In a hurry, Elder Jingtian didn't care about much. Seeing Yang Chenguang's short stick coming towards his face, he dodged quickly, jumped to the side, and somersaulted to the middle of the guest room. Before he could stand firm, Wu Yugang had already drawn his sword and cut him in half.
Wu Yuguang's sword was as fast as a storm. It was as if a flash of light appeared in the house. A bright light broke through the air, which made people feel scared.
Elder Jingtian has improved a lot since he started practicing in another world, and he is not that easy to deal with. Perhaps it was because he was quick-witted and had good training. Jingtian suddenly felt that the wind was not good, and although he had not yet stood firm, he flew out. He brushed the edge of Wu Yugang's sword and flew out of the courtyard.
This sudden change made Elder Qingyun dazzled and overwhelmed. The sudden change of the two visitors made Qingyun deeply feel the seriousness of the matter. It was definitely not what he expected. Perhaps he was deceived by the good news brought by this formation, and his greedy mind was really known by the Three Pure Ones, so they sent the gods to punish him. This can be seen from the changes in the visitors.
Although the god came to punish the temple, he did not attack me, which was a blessing in disguise. It seemed that the god could distinguish between good and evil. The main blame was on Jingtian alone, and I was just an errand boy. However, this could also save me from many serious sins. It was also a great blessing in disguise.
Qingyun didn't know whether he was frightened or thinking about his sins. He hid in the corner in a daze, tears in his eyes, and the sound of camel bells was almost heard. This road was walked by himself, and now he has attracted the evil gods. What should he do? How should he face his master in the future! At this time, Qingyun's disciple had already run away. After all, the living changes in front of him were much more terrifying than the gods who looked scary but were actually wood carvings and clay sculptures with hideous faces.
Elder Jingtian's clever evasion did not surprise Wu Yugang. After all, trapped beasts fight. It was not convenient to fight in this narrow guest room, and Qingyun, who still had some good roots, would not die to apologize. Moreover, accidentally killing someone would also bring endless guilt on his path of cultivation.
Elder Jingtian flew out of the guest room and came to the courtyard. Wu Yugang turned around and stabbed the sword, and with this agile and nimble figure, he stabbed at Jingtian in the courtyard.
Yang Chenguang waved the short stick in his hand and followed closely from behind. He and Wu Yuguang trapped Elder Jingtian in the yard.
When Jingtian saw Wu Yugang and Yang Chenguang, he was even more jealous of his enemies. He dodged Wu Yugang's attack and shouted, "Great! You have not died for many years. I will kill you today!" As he said that, he waved his hand and took out a long banner from somewhere. This long banner was exactly the same as the one in the fortune teller's hand. However, it was covered with black clouds and monsters. Although it was opened, the evil aura was so strong that it made people feel uneasy and uneasy.
This long banner is actually the demon-gathering banner that Elder Jingtian has never discarded. Although this demon-gathering banner is not as powerful as the magic weapon of the Three Pure Ones, it can also be on par with the magic weapon of the gods in the heavens. When the demon-gathering banner rises, it is the place to dominate and fight. Only by relying on the merit of gathering demons can one dominate the six paths, stand on top of the three realms, and achieve the supreme position of the Three Pure Ones. Elder Jingtian is obsessed with profit, otherwise he would not have fallen into the devil's way, the land of Asura, and the dark and dark world of evil spirits.
Although the demon-gathering banner was not unfolded, it was still full of evil spirits. Elder Qingyun was in the guest room, watching the three people fighting outside, and couldn't help but groan in his heart. These three people were definitely not human. The transformation and illusion were done by gods. What about Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, demons, Buddhas, and immortals? As long as they have magical powers, they are gods. It is easy to invite gods, but difficult to send them away. How can my mortal body compare to these gods? Now there is a chaos, it is better to be quiet, but how to send these gods away!
Elder Jingtian showed the Demon Gathering Banner, and the gloomy aura of this magic weapon startled Yang Chenguang. Although he was somewhat familiar with this evil aura, which was somewhat similar to that in the underworld, the evil aura was even more powerful, far from the relatively gentle evil aura in the underworld. This murderous aura made the boy in the underworld gasp. He didn't expect that Jingtian's cultivation had reached such a level, and it would take some effort to fight against him.
Although the pure netherworld aura in the underworld is guarded by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and the gods and is difficult to penetrate, Yang Chenguang is no longer the same as before. After being refined by the horse-faced master and the true teachings of the Overlord Xiang Yu, Yang Chenguang's cultivation has made a huge leap. After being reborn from the ashes, this true immortal body is also immune to all poisons and difficult for external evil to enter. The overlord's domineering aura is a treasure that can ward off evil and suppress evil spirits. With this body-protecting magic skill, Yang Chenguang can be successful in everything he does.
Elder Jingtian held the Demon Gathering Banner and attacked Wu Yugang. Because in the eyes of Elder Jingtian, Wu Yugang was more hateful than Yang Chenguang, and more difficult to deal with than Yang Chenguang. After all, a child was much easier to deal with than an adult. And the Demon Gathering Banner seemed to be a bit of a waste of talent for dealing with Wu Yugang, a young cultivator on earth.
But Elder Jingtian underestimated his opponent. This disciple is better than his master, and cultivation cannot be judged by age. Age is just an appearance, and the real difference lies in the essence.
Elder Jingtian's demon-gathering banner was like a long stick, sweeping towards Wu Yugang. This sweeping-away-the-army-like-a-mat-like momentum was unstoppable. The waves of evil spirit were as strong as iron, as fierce as a knife or a sword. It was unstoppable.
Although Elder Jingtian's momentum is hard to resist, Wu Yugang is a real dragon after all, and his righteousness protects him. His strong and tough righteousness is indestructible and everlasting. It is even more indestructible than fine steel.
When the overwhelming evil spirit attacked, Wu Yugang controlled the sword in his hand. He gathered the three-flower sword aura into one, and the three auras gathered together, with great momentum. The sword that was swung out was like the color of a rainbow, with seven colors emerging and dazzling, like a seven-color golden lotus, breaking through the air. In the gloomy atmosphere, it was like lightning that broke through the sky, tearing the gloomy aura apart, and rushed towards Jingtian in the gloom.
At first, Elder Qingyun was still sighing, but suddenly, the courtyard was shrouded in a gloomy black atmosphere, and he was stunned. But when Wu Yugang's sword struck out, the colorful image was like a rainbow. A huge airflow like the Buddha surged out, breaking through the gloomy darkness. Qingyun regarded Wu Yugang, who was using the sword, as an immortal Buddha who had descended to the world. (To be continued)