"Senior, help me, senior, help me!" A delicate voice sounded outside the Tiangang Disha Formation.
Zhao Wen waved his hand gently, and a woman in purple clothes with a seductive aura appeared in front of Zhao Wen.
"Who are you and why are you here asking for help?" Zhao Wen asked curiously.
All the original monks in Ziyun Palace have disappeared, and the collection of spiritual roots and elixirs has triggered a massacre in the entire cultivation world. I, an idle person from Qingcheng Beppu, do not dare to come here.
"The little girl Qin Ziling, my mother, Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang, is the disciple of Patriarch Ji Le, and can also be regarded as a disciple of Qingcheng!"
Qin Ziling looked around curiously. The aura of heaven and earth far exceeded that of her mother's daily practice island. Rare spiritual root elixirs were planted everywhere, and even thousand-year-old elixirs could be seen among them.
Several monks in robes were working among them, and a few older ones were practicing with strange movements.
What makes Qin Ziling curious is that these older monks are every bit better than her mother, but they practice some very basic movements. They didn't even take a look when she came in.
"My mother's calamity is approaching, and she is worried every day. I heard that this is Qingcheng's other mansion, and that my senior is extremely powerful. As long as I am willing to save my mother's life, I am willing to be a slave and maid with my senior!"
Her father was robbed because of her master, Ji Le Tongzi, and her mother hated the Qingcheng Sect very much. If there was no other way, Qin Ziling would not want to come to Qingcheng Villa to ask for help.
But now, this Qingcheng Villa is the only chance of survival for her mother, Mrs. Baoxiang. Looking at Zhao Wen, the Qingcheng elder who is said to be powerful, Qin Ziling's eyes are full of pleading.
"Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang!" Zhao Wen sighed softly. His Daqin had many vixens, some of whom were Tianhu.
In the Liaozhai world, these fox monsters served him wholeheartedly, but when they returned to the Great Qin world, because the number of monks was too small, he sent all these fox monsters out to build roads for the Great Qin.
Now when I hear Mrs. Baoxiang, I think of a group of forgotten fox demons in Da Qin.
"Why didn't you go to the Paradise Boy instead of finding me?" Zhao Wen was a little curious. This was a catastrophe. If his strength was even lower, he would be trapped in it.
Bliss Boy is a senior who has been famous all over the world for thousands of years, and he is also the disciple-in-law of Bliss Boy. No matter how you calculate it, he is the most suitable person to find. If you find it on your own head, it is completely urgent to seek medical treatment.
"Mother never wanted to mention the name Bliss Boy!" Qin Ziling's voice was full of hatred, but it was concealed. Although her mother had never said anything about her father, she had heard some about it from elsewhere.
Using her own apprentice to ward off disasters, and being able to do such selfish things, in her opinion, Ji Le Boy was simply not worthy of being a master.
"Senior, this place is my mother's only chance of survival. I ask you, for the sake of my father, who is also a Qingcheng disciple, to save my mother's life!" Qin Ziling knelt on the ground and begged loudly.
"Are you the only chance of survival?" Zhao Wen's heart moved.
If he remembered correctly, Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang seemed to have been rescued by the Emei sect in the Shu Mountains. They even arranged for a person to be rescued, called Situ Ping, the bitter boy.
Not only did she survive the catastrophe safely, but her two daughters also joined the Emei sect. How could she be the only chance of survival now?
Glancing at Qin Ziling who was kneeling below, she saw that the exercises she was practicing were peaceful and definitely righteous, but there was no hint of Xuanmen.
Nearly twenty Emei elders and a dozen old monks with compassionate faces looked towards an island hundreds of miles away.
Where is the place where Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang goes through the tribulation.
When the number of days became clear, Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang asked an expert to calculate that she would need help from someone in the yang year, yang month, yang day, yang time to survive the calamity. However, this person would throw herself into Emei.
Even his two daughters will also be Emei disciples in the future, so they have always been connected with the Emei sect.
Seeing that the calamity was approaching, he immediately informed the Emei Sect of the news that he was going to survive the calamity.
The calamity aura gradually filled the sky, and Xuan Zhenzi asked with some uncertainty: "With the protection of the immortal formation, even the dust of Liangyi will be suppressed by the immortal formation. Are you really sure that the calamity can break through the immortal formation?"
In Xuan Zhenzi's view, the plan to use the power of heavenly tribulation to break through the immortal formation to deal with Zhao Wen has too many loopholes.
If nothing else, at least he couldn't be sure whether the other party would be willing to rescue Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang.
Even if it comes, there is no way to be sure whether the Heavenly Tribulation will be able to break through the Immortal Formation.
With so many Emei sect elders and Buddhist powerhouses gathered together, if Zhao Wen cannot be kept, spreading the news will inevitably greatly affect the reputation of the Emei sect and greatly boost the morale of Qingcheng.
"This is the best opportunity I can think of!" Qi Shuming said with a cold face. This plan is extremely risky, but if the situation continues, Qingcheng will inevitably replace Emei and become the leader of the righteous path in the world.
Several Emei seniors waiting in the spirit world, as well as many monks who promised to share their merits, would never agree to give up this merit and energy.
Moreover, there is Buddhism, where more than a dozen top Buddhist monks gather to consume incense, mind power and merit energy, and can invite a little distraction from the Arhats in the Immortal Realm.
The Immortal Formation is naturally powerless to the lower realm. Even with the help of Heavenly Tribulation, it is not very possible. He will not forget that the opponent's Immortal Formation was formed with the help of the Heavenly Punishment after killing the ascetic Tutuo.
But the distracted Arhat who descended from the immortal world can definitely break the immortal formation.
The Emei Sect occupies the most important place in the world, and the Buddhist sect receives the most merit and virtue. Now that something is going on, the Buddhist sect will naturally contribute.
Otherwise, I would rather be attached to Queen Qingcheng than share the merits gained after Emei opened the mansion with Buddhist disciples.
So this time, Buddhism is the main force against Zhao Wen.
"Boom boom boom!"
Bursts of muffled thunder sounded from time to time in the black clouds, making the place where Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang was crossing the tribulation even more oppressive, and all the monks nearby restrained their auras at the same time.
If the monks who appear in the place of transcending tribulation let the heavenly tribulation sense their own breath, the same heavenly tribulation will fall upon them.
"Boom!"
A bolt of thunder fell from the sky, and while still in the air, it turned into countless rays of thunder, with a faint metallic aura, and blasted towards Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang.
In the island below, countless white light points shot up into the sky. Each white light corresponded to a thunder light. There were explosions everywhere for hundreds of miles around.
"What an amazing white eyebrow needle!" The drunk Taoist sighed with emotion on his face, and his voice was faintly filled with envy.
Although he is also a disciple of Patriarch Longmei, a disciple like himself who is not taken seriously is far from being able to compare with others. At least, there is not a single magic weapon in his body that can be used by Mrs. Tianhu Baoxiang just now.
