The world was silent, with only the sound of the mountain breeze blowing and the tearing sound of the sword piercing through the space.
Everyone looked shocked and disbelieving. Although they guessed that Yu Ziqing could bring down the two guard disciples of Jinhua Temple, it might not be as simple as it seemed on the surface, but they never expected that a monk in the transformation stage could actually do it with one sword.
They beat their fellow disciples who were in the middle stage of inhabitation till they vomited blood in public.
Just when everyone was shocked and dazed, a bit of golden light flew from a distance, getting brighter and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, a cold and ferocious sword blade was revealed.
Bursts of cold sword energy caused everyone's clothes to fly, and their skins ached. Everyone suddenly woke up, opened their mouths and shouted fiercely, and all kinds of rays of light shot up from their bodies, bringing with them gusts of wind and sharp tearing sounds as they rushed towards the assassination.
The dean sword came forward to meet him
Seeing this, Yu Ziqing, who was stepping on the void, raised a disdainful sneer at the corner of his mouth. If he hadn't been trapped in the world and lost almost all his cultivation, these people would never have the chance to take action. I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to stand in front of him. Such a thing.
He has only reached the early stage of Qi transformation, but these monks who have not even formed the golden elixir can balance him.
Hum Yuzi hummed coldly, and the drop of true energy hanging in Niwan Palace like a star suddenly shone brightly.
The extremely flying sword changed in vain. It swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a golden giant sword as big as a mountain.
The entire night sky was filled with golden light, and no other light could be seen. The peaks of Jianshan Mountain were pressing down, the surrounding space was distorted, and strong winds were blowing.
The few people who came out to fight in front of Jinhua Temple suddenly felt the pressure of a huge mountain, their scalps were numb, their blood vessels were frozen, their bones were making creaking sounds, and the bluestones under their feet were cracking.
Bang, bang, bang, all the magic weapons were knocked down by the sword mountain transformed by the Tai Dou Sword, and they fell one after another. Some of the inferior talismans directly turned into pieces and scattered on the ground. The huge impact force followed the magic weapons and fell hard on the people holding the treasures. Puff, puff, everything
People vomited blood and fell to the ground one after another
Yu Ziqing sneered when he saw this, stepped down in the air, and then raised his feet to kick the many Taoist priests who were lying on the ground.
non thump thump
Taoist priests rose up from the ground one by one, and then fell heavily into the temple. They came to Jinhua Temple, figures flew by, and lights were on. In a blink of an eye, the entire Taoist temple was brightly lit, and every plant and tree gathered in the Taoist temple square.
All the Taoist priests above were illuminated in every detail
In addition to the six Taoist priests still lying on the ground, fifteen Taoist priests from Jinhua Temple gathered in the square
At the head were three old Taoist priests with skinny faces, fluttering white beards, and wearing Taoist robes. They should have looked like immortals, but now they had gloomy faces and no trace of their demeanor. One of them was surprisingly the master from Dongyuan, Taoist Master Chenluo.
Among the three old Taoist priests, one has already formed the golden elixir and has the highest cultivation level. The one on the right is similar to Chenluo in cultivation level. They are both at the peak of the late period of bigu. They are only one step away from forming the golden elixir. But fasting is easy, while the golden elixir is difficult.
In conclusion, it seems that Fu Feng in the later stage of Bigu is only one step behind Jin Dan, but the real gap cannot be measured in Daoli.
The twelve Taoist priests standing behind the three old Taoist priests were old and young with different cultivation levels. Dongyuan, who had just returned to Jinhua Temple shortly after Gang Wang returned, was also among them.
"I wonder which fellow Taoist broke into my Jinhua Temple late at night?" A sinister voice came out from the mouth of the old Taoist priest among them, echoing in the sky above Jinhua Temple.
"I" a cold and proud voice came in from outside the temple, and a young man dressed in modern clothes stepped into the Jinhua Temple proudly.
Who are you? Why did you break into my Jinhua Temple?" The old Taoist priest's eyes suddenly shrank and he asked sinisterly, with a look of greed on his face inadvertently.
The old Taoist priest is a monk in the Jindan stage. In the world of cultivation, he can be regarded as a cultivator who has entered the palace. Yu Ziqing's realm is naturally unable to escape his visit. A monk in the transformation stage can beat the disciples of Jinhua Temple to lie on the ground, and some of them are in the Bigu stage.
As a disciple of cultivation, the old Taoist priest naturally thought that the young man in front of him must have a good magic weapon.
Yu Ziqing's eyes swept across the crowd, and finally landed on the old Taoist priest opposite.
Yu Ziqingtian's eyes were opened. He glanced over and learned everything about everyone's cultivation level.
"You should be aware of this matter. Release my two disciples immediately and hand over the perpetrators to me. Otherwise, I will crush your broken Taoist temple tonight." Yu Ziqing stood with his hands behind his hands and said with great arrogance.
The disciple was kidnapped. If Yu Zi, who was once the most powerful person in the immortal world and only had the way of heaven in his heart, went on a killing spree early in the morning, how could there be so much nonsense? But now that he is in trouble in the world, his emotions have become much richer, and he no longer only has the way of heaven in his heart, so he is not willing to make random mistakes.
Starting a killing spree, of course, the current state of affairs is low, and it is one of the reasons why it takes a lot of trouble to clean up Jinhua Temple.
Even so, the fact that the disciples were taken prisoner and Achang and others were seriously injured still made Yu Ziyou feel angry. If Jinhua Temple did not hand over the perpetrators, he would never give up.
Seeing a monk in the Qi Transformation Stage brazenly saying that he was going to crush Jinhua Temple in front of many monks, one of whom was a master in the Golden Core Stage, even though they all knew that the monk in the Qi Transformation Stage in front of them was definitely not as simple as he seemed.
But they still thought it was ridiculous and funny, and everyone couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh, as if they heard
The old Taoist priest at the golden elixir stage also laughed, his white beard trembling with laughter, but the greed in his eyes became stronger.
A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and does not know how high the sky is. He really thinks that he can look down upon the heroes of the world if he has a rare treasure nearby. However, he does not know that no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, it can still exert some power without corresponding cultivation. The old Taoist priest secretly thought in his heart
sneer
However, this young man had a rare treasure with him in the early stage of his Qi transformation. If he didn't get the rare treasure by chance, he probably came from some major sect. Although judging from his age, if he really came from a major sect, his cultivation level shouldn't be so low.
But he was still careful because the old Taoist priest thought for a while, his face softened a little, and he saluted Yu Ziqing and said: "So my Taoist friend came here late at night for my disciples. I wonder where my friend's master came from? Let's take a look.
I, Jinhua Temple, can be offended but not offended. If I can't be offended, I will return your disciples. If I can be offended, hehe, I, the disciples of Jinhua Temple, do not kill or beat at will."
After talking about it, the old Taoist priest's face turned extremely cold again.
"It seems that if I say that I have no family and no sect, you will definitely not let me go? Then I tell you, I have no family and no sect, and Dongzhen was killed by my sword because he offended me first.
"Yu Zi said coldly.
"Haha" the old Taoist priest looked up to the sky and smiled, then his face suddenly sank: "If you are so arrogant, no wonder you dare to kill me Jinhua Temple alone."
As he spoke, the old Taoist priest waved his hand and said in a sinister voice: "Dongjue, please meet this fellow Taoist and see what kind of ability he has. How dare he say that he wants to destroy our Jinhua Temple?"
A tall Taoist priest with gray hair who had reached the late stage of Bigu stepped out. He first bowed to the old Taoist priest and accepted the order, then turned to Yu Ziqing and gave him a simple and honest smile.
"Fellow Taoist, please invite me." He opened his mouth and spit out a little cold light.
That concentrated light turned out to be an extremely sharp needle
The fine needle moved very quickly, and it was in front of Yu Ziqing in a blink of an eye, but Yu Ziqing didn't seem to have reacted.
A sinister and smug smile appeared on Dongjue's face. Who would have thought that a Taoist priest who looked tall, rough and unruly like him would not only be an insidious villain who likes to plot against people, but even the magic weapons he used would be so insidious.
Just when everyone, including the golden elixir stage monk, thought that Yu Ziqing was doomed, a golden light shot out from between Yu Ziqing's eyebrows and shot down the fine needle with an incredible speed and precision.
In this world, there are many who have a higher level of cultivation than Yu Ziqing, but when compared to the art of storing treasures, absolutely no one can compare with them. To use a simple analogy, in this world, the "strength" is now greater than that of Yu Ziqing.
There are many people out there, but when it comes to "technical work", absolutely no one can compare to Yu Ziqing, an old god who has lived for who knows how many years.
The people watching the battle didn't know this. Seeing Yu Ziqing's ability to knock down the thin needle that penetrated the insidious attack in the lightning flash, everyone thought that the Tai Dou Sword was a powerful magic weapon, even the three old Taoist priests who led it.
I thought that I was not surprised but overjoyed when I saw this, and secretly thought, maybe this magic weapon has been channeled, otherwise how could a monk in the transformation stage use the magic weapon to so easily shoot down the insidious sneak attack of the monks in the late period of Bigu? Even if I personally took action, I would not do it.
How can you handle it so delicately?
There is no doubt that a spiritual weapon must be a spiritual weapon
Spiritual weapons, magic weapons that many monks dream of. If it were in the past, the most powerful monks who were only at the Golden Core stage would really not dare to dream about it. But now, a low-level Qi Transformation stage monk."
The hearts of the three old Taoist priests suddenly ignited with raging sexual fire, and their faces revealed a strong look of greed. Their eyes were staring at Yu Ziqing with burning eyes, as if they wanted to eat him in one bite.
They didn't know that although Yu Ziqing's skill in refining weapons could produce very few magic weapons, it was just that even a clever woman could not make a meal without rice. After all, the material of the Master Sword was too poor. In addition, Yu Ziqing's current cultivation level was limited. In the eyes of ordinary monks, the Master Sword was of poor quality.
Although it can be considered a good magic weapon, especially the two layers of restrictions inside the sword, it is not as magical as they thought, nor is it a psychic magic weapon.
Everyone was marveling at the power of Yu Ziqing's magic weapon. When they became greedy, Yu Ziqing didn't give Dongjue a chance to breathe. After knocking down the fine needle with the sword, it struck like a rainbow and went straight to Dongjue's throat.
"Bold"
"presumptuous"
When everyone saw this, they shouted loudly, several magic weapons rose into the sky, and various rays of light shone brightly over the entire Jinhua Temple.
"Little Shangguan Huiying, practical knowledge is a hero. Now you and your grandfather are in my hands. If I want you to live, you will live. If I want you to die, you will die. But if you follow me and practice dual cultivation with me, not only you and
Your father, Mou Liang, has no worries about his life, and he can still enter my Jinhua Temple, learn the supreme Taoism of my temple, and in the future he will be able to glimpse the way of heaven and be promoted to the Immortal Class. That is such a desirable thing." A layout in the backyard of Jinhua Temple
In the luxurious room, Dongming said to Shangguan Huiying and Jiang Fu:
