"Mr. Long is so kind."

Wang Qiuyi smiled slightly and then gently spread her fingers.

The frightened Qing Lijun on the side caught a glimpse of his movements, and his heart trembled again. The huge mountain dragon shone slightly, causing the void to ripple, as if it was about to escape at any moment.

After Wang Qiuyi loosened his fingers, the dilapidated little world quietly disappeared without a trace, and was taken back by Wang Qiuyi again.

He watched the giant dragon's movements with a smile on his face.

"Dragon Lord."

"Little Jiao..." Qingli Jun replied with a mocking smile: "Little Jiao is here."

"Is Monk Cizai from Landa Temple here with you?"

Qing Lijun, who was originally frightened, calmed down a little. He thought about it for a moment, but he became even more frightened.

Wang Qiuyi was someone he could never afford to offend. All the Golden Chan's Nine Death Techniques had been broken. Killing himself was no more difficult than chopping melons and vegetables.

Thousands of years ago, even though he was not an opponent, facing the person in front of him, he would never be as embarrassed and helpless as he is now.

But Beiwei...

Qing Lijun's thoughts changed, and he felt impatient.

The big country to the north is also not easy to mess with...

If the abbot of Landa Temple dies in his realm, it will be really troublesome.

"Monk Cizai has already left for Northern Wei. He is here to discuss the exploration of Ziwu with Xiaojiao."

In the blink of an eye, Qing Lijun had already made his decision, and he half-truthfully spoke:

"Little Jiao didn't agree."

"Purple mist?"

"Monk Cizai and Zen Master Miaoyan, these two have united many famous families in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and even the Northern Wei royal family has participated in it."

Qing Lijun said honestly:

"Some things once fell into the purple mist, which is no small feat. Master Guanghui's heavenly beings and Xiaojiao's Shinto talismans were all obtained from the purple mist."

"Why don't you go?" Wang Qiuyi smiled.

"The purple mist is too weird." Qingli Jun said truthfully: "The little dragon is afraid of death."

Wang Qiuyi was stunned for a rare moment. He stared at Qing Lijun for a long time and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"As expected of you."

Wang Qiuyi's figure flickered and then disappeared from the same place.

"Wait until I kill Cizai, and then I'll ask you about your crime."

Qing Lijun raised his eyes in shock. Not only Wang Qiuyi, but also Guang Hui, who looked dull in the distance, had disappeared.

His eyes flashed, and he let out a long low voice. Between heaven and earth, there was a vague sound of chanting, like an ancient god sitting cross-legged on a tall tree, spreading the fire of wisdom to the world.

Accompanied by the sound of chanting, every scale of the giant dragon shone brightly, and the flames boiled heavily, as if they were about to burn.

Finally, when the sea of ​​​​bright light all over the sky dissipated, a thousand-foot long and extremely majestic giant dragon regenerated its severed body and entrenched itself in the void.

The giant dragon sighed, its eyes like a demonic lake revealing countless anguish.

With a twist of his body, he transformed into a handsome man wearing a bamboo crown and a green robe. The man's face was pale, without any trace of blood, and even his breath was much lower.

The man in the green robe and bamboo crown covered his lips and coughed twice, then took a step forward and walked across the void.

At the foot is a majestic five-fingered mountain, extremely lofty and majestic, as majestic as a sacred mountain, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

Every inch of rock on the mountain radiates soft and pure Buddha light, like a pure land of Zen.

On the top of the mountain, the six-character Great Ming Dharani is shining with endless Buddha light, and seems to contain countless knowable and unknowable splendid Zen principles.

The six-character Great Ming Mantra was blessed on the Five-Finger Mountain, and even all subtle changes in the depths of the void were completely prohibited.

Qingli Jun stared at the five-fingered mountain, his face suddenly darkened.

He hesitantly raised his hand and slowly picked up the word "" at the top.

Instantly!

Golden snakes dance wildly, lightning bursts, the rainbow light on the avenue slopes like a waterfall, and the light of Buddha fills the sky.

Qingli Jun gently waved his sleeve to cover up all the riots in Wuzhi Mountain. With the roar of explosions, his other hand was about to remove the word "" on the top.

But when the Buddha's light became more and more shaken, and cracks appeared in the five-finger mountain, at the last moment, an old hand pinched Qingli Jun's wrist and stopped him.

"Old brother..."

After a long time, Qing Lijun sighed heavily, turned around, and his face darkened.

The soul of the big turtle manifested into an old man. He stretched out his hand to stop Qingli Jun from smashing the five-fingered mountain.

Next to the big turtle, there were also dozens of water tribe spirits standing with their heads lowered and saying nothing.

"Your Majesty." The big turtle choked with sobs and said, "That's all, that's all. Our Dragon Palace Temple is weak and we can't afford to offend that great god now."

Guang Hui's palm manifested the Great Buddha's hand seal, which suppressed the physical bodies of all the Dragon Palace veterans and sealed them all under the Five Fingers Mountain.

He only allowed them to barely escape the Yuan Shen from Niwan Palace.

It is said that the physical body has always had a treasure raft to save the world, which is a great support for crossing the sea of ​​suffering in the world.

The veterans of the Dragon Palace, who lost their physical bodies and only had their souls left, originally had the cultivation of the Five Realms of Life, but now they are just barely able to exert the strength of the Vajra Realm.

Moreover, without Niwan Palace, the place where souls are hidden, the combat power of the Vajra Realm cannot last long.

The thousands of years of Qingli Palace's heritage were sealed away by Guang Hui's palm.

"Guang Hui is a bald thief! Hateful! Hateful!"

Seeing the spirits of the Dragon Palace veterans in front of him, Lord Qingli was furious and almost furious.

"king……"

As soon as he cursed the name angrily, he felt a warning in his heart and swallowed the words on his lips again.

All the veterans of the Dragon Palace were about to hurriedly dissuade him, but they were greatly relieved when they saw Mr. Qingli alert on his own initiative.

The kings and ministers of the Dragon Palace were opposite in number, but they were speechless for a moment, and they couldn't help but feel sad.

"Your Majesty..." Big Turtle's body trembled: "The Shinto Talisman Edict..."

"Snatched." Qingli Jun sat helplessly in the void, lowering his head.

"He won't give me the chance to practice Shinto."

After a while, the man wearing the bamboo crown said in a low voice: "It's over, everything is over..."

Dagui finally couldn't hold it in any longer. He moved his lips and cried out in pain. Tears rolled down from his mung bean-sized eyes.

Seeing the big turtle crying, all the Dragon Palace veterans couldn't help themselves, with a thick layer of sadness on their faces.

All of a sudden, this group of great demons from the Five Realms, with no regard for their dignity, cried into a ball with their heads in their hands, their cries of grief shaking the sky.

Lord Qingli received the Shinto Talisman Edict, which was the most promising moment for the demon clan to turn around in thousands of years.

But this opportunity was shattered before our eyes.

The demon kingdom on earth, the supreme being on earth... everything has become an empty dream.

"alright."

Qing Lijun reluctantly suppressed the sadness in his eyes and forcibly cheered up:

"Did everything that happened just now make even the slightest sound?"

"Never, never." Big Turtle hurriedly wiped away his tears and replied repeatedly: "Wang... Lord Wang set up the formation flag early to cover up the changes, so that the outside world was not aware of it."

"Fortunately." Qing Lijun sighed sadly: "He finally left me some face."

He has lost his dignity, and if he loses even his outward appearance, then he, the most ancient immortal, really doesn’t know how to become a demon.

The green-robed man wearing a bamboo crown closed his eyes slightly. His mind swept over every palace in the Dragon Palace, every inch of space, and even the smallest changes could not escape his perception.

One of the infinite killing formations also responded to Qing Lijun’s urging.

The formation spirits sitting cross-legged in the Taiyi Sea in the Great Barrier of Taiyi Light King, the giant light man with pupils all over his body, also opened their divine eyes.

"Not here."

After a long time, Qingli Jun opened his eyes:

"Monk Cizai, when did that damn old bald donkey escape from my Dragon Palace?"

"He..." Qing Lijun frowned deeply: "He had expected this scene a long time ago?"

All the veterans looked at each other, but they were at a loss and didn't understand what he meant.

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To be continued...