"Haha, Taoist priest, can you still trap me Xuankong?" Xuankong got rid of the fragrance mist of the Unbreakable Flower and threw his sword into the air.

The silver light flashed on the sword, and the sword light was rolled up by a hundred feet, and it slashed straight onto the head of Shenhui Zhenren.

Zhenren Shenhui was stunned and said to himself: "It's bitter!" He didn't care about the incense burner that was struck by Xuan Kong with the Jiuxiao Hunyuan True Thunder, and reached out and whisk to scratch a Tai Chi on his head to block Xuan Kong's sword energy.

Where has Xuankong ever suffered such a big loss?

He reached out and recalled the Immortal Sword, stepped forward and pounced on him, waved the sword in his hand, and surrounded Shin Hui Zhenren, which made a mess of slashes.

The two of them fought over and over on Yunlu for more than a hundred rounds, and they rolled all the way to the ground. However, the demons and ghosts on the ground were all alarmed by the actions of these two people, and they didn't care about anything else that they ordered the little demon to lock in the cave and let them go and fight.

There are also the fairy mountains and blessed lands everywhere, and the guardian formation is opened in colorful colors.

The disciples of the disciples who had insufficient cultivation hid in the mountain protection formation and paid for the many scattered immortals with profound Taoism: Earth immortals, Narcissus, Fire immortals, True immortals, Flying immortals, and Ghost Immortals squatted on their respective mountains, greeting each other while watching this rare show.

"How long has it been since I saw the immortals fighting?"

"Since the first catastrophe of the Dragon and Han people in the world, they have experienced the extinction of dinosaurs, the battle between lichs, and the battle for gods. It has been more than a hundred years since they saw this immortal fighting."

An elderly senior glanced out of his mountain gate and sighed that the young man is now full of fighting spirit, so he shrank his head back. He silently recited Huang Ting and thought about the golden elixir, so he did not have the time to care about other people's affairs.

Zhenren Shenhui gradually lost to Xuankong and had to say, "You and I have a deep relationship with each other and we don't have a deep hatred. Why not follow what I said, how about the two of them stop fighting?"

Xuan Kong ignored it, okay, another one said he had a deep friendship with his sect.

Go and ask the Kongtong Sect Denglizi, is this nonsense useful?

What should be beaten still has to be beaten, and what should be grabbed instead has to be grabbed again.

Seeing Xuankong's hand keeping in his hands, Master Shen Hui knew that he didn't believe his words, he had to explain to him: "I can see that your thunder method inherits the ancient great god's tradition. Since ancient times, you and me have been a family of red lotus and white lotus roots. Why should I lie to you?"

Xuan Kong slowed down his hand and pondered: "He has always been the master who claims to have obtained the ancient great gods. Could it be that this is really the case?"

Master Shen Hui took a breath and said with a smile: "I am the Twelve True Lords of Jingming Dao, and I am mastering Master Xu Tian, ​​the True Lord of the Divine Power. Do you know this?"

Xuankong shot out a thunderbolt and nodded. Master Xu is the four great masters of the Heavenly Court. His name is of course very famous in the ears of any cultivator, but he doesn't know what involves Master Xu and his Laoshan Sect's Taoism.

"Mr. Xu Tian received the method of the Three Pure Ones, and was taught by the "Taishang Lingbao Pure Ming Method" by the True Person of the Supreme Saint. He belonged to the lineage of the Taiqing Saint, which was the authentic Three Pure Ones."

Xuankong said strangely: "Even if you are the disciple of the Supreme Saint again, what do you have to do with me? Could it be that my Laoshan Sect is also the Taoist priest of the Supreme Saint?" He could see clearly in this world that there are too many immortals, Buddhas and demons with great powers. If you want to walk sideways, you have to hold your thighs.

The thighs of the saint Laozi of Taiqing are definitely thick enough.

The pressure on his hands gradually became lighter, and Master Shenhui knew it was effective, so he quickly shook his head and said, "No, I am Taiqing, but you are not."

Xuankong was relaxing his emotions and wanted to have fun with Shin-man Shenhui, but he heard him shake his head and deny that he was so angry that he was bleeding. He shook the sword in his hand, stared at his big head and brushed it with eighty swords, and held back his words from Shin-man Shenhui back into his stomach.

Master Shenhui finally managed to hold the Xuankong sword and was about to speak, but he heard a sudden sound of Buddha's name in the air, shaking the universe!

"Namo Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful!"

The two of them looked sideways and saw a bald man wearing a plain monk's robe standing in the clouds, with a pair of hooked noses facing Xuankong and Shenhui Zhenren. Xuankong looked at Shenhui Zhenren opposite and asked, "Have your brothers come to support you?"

Zhenren Shenhui said angrily: "I just told you before that I am the true king of Jingming Daodi. How can there be any monk brothers in the orthodox three-purpose direct line?"

Xuan Kong put away his sword and waved his hand and said, "My Laoshan Sect is also a Taoist priest, and there are no bald relatives."

However, the two of them fought fiercely, alarming the powerful worshippers in the city below, and then they stepped on the clouds to look at the sky. The bald monk wolf looked at the eagle, with a thin body, but his eyes were bright and bright, just like a big eagle in the sky looking down at the ants on the ground.

"Namo Amitabha!" The bald monk walked to Xuankong and his wife on the clouds, pointed at Xuankong and said, "According to the decree of my Master of the Song Dynasty, you have a destiny to be with my Buddha. You should enter the Kingdom of Song Dynasty and be granted the title of Buddhist guardians!"

Xuankong and Shen Hui looked at each other. They were both monks in the Taoist sect, and from any point of view they had nothing to do with the Buddha.

"National Master of the Song Dynasty?" Xuan Kong pushed the clouds away and looked downward, and his face suddenly changed drastically.

If you really have a connection with the Buddha, that's fine.

However, is the one in Bianjing City in the lower realm really a Buddhist disciple? He doesn't remember that in the Western Paradise, there was a Buddha whose body was a thousand-legged centipede. He only knew that when he was watching movies in his previous life, the centipede demon was indeed making trouble for the wind and rain under the guise of Buddhism.

However, why did not come forward from the Buddhist and Taoist monks? Instead, Yan Chixia, a younger generation in Kongtong, and Ning Caichen, a weak scholar in the mortal world, accidentally ruined the good things of Cihang Pudu? There is something strange about this, and there is something strange about this.

Xuan Kong didn't answer, and quietly took two steps back, silently circulated his true energy and opened his heavenly eyes to look at the bald man.

An invisible light emitted from Xuankong's eyes and enveloped the bald man, but was blocked by the golden light on the bald man's body. Xuankong wiped his eyes and secretly took out a true talisman from his sleeve and wiped it through his eyes. When he looked up again, a bright king's Dharma image was squatting on the Qingyun above the head of the bald monk. The faint Buddha light surrounded the soul Dharma image, but it was a prehistoric alien golden eye sculpture.

"Is it really the Ming King Protector of Buddhism?" Xuan Kong pondered secretly. He knew that Buddhism had the habit of picking up monsters everywhere and transforming into a Ming King Protector of Buddhism.

Although I didn't look at it very well, I had no reason to offend Buddhism for no reason. He bowed to the bald man: "I am Xuankong, a disciple of the Laoshan Sect of the Taoist sect. I don't know what the master calls it?"

The monk turned into a divine eagle and Ming Wang was extremely arrogant and did not return the courtesy. He just held his hands and uttered his name: "I am the master of the Ming Wang Giant Eagle!"

He spoke again, "You two are very brave and dare to be arrogant in Bianjing City. Why don't you go with me to meet the national teacher Cihang Pudu Zhenren?" Before Xuankong could speak, Shen Hui Zhenren sneered coldly and said, "What is Cihang Pudu Zhenren? Could it be that the Guanyin Dharma in the South China Sea has arrived here, and when will she return to my Taoist Dharma system?"
Chapter completed!