The entrance to Middle Earth and the Underworld is within the plum garden of Nalanda Temple. There are seven old monks guarding the entrance. They integrate their souls with the entire plum garden, so they will not be tested by the four or nine heavenly tribulations, and at the same time they have no way to leave the plum garden. They can only guard the passage until they die in battle.

Passing through the passage into the Middle Earth from the underworld, you will be immediately be besieged by seven soul monks. In the plum garden, the seven of them worked together to have a combat power of no less than ten. I don’t know how many people in the Shura tribe in the underworld died.

After discussing with Wutian, Shura Dharma Lord decided to attack the inside from outside and entangle the seven old monks. Then the Shura Clan could enter and exit the Middle Land calmly.

Before, Nalanda Temple came out in full swing and entered the underworld to conquer the Shura tribe and knocked down the Sky City, but did not kill all the soul monks. In addition to the Shura Dharma Lord, four people survived.

In other words, after the two tribes joined forces, a total of nineteen Yuanshen cultivators fought in Meiyuan. Although the seven old monks were extremely powerful, the huge number of them was completely unable to fight back.

What's even more shameless is that they teamed up with ten people to strangle one person, and no old monk could hold on to more than three breaths. Even though Yuan Hui was extremely determined and immediately ordered ten monks to return to help, it was too late.

When they arrived, only the seven old monks were seriously injured and dying, and the overall situation was decided. After that, the demon clan was worried about Wutian's safety and immediately sent the fastest Saint King of Miaochi to rescue him. It has to be said that if Miaochi came later, he would probably collect Wutian's body.

The Thick Earth Divine Thunder Sword of Genshan seemed to be useless and exhausted. If the Saint King of Wonderful Wings retreated, Wu Tian, ​​who was unable to move, would be directly exposed to Tang Cheng's sword edge.

"Ao!"

Miaochi let out a desperate roar, her blonde hair flew, and her forehead was full of blue veins, as ferocious as an earthworm. Miaochi stood against the golden sword and stepped forward step by step. His wings were slashed inward by the heavy sword light.

Every time he went forward, the Saint King of Miao-Winged coughed up a mouthful of blood, but his unruly eyes were still sharp and without any compromise. Tang Cheng sighed slightly, and his body floated backward, as light as a dead leaf.

He picked up the toes and put the Eight-Phase Picture of Sakyamuni in the storage ring. Then, Tang Cheng stretched out his arms and hugged the Dharma. After the attack, Tang Cheng had discovered that the wings of the wonderful wings of the Saint King were extremely difficult to break. His feathers would constantly emit golden light to block the invasion of lightning, just like countless magic weapons.

This is the case. The Saint King of Whispers refined all the feathers on his body to make magic weapons, with a total of 14,600, each of which was a top-grade magic weapon. As a whole, they can be called a mid-grade magic weapon.

If not, how could it resist the continuous slash of the Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword?

"It's important to save people!" Faxing was afraid that Tang Cheng would delay any longer, so he warned in Tang Cheng's ear. Tang Cheng sighed in his heart, and the fierce fighting inside Nalanda Temple had subsided.

At the speed of the Yuanshen cultivator, he would not have more than three breaths. In other words, Tang Cheng had no choice but to take Miaochi and Wutian. He glanced at the two of them again, and Tang Cheng turned around and left.

"Wait a moment!"

Miaochi suddenly spoke behind her. Tang Cheng turned his head to look at him without saying anything. Miaochi didn't care and said, "Who are you?"

"Jianzhai Tangcheng!"

The Saint King of Miaoying made a singing gesture fiercely, venting his anger that he could only be passively beaten today. Tang Cheng smiled coldly and nodded, "I'm waiting for you!"

Tang Cheng flapped his wings and rushed away. Miao Chi squinted his eyes, estimating Tang Cheng's speed, and was also very surprised. At this moment, a light of escape shot came, which was Wuya. He looked a little embarrassed at this moment. Obviously, the monks in Nalanda Temple were not waiting to die, and also caused casualties to the demon clan.

Especially in the end, the desperate monk chose to self-destruct the soul. If it weren't for the White Elephant Holy King's move to suppress it, I was afraid that nearly half of the fourteen soul monks of the demon clan would have died.

Wuya saw Wutian's embarrassing appearance lying on the ground, and couldn't help but feel shocked. He rushed over and said, "Father, what's wrong with you."

Seeing his helpless look, Miaochi shook his head slightly and said, "Wuya doesn't have to do this. My emperor is just seriously traumatized, it's nothing. You are here to protect me, and I'll chase a few deserters."

Wuya opened his mouth and was about to say something, but the Saint King of Miaoying had turned into a golden light and went a hundred miles away. Wuya hurriedly watched the surroundings alertly, feeling like a piece of grass and trees were all soldiers.

Wutian looked at it both angry and funny, and shouted, "What are you trembling? Can't you protect me?" If it were usual, Wutian's voice was like thunder, it would naturally be extremely majestic. But now, he was as angry as a wandering thread. This sounded not only without any majesticity, but rather with a very funny feeling.

On the bald cliff, there is only a lonely pine tree standing. Due to the torture of the years of storms, this pine tree is not tall and has rugged branches.

Below the pine tree, a nine-foot-high bluestone with uneven surfaces stands there against the pine tree, with its roots covered with moss. I don’t know how many years it has been. This ancient pine, strange stone seems to have existed since time immemorial, full of vicissitudes of ancient times.

"There is the Sumi Cliff there. Always awaken them. With the Eight-Phase of Sakyamuni as evidence, they will definitely believe our words!" Faxing gasped twice, his voice anxiously.

Tang Cheng asked in disbelief: "That stone is Sumi Cliff?"

It’s no wonder that Tangcheng is so surprised. According to the literal understanding, the Sumi Cliff should be a cliff as high as Mount Sumi. Now, Dharma nature points to a rugged rock next to an ancient pine, saying that this is the Sumi Cliff.

It's like someone holding a fire stick and saying solemnly: Look, this is the Ruyi Golden Cudgel used by the Great Sage. Look at its black look, how sexy!

So weird.

However, even if the magical nature was broken by the demon clan, it would not be like this. Tang Cheng frowned and asked, "How to wake them up!"

Dharma nature said awkwardly: "I don't know this either. I only know that this is an entrance to the Sumeru illusion. How can I wake them up, but I have never heard of it!"

At this time, Tang Cheng suddenly turned around and saw a golden light chasing him. He couldn't help but sneer: "It seems that we are going to use the easiest way to awaken them!"

With a long sleeve, seven green sword lights were slashed out in succession, slashing towards the bluestone like a full moon. The green light of lightning rolled and spread on the surface of the bluestone.

This style of the Ten Thousand Valleys Green Wood Divine Thunder Sword Tangcheng deliberately suppressed the power, otherwise, the bluestone and ancient pine could not resist this round of sword slash.

Tang Cheng gave him off with both hands, threw his Dharma nature on the cliff, and then faced the Sage King of Whispers.

In the air, the cold wind was blowing, and the robe was waving. Tang Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, and the wind and thunder wings were restrained behind him, and he said lightly: "You shouldn't have come!"

As the king in the sky, the Saint King of Miaoying ranks among the thirteen Demon Saints of Beijuluzhou in terms of strength among the three or four. Except for the Demon Emperor Wutian and the Saint King of White Elephant, no one dares to say that Wen Sheng Miaoying.

As the ancient divine bird, the blood descendant of the Golden-winged Roc bird, the Vio-winged Holy King knew how to practice on the day he broke his shell. After that, Miao-winged Sect had never suffered a great loss. The so-called subduing Wutian was convinced by this man and admired his ambitions, so he joined Wutian's command.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful Wutian is, how can he use the wonderful wings that can flap his wings for thousands of miles?

But just now, Tang Cheng's sword light slashed and killed the Saint King Miao-Winged in a mess. His appearance fell into Wutian's eyes. The humiliation was like a maggot with bones, which took root in his heart.

If you want to get rid of this inner demon, you can only cleanse it with Tang Cheng’s blood!

"Tangcheng! I am the Demon Clan's Miao-winged Holy King. Today's battle will never end!" Since the Demon Clan's Miao-winged Holy King has decided to take action, he will never be pretentious.

"You are already injured and you have to chase after you. This is really unwise." Tang Cheng sighed slightly, hitting the other party's mind. Logically speaking, for the cultivator of the soul, this method will make people laugh.

Apart from some parallel goods in Nalanda Temple, a monk of the Yuanshen did not go through a lot of hardships and practiced hardships before he could advance successfully. Their will was tempered by the thunder tribulation, as unshakable as eternal stars. This kind of verbal attack is like a wave encountering a reef, which will only be crushed by the collision.

The fundamental purpose of Tangcheng's move is to buy some time for the monks in Nalanda Temple. But the Holy King of Miaoying would not be fooled.
Chapter completed!