Chapter 283

What exactly is wrong?

Su Yi calmed down, and the power of divine sense swept out, feeling the magnificent hall on the first floor of the pagoda inch by inch.

The temple is so vast that it can accommodate thousands of monks chanting sutras and meditation here. Thirty-six stone pillars stand, each of which is engraved with obscure and mysterious Sanskrit characters.

Um?

When Su Yi's spiritual sense explored a place close to twenty feet deep, he suddenly felt a sense of stagnation, and a large formation appeared in his mind.

"It turned out to be a large formation with a hidden aura..."

Suddenly, Su Yi suddenly understood the reason why something was wrong.

"Be careful, this place is covered with a large formation. If I expected it to be good, it should be arranged by those Buddhist cultivators in Shanglin Temple."

Su Yi warned softly.

And he used the power of divine sense to calmly sense the mystery of the hidden grand formation.

Ning Siji, Mu Xi, and Lan Su were all awe-inspiring, and they all sacrificed their weapons at the same time.

In the back of Ning Xiu's hand, she held the Qingyan waning moon halberd, and a bright red and clear flying sword floated in the palm of her left hand, as slender as a swimming fish.

Mu Xi mastered the golden spear, and he was ready to go.

The most exaggerated is Lan Suo. She took out a secret talisman jade pendant and hung it on her chest, slanted a golden flying knife full of spirituality to her waist, and used a small jade sword with purple air between her hair. , and took out a pair of wristbands engraved with dense cloud patterns of talismans...

After thinking about it for a while, she seemed uneasy about holding a thick stack of Yuan Dao Jade Talisman in her left and right hands. Then she sighed with satisfaction, her eyes were full, and she was eager to try.

This scene almost blinded Mu Xi!

I've seen one in full armor, but I've never seen one whose whole body is covered with pieces of spiritual treasures!

Ning Xi's expression was different. If this is a fighting genre, should it be called... money-smashing flow?

Seemingly uncomfortable in the eyes of the two of them, Lan Suo said:

"When I went out, the elders in the family had to give it to me, saying that it was a girl who was outside, so you must protect yourself, um...don't make a fuss..."

Ning Siji and Mu Xi both looked away, sighing in their hearts, people, life can't wait!

Clang!

At this time, Su Yi suddenly waved the Xuanwu sword in his hand and slashed out.

A cyan sword qi crossed the sky, with a mysterious and unpredictable Dao rhyme, slashing in the void twenty feet away.

boom!

Light and rain splashed, countless symbols emerged, and a large formation filled with golden Buddha light was reflected in everyone's field of vision.

And with Su Yi's sword slashing, it was like hitting seven inches from a snake, and the magnificent golden formation instantly shattered like a piece of paper and disappeared with a bang.

"This……"

"Who is so bold, dare to hurt me and wait for big things?"

An angry, noisy voice sounded.

I saw a group of monks standing in the depths of the hall, all with anger on their faces, looking at Su Yi and the others.

"It's beyond the poor monk's expectations that all the donors can reach here alive."

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

It was Jue Heng who spoke impressively.

There are as many as seventeen monks next to him, and each of them exudes aura that belongs to the Innate Martial Sect.

Especially the headed old monk with white eyebrows and white beard, his breath is the most obscure, far more terrifying than the other seventeen.

And further away in the hall, there is a fierce battle going on.

It was a handsome young monk, dressed in coarse cloth monk clothes, with a solemn appearance.

He held a purple-gold bowl in one hand and waved a snow-white and bright Jie Dao in the other.

Surprisingly, the young monk

The man's opponent was actually a golden dragon with a terrifying aura all over his body!

The roars of dragons were like thunder, and the terrifying dragon's might was like a landslide and tsunami, spreading out from the long dragon.

From a distance, it makes it hard to breathe.

"There are really dragons in this world?"

Mu Xi was surprised, his scalp tingling.

Both Ning Siyu and Lan Suo were shocked by such a scene. These monks from Shanglin Temple actually wanted to subdue dragons here! !

If you don't see it with your own eyes, who can believe it?

"There are indeed dragons in this world, but the one I see in front of me is not a real dragon, but the power revealed by a drop of real dragon blood."

Su Yi's deep eyes lit up.

True dragon!

One of the most ancient and supreme terrifying creatures among the true spirit beasts, its power is unpredictable, like a god living in the world, with incredible magical powers.

Even in the eyes of the monks in the imperial realm, the existence of the real dragon is also a role that can be called a peerless murderer, so powerful that it is unimaginable.

These creatures are gifted with extraordinary talents, and they are born with great luck. They can disrupt the starry sky.

However, real dragons are extremely rare and mysterious, and almost only exist in ethereal legends.

In the great wilderness of Kyushu, in the endless years from ancient times to the present, there are only a handful of people who have really seen such mysterious creatures!

Most of the time, all the news about the real dragon is mostly illusory rumors.

Although Su Yi was known as the Great Wilderness Kyushu in his previous life, he had only seen the lair left by a real dragon and picked up some broken dragon scales.

He had never seen a real dragon alive.

But now, in the ruins in the depths of the Baosha Demon Mountain, in the nine-story pagoda on the top of this dragon-shaped mountain, there is a dragon shape derived from a drop of true dragon blood!

This made Su Yi surprised and surprised.

It should be noted that this is the world of the world!

When Su Yi thought about it, eighteen monks from Shanglin Temple had gathered around, and they were all terrifying.

"There are great dangers here, please return the way you came, don't risk your life because of this."

The headed old monk with white eyebrows and white beard folded his hands together, and Bao Xiang solemnly opened his mouth.

Su Yi laughed and said, "Monk, how about I help you overcome this great danger?"

The white-browed old monk said with a blank expression: "If you can reach this place all the way, you must be extraordinary, but if you don't listen to the persuasion and become obsessed, you will be killed."

At this moment, Lan Suo looked at the young monk in the distance, and suddenly said:

"Elder Jinghe, I am Lan Suo, the descendant of the Donghua Sword Sect, and the master is 'Master Yunlang'. If we start a war, it will not be good for both of us. In my opinion, it is better for us to fight side by side and suppress that dragon. , and then divide this opportunity equally, how?"

The expressions of the old monk with white eyebrows and others changed slightly.

Master Yunlang!

This is the supreme elder of the Donghua Sword Sect with the highest combat power! One of the three swordsmen of Daqin Zhiqiang, he is mega-shattered all over the world!

And now, the direct disciple of Master Yunlang is here, who would dare to ignore it?

Looking at the expressions of those monks, Mu Xi knew that Lan Suo, the master's signboard, was quite shocking.

Unexpectedly, the young monk Jinghe who was fighting fiercely in the distance snorted coldly:

"Don't say that you are just a disciple of Master Yunlang, even if Master Yunlang came in person today, you can't even think of snatch good luck from my Shanglin Temple!"

The words were sonorous and decisive.

Lan Suo's expression was stagnant, and there was a hint of embarrassment on her delicate eyebrows. She didn't expect that this Shanglin

Jinghe, the elder of the Temple of Dragons, was so disrespectful.

The faces of the old monk with white eyebrows and others became cold and cold.

"Everyone, please leave!"

The white-browed old monk said in a deep voice, his eyes were like electricity, and he was intimidating.

All the other monks looked bad.

"As a Buddhist cultivator, murderous aura and greed are so important, and they are no different from those demons and evil ways."

Su Yi shook his head.

In his previous life, he had talked about scriptures and Taoism with a great man in "Xiaoxitian", the first holy place of Buddhist cultivation. Su Yi also admired and admired his kind of mind, bearing and wisdom.

In contrast, the monks in front of them seemed too unbearable, and they were not worthy of being called Buddhist cultivation.

"Nie Barrier, you dare to speak up, you should go to hell and be punished for pulling your tongue out!"

Jue Heng shouted angrily. He had fought against Su Yi before, and he had a grudge in his heart. Seeing Su Yi slandered them, he immediately became angry.

Su Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense, raised the Xuanwu sword in his hand, and cut out a sword from the air.

Swish!

The sword energy is brilliant, if a blue Changhong hangs, with an incomparable and fierce aura, it slashes at Jueheng.

The white-browed old monk frowned and shot it out with a palm.

hum!

A palm print with flowing golden light condensed, the size of a grinding disc, shining brightly, with great power.

But when Fu Yi and Su Yi's sword qi collided, the golden light's flowing palm print was instantly chopped in half, producing a deafening explosion.

However, Su Yi's sword energy remained unabated, and he slashed straight at Jue Heng.

Jue Heng dodged subconsciously.

boom! ! !

The sword qi was dangerously and dangerously slashed at the place where Jueheng was originally standing, and a dazzling sword light splashed out.

With just a few swords, its mighty prowess made the old monk with white eyebrows and the others look condensed, realizing Su Yi's power.

"Do your own sins, don't live, fellow juniors, and join me to kill these evil obstacles and harm the world!"

The white-browed old monk spoke in a deep voice.

"Good!"

The other seventeen monks proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison.

Afterwards, these monks from Shanglin Temple in Daqin, all of them with innate martial arts and Taoism, attacked brazenly.

Boom!

Seeing their power skyrocketing, their clothes and robes waving, they sacrificed swords, meditation staff, rulers, long sticks, magic swords, bowls and other spiritual soldiers.

Afterwards, their figures swayed, and in an instant, they turned into a battle formation with a strict appearance and a terrifying breath.

Lan Suo's pretty face changed slightly, and she quickly said: "This is the 'Fuhu Arhat Formation' in the Arhat Hall of Shanglin Temple. It is displayed by eighteen innate martial artists. They communicate with each other and their power is strong enough to trap the land gods. figure!"

This is not an exaggeration. Many years ago, there was a land immortal figure in Daqin who was trapped by the "Fuhu Arhat Formation" in Shanglin Temple. Although he finally escaped, he was seriously injured and dying!

boom!

When they were speaking, the old monk with white eyebrows and the others came to kill them together with the might of the battle formation, each with their bodies shining brightly, their treasures solemn and terrifying.

There are eighteen people, but they cooperate with each other seamlessly, giving people a sense of invulnerability.

At that moment, Ning Siyu and Mu Xi's pupils were all condensed.

Su Yi showed a hint of disdain.

"This is also worthy of talking about battle formations? It's nothing more than a vulgar combined attack technique, which can be broken with a single sword."

As soon as the indifferent voice sounded, Su Yi stepped forward.

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