"What's not reliable?"

In the protective suit, Xilian tilted her head and stared at Wang Sheng, and yawned in a boredom, "Your master is pretty good. Every time you educate you, you can educate me to the point."

Wang Sheng thought about it and said that every time his master gave him guidance, he could always give him a deep warning.

Maybe this is a famous teacher.

Although I may not be considered a very high disciple...

"Sister, what I said is not reliable. I feel that the communication that Master called just now was not correct."

Xilian asked in confusion, "What did you hear?"

"Nothing, maybe I've thought about it too much..."

Wang Sheng smiled, and then he was a little confused.

While exploring the eighteen levels of hell, the official did not go to see the eleven halls?

Master and his friends have arrived in Fengdu City for quite some time. Logically speaking, they should have tried to enter the eleven halls, so why don’t they mention them in their words?

Could it be that Master and the others have not yet rushed out of Fengdu City?

These doubts emerged in his heart. The more Wang Sheng thought about it, the more he felt that what was hidden in the Master’s words when he was communicating just now.

Based on Wang Sheng’s understanding of his master, when he thought about it, he vaguely felt that his master seemed to be pretending to be relaxed...

Xilian watched Wang Sheng look at Wang Sheng who seemed to be worried, and said, "Do you miss Xiao Xuanxuan? If you don't see each other for a day, it's like three autumns? I didn't expect that you are usually quite dull and also a lovely little Taoist priest."

Wang Sheng smiled helplessly. What happened to him? Why did he become infatuated?

The magic sword species are almost the same.

The driving monk Huaijing shook his head there and sighed: "The red and pink bones, the love in the world is a disaster, Amitabha."

"Don't listen to these Buddhist chants and Zen sounds," Xilian rolled her eyes, "It's just like if you recite too much scriptures, you can really become a Buddha. Whether you will be taken to the Western Paradise depends on your cultivation and understanding.

Do you have anything I like to hear on this list?”

"Senior, what do you want to hear?" Monk Huaijing raised his eyebrows, "The little monk has a Chinese music library here. When he plays games, he is afraid that listening to music can take up the Internet speed. Those who like to listen to it all go down to his mobile phone."

Wang Sheng couldn't help but complain: "Is the internet speed of your Tianlong Temple very slow?"

"It's okay, mainly because there are more senior brothers in Gaofengduan.com."

Xilian said: "Play some sad love songs to relieve me for a while."

"Okay, wait."

In less than ten seconds, the male singer's slightly hoarse voice appeared in the car audio. The monotonous but melodious piano accompaniment sounded, and Xilian's little face was filled with memories.

Soon, the humming of the monk Huaijing sounded in the car. Not long after this humming became the "fatal taboo duet" of Huaijing and Xilian.

Wang Sheng:...

The air defense suit also comes with a slight electronic music, so there is no one else.

...

Fengdu City, in front of the city gate.

The evil soul roared and the ghost cried, and the bow and strings shook the halberd like a forest!

The ghost army collided head-on, and the ghost soldiers were all rushing towards the gate of Fengdu City, and the number was impossible to calculate.

The semicircular battle formation of the ghost soldiers in front of the city gate was immediately affected by the impact from all over the place. The ghost soldiers pointed their spears and halberds forward, and the evil spirits were strung on the spears and halberds, and then quickly turned into a bunch of black fog.

But there are too many of these ghosts. Even if only 30% of them rush to the city gate under the rain of arrows, they still knocked out the semicircular battle formation composed of three thousand ghost soldiers to break out the casualties.

"Take it!"

Qing Yanzi roared, even if he didn't feel sorry for the talisman soldiers, he had to give full play to the role of the talisman soldiers.

Twelve figures rushed down from the air. Qing Yanzi took the lead, his long robe and hair flew backwards, and smashed out several palm shadows, directly clearing the large area below.

Mu Wanxuan fell straight down, just before the ghost soldiers battle formation, standing in the area struck by the master's palm, slowly pressing down with her hands, gently fluttering her long hair, and a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram appeared directly below.

Taking her as a dot, the area with a radius of three miles is covered by Tai Chi diagrams!

Qing Yanzi and other Taoist priests, a total of eleven people fell down together, and a stream of yin and yang energy wrapped around their legs. These eleven Jindan cultivators were even more powerful.

Let’s see, Taoist Master Buyan’s body was full of dark golden light. Now, the top three Jindan monks in the Dahua Kingdom’s Taoist world stomped their feet and flew out against the ground!

Wrapped with dark golden light, Qing Yanzi's figure was like a cannonball, crashing straight into the group of ghosts and monsters rushing forward; his body quickly rotated for several weeks from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, and a dark golden light ball quickly formed between his palms, constantly trembling!

Then, the palms slapped together, and the dark gold light shone before Fengdu!

The ghost in the 100-meter-diameter area was directly emptied by this powerful pure yang force!

But countless ghosts rushed forward around him. Qing Yanzi slapped the ground with a palm, and his horizontal figure immediately floated backwards. Two figures on both sides passed by him and rushed forward.

The four people, on the far left, are Maoshan Jindan monks, whose Taoist name is "Qiancheng". At this time, they use the talisman method to control thunder. The peach wood sword in their hands points out white lights, and the dancing Taoist robe exudes a mysterious Taoist rhyme.

Using the power of the sky, he swept down hundreds of thunders, woven into pieces of thunder curtains, and covered the most densely populated place of ghosts.

As anxious as Thunder God!

Zhang Zikuang from Longhu Mountain, the ghost-expressing talisman is like a formation, and he controls dozens of "blade talismans" with one hand. Wherever he passes, the green-skinned ghost turns into ashes, and the red-skinned soul flies across the body, and in a blink of an eye it explodes into black smoke.

Look at the two Buddhist monks on the right who passed by Qing Yanzi again!

A thin old monk with a haggard face sat out of nowhere, with Buddha light shining constantly on his body. There was a phantom of a jade lotus sitting on the platform. Wherever his body passed, the ghost melted like ice and snow.

Another monk had a similar path to Monk Huaijing. Of course, his cultivation was much more advanced. He held a convenient shovel and was as powerful as an arhat. He rolled up a gust of wind in the pile of evil ghosts.

After Qing Yanzi landed, he immediately closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. After more than ten seconds, he shouted softly: "Substitute!"

Taoist Zhuifeng, Zhang Zikuang and two Buddhist monks immediately retreated. Yan Zhengnan and six other Jindan monks, who had been waiting for a long time, all forwarded and fought head-on with the surging ghosts!

At this moment, Mu Wanxuan quietly closed her eyes, picked up Xu Yuan with her hands, and her slender body shook gently.

In the group of ghosts, dozens of yin and yang energy rolled up more than twenty tornado whirlwinds; these tornados became larger in the blink of an eye, rolling up a large number of evil souls and shattering them, and temporarily sweeping away the ghost's attack!

Qing Yanzi shouted softly: "Xiaoxuan, pay attention to saving mana and keep yourself full of mana!"

"Oh," the senior sister who was trained responded obediently, and then honestly did the work arranged by her master.

——Bless the eleven senior masters on your side, and maintain the Yin-Yang Haoyuan Formation.

But this is the case, she has actually played a great role.

"Shoot the arrow!"

The roar of the ghost soldiers general sounded again, and the rain of arrows rose again on the city wall.

Twelve golden elixir monks guarded the city gate, and three thousand ghost soldiers behind him blocked the city gate, "checking for leaks and filling in the gaps". The ghost soldiers and archers everywhere in the city wall kept shaking the bowstrings.

Just outside this Fengdu City, a war in the underworld started!

However, because of Qing Yanzi and the others' cultivation, Ling Nian is so fashionable and cannot detect too far.

They did not notice that although most of the gray gas transformed into these evil spirits and evil spirits who died in front of the formation disappeared after death, the most "element" part of them returned to the eighteen levels of hell under the cover of the yin energy.

It seemed that there was a big mouth quietly devouring the powerful soul power of these evil spirits.

...

The second section of Huangquan Road, on the dead plain.

"Just let me cry when listening to the love song, the north wind outside the window is still blowing!"

Wang Sheng only felt that his eardrum was about to explode.

The singing fox Banxian pulled his arm, and Wang Sheng also gently shook his body. Monk Huaijing, the initiator, kept beating his fingers on the steering wheel.

The expensive on-board audio of this military special vehicle is to ensure that the communication is not distorted under weak signals, not to play love songs in the underworld!

The ancestor is here, this is not as good as the Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist sings before!

In the protective suit, Xi Lian seemed a little embarrassed, and turned into a girl again. The protective suit was sagging everywhere, but fortunately it would not leak.

"Cut songs, cut songs! Move! Hey!"

Monk Huaijing smiled and shouted a few words in a rough voice, releasing the bitter and dynamic music of the "disco" that he had been preparing for a long time.

Wang Daochang hugged weakly in the corner, stared at Huaijing in the rearview mirror, Huaijing shrank his neck and laughed twice.

"Don't be nervous, entertain, entertain."

Wang Sheng shook his head, and was made by Xilian and Huaijing. His premonition of unknownness faded a lot.

Fortunately, Monk Huaijing suddenly pointed outside and shouted: "Look at the place where the nuclear explosion is!"

The music suddenly became a little lighter, and six eyes were staring at the nuclear explosion area. Huaijing shook his head and sighed, "Amitabha."

"It is really beyond ordinary people's imagination to be able to have such lethality," Xi Lian said calmly, "Although it's just a last resort."

Monk Huaijing wondered: "Senior, can't a nuclear bomb be used to drop an immortal?"

"This nuclear bomb is not flexible enough, although it has power, unless the target of the Immortal Realm is standing there stupidly waiting to be bombed," Xi Lian rolled her eyes, "And, if her cultivation is more advanced or she has the protection of the Immortal Treasure, she cannot directly kill the Immortal. At most, it will be a severe injury.

Don’t look at me, I just crossed the fairyland, and I can’t exert my strength after falling into the devil.”

Wang Sheng asked: "Senior, what realm is above the immortal?"
To be continued...