"Who is the Taoist who stole my alchemy room? Why don't you come out and show yourself?"

"Who is the fellow Taoist who stole my alchemy room? Why don't you come out and show yourself?"

This sound echoed seven times in the air, each time like a thunderbolt, shaking the surrounding houses.

Only the Yuanyang Tianjin Pagoda remained motionless, and there was no response from the beginning to the end.

"Senior brother, am I right? Is that the 'Sea-Swallowing Divine Ao' of Master Ling'ao?"

Far away from the alchemy room, a little Taoist boy stopped and looked up into the air with a face full of astonishment.

A Taoist boy next to him also looked up, with the same shocked expression on his face.

"'Sea-Swallowing Divine Ao'. Senior brother has never seen it with his own eyes. I have only been in Tianhe City for more than a hundred years, but this spiritual beast is exactly the same as the stone statue at the entrance of the alchemy room!"

"Nine times out of ten, that's it. We were ordered to make elixirs for the 'Master Ling'ao'. Over the years, we have never seen what his old man looks like. I didn't expect that today we would be lucky enough to see the true appearance of the body!"

When he said this, he stretched his neck again, stood up on tiptoes, and murmured: "But why can't I see his face clearly? Senior brother, can you clearly see the figure on Ling Ao's back?

"

"What a fart!"

The boy next to him jumped up and hit him on the back of the head, and said angrily: "The 'Sea-Swallowing Divine Ao' has not been deployed for thousands of years. It is obvious that something big has happened. With our two cultivations, we can't do anything."

It’s better to run as far away as possible, otherwise you don’t know how you will die!”

"oh!"

The boy before responded with some grievance, but he did not raise his head to look around again, but ran away with the boy next to him.

In mid-air at this time, Master Ling'ao stood with his hands behind his back, his face as gloomy as water.

There was a ball of cyan aura flowing in his eyes. At this time, his magical power was activated, and there was nothing in a hundred miles radius that could hide from his eyes.

Except for the Yuanyang Tianjin Pagoda below!

This was originally the alchemy powerhouse of Master Ling'ao, and the entire tower was his magic weapon. But now it has been cut off, making it impossible for him, the master, to see clearly what is going on inside.

"It seems that you don't plan to show up to see me? Okay! If that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Master Ling'ao gave a cold shout and tapped with one hand. Hundreds of water vortices immediately appeared in the sky behind him.

Each of these vortices has a radius of a hundred feet, and there are countless of them at a glance. They are arranged in the mid-air like stars in the sky, and are connected with each other by aura, forming a strange killing array.

And the hub of the entire whirlpool formation lies in the body of Master Ling'ao!

I saw a flash of inspiration from his body, and hundreds of water vortices shot out a huge wave of water at the same time. Each wave of water contained the essence of Taoist true water, like a sword from the Tianhe River, piercing the Yuan below.

Yangtian Golden Pagoda.

Under this countless water flow, the small tower seemed insignificant, small and fragile.

However, when these water waves reached the top of the Yuanyang Tianjin Pagoda, a golden light shot out from the tower.

After this golden light rushed out of the pagoda, it suddenly exploded in mid-air and turned into countless fist-sized Buddhist mantras, forming a golden scripture.

In the scriptures, countless tadpole-like words are beating continuously, covering several miles in diameter, covering the entire Yuanyang Tianjin Pagoda under the scriptures.

At this time, in the high altitude, hundreds of strands of Dao Sect True Water rushed down, as if the river was flowing backwards and the four seas were collapsing. The momentum was extremely majestic.

However, when these Taoist true waters fell to the top of the tower, they were held back by the scroll of scriptures!

Countless true water washed down, but it only stirred up layers of halo on the surface of the scriptures, unable to break through the obstruction of this layer of scriptures. There was even a part of the true water that was interpreted by the scriptures and turned into pure spiritual water, flowing downwards.

Sinking into the Milky Way.

"Great Sumeru Book of Salvation! You are from the Luotian Sect!"

Master Ling'ao's face changed slightly, but at the same time he shouted sternly: "We in Tianhe City have always been on the same level as Luotian Mountain. When you come to our Tianhe City as a guest, you can just come and pay a visit. Why do you need to be secretive? Even if you want a sophisticated gourd

You can also negotiate with me openly about elixirs. Aren't you afraid of losing Luo Tianshan's face by doing this?"

He asked two questions in a row, but the people in the pagoda seemed to have heard nothing, and there was no response at all. Only the scroll of scriptures still stretched across the air, blocking all the true water of his Dao Sect.

Just when Master Ling'ao frowned slightly, a voice suddenly shouted in mid-air:

"Senior Brother Ling'ao, let me help you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ten-foot-long flaming flying knife came through the air.

While the flying knife was still far away, there was a raging sea of ​​fire that dyed the sky red, and a domineering momentum swept over it, like a beast in the fire, it would never stop until it devoured and destroyed everything in sight!

"Junior Brother Zhu!"

Master Ling'ao looked at the vision in mid-air, his face lit up, and his heart suddenly felt a lot more peaceful.

There are a total of nine cultivators in the Tribulation Realm in Tianhe City, and the one who came here is the second-ranked "Fire God Sword" Zhu Mang. This man is a pure martial arts cultivator. The "Nine Days Burning the Sky" Qi he cultivates can burn

Refining the opponent's spiritual power can be said to have a miraculous effect on restraining magical powers such as the Great Sumeru Sutra.

At this time, the flaming sword had cut through the sky and came to the top of the scroll of scriptures. The mantras in the scriptures were beating, as if they felt a hint of threat. Countless golden lights rushed upwards, wrapping the flaming sword inside.

However, the flames on the blade were steaming, and as soon as the surrounding golden light came closer, it was completely evaporated by these flames, and finally turned into a few wisps of dust and smoke, floating in the air.

“It really works!”

Master Ling'ao's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he was about to say a few complimentary words, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he found that the mantra in the scripture was still beating.

The next moment, the scripture flashed with brilliance, and a three-foot-tall golden Arhat actually jumped out from it!

After the golden Arhat appeared, he flew into the air and kicked the blade of the flaming sword.

when!

Just a crisp sound was heard, and the mighty long knife was kicked so hard that it trembled and flew backwards!

In the raging sea of ​​fire, a figure flew out. The speed was incredible. In just a moment, he grabbed the long knife that flew backwards and came to the side of Master Ling'ao, standing side by side with him.

This man was wearing a brown suit, with a tall figure and a rugged appearance. His long fiery red hair was fluttering in the wind, and he looked quite elegant.

"Senior brother, I rushed over immediately after receiving your message. Who is in the Yuanyang Tianjin Pagoda?" Zhu Mang stared at the golden Arhat in front of him and spoke without looking back.

asked.

"I don't know either!" Master Ling'ao shook his head and said, "This person still refuses to show up to meet me!"

"Refuse to show up? Humph! Then beat him until he shows up!"

Zhu Mang's brows stood up, and his whole aura suddenly surged, turning into a fiery red afterimage and disappearing in an instant.

Whoosh!

The moment Zhu Mang's figure disappeared, the golden Arhat also started to move.

In mid-air, two afterimages of gold and red were seen passing each other, and a loud noise broke out. Then both sides retreated tens of feet. It was obvious that there was no winner in the confrontation just now.

At this time, Zhu Mang was holding a long sword in his hand, his whole body was covered in blazing flames, and there was no trace of underestimation in his eyes.

Although he didn't know the origin of the golden Arhat in front of him, he could still see that it was just a dharma manifestation manifested by the people in the pagoda with their magical powers, and it was not the actual presence of the deity at all.

"A single Dharma statue alone can receive my 'Nine Suns Burning the Sky' energy. It seems that the cultivation level of the people in the tower is unfathomable!"

Zhu Mang's pupils shrank, but there was no fear on his face. Instead, he stepped forward again.

This time he didn't hold anything back. The "Nine Days Burning the Sky" zhenqi was greatly expanded and closed, and the light of the sword in mid-air was like a blazing flame burning the sky, with a magnificent momentum.

On the other hand, the golden Arhat had only a ray of golden light to protect him from the beginning to the end, but every time Zhu Mang struck with his long sword, he was easily defeated with the simplest punch and kick.

The two sides were fighting each other in mid-air, one was extremely fast and the other was extremely slow.

In the distance, some Taoist boys looked up to the sky, and saw the red shadow coming and going, shuttling in the sky, making it impossible to capture his position.

But the golden figure always stood above the Yuanyang Tianjin Pagoda. Every time he punched out slowly, he pushed back the sword energy and flames in the red afterimage by dozens of feet, making it impossible for the opponent to get close.

The more Zhu Mang fought at this time, the more frightened he became. He used the "Nine Days Burning the Sky" energy to activate his "Huangji Sword Technique". His moves were wide open and closed, and he had used all his strength.

However, the golden-bodied Arhat seems to get stronger when he encounters the strong. No matter how he attacks, he can always be neutralized by the opponent within a few inches, and his remaining power is long. Even his "Nine Days Burning the Sky" true energy can't be used at all.

The other party's golden light cannot be burned away.

Just when these two people were fighting inextricably and inextricably, two more rays of light quickly flew towards them in mid-air.

One of them is a middle-aged man, wearing a purple gold robe and a dragon and phoenix crown, sitting on a Luan chariot, looking very majestic.

The other person was an old man of half a century, wearing linen clothes, tall and thin, floating on the auspicious clouds.

"Junior Brother Yue, Junior Brother Tong!"

Master Ling'ao bowed his head to the visitor and said hello.

The two people who came were none other than Yue Wankun, who ranked fourth in Tianhe City, and Tong Kunshan, who ranked fifth.

Yue Wankun was sitting high in the chariot, glanced downwards, and then frowned slightly and said: "The Great Sumeru Sutra of Salvation? A person from the Luotian Sect? No! That 'Buddha Puppet of Disaster' is definitely not from Luotian Mountain.

Supernatural powers!”

Master Ling'ao's face condensed slightly when he heard this, and he said in a deep voice: "Junior Brother Yue, do you know the origin of this magical power?"

Yue Wankun nodded and said: "Back then, I had an encounter with a master from Fengdu City, and I was lucky enough to see this magical power. Don't be fooled by the appearance of this golden Arhat. In fact, it has lost its Buddha nature. It's just that

It’s a puppet used by people from the Demon Sect to resist Buddhism.”

"There is such a thing!"
To be continued...