"The head of the seventh branch of Xuantian Division came here to meet the Taoist lord of Yunji of Sitianjian and Master Mingding of Nanshan Temple."

It was a quiet and steady voice, but it also had a bit of majesty.

The sound was not loud, but it penetrated the inside and outside of the Taoist temple, as if it was ringing in everyone's ears.

The head of the seventh branch condensed his magic power in his voice.

The magic power is strong and the sound is solid.

The face of the Taoist Yunji changed slightly, and he also showed a solemn expression.

The head of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Division is no less than his.

Baixiangcheng rebelled and called himself the Xin Dynasty. Later, he recruited practitioners from all over the world, founded the Xuantian tribe, observed the celestial phenomena, calculated the terrain, and calculated the national destiny, and used the merits of the human world to increase one's own practice.

In just a short time, there was such a person in the so-called Xuantian Division?

Isn't this person calling himself the Seventh Division of Xuantian Division? Isn't it mean that before him, there were at least six people, not inferior to this person, or even better than this person?

"The climate of the Xuantian tribe in the new dynasty is more amazing than what I think. I am afraid that the national master has been strictly guarding against Nanshan Temple recently, but he has also ignored the expansion of the Xuantian tribe."

The Taoist Yunji was secretly shocked. He had worked in Sitianjian for many years and knew that Sitianjian had extraordinary backgrounds, so he looked a little bit despised by the Xuantian tribe of the New Dynasty, which had just begun to form... Now he realized that the Xuantian tribe of the New Dynasty had expanded at a speed far beyond Sitian minister's estimates.

If you let it go, you will inevitably become a real major concern in Sitianjian.

Just when the face of the Taoist man in Yunji changed.

When he saw the old man in the gray robe in Xuantian tribe, his face suddenly looked surprised.

He is the volcano order of the Xuantian tribe, and the person who came was the head of the seventh branch of the Xuantian tribe, with Taoism above him and status above him.

The head of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Division is here at this moment, so he is naturally what he does.

"Since someone came to save me."

The old man in gray robe breathed a long sigh and suddenly felt expectant.

But when he saw the Taoist Yunji of Si Tianjian, his heart sank slightly.

This Yunji Taoist may not be inferior to the head of the seventh branch of the Xuantian tribe.

Moreover, what is truly unfathomable in the Taoist temple is the young man who is in seclusion in the backyard.

The old man in gray robe suddenly felt a little despair and gloomy.

Mingding was tied into a ball, his face showed bitterness, and there was no response.

Zong Ping and the other three brothers were speechless. Although this small Taoist temple was in full bloom in the past, they were all ordinary people who came to pilgrims and believers, asking for signs to solve their doubts.

Nowadays, all the famous figures are actually famous.

Those who practice the lowest Taoism are also at the level of superiors.

In the eyes of the three of them, the master who cultivated the Yin God was an unattainable person. His abilities were mysterious and unfathomable. He was a master of the master's level, and even his mentors did not reach that level.

Now, in this small Taoist temple, there is a gathering of storms.

The three brothers and sisters were very complicated in their hearts. I don’t know whether it was fear or a bit of glorious honor.

The Taoist Yunji looked solemn, and he had already drawn his sword out of the sheath.

The head of the seventh branch of Xuantian Division has also entered the Taoist temple.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a black robe and carrying his hands on his back, looking cold. He was not afraid of the Yunji Taoist in Si Tianjian.

He glanced at the old man with gray robe, showed a little disdain, and his eyes fell on the Taoist Yunji again, and said, "Si Tianjian and Nanshan Temple are both important places in the Great Zhou court, but my Xuantian tribe is not a soft persimmon... My Xuantian tribe's volcano order cannot be slaughtered."

The Taoist Yunji said slowly: "In my eyes, you are all rioters and you are going to be punished. Not to mention a mere volcano order, even if you, the head of the Seventh Division, cannot escape the end of being slaughtered by the sword of my sword."

The head of the seventh branch sneered: "I am worthy of being a Taoist in Si Tianjian, and I am indeed quite proud."

He glanced at him, but saw the monk who was also tied aside. His pupils slightly condensed, and countless thoughts suddenly arose in his heart.

He knew that the volcano order of Xuantian tribe was trapped here, and the Sitianjian Yunji Taoist and the Nanshan Temple Mingding Monk came here one after another. Now the safety of the volcano order is unknown. He thought about it and only then did he arrive because his cultivation level is not lower than that of Yunji Taoist and Mingding Monk.

But I never expected that the Taoist from Si Tianjian would tie up the monks from Nanshan Temple together.

Although Si Tianjian and Nanshan Temple were not harmonious and were in a secret way, they were all under the Great Zhou court, but there was no real conflict.

But now the Taoist in Si Tianjian has started here.

So have Sitianjian and Nanshan Temple also torn their faces apart?

Can the Xuantian tribe benefit from it?

The head of the seventh branch saw countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

But these thoughts passed in a flash and were pressed into the heart.

He looked solemn, took out a round of magic seals and hovered in front of him.

"The Taoist in Yunji has long heard of the great name, and I finally got to understand it today."

The head of the seventh branch showed a bright fighting spirit in his eyes.

The Taoist Yunji also seemed very serious. He suddenly realized that the Taoist practice of the middle-aged man in black robe in front of him might be higher than that of himself... Although the other party is not a yang god, the meaning revealed by this person's use of the Yin god is vaguely the majesty of the real person.

However, this was also as expected by the Taoist Yunji. If the other party was not as sure as he was better than himself, why should he come to the Taoist temple to save people in his hands?

However, he was born in the Taoist school and was in Sitianjian for many years, so he was not necessarily inferior to the other party.

The two of them are now in a confrontation and are entangled.

The sword energy is so strong that it is like thousands of sharp needles.

The Dharma Seal rotates like a sword.

The two were entangled with energy and tried to find out the other party's flaws, but although the Taoist practices were of high or low level, the difference in fighting style was not very obvious, and for a while, there was still a stalemate.

However, everyone in the Taoist temple was suffering.

Zong Ping and his brothers and sisters each found a place to hide, one hidden behind a stone pillar, one hidden behind a wall, and one put down the altar and hid behind the table.

But despite this, the sword energy and sword light seemed to be everywhere, as if it had penetrated the obstacles and acted on itself.

Especially Zong Xiang, who was hiding behind the altar, felt that he was even more aware of being subjected to Lingchi. There seemed to be countless needles pricking everywhere on his body, as if there were many blades, cutting the flesh on his body.

Although the altar table was not damaged, it was like nothingness and could not resist the sharpness of the Sequen Sword Qi and the Seal.

Zong Xiang's heart trembled, constantly circulating his true energy, wandering all over his body, walking all over his limbs and bones, eliminating the influence, but it has no effect.

The old man in gray robe and the monk Mingding were both forbidden from his magic power and tied up there. He was affected by the remaining power at the moment, which was the most desolate... Although he did not directly take his life, he seemed unspeakable under the remaining power of the two clashes. Even though his cultivation level was not low, his face was pale and sweated like rain.

However, the little Taoist priest who followed Yunji Taoist people used his magic power to protect himself and retreated towards the backyard. He was not bound by his own way and his Taoist practice was barely enough, so he was under the least oppression.

"The head of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Division is actually not inferior to Uncle Yunji?"

The little Taoist priest was in awe of his heart and was hesitating whether he would ask the Lord Su, who was in seclusion in the backyard to take action.

However, at this moment, a rainbow light passed by in an instant.

——

Yunji looked solemn.

The leader of the seventh division was murderous.

The two of them were entangled with the qi, like swords fighting each other, becoming more and more intense.

Relatively speaking, the main Taoist practice of the seventh branch is slightly higher, and at this moment, the advantage is revealed.

His eyes lit up, as if he had found an opportunity to take action.

However, at this moment, a rainbow light came in an instant, cutting into the middle of the two's confrontation, cutting off the entanglement of the two's aura.

Yunji groaned and bleeding from the corners of his mouth.

The leader of the seventh branch only felt a stagnation in his heart, and his qi and blood surged. Then, the back of his head suddenly felt a pain and his eyes became dark.

"The gods in the Three Realms and Six Paths have knocked down the magic seal for a long time."

There was a boy's voice full of emotions.

After hearing this, the leader of the Seventh Division suddenly felt depressed and fell forward.

The field was entangled, and the breath of the two sides that had the remaining power suddenly disappeared.

Everyone looked at each other.

The old man in gray robe and the monk Mingding were both breathing and feeling like he had a life after the disaster. When he looked forward, he was even more shocked.

The three brothers Zong Ping and his brothers all hesitated for a moment and headed towards the source of the battle.

The little Taoist priest was even more stunned and speechless.

Just now, a rainbow light passed by him.

This rainbow light cut into the qi of Uncle Yunji and the Lord of the Seventh Division. Following the trajectory, he reached behind the Lord of the Seventh Division.

Then no one could see what was going on.

The leader of the seventh division fell to the ground.

And the rainbow light finally manifested itself, and it was the masked boy.
To be continued...