That night, when he peeked at the huge Buddha's face, Jia An cut off the mysterious light mirror and thought the dust had settled.

However, he did not expect that the old monk Dexing returned in a mess and did not mention the establishment of the Tathagata branch, so he would not know that something happened in the end.

However, he even used the life-saving thing given by Ruyi Monk, so what else could happen?

Although the life-saving thing is targeting the wood charm, the remaining power is not something that the natal monk can compete with, unless a higher level monk takes action later.

There are only one or two little real people who have entered the Taoist Taoist in Liangzhou. Is it the Taoist Changlin from the Golden Bell Tower? Or the Jingjiu Little Real People from Qianhe Temple?

It was still that night...

Jia An was thinking in his heart.

The two Taoists looked at each other and stammered so hard that they could not speak.

Jia An played with flying sword around his fingers and his face darkened: "If I remember well, there should be an old fox in Jiaoyuan Mountain. Every year, he would offer some spiritual herbs and spiritual fruits, and his shed hair came..."

The short Taoist gritted his teeth and spoke: "People are sorry for their sins. The fox Taoist has long been gone. We searched for ten days but couldn't find his trace..."

He went too late. He looked around with Jiaoyuan Mountain as the center, and he could not find the old fox within a radius of three thousand miles.

"Old fox."

Jia An snorted, expecting it in his heart. The old fox was originally slick and didn't care too much. He looked at the tall Taoist and said lightly:

"Wulu, I asked you to extract the souls of the creatures in the mountains. You wouldn't have told me that all the creatures in the mountains are dead, right?"

The tall Taoist Wu Lu smiled bitterly:

"There are many creatures in the mountains. I drew the souls of three thousand wild beasts, but these beasts ran away after being frightened. I didn't have much memory at all. I only knew that in the end, a sword light soared into the sky..."

Unlike humans, beasts are weak in souls and are too late to escape when they are frightened. Where can they stop and watch?

"Sword Cultivator?"

Jia An raised his eyebrows, and the flying sword flowing with his fingertips also condensed slightly:

"There are only two or three who have entered the Tao in Liangzhou. There seems to be no sword cultivator... There are a few sword cultivators in their natal realm, but they are not as good as me, so how can they intervene?"

The world is very big, and the world of cultivation is very small.

The territory of Daqing is more than tens of millions of miles, and the population is hundreds of millions, but the number of practitioners is pitifully small, and it may not be enough to choose one of 100,000 miles.

In Liangzhou, how many practitioners can be found, naturally, they can count them.

He thought about it for a while, and still frozen the aura that appeared in Annuo County that night half a month ago. The aura was so strong that it seemed to have exceeded the limit of his life.

But after thinking about it for more than ten days, he still didn't remember anyone who had such an aura.

"Why don't the master of the temple directly ask the city god?"

The short Taoist was a little confused.

"Dilong, you don't understand. These city gods have a strange mind and have been dissatisfied with my Tianyi Sect for a long time. If you can deal less, you can deal less..."

Jia An's expression was dull and cold:

"And, with friendship, once I start to fight, my sword will hesitate..."

More importantly, if the City God wants to say it, there is no need for him to ask. If he doesn't want to say it, even if he asks, it will make no sense at all.

"This... why do we force those city gods? There is nothing wrong with it now..."

The faces of the two Taoists changed slightly.

The City God is afraid of the Heavenly Spirit Sect, so how can the Heavenly Spirit Sect not be afraid of the City God?

There are so many city gods in Daqing territory. All the practitioners are probably not many times more than them. The Tianyi Sect only needs to attack the city gods, not to mention the two people in the Netherworld, there are only so many city gods.

How many lives do you need to pile it up?

Even though the Tathagata Cult has repeatedly weakened the City God by relying on the general trend of the court for more than a hundred years, it cannot be denied that it is a huge monster.

The collision of two giants and the aftermath is a disaster that can be broken to pieces for them.

Most of the lower classes in the Tathagata Sect do not expect this day to come.

After all, now, wealth and honor are in hand, and countless female believers can come and go, so why bother to force more?

"You only have such a little glory and wealth in your eyes, a woman of gold and silver?"

Jia An naturally understood the thoughts of the two and sneered:

"You can only live three hundred years after entering the Tao, and your life is three thousand years after the life of the soul. A group of lonely ghosts can live forever with incense. Don't you want to be a city god or a mountain god after death?"

Throughout history, countless creatures have had their own life span, and no matter whether you enter the Tao or your soul, you cannot get rid of it.

Those who are almost undead are the Ten Reapers of the Emperor.

In addition, the recent immortals are ghosts and gods in the underworld!

Countless years ago, when the King of the Netherworld was in power, I wondered how many real people in the world would go to worship the underworld when their life was over, so as to obtain a title of ghosts and gods.

Now that the Lord of the Nether Palace is gone, this road has been cut off.

Some people wanted to go to the underworld to seek this path, while others looked at the city god in the world.

"He is the leader, has he focused on the City God?"

Wu Lu and the Earth Dragon looked at each other, and they were shocked. They had never heard of this news.

At the same time, both of them were also aware of it.

Why did the God-in-Chief insist on forcing these city gods, but he fell in love with the foundation of the ghosts and gods in the underworld!

"How could I...?"

The two were overjoyed, but Jia An's expression changed wildly. He suddenly stood up and roared with a sword: "Who is the rat? You dare to plot against this master!"

He was furious.

This news is not made public in the Tathagata. Only the heads of the major states in various places are qualified to know, and it is strictly forbidden to say it out loud.

How could he say it for no reason?

Buzz ~

He rose up, raised his arms, and the flying sword had turned into a rainbow and pulled out a hundred feet of light to illuminate the night:

"Do it should be killed! Kill it should be killed! Kill it should be killed!"

Rumble ~

Three should be killed in a row.

The mountains were full of air waves, and all the plants and trees in the place where the sword light scattered were cut down. The scattered plants and trees fell like rain, and were then swept into powder by the evil sword light.

The momentum was so great that the two Taoist people trembled.

"It's a good idea indeed."

As the sword light roared, a calm sound echoed between the mountains and fields. Ignoring the distance in the void, the passionate sword light rang in the ears of the three of them.

The tall and short Taoist looked at the sound and saw a white-clothed Taoist walking up in the hilly belly of the nightfall, jutting forward with one hand, and the divine light at his fingertips flowed, blocking the sword energy sweeping by the flying sword.

Whoosh ~

The flying sword rotated around the lonely mountain, ready to go, and never really stabbed.

Jia An's face on the mountain was solemn, his eyes flashed:

"Who are you?"

An Qisheng bounced his sword energy away with his fingers, raised his other hand lightly, and the mysterious light mirror outlined by divine lights reflected Pei Yuanhua's face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Under An Qisheng's methods, Jia An's words were heard by him without missing a word.

"Pei Chenghuang, did you hear it?"

An Qisheng asked indifferently.

During his ten days of meditation in Jiaoyuan Mountain, he washed and sucked the magic power of his body with the magnetic field of mountains and rivers, and at the same time he practiced many magical magic in this world.

All changes will never leave their sects, and the foundation of any spell lies in spiritual energy.

His Qi seed replaces the "Cangtian Sutra". He can naturally practice other magical magic rooted in spiritual energy, and even, no matter how Taoist, demons, Buddhas, demons, ghosts, any magic in this world can practice.

The spell he cast this time, called "Five Miscellaneous Three Ways", is a strange spell that confuses the spirit and soul.

He dreamed of Jia An many times, and he knew all of Jia An's weaknesses. He knew that after he beat the Flying Sword every day, his spirit was the weakest.

His magic power is completely different from that of all practitioners in this world, just like the aura of mountains, rivers, and the feng shui of the earth, and will not be noticed by them.

This made him fall into trouble.

With the same magic, if it were other monks, it would be impossible for Pei Yuanhua to plot against him.

"Pei Yuanhua?"

Jia An's expression also changed. When he saw Pei Yuanhua in the mysterious mirror, he almost vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Okay, OK, OK!"

In the mysterious mirror, Pei Yuanhua opened his voice coldly:
To be continued...