Dragon Warrior

"Crack...crack...crack..."

Song Qingmu was about to make a move when he saw a blur in front of his eyes, and three crisp slaps sounded in his ears, and then the monk in green flew upside down and hit heavily on the big formation protecting the temple. The sky rose sharply, and the entire Mount Sumeru was illuminated, harsh sirens rang through the night sky, and hundreds of figures flew out from all directions, gathering quickly like a mountain gate.

"Brother, didn't you warn us to keep a low profile? This has pierced the sky." Song Qingmu looked at more and more figures, frowning and asked.

"I thought this Buddhist gate was a pure place, and it was more tolerant than those small sects. I never thought that it was full of secular atmosphere. If we really want to follow their rules, we have to wait half a year. This method is more straightforward. This guy has no eyes, so go up and step on it to vent your anger." Wu Yi said calmly, the consequences were completely within his expectations.

"Okay!" Song Qingmu had been holding back his anger for a long time, and with Wu Yi's permission, he rushed out immediately, and his speed was not a bit slower than Wu Yi's.

The bald monk was stunned by the three ear scrapers, and his nose was bleeding. He just stood up, and there was another figure in front of him. Before he had time to warn, he was stepped on the ground by Song Qingmu, and then there was a sound of killing pigs. He screamed like this, since he got the fat job of guarding the mountain gate, he has not suffered this kind of treatment.

"Where is the madman, dare to be presumptuous in Xiaoxitian, don't hurry up and tie your hands, and ask the Buddha for sin!"

A majestic and majestic voice sounded in the sky. A middle-aged monk arrived first and arrived near the mountain gate in the blink of an eye. When he gave a warning, he slowly slapped his palm, and the golden energy whizzed and danced, condensing into a giant monster. Palm, pressed down towards Song Qingmu's back, the fierce wind blew his clothes rattling, the terrifying coercion of spiritual consciousness completely imprisoned this space, the strength of this middle-aged monk has actually reached the peak In the early stages of the Divine Realm, this palm was clearly intended to kill Song Qingmu.

"Hmph... Is this the compassion of the monks? It's really ridiculous." Wu Yi replied, without moving, and slowly pushed out a palm. Compared with the power of the giant golden palm, his palm It fluttered gently, like a child's play, but the moment the two strands of energy collided, the giant golden palm collapsed instantly, and the violent wave of energy rolled out, turning into a giant dragon, roaring towards the middle-aged monk.

The expression of the middle-aged monk changed drastically. He didn't expect Wu Yi to be so powerful. He waved his arms again and again, laying down five defensive light curtains one after another. At the same time, he retreated sharply, and he was already a hundred meters away in an instant.

"Bang... bang... bang... bang... bang..."

The crisp explosion sounded like firecrackers, resounding through Mount Sumeru. The golden dragon broke through five defensive light curtains one after another. The mouth of the basin was less than one meter away from the top of his head, and he could already clearly feel the terrifying devouring force, and he had no chance of escaping.

"Amitabha!"

Wu Yi originally just wanted to frustrate the spirit of the middle-aged monk, and was about to disperse the "Blood Dragon Seal", when a loud and clear Buddha's chant suddenly came from high in the sky, mysterious and ancient runes condensed on the middle-aged monk's head, and the golden dragon It exploded in an instant, and the powerful counter-shock force traumatized Wu Yi's mind. His throat was sweet, and blood gushed out, but he swallowed it back abruptly. On the surface, it had no effect.

Wu Yi has seen this unique rune before. When the white-haired ancestor of the Dragon Clan helped him suppress the Soul-devouring Orb, such a rune flew out of the nine relics, which contained majestic mana. The reappearance of the rune must be a peerless master.

"Brother...the situation is not right, why don't we retreat quickly!" Seeing the dragon being defeated, Song Qingmu sensed the danger, and stepped forward to dissuade him.

"The goal has not been achieved, how can we leave? The Lord will arrive soon." Wu Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said confidently.

For a big sect like Xiao Xitian, the defensive magic circle is like a decoration. It will not be touched once in a hundred years, because once the magic circle is touched, it is equivalent to challenging Xiao Xitian. In today's Tianyuan Continent, there is no strength that can do it As for the Huayi sect, they wear a pair of underpants, and they will never consume each other. Therefore, if he makes such a fuss, the whole sect will definitely be shaken. Must come to find out.

Sure enough, after the rune dissipated, more than a dozen figures flew down from the top of the mountain. Different from those ordinary monks in green clothes, they were all wearing red cassocks embroidered with golden silk threads. Only eminent monks above the elder level can be honored by this.

Wu Yi didn't continue to chase the middle-aged monk, even though those guardian disciples surrounded them tightly, the fighting power he just showed was enough to attract their attention. , no one dares to act rashly.

The group of eminent monks in cassocks were all standing in the magic circle, and the guy guarding the mountain gate was also pulled in. He really covered his pig's head and complained desperately. He didn't need to listen to know that all the responsibilities were on Wu Yi Standing on the front was an old monk with white eyebrows, his expression didn't fluctuate too much. After hearing the reason, his figure flickered, and he walked out of the defensive circle slowly. Ordered to do it, so Wu Yi didn't fight back.

"Poor monk Kongwen, I don't know what sect and sect this benefactor is from, why did he forcefully break into Xiaoxitian?" The old monk Kongwen walked up to him and asked. Li, looks kind-hearted, modest and courteous, but the gleam in his eyes is palpitating. His cultivation has reached the late stage of transforming gods. Wu Yi's clothes do not have any signs of the sect, but he dare not Neglect, if one's cultivation reaches the state of becoming a god, one should be respected in the Tianyuan Continent. As for the monks in green who guard the mountain gate and the middle-aged monks who came to quell the chaos, their soul bodies are too weak to see through Wu Yi's cultivation.

Wu Yi clasped his fists and said: "The boy is a loose cultivator in the mountains and fields. He has no family or sect. He has no malicious intentions here. He just wants to visit an old friend, but this guy refuses to even pass it on. He is really angry, so he will punish him."

"Brother Wu Yi, is it really you?" A young monk flashed out from behind Kong Wen. He had delicate features and a solemn face. It was Shi Kong who had fought side by side with him. identify.

"I knew it was the most direct way to see you." Wu Yi said with a sneer.