My Disciples Are All The Emperor Level Talents

Seeing Mu Fusheng's attitude, Nan Congyin looked extremely ugly. He looked at He Shangke who was still trying to attack the Eight Peaks Thunder Prison. He gritted his teeth and took out a sky-blue scroll from the space ring.

The Taoist meaning flowing above floats throughout the entire space!

When Mu Fusheng saw this, his face wrinkled.

Huh? This doesn’t seem to be a sound transmission thing, right?

Before preparing to take action, Mu Fusheng set up a talisman barrier to block the incoming and outgoing information. In conjunction with Fang Qiong, it can be said that as long as there is interference, the other party's information will never be sent out in a short period of time!

It's not like Mu Fusheng hasn't thought about other possibilities.

For example, an incarnation coming from outside the body, or a projection like the master.

But for this situation, Mu Fusheng had no means to stop it for the time being.

I saw Nan Congyin unfolding the scroll, and the Taoism in the scroll soared into the sky!

The spider webs surrounding the Demon King's Domain also stirred up a sky-blue Taoist spirit, mirroring the aura erupting from the scroll.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at this scene with confused expressions.

At this moment, Nan Congyin knelt on one knee in the broken void, supporting his seriously injured body and said in a hoarse voice: "Please, Palace Master!"

He Shangke, who had been attacking the Eight Peaks Thunder Prison, stopped attacking at this moment, knelt down on one knee and said: "Please, Palace Master!"

The spider webs quickly spread out at this moment!

In the azure light pillar that rushed out from the scroll, the scattered spider webs began to weave in the light pillar, and gradually, a human shape was formed!

Nan Congyin lowered his head and looked at Mu Fusheng, and sneered: "You made those talisman barriers that block information from the outside world, right? Do you underestimate us for monitoring the temple?"

"Our methods of monitoring the temple are different from other forces!"

Seeing this scene, Mu Fusheng's expression slowly became serious.

Ye Qiubai and others also suppressed their relaxed smiles.

The spider web is continuously weaved and condensed, and the human form is slowly carved out.

Waves of mysterious aura began to spread out like the incense that bloomed when the stamens were in full bloom.

This breath is not offensive.

Instead, it makes people feel that their injuries and lack of spiritual energy are slowly recovering...

This is fairy spirit.

Incomparably huge immortal energy!

Mu Fusheng looked at this scene and whispered: "The Divine Lord Realm requires the conversion of most of the immortal energy. So there are only two possibilities for the immortal energy that has reached this level of saturation... either a person from the immortal world, or... a divine emperor. territory."

Monitor the temple, it’s too hidden!

"What's disturbing the old man's retreat? Did you find the Floating Life Picture?"

The weaving and carving was gradually completed, and a rickety old man appeared in the blue pillar of light that day!

This is also a state of external incarnation or projection.

But even so.

The old man's aura still makes people unable to resist.

It seems that as long as the old man stands there, motionless and silent, he is also the master of this land!

Even Mu Fusheng feels this way.

Divine Emperor Realm...

Nan Congyin immediately replied respectfully: "The Floating Life Picture has been found, but it has been taken away by others!"

Having said this, Nan Congyin repeated his slanderous words to the old man again.

After hearing this, the old man nodded and said: "The Floating Life Picture cannot fall into the hands of others, otherwise the mortal world will be completely destroyed."

Having said this, he looked at Nan Congyin and said, "Did this young man inflict your injuries?"

Nan Congyin looked embarrassed. Although he was embarrassed, he could only grit his teeth and nodded.

Immediately, the old man looked at Mu Fusheng, stretched out his withered hand like a rotten tree, and said slowly: "Young man, hand over the Fusheng Picture. This is also for the mortal world."

"For the mortal world?" Mu Fusheng frowned slightly and said, "Why should I believe you with just one mouth?"

"What's more, are you really doing this for the mortal world?"

Taking things by force and hiding them deeply, it really looks like a villain's approach.

The old man sighed and shook his head: "This matter cannot be discussed, but if you don't hand it over, then I will only be embarrassed and bully the junior once... After all, I don't have much time."

At this time, God Lord Haotian cupped his hands and said: "Senior, you are just a junior. With the reputation of supervising the temple, you will not take action against the junior, right?"

But the old man didn't even look at Divine Lord Haotian.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Mu Fusheng!

Mu Fusheng's expression changed drastically, and the talisman in his hand flashed and disappeared into a bolt of thunder!

God Lord Haotian, who was just about to take action to block Mu Fusheng's blow, also froze.

The place where Mu Fusheng was originally began to squeeze and twist!

"Oh? There are some tricks. Your talent is unparalleled even in ancient times. It's a pity that you were born in the wrong era..."

Mu Fusheng looked a little solemn as he watched the old man take action again.

I'm afraid it will take more than ten breaths before the master arrives.

But based on the opponent's strength...

Mu Fusheng thought to himself, and a talisman quietly appeared in his hand.

Do you really want to use this talisman?

The consequences of using the power of the soul to recover may not be possible, and with all the strength, he should be able to survive this gap period.

But……

Seeing the opponent reaching out his hand again, Mu Fusheng gritted his teeth and was about to throw out the talisman in his hand.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Also an old man.

The old man said: "Tianyang, have you gone too far?"

The master of Tianyang Palace was slightly startled, then stopped and said: "Sir?"

gentlemen?

Everyone looked over and looked a little surprised.

Nan Congyin and He Shangke also quickly handed over their hands.

The same is true for God Lord Haotian.

"Junior, see you sir."

If Lu Changsheng were here, he would be able to recognize him.

This person is the gentleman from Mortal Village!

But what God Lord Haotian didn't expect was that the Master of the Supervisory Temple, who was a powerful person in the God Emperor realm, would also call Mr. Mortal Village "Sir"?

The gentleman looked at the master of Tianyang Palace calmly and said: "Tianyang, your intention is good, but it is a little too extreme."

Tianyang said helplessly: "The mortal world can't wait any longer. The demonic realm is about to make a comeback. There is no other way."

Don't wait for the gentleman to speak.

Tianyang said again: "Sir, your strength has been able to survive for so long through the seal, and it cannot be easily unlocked, so you can't stop me now."

"Tianyang can only say sorry here. When the matter is over, I will apologize to you sir!"

After saying that, the master of Tianyang Palace looked at Mu Fusheng, his expression condensed, and he reached out to grab it again!

The gentleman's face darkened.

Mu Fusheng, Ye Qiubai and others' expressions relaxed for a while.

Just when this hand was about to fall on Mu Fusheng.

In the space in front of him, a man in white stepped out of the originally broken void. He waved his palm lightly and scattered the palm print!

"What's wrong, Mu Fusheng, have you and your senior brother gone bad? Are you starting to stir up trouble too?"