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It seems that the suppression of the ten or so masters has loosened a lot.

"A monk from Lingshan?"

"Buddha is also here to meddle in business?"

A group of masters stared blankly at the young monk who put his palms together and walked forward slowly.

This monk was wearing a moon-white robe, folded his hands together, and held a string of bright and round Buddhist beads in his palm.

"Xuanzang, a little monk, was a disciple of Fumo Temple in Tianxuan World before he entered the Great Sun Tathagata's seat to listen to scriptures."

Xuanzang, a disciple of Fumo Temple!

Taoist Ziyun stared wide-eyed, looking at the young disciple surrounded by Buddha's light in front of him.

The best of the young generation back then, today, has grown to this point...

The prosperity of the Buddha's light is the emperor's realm, and it is not far away.

Xuanzang clasped his hands together, bowed to Taoist Ziyun, then raised his head and said, "Master Ziyun is my senior in Tianxuan World, I am not talented as a young monk, I would like to fight for my senior."

As soon as his words fell, the faint Buddha light on his body condensed into a golden body of a hundred-foot-tall Buddha with closed eyes.

"Hehe, I've always heard that the Great Sun Tathagata of Buddhism is a rare power in the world, and his cultivation level is only below that of the Taoist ancestor Tianzun of the Taixuan Immortal Palace. Today, I met a Buddha cultivator and just learned it." The long-eared alien Tianjiao stepped forward in one step.

"It's said that Buddhist cultivators don't like fighting very much, monk, can you do it?" Tianjiao, a long-eared foreign race, smiled, and two dark red long knives appeared in his hands.

"Well, there are not many people who like to fight under the Great Sun Tathagata." Xuanzang slowly raised his head, his clasped hands turned into fists, and the rosary beads in his palms gathered on the front of the fist.

The golden body behind him opened his eyes that were originally closed, and the blood-red eyes were full of endless evil spirit.

A golden armor emerged, and a huge demon-subduing pestle was suspended in the air.

"It's just the poor monk who cultivated it, it's King Ming!"

Xuanzang's originally peaceful face turned ferocious, and he threw out his raised fists.

"Ming Wang,

Zhenshi—"

"boom--"

With one punch, the bondage between heaven and earth was directly broken, and Baizhang's golden body held the Demon Subduing Pestle and smashed it on the head of the long-eared Tianjiao.

With this punch, not only the long-eared Tianjiao in front of the boxing face changed, but also the surrounding masters were shocked.

"No way!" Someone yelled.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

The edge of the fist had already fallen, and Tianjiao of the Long-eared Clan gathered spiritual light all over his body, turning his body into a ball of light ten feet long, spinning around, and hitting the shadow of the fist.

"Boom—"

With one punch, the ten-foot beam of light shattered.

Above the head, the Demon Subduing Pestle in Baizhang Jinshen's hand fell directly, hitting Tianjiao of the Chang-eared Clan on the head.

"Snapped--"

The spiritual light splashed, and the beam of light rose.

A celestial arrogance who was at the peak of the sixth level of Taoism fell with one punch!

This scene stunned everyone around.

"Hiss—Buddha, when did you have such a violent fist?" Someone outside the battlefield of hundreds of clans asked in surprise.

"Da Ri Tathagata has not left the Lingshan Great Realm for hundreds of thousands of years, and Buddhist practitioners have rarely entered the practice world. I don't want this to appear, so tyrannical..." Someone shook his head and whispered.

Da Ri Tathagata was second only to the existence of Tianzun, the head teacher of Taixuan Immortal Palace.

Killing the Taoist Lord with a single punch, the golden body behind Xuanzang turned into an invisible golden armor and fell on him, and the demon pestle hung in the void without moving.

"When I left Tianxuan back then, the little celestial master once said, I would rather think of Tianxuan's twisting of soil than his domain of ten thousand taels of gold."

Xuanzang clasped his hands together, his brows and eyes were full of pain.

"I practiced hard under the seat of Da Ri Tathagata, and every day I thought about returning to Tianxuan, bringing Mahayana Buddhism back to Fumo Temple, and getting rid of the suffering of Fumo Temple's suppression of evil spirits."

"But when I came back, what I saw—"

The expression on his face turned into a ferocious one who chose someone to devour, and the Buddha's light on his body also vibrated extremely quickly.

"Fu Mo Temple, there are only ruins left!"

"It's you!"

"It's all you demons!"

The clear Buddha light on Xuanzang's body exploded, and a burst of dark devilish energy rose into the sky.

The richness of this devilish energy is actually stronger than the devilishness on the surrounding demon cultivators in the Emperor Realm!

"From today onwards, I, Xuanzang, will use the Buddha to enter the demons, and use the demons to kill the demons. If the demons are not exhausted, I swear that I will not become a Buddha!"

Every time Xuanzang said a word, the devilish energy on his body became stronger.

When his voice of "swearing not to become a Buddha" fell, behind him, a huge black figure of Buddha with angry eyes appeared.

The Buddha raised his hand, took Xuanzang in front of him with his huge palm, and protected it in his palm.

Xuanzang's eyes fell on a demon cultivator at the emperor level, and he said in a low voice: "Sinister, hurry up and die!"

As he shouted, the eyes of the demonic genius turned red instantly, and he took a step forward involuntarily.

"Buddha's voice takes the demon soul!" Someone outside the battlefield of hundreds of clans exclaimed.

A Demon Cultivator at the Monarch Realm was actually yelled at, and his soul was aroused.

This kind of weird thing made those Tianjiao all look horrified.

"Mo Shen, wake up!"

An emperor, Tianjiao, shouted loudly.

The Demon Cultivator Tianjiao who stepped out of the figure was shocked, and there was a trace of clarity in his eyes.

"Ming Wang Zhenshi—"

Xuanzang punched out without hesitation.

The Emperor Realm Moxiu named Mo Shen stretched out his figure, stepped back again and again, then raised his arm, turned into a giant palm of hundreds of feet, and went up to him.

"boom--"

The sky and the earth trembled, and the aura and magic light intertwined, shining like fireworks.

"Suppressing demons—"

Xuanzang shouted, and his body went straight to the central palace.

"Hmph!" Mo Shen, who came back to his senses, let out a cold snort, and flew up with a gloomy face.

The two men collided.

"boom--"

...

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged hundreds of moves.

In the sky at this time, Bai Ke and Lu Wensheng, two sword cultivators, were fighting against each other, while Zi He was fighting alone against a genius.

Xuan Zang and Mo Shen are both soaring with magic, and the aroused magic light illuminates the sky.

This battle attracted the attention of all the masters around.

One after another divine consciousness and streamer are intertwined and circulate continuously.

"Everyone, make a quick decision." A Tianjiao frowned and took a step forward.

A long night with many dreams, the pride of a hundred clans, may not all be of the same mind.

The others nodded, and their eyes fell on Taoist Ziyun below.

"Brother Daoist, I will blew myself up later to draw their attention, you, run away if you can..." Wang Zishen took a step forward and whispered beside Taoist Ziyun.

Self-destruct.

Taoist Ziyun shook his head and looked up at the sky, where the battle group was fierce.

"Tell me, will there be experts from Tianshi Palace coming to rescue?"

rescue?

Master of Tianshi Palace?

Tianshi Palace, are there any masters?

Wang Zishen opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Your old man thinks highly of Tianshi Palace too much. With so many masters, you can already sweep a domain.

How could there be other masters?

Taoist Ziyun raised his head, and his eyes met those of the alien arrogance.

"Ziyun is here in Tianshi Palace, who is going to take the poor man's life?"

After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Hmph, looking for death!"

A Daoist six-fold Tianjiao snorted coldly and raised his hand to take a picture.

"boom--"

The power of the palm of the hand came out, and in the sky, a giant talisman of a hundred feet blocked the sky.

"Qian Muyun, a disciple of Tianshi Palace, came late for rescue, please forgive me——"

"Wan Youyou, a disciple of Tianshi Palace, is late, please forgive me——"

"Chen Boli, a disciple of Tianshi Palace, is late, please forgive me——"

...

Eight figures came through the sky, and the thunder, talisman, and starlight directly tore up the blockade of the previous emperors and Tianjiao on the heaven and earth.

The thirteen celestial masters of the Tianshi Palace, here, gather eleven.

Wang Zishen stared wide-eyed at the disciples of Tianshi Palace who occupied a small part of the sky.

This Tianshi Palace is actually so strong?

The eight disciples of the Celestial Master kept moving and ran straight into those Tianjiao.

In the sky, eight or emperors or six-fold arrogances of Taoists flew out and greeted them.

The masters have their own pride, each finds an opponent and flies into the sky.

In just a few breaths, in the sky, there are only three emperors standing there.

The three of them looked at each other, and they all flew down.

"boom--"

An army formation stepped in and turned into a black phantom shield covering Ziyun.

"My patriarch of Tianshi Palace, are you guys going to kill me if you want?"

A demon cultivator in a black robe stepped forward, surrounded by magic light, and a dark rune flew out, resisting a master of the emperor realm.

"Junior Sister Ziyi!"

Ziyun exclaimed.

The devilish figure in front of him is the little junior sister who was suppressed by him in the Demon Suppressing Tower!

"There is no Ziyi in the world, only the devil, Ziling!" The figure in the sky shouted, and the black talisman culture in the palm of his hand was called a leaf armor, and flew out.

The other two Tianjiao kept their figures, one flickered and landed in front of Ziyun.

"warehouse--"

There was a faint sword cry.

The faces of the two masters of the Monarch Realm changed, and they quickly retreated.

Where they stood, a long sword emerged.

With one hand, grabbing the hilt of the sword, he jumped out of the void.

"Zi Xiao!"

Taoist Ziyun exclaimed.

"Ziyun, I'll take what you owe me." Zixiao glanced at Ziyi in the distance, and then his gaze fell on the two Emperor Tianjiao on the opposite side.

"Floating clouds in the sky, scattered—"

Zi Xiao's figure turned into two, and the two Taoists in purple robes and holding long swords shot at the same time.

"warehouse--"

The surrounding void was instantly blasted by the sword energy, creating endless dark cracks.

"boom--"

A sword stabbed out, and the emperor on the opposite side retreated sharply.

Sword cultivators are always the sharpest.

Taoist Ziyun stood there with a dazed face.

"Brother Dao, is this great man also a member of Tianshi Palace?" Wang Zishen approached and asked in a low voice.

This master of swordsmanship who fights against two emperors alone seems to have a bad relationship with Taoist Ziyun...

Ziyun looked complicated, nodded and sighed softly.

In the surrounding sky, countless streamers flashed there.

No one stepped forward.

But once the winner is decided here, I believe that those arrogances who are waiting for the opportunity will rush over like wolves.

Here, the loser is afraid that he will be eaten without a single bone left!

Thousands of miles away, Yuan Siyuan, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a long sword, stood in the void.

He had his hands behind his back, as if the roaring sounds behind him had nothing to do with him.

"Are you waiting for me?"

In front, a voice sounded.

The tall son of the Limo clan stepped through the void with one foot and came a hundred feet away in front of him.

"With those jumping clowns, dare to besiege and kill my patriarch Ziyun of Tianshi Palace?" Yuan Siyuan raised his head, with sword energy floating like a cloud.

"That's right!" The Holy Son of the Limo Clan on the opposite side showed a smile on his face, looking at Yuan Siyuan, his body was full of fighting spirit.

"They are just bait, and you are the one who catches the fish!"

"boom--"

The aura of the holy son of the Limo clan exploded in an instant, turning into a bronze giant with a thousand feet.

"Bait?" Yuan Siyuan shook his head, and gently held out the long sword in his hand.

"Who knows who's the bait..."

"warehouse--"

In an instant, the emptiness of a hundred thousand miles was illuminated by this sword!