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The old monk stretched out his hand and made a block shape.

The prodigal laughed as soon as he opened his mouth, with merciless mockery and disdain, "Don't tell me who you are, and don't tell me which lackey you are, if you can stop me, even if you can't stop me, just give way." ”

The old monk was well-cultivated, and he didn't show anger, just shook his head and sighed.

The prodigal man smiled disappreciatively, took a step forward, and then reached out and slapped the old monk on the shoulder.

The old monk's face is solemn, the whole body instantly shows a dull gold, the whole person behind him is a three-sided thousand-handed Guanyin with a height of ten zhang, one side of the low eyebrows and compassion, one side of the flower smile, one side is calm without waves, thousands of hands and thousands of arms move together, forming a mudra, golden light, weaving a golden curtain from all directions.

But the next moment, the prodigal son had already passed through this glorious golden curtain, patted the old monk's shoulder lightly, and his figure crossed the old monk and went straight to the temple gate.

The old monk's face suddenly turned gray, not only the golden light around his body dissipated, but also could no longer maintain the appearance of the thousand-armed Guanyin behind him, the law phase was first shaken illusory, and then disappeared.

The old monk folded his hands and stood silent, his whole person was like a statue.

Jiming Temple is still a guest coming and going, but everyone is blind to the scene just now.

After the prodigal son entered the temple gate, he walked around until he came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

At this time, the hall was empty, and there were no pilgrims, only an old man in black with white hair and a shawl standing with his hands in his hands.

The swinger stopped and smiled, "You're really here, it seems that I guessed correctly." ”

The old man in black snorted.

The prodigal man sighed: "I really haven't seen you for many years, and you didn't go to the last battle on Biyou Island, but it's a big pity." ”

"What is there to regret?" the old man smiled lightly, "Do you want to see Gongsun Zhongmou die in battle, or do you want to see you flee in embarrassment?"

The prodigal man laughed, "It's also appropriate to flee in embarrassment, but it also depends on whose hands you escaped from, the two biggest gods in the world couldn't keep me, isn't that enough to be proud of?"

The old man slowly turned around and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly, you don't have to beat around the bush." ”

The handsome man in brocade clothes laughed softly: "Actually, it's very simple, I'm tired of staying in the bitter cold north of the icy and snowy north, and I want to change places to enjoy the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, the three ladies in Jiangdu City, two of them have a lot to do with your old master, I will say hello to you in advance, so as not to say that I bully orphans and widows in the future." ”

The old man looked at the young man fixedly and asked, "Aren't you afraid of repeating the mistakes of the past?"

"Repeat the mistakes of the past?" the young man seemed to hear some joke and sneered, "Last time, Zhang Xueyao moved in his own man, Gongsun Zhongmou, and Brother Zhongmou has the immortal sword and immortal in hand, so I should retreat." This time, Gongsun Zhongmou is dead, his heirs are not yet in the climate, and Autumn Leaves has also been greatly injured by the battle of Biyou Island, unless they can ask Yan Beiyue to finish, who can stop me?!"

Who can stop me?

The old man was Mr. Ping'an, Zhang Baisui, and he was silent in the face of such words. It is really the realm of the great Bodhisattva in front of him who has cultivated to the highest level in the world, and even Wanyan Beiyue, who is bent on putting him to death, is helpless, and he is still inferior to Wanyan Beiyue, and he is not this person's opponent.

On the world's masters, the head of the Taoist sect Qiuye rode the dust, standing at the top of the world, the next two people are between the Bozhong, only half a line away from the autumn leaves, respectively, the founding lord of the Later Founding Dynasty Wanyan Beiyue and the Xuanjiao Sect Leader Murong Xuanyin, and it is precisely because of the discord between the two that the Houjian Imperial Court and the Houjian Xuanjiao are fighting endlessly, just like the undercurrent of the Great Qi Imperial Court and the Daomen.

These three people and the rest of the earth immortal masters have a clear distinction in the realm of cultivation, and they could have been counted as Gongsun Zhongmou, not that Gongsun Zhongmou's realm cultivation has reached the top of the world, but because Gongsun Zhongmou, who is holding Zhu Xian, cannot be regarded as common sense, except for Autumn Leaves, no one dares to say that he has the certainty of victory for Gongsun Zhongmou.

It's a pity that Gongsun Zhongmou has died at the hands of Autumn Leaves, but Autumn Leaves is not easy to win, and in the end, the Demon Cone made him lose ten years of cultivation, although Autumn Leaves is still the first person in the world even if he loses ten years of cultivation, but it hinders his successful ascension to the avenue, so he has to make up for his cultivation as soon as possible, and he will not easily go down the mountain in a short time.

Zhang Baisui's face was solemn, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Murong Xuanyin, you might as well give it a try." ”

The young man waved his big sleeves, revealing his true face, a little cinnabar red between his eyebrows, as if he had vertical eyes, his black hair hung down to his waist like a waterfall, his eyes were like cold stars, his face was like a crown of jade, his white clothes were like snow, and the whole person was full of three points of heroism, three points of demonization, three points of charm, and a point of awe-inspiring killing intent.

It is Murong Xuanyin, who was called by Gongsun Zhongmou as a male and female appearance of Guanyin.

Murong Xuanyin took a step forward.

A circle of qi ripples centered on Murong Xuanyin's foothold, spreading out in all directions.

There was a strong wind in the temple.

The three golden statues of the three Buddhas in the main hall are shaking!

Zhang's hundred-year-old black robe hunted.

Murong Xuanyin said softly: "Zhang Baisui, you just provoked the Daomen in Jiangdu, and now you want to provoke me? ”

Zhang Baisui was indifferent, and the qi of his body instantly climbed to the peak, and his left hand and right hand manifested the two phases of dragon and tiger respectively.

The dragon roared in the hall for a while.

Murong Xuanyin laughed loudly, the laughter shook the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall endlessly, and the dust fell, after he restrained his laughter, Sen Ran said: "Zhang Baisui, call you Zhang Changsheng, you really think you are an immortal immortal?" I still say that, don't tell me that you are an earth immortal, how many minions are under your hands, how many means are the masters behind you, if you can't talk about it, you can do it, and whoever wins is qualified to speak." ”

Zhang Baisui's face was gloomy, he was not afraid of fighting with Murong Xuanyin, but as Murong Xuanyin said, he had already provoked the Daomen, if he provoked another Murong Xuanyin at this juncture, even if he had the ability to reach the sky, he would also sink in the south of the Yangtze River. The things that His Majesty explained are the top priority, since he can't scare Murong Xuanyin, why don't you just let him toss it? After all, those three women are not soft persimmons, and Murong Xuanyin may not be able to shake the three of them with his own strength.

Zhang Baisui sighed lightly, slowly dispersed the dragon and tiger on his hands, and said: "What you say, I will play Your Majesty, as for whether you can gain a foothold in Jiangnan, it depends on your means." ”

Seeing that Zhang Baisui was relieved, Murong Xuanyin's expression returned to a cynical and playful expression again, and he proposed: "I heard that the noodles in Jiming Temple are good, why don't I invite you to eat a bowl?"

Zhang Baisui said flatly: "Most of the Jiang have to change a bowl of somen noodles, it's too expensive, and the old man can't afford it." ”

Murong Xuanyin lowered his head and rubbed his lower abdomen, and said softly: "I've been hungry for a long time, and my appetite is naturally big, Hugh said that it is a Jiangdu, it is a Jiangnan, and I can eat it." ”

Zhang Baisui didn't say a word about this, turned around and left the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

The strange thing is that just now the two of them were facing each other in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and under the shock of the qi, even the three Buddha statues that weighed a thousand pounds had to shake endlessly, but there was no abnormality outside, and the monks in the temple still did not notice it.

In the hall of the Great Hero, Murong Xuanyin stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the Buddha.

After a short time, a woman walked in, dressed in white and white shoes, wearing a white light gauze cloak, wearing a hood that was integrated with the cloak, covering her forehead, and her face was covered with a light veil, revealing only a pair of bright black eyes.

The woman walked to the three feet behind Murong Xuanyin in small steps, bowed her head respectfully, and said softly, "Master." ”

Murong Xuanyin still looked at the statue of the Third Buddha steadily, and asked without looking back, "How are you preparing?"

"Foolproof. The woman replied with her eyes lowered.

"It's not as mixed here as the north. Murong Xuanyin's gaze finally moved away from the Buddha statue, and he said slowly: "Back then, I trained a total of twelve of your sisters and set up twelve palace sects in various places. Last time I entered Jiangdu, I brought six people, and in the end, all six of them were lost in Jiangdu City, you have the highest achievement among the twelve, and I don't want you to repeat the mistakes of the six of them. ”

The woman's expression suddenly became solemn, and she respectfully agreed.

Murong Xuanyin waved his hand.

The woman slowly withdrew backwards from the Daxiong Treasure Hall.