"It's out, it's really out...... You fools, this is the true body of the legendary Nuwa who mends the sky......"

Wu Yazi said as he bowed slightly to the light and shadow, with a solemn and respectful look on his face.

"How is it possible?Isn't Nuwa a legend among mortals?......

"Why can't the legend come true, could it be that what is left after this ban is the immortal artifact brought by Nuwa from the fairy world......

"Probably, probably, legends always distort some facts. But it is also possible that the ancient immortal cultivation realm has attracted a female immortal master who descended from the immortal realm to our realm. But it was misrepresented by those ordinary people as the legend of Nuwa mending the sky......"

When Lu Wantian and Dong Xueqing saw this female phantom, they didn't understand. Nine times out of ten, this conjured woman is the ancient monk that Sun Fengzhao saw on that ancient battlefield, otherwise how could a mere phantom be so similar to Sun Fengzhao's appearance and dress.

But the phantom of this female ancient cultivator also appeared here, which was much beyond Lu Wantian's expectations. Let him involuntarily think about the origin of this place and the ancient battlefield that Sun Fengzhao experienced.

If the two have nothing to do with each other, they can't explain what is in front of them. Regardless of the similarity between this place and the ancient battlefield experienced by Sun Fengzhao and the appearance of the same woman's phantom, it can't all be a coincidence.

"Let's work harder, and we can open this ban!"

Lu Wantian and Dong Xueqing, who were secretly thinking, were awakened by Wu Yazi's excited and excited voice. The woman's light and shadow had also been urged by the mana of the group cultivators, and slowly flew down towards the stone tablet.

Immediately, there was a "poof" sound, and as soon as the light and shadow touched the stone tablet erected below, it burst open by itself, and the five-colored spiritual light disappeared in a flash on the stone tablet.

The rune aura on the huge stone tablet began to disappear, and in the blink of an eye, it became unpretentious, and the aura without the slightest aura gradually dimmed there.

At this time, there was a sudden crackling sound, and many anti-star cards suddenly appeared from the void above the stone tablet, and one by one fell without any spirituality. The monks who had lost a lot of mana waved and hurriedly took their Reverse Star Card back into their hands. Even if it is a one-time consumption weapon, it is good to keep it for research and study how Wu Yazi is refined.

However, at this time, everyone didn't have time to check the imitation reverse star card in their hands, and they all turned their eyes to the back of the stone tablet.

When the stele became unpretentious, when it lost all spirituality, the same foggy space gradually dissipated, revealing two tall and heavy temple doors.

"See, finally see! I'm going to go in first, go in first, hahaha......"

Wu Yazi, who was floating in the air, saw this scene, a smile appeared on his face, and he immediately couldn't wait to take a few steps forward in the void, and gently flicked his sleeves at the temple door.

A golden glow swept out from Wu Yazi's breeze, hitting the two palace doors like a breeze, and the palace doors were also like paper paste, silently split into two, and opened inward.

Before everyone had time to take a closer look inside the door, they saw that Wu Yazi was about to rush in with a sudden shake. But when he rushed to a distance of dozens of feet in front of the temple gate, he was suddenly bounced back by a muffled sound of "dong", and the bullet fell back to its original place.

At the same time, Wu Yazi, who was already reflecting blood at the corner of his mouth, shouted solemnly: "Be careful, everyone!"

Everyone was stunned, and before they could understand what was going on, suddenly there was an earth-shattering loud noise from inside the temple gate, and then it seemed that countless fierce beasts made a loud coax at the same time, and a white wind blade rushed out from the seat inside, destroying everything that stood in its way. At the same time, there was also a thunderous sound from these colorless wind blades.

All the monks were shocked, and those who were weaker in cultivation shot backwards and flew away, retreating three feet. If the cultivation is high, either release a light shield to resist, or sacrifice a talisman magic weapon.

The white wind blade swept through the entire space outside the hall in one fell swoop. At the same time, Lu Wantian, who was covered with a flame-like fiery red light, glanced at it and saw that the entire hall had turned into a ruined appearance. The formation that Wu Yazi set up here was all shattered by the blow of this wind blade, and it was no longer formed. But the original pillars and other monks were unharmed.

As for Cao Jiayi and other Yuanying cultivators with slightly lower cultivation, although they also have magical powers that can resist this wind blade. But the magic weapon of the light mask on his body flashed in the dense wind blade, showing great difficulty.

In the blink of an eye, the roar in the temple gate stopped abruptly. The wind blade gradually stopped, disappearing and scattering.

In the midst of the chirp, the fog and prohibition in both airs closed on their own in the white light. The yellow mist and pillars of light that covered the entire sky suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Immediately, the gray sky was revealed, and the entire hall became silent.

"Why? Why ?......"

When Wu Yazi looked at the shattered array flags and stone chips, his hands were in the sky, and he howled out in the sky, suddenly, the heaven-shattering Dharma drum sounded in this hall.

Everyone was stunned, and in the sound of drums, thousands of people chanted Sanskrit chanting at the same time, and suddenly resounded throughout the space. The entire hall seemed to be enveloped in the sound of warp.

The sound of chanting is uniform, from weak to strong, and slowly, it seems that there is only this kind of sound between heaven and earth, and unlike noise, although the chanting sound is very loud. But it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, hearing the sound of this chanting, everyone only felt a sense of peace and tranquility in their hearts, and it also made everyone forget that there was any further action.

This feeling is not only owned by one person, but everyone in the hall closes their eyes and listens to this chanting in an instant. Some of them even have low cultivation and even have words in their mouths, with a baby-like smile on their faces, and a faint brilliance on their faces.

"Huh, what is this?"

After immersing himself in the sound of the scriptures for a while, Lu Wantian's heart suddenly moved, because the aura around him seemed to be stirring, and when he opened his eyes, Lu Wantian couldn't help but be a little stunned. Other people with higher cultivation, such as Wu Yazi, also came to their senses immediately.

But at this time, they noticed that above the giant pillars, a silver light flashed at some point, as if something had been cut in the air, and a crack appeared. And soon a thick white mist slowly floated out from this silver light crack. Although there are ventilation shafts around the hall and winds come from all sides, the fog can gather but not disperse.

Then, this crack of silver light slowly grew larger with those Sanskrit chanting, and with those white mist, and soon became a petal-like silver petal.

Immediately, the Sanskrit voices became more noble and intense, and the silver petals gradually extended and grew as if they were moistened, and soon developed a second, third, and fourth petals. The layers of lotus petals were soon added to four layers, and gradually formed a hexagonal lotus seat.

Everyone could already see that it was a lotus seat, ten zhang high above the slowly rotating silver lotus. Suddenly, a thunderbolt split the space and rushed out a strange golden ruler.

This foot is half a foot long, the style is simple, and after the golden ruler breaks through the spatial crack, it floats in the center of the silver lotus, exuding a faint aura. No, that aura is so peaceful, so calming, as if only the legendary Buddha light of the highest realm of the Buddha that can be produced when purifying sentient beings can be.

"That bald donkey from the Shaomuro Sect has come to my Wu Yazi's territory, sneakily come out quickly!"

Lu Wantian flew to the roaring Wu Yazi, gently pulled Wu Yazi, pointed to the golden ruler in the center of the silver lotus, and said, "It's not a bald donkey here, but a group of people!"

Wu Yazi followed Lu Wantian's point, and looked at the golden ruler in the center of the silver lotus Every time he turned around, countless pale silver lotus flowers suddenly appeared nearby, which seemed to be real and fake, slowly fluttering. In each of these lotus flowers, one or more monks wearing snow-white robes sit on each flower.

These monks, who also seemed to be real and illusory, clasped their hands together, sat in the silver lotus that seemed to be real and illusory, all of them closed their eyes and held prayer beads, chanting in a low and powerful Sanskrit chanting, and slowly fell down with those silver lotuses, and landed in front of the stone tablet that was restored to its original state. And those silver lotuses that seemed to be real and illusory, after they landed on the ground with these monks, they all collapsed and disappeared.

After a while, in front of the messy space, there were monks chanting. But the cultivation of these monks is not high, most of them are cultivated in the Qi refining period, and there are few great monks who build a foundation and form a Dan. In the sky above this stone stele, more and thicker white mist appeared, gathering but not dispersing, always staying on the top of the head of the monk all over the ground, and gradually connecting with the mist behind the stone tablet to form a whole.

If that's all, that's it. It's just an ordinary treasure that tears through the space, and the teleporter arrives here. Naturally, there is nothing unusual about it, and it will not attract the attention and shock of so many monks. The key is that the golden ruler is turning faster and faster, and eight spirit beasts of different sizes appear around it, looming. Looking up at this ruler to make a clear sound, as if worshipping this ruler.

"Unicorns, unicorn beasts, golden scale Jiao......" Cao Jiayi, Lai Changhong and other knowledgeable monks recognized them for a while, and when they gently whispered the names of these ancient spirit beasts, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

These spirit shadows are not the famous demon beasts of ancient times!

"Jin Lingqi! I didn't expect that the only Heavenly Spirit Treasure that the three elders of the Buddhist Sect jointly refined three thousand years ago didn't bring it to the Immortal Realm with their ascension!" Cao Jiayi hadn't reacted yet, and Lai Changhong on the side muttered in surprise first, and then looked panicked again, as if the appearance of this group of Buddhist monks was beyond his expectations. He also began to look around looking for someone.

"Jin Lingqi!" Cao Jiayi, who didn't care about Lai Changhong's strange behavior, was moved when she heard Lai Changhong say the name of this treasure. Needless to say, in fact, all the monks in the hall were surprised at this time, why did the figures and spiritual treasures of the Buddha Sect suddenly appear here?