Chapter 931: Big cleaning (8)

View of Qinglian.
Dao Dao Qing Guang descended from the sky, with Qing Lian stretching in the light, overflowing with aura, and penetrating through the void.
Numerous long, short, large and small rectangular runes looming in the aura, looming in the aura, like the road pattern naturally generated by the heavens and the earth, protecting the entire view of Qinglian.
There are hundreds of thousands of Taoists wearing water and fire robes, holding long swords, and arranging mad attacks on the mountain guards of Qinglian Temple.
These Taoists are all disciples of the Qinglian Temple of Water and Fire. They practice the thunder of water and fire, which is a combination of yin and yang, and water and fire, generating thunder, unpredictable and powerful.
In particular, the innate flying sword, which was tempered by Yuan Lei, an innate water, fire and vitality, is extinct in flight. The sound of thunder is like a thunder, and it is the highest means to reduce demons and kill enemies.
Hundreds of thousands of Taoists in the Water and Fire Palace joined forces, even the four enemies of the demon, the demon, the ghost, and the strange in the heyday, dare to run into it.
This fire and fire array driven by the Taoist people in the Water and Fire Temple even once shook a ghost for several days and nights outside the asylum circle of the Great Fire Passage, and eventually retreated.
From this, we can see the power of this large array.
Only at this moment, hundreds of thousands of Swords of Water and Fire were turned into thunder, and they hit the Mountain Guardian Team of Qinglian View frantically, and saw a handle sword that exploded in the air and shattered. None of the lotuses could be cut off.
A group of core high-rise members of the Qinglian Temple stood on the roof of a large hall, and looked ugly at the hundreds of thousands of exhausted people in the water and fire hall.
"Lei Mingdian, take over!" A commanding elder of Qing Lianguan sighed angrily.
Hundreds of thousands of Taoists in the Water and Fire Temple fell pantingly from the air, and a cloud rose in the distance. It is also the hundreds of thousands of Taoists wearing purple and silver Thunder robes holding flashing long swords and heading towards the mountain guard above them. Onslaught.
For several months, Qinglian Guan encountered the general troubles of Honglian Temple.
Hundreds of thousands of ancestors did not know where they were going, and the mountain guarding team seemed like a madman, trapping all Qinglian Taoist people in the mountain gate.
The host and elders of Qinglianguan immediately made the decision and let the disciples of disciples form a crazy attack on the mountain guard, striving to break through the barrier and seek the truth behind the scenes.
But this large array is really sturdy enough to make people desperate. Every pattern, every restraint, every ambush is familiar and clear, but they just take this natural mountain guardian. There is no way out.
"Who is this, are you kidding us about Qinglian Guan?" An elder Ephraim murmured with a somber expression on his face.
"This is not a joke, but it's a bit like we want to smash our door." A law elder said with a cold face, and said vulgarly, "No one can escape when the door is closed ... It is so big that it is not Know what they are waiting for. "
Outside the gate of Qinglianguan Mountain, under the torii, the drunkard Buddha of this generation of Qinglianguan leaned lazily on the torii pillars, with two long legs spread out lazily, holding a wine gourd in his left hand, and mouthed comfortably. Filled with wine.
Occasionally, he would look up at the mountain guards above his head.
Occasionally, he would glance at the group of fellow teachers and brothers in the distant hall.
It was just that his eyes were peaceful and there were no ripples at all, as if everything outside the world had changed, he couldn't startle his mind.
The strong alcohol is scattered, and the disciples of Qinglianguan who are walking near and far, if passing by near, will respectfully respect the drunk Buddha and pray for the first salute, and then when he does not exist, what should be done, no one What would you ask the ancestor of this ridiculously old ancestor?
In fact, the elders and elders of Qinglian Guan know that this drunk Buddha believes nothing.
The mountain guard, the mountain guard, he is a sharp sword guarding the mountain gate of Qinglianguan Town. If he does not provoke him, he will be harmless to humans and animals. If he provokes him, think of the faceless Buddha before. He stunned and turned, and then was attacked and lost his body.
Someone has commented privately-the mountain guardian of Qinglian Guan is drunk, and it is called the first of the Three Gods!
This so-called Three Gods Sects first naturally counts those self-sealed veterans.
Hundreds of thousands of self-closed old antiques are included, so many amazing geniuses of the Three Gods are counted, and the cultivation of the drunk Buddha is the first!
Blinking his eyes, the drunk Buddha said secretly to raise the little finger of his right hand.
‘嗤’.
A cyan sword light that was extremely bright, ten thousand times brighter than lightning, was only the thickness of leeks, one foot in length, and pierced the sky with a sharp, subtle air.
Jianguang flickered, splitting heavily on the mountain guard of Qinglian Guan.
There was a faint ripple on the mountain guard, and then the sword energy disappeared.
The drunk Buddha said he stayed, then sighed and shook his head. Hundreds of thousands of Taoist formations in the Water and Fire Hall and Thunder Hall could not shake the slightest array, but he was slightly shaken by a sword light at his disposal, which shows the strength of the sword light.
"However, the people who changed the Qinglian conception are even more terrible." The drunk Buddha murmured to himself: "The king of God ... that is, high-level shot."
Squinting his eyes, the drunk Buddha said with a grin: "But what about me?"
"You guys are leeks ... just wait for the sickle to cut."
"They are ready to cut the chives, none of you can escape."
The drunk Buddha vomited a strong sip of wine, and on the face that had been indifferent, a strange and complicated expression flashed away.
Hatred, tangle, fear, thought ...
Several innocent and cute little dads with arms around their heads ran out of the gate of Qinglian Guan carefully, carrying a few big gourds panting, ran to the drunk Buddha, and placed the gourds Around him.
"Old ancestors, what is going on with our mountain guard?" A little boy with a flushed face asked the drunk Buddha carefully.
"Listen to other young ancestors, we are, are we trapped by strong enemies?" A young boy born in pink and white and tenderly asked the drunk Buddha.
The drunk Buddha is silent.
Another pretty girl child born Yuxue was pretty and pretty pretty girl child shook her fist vigorously: "But our Qinglian concept is so strong that no enemy is afraid, right? Old ancestor?"
The drunk Buddha Taoist glanced at the little girl and patted her gently on the buttocks, and drank softly: "You have eaten a few bowls of white rice, what do you know? The frog at the bottom of the well, I do n’t know the height of the sky, the concept of Qinglian is strong? Humph!"
"Go, go, go, don't delay drinking on the old road ..." The drunk Buddha Taoist seemed to catch the chicken and drove away several young boys.
Looking at the back of a few young boys who ran away, the drunk Buddha said a little smile, then the smile suddenly stagnated.
Qinglian view is strong?
fart!
If it weren't for the dynasty's spitfire, if you came to the three or five demon monsters, you could slaughter Qinglian.
If placed on
The face of the drunk Buddha twitched violently. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the sky. His realization seemed to penetrate the thick atmosphere of the mainland, and has penetrated the extremely high sky and the entire sky. The Infinite Void of the Continent, penetrates the 'God's Original Membrane' outside the dark Infinite Void, and penetrates the infinite and magnificent world outside ...
He seemed to see the vast expanse, inlaid together like countless soap bubbles ...
Divine World!
"My home ..." The drunk Buddha said a bite of old wine into the trachea, and he coughed violently, and his tears burst out.
"long time……"
The drunk Buddha murmured to himself: "Fright, punishment of reincarnation, haha, haha!"
Hundreds of thousands of people in the Thunder Palace attacked, and the still-moving Qinglian Temple's guarding the mountain array was around the drunk Buddha Taoist people, and the large array quietly cracked a gap, wearing black battle armor, full body Pei Feng, wrapped in a faint layer of black magic flame, pressed his sword in his right hand and walked in lightly.
Behind Pei Feng, a fur-blooded robe was fiery like a burning plasma, and the eyes of Gu Pan were fierce, and the eyes were solid like essence, which could be transformed into the blood prison of all beings at any time, and it drifted silently. Come in.
The drunk Buddha awakened suddenly, his body flickered, he dropped the gourd in his hand, and emerged out of thin air in front of Pei Feng and Blood Prison.
With three handles blue and blue, a flying sword more than one foot in length was suspended in front of the drunk Buddha Taoist man, the sword awns fluctuated, and the wisps of swords turned into sharp road patterns visible to the naked eye, spreading quickly around.
Suddenly, the surrounding area was 100 square meters, covered with a ray of sword-like patterns.
The sword pattern resembles a crystal glazed glass, turning it into a crystal glazed glass cover, which completely surrounds the Baizhang void.
The body of the drunk Buddha and Taoist was also filled with infinite swordsmanship. His body became translucent. Only one sword and light flowed in the body. Numerous swordsmen were intertwined and coagulated between his chest and abdomen. The size of a human head is between the real and the real.
The faceless Buddha of Honglian Temple was suddenly and thoroughly after Dache Dawu and the killing of King Heifeng, and his state of mind quickly rose, which condensed a semi-finished semi-finished Buddha seal.
For such scenes as the drunk Buddha, he should have condensed this sword mark many years ago.
Just like the faceless Buddha, some of the spirits of the drunk Buddha and Taoist people are hindered by the laws of this world and cannot be completely integrated, so this sword seal is only half empty and half empty. Condensed.
"Mrs. Pei Feng ... the King of Blood Prison!" The drunk Buddha Taoist spit a few feet of Jianguang, and his voice became extremely sharp and stern: "The two uninvited guests ... this mountain guard, is King Wu's handwriting? "
Pei Feng applauded gently, gazing at the drunk Buddha and chuckling, "It's really smart, yes, this mountain guard is our means of witch iron."
Blood prison was behind Pei Feng, and he whistled softly.
The drunk Buddha Taoist wrinkled with holes and eyes, and the robes with traces of wine everywhere floated gently. He looked at Pei Feng and said calmly, "Are you going to destroy my veins?"
Pei Feng smiled at the drunk Buddha and said, "What Witch Iron thinks, I don't care ... my mission is for you."
The drunk Buddha Taoist was silent for a while: "Lao Dao, just an old drunkard who doesn't care about the world. Pei Fengniang has a distinguished status. Lao Dao I ..."
"Humble, too humble ... hehe!"
The sly laughter was like a snotty greasy snot that burped into the ears of drunken Buddhists.
The drunk Buddha's body twitched and frowned, "Who?"
The misty smile, wearing a crimson official uniform of the former chief executive, walked in charmingly. He first gave a charming gift to Pei Feng charmingly, and then bowed carefully to the prison full of murder.
Then he straightened up, his charming smile disappeared, and the majesty and sacredness of his face suddenly appeared.
"Hmm ... do you remember that name?"
On the mist, an extremely noble blood pressure spread faintly.
The drunk Buddha Taoist condensed like a substantial sword-like shock, and almost collapsed out of thin air. He looked at the fog in horror, and his body took a few steps backwards, and a subconscious bend in his waist would bow to the fog.
But soon, the waist just bent down less than ten degrees, the drunken Buddha Taoist straightened his waist very slowly.
The loose sword condensed, the sword light in the eyes became more and more fierce, and the breath was like a thousand miles of icebergs. Drunk Buddhas stared at the fog, saying word by word: "Conspiracy Protoss ... Blood of God King."
The foggy face growled angrily and whispered, "Wisdom Protoss! Damn thing!"
The drunk Buddha and Taoist stared at the fog: "The blood of the king, how can it be the cultivation of the median god, hehe, with the strength of the old way now half a step, the king can be cut with one sword ... kneeling, otherwise ... ... "
Suddenly the misty legs softened, and they almost fell to the ground.
In fact, he is not good at head-to-head confrontation. The sharp sword of the drunk Buddha Taoist has soaked his body. Facing the determined drunk Buddha Taoist, the fog has no confidence at all.
A drunk Buddha can really kill him with a sword.
What's more, the information easily found out by the mist tells him that this drunk Buddha is really not afraid of beating him with a sword.
As a result, the fog quickly shrank behind Pei Feng, and said carefully: "His Majesty Pei Feng, this is a cricket, the high of the ice spirit protoss, who believes in the ice goddess of the ice spirit glacial gods ..."
A dry cough, and the fog whispered softly: "Although before the large-scale reincarnation erosion plan, about 300,000 years ago, because he rejected the courtship of a high-ranking goddess, he also hurt his sword ... Indescribable ... the descendant of the King of God punished her ... reincarnation, and all are men. "
The body snored, and the fog murmured: "The memory of the soul, the sense of emotion are all women, but the body is a man ... oh, what a terrible experience!"
Shaking his head, the fog whispered softly: "Especially importantly, your lover, her true lover, was completely wiped out by the descendant of the queen ... He will punish her, as a man, forever, miss her lover, but only Can immerse in endless despair and regret. "
The three flying swords suspended in front of the drunk Buddha Taoist trembled violently, and they continued to emit extremely high-pitched and sharp sword sounds.
His face became dark and black, hissing and roaring towards the fog exhausted: "Report your name, no matter which conspiracy protoss you are, I must kill you!"
Pei Feng shook his head: "Drunken Buddha, no, alas, do you want to restore the body of a woman? Want ... revenge?"