Chapter 928: Who is it!

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"Seal this demon!"
However, Master Chen Chen turned into a golden awn and flew towards the cracked place of the town ’s magic tower. He wanted to use a body to repair this crack, and the other four monks, at this time, could not care about themselves. All flew past.
Zimo Qingfeng, there are other cultivators, and the land immortals of the Wanxian League. In the final analysis, they are just outsiders. It is naturally impossible to close the gap with their lives at this time.
"Master Chen! Can't stop it! You come back first! He will make other plans in the future!" Qingfeng shouted.
"I don't go to ... who goes to hell!" But Master Chen Chen sat cross-legged, his hands continually bound up with the Buddha's seal. Suddenly, he saw Dao Jinmang rushing out of his shoulders, he was going to sit on his own.
The so-called self-seating does not mean that the monk's life is going to bed, but that it is like the immortal warrior who understands himself and releases the last most powerful primal spirit power.
"Senior Senior Chen!" Many disciples in the distance also shouted in exclamation. The demon under this town demon tower could no longer be suppressed. They were reluctant to watch Master Chen Chen die here in vain.
"Xu Gu! Take everyone, leave here, and immediately go down the mountain!" Master Xuan Daji also sat down cross-legged and shouted to the distant valley.
The three monks Xuantong, Xuangui and Xuanle also sat down cross-legged, and all five of them actually planned to sit on their own and vowed to seal this demon.
"Master ..." Xu Gu's expression was startled, and he immediately said to the monk next to him, "Master! You take the people away first!"
"What about you, Brother?"
"I ... I want to stay, Master, their golden body must at least keep ... I can't go! You go!"
"but……"
"Go away!"
The monks in Wuyin Temple had already been in a state of panic. While the old monks maintained order, they went out one after another. However, they hadn't gone far. They only heard a loud bang, and almost the whole unemployed mountain shook.
At this time, there was also a flying cloud stone in the distance speeding up. It was Baiying that they arrived. Before they received the news of Xiao Chen, they came to Wuyin Temple. Gu Feng, Xiao Ning and others were there. .
"Meow me! I'm going to die! A few old monks aren't running fast, they're going to die!"
"Booming ..." The whole mountain of unrequited tremor was endless. All the cultivators in the distance stared at this moment, and many people retreated to the distance. The scene at this moment was really terrible.
And Zen Master Chen and the four great monks are still printing, but ...
Xiao Chen's brows were frowned and useless. Even if the primordial gods who exhausted their five people could not be sealed, they would only be sacrificed in vain. The four monks used to be gracious to him. He couldn't let four people die here. Even if the four of them are too late to sit down, they must be rushed to death by the devil underground.
Thinking of this, I saw him leap forward and flew over to the Zhenmo Tower. Luo Yan was amazed: "Brother Xiao! What are you doing!"
He did n’t go down before. Is n’t he going to death now? The cultivators in the distance did n’t know what he was going to do. They were all startled. Zhi Luan cried out: "Dead boy! Come back! Are you going to die?" ! Xian'er still waiting for you to go back! "
However, Xiao Chen is not going to die, he is going to fight, perhaps saving the lives of the four great monks and Master Chen Chen.
"Xiao Xiaoyou! Leave quickly, this matter has nothing to do with you!" Master Xuan Daji naturally also noticed that he flew over.
Xiao Chen flew to the broken Devil's Tower, using all his strength, and shouted to the ground, "Master Moro, are you?"
Everyone in the distance heard it, and they were all stunned. The Patriarch Moro was the patriarch of the Wuyin Temple. He had ascended to the heavens thousands of years ago and went to the Western Heaven Buddha Land. Venerable, what is he doing now?
"Master Moro, is that you?"
Xiao Chen shouted again, even though today's actions may make Wuyin Temple dusty, but he is not a saint. He can't care about so many benevolences and justice, he just wants to save the lives of four monks.
"Xiao Chen! What are you talking nonsense!" At this moment, Master Xuangui shouted.
However, Wuye Mountain quietly became strangely quiet at this time, and the devil under the ground was no longer noisy. A long time later, a word of Buddha came out: "Amitabha, little donor, who are you?"
Everyone's face changed, and the monks in Wuyin Temple were even more miserable. Xiao Chen took advantage of Zen Master Chen Chen and the four great monks to lose his mind, and his sleeves roared, and he immediately exchanged things for stars, and transferred five of them. Orientation.
At the same time, with a loud bang, the underground "magic" finally rushed out, and the powerful force immediately flew the people nearby.
I saw that the "magic" was actually an old monk, covered in a tattered cassock, and there was a string of big glories of glories hanging on the item, and he was covered with black air all over his body. Covered with magic energy, his eyes were extremely red, and he was completely a demon.
"Why ... what's going on!" Everyone in the distance was terrified, Bai Ying and others were stunned and couldn't believe it, Zhiluan cried out: "Meow me! This big fairy night stargazing, pinch one finger Forget it, it really is! "
"Patriarch Moro" fell to the ground, entangled in black air, and looked at Master Chen Chen: "Can you answer me now, what is a demon? What is a Buddha?"
"You ... who the are you!"
This scene is completely beyond everyone's expectations. No one can imagine that for thousands of years, the Wuyin Temple, under the seal, is actually ... their ancestor? How can this be!
"Who am I?" Master Moro brushed his sleeves coldly and said coldly: "This town demon tower was built by my own hands. Who do you say I am!"
"No, it's impossible ..." Master Chen Chen kept shaking his head, rumored that the devil tower was built by several golden Buddhas, how could it be that the Moro patriarch built it to seal himself ...
"Buddha and demon, worldly opinion, only then you said that all things in the world are transfiguration, and the heart is unchanged, all things are unchanged, then you now, the mind is still the same as before? Huh!"
The Moro Patriarch snorted coldly, kicked his feet, and flew towards the sky, leaving only Dao Dao Qi, and gradually dispersed with the wind.
"He ... where did he go?"
At this time, the people were awake like dreams, and gradually recovered, and looked at Xiao Chen one after another. Why did Xiao Chen know who was below this? Was it because he had been suppressed below this time?
"He went to ... Qianyu Gate." Xiao Chen frowned and immediately looked at the two Immortals of Wanxianmeng: "Qianyu Gate!" Many of the rest also followed.
"Meow me! Boy, slow down!"
...
Qianyumen is located south of the east of Dongzhou, about three or four thousand miles from Wuyin Temple, but it is hidden in the mysterious realm of the mountain. Usually only the disciples come out to purchase the necessary things, so it is difficult to be discovered by others. It ’s just outside.
Now the disciples of the outer door have already been sent away, and at the moment in the inner door of the mysterious realm, the scene is abnormally chaotic. I saw many disciples fleeing around and there are constantly terrifying voices coming from the ground, the voice is very low.
"Can't seal me, can't seal me!"
The screaming sound echoed through the entire Profound Realm, and he could not hear whether it was a man or a woman, a man or a ghost, a demon or a demon.
The seven old Dao aunts had already panicked, but Master Su Nian of Xiaoyue still looked calm at this time and shouted, "Seal! No one can leave. Be sure to block this demon today! Xiaoyue, Qiushui sword!"
At this moment, Su Nian and other eight people maintained the Eight Wastelands Xuanyin Formation and trapped the devil with the eight hills. Xiaoyue didn't say much, and immediately sacrificed the sword of autumn water and sent it to the past.
Su Nian, the real person, immediately pinched the seal, and with the sound of "咻", Qiushui Sword immediately turned into a gigantic golden awn, and pierced towards the eyes of the Eight Wastelands Xuanyin Formation.
"Ah-" The terrifying magic roar came again: "Unstoppable! Unstoppable!"
In an instant, the demon was monstrous, and the entire Profound Realm was immediately covered by layers of devil qi. The terrifying devil qi was frightening. Many disciples had already been frightened and their legs were soft, but they did not dare to flee. Go up the scalp to help the leader seal the battle.
And Xiaoyue, this time her look was very calm, even a little indifferent, and it was completely different from the previous change.
"Xiaoyue! What are you still waiting for! You control the Qiushui sword!" In the air, there was a scream from Su Nian.
Xiao Yuewu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't say much. He immediately flew into the air, and his coat fluttered like a fairy in the world, but his face was so indifferent, as if doing something completely unrelated to himself.
After a while, the underground demon was finally suppressed by the Eight Wastelands Xuanyin Formation. The Eight Wastelands Xuanyin Formation was the ancestor formation method. Isn't it the simple magic tower in the town of Wuyin Temple?
Su Nian was finally relieved, but at this time, the entire Profound Realm suddenly shook violently, and many disciples were blasted out by a sudden and powerful force.
"Who? The people of Wuyin Temple? How could it be ..." Su Nian looked at him in real life, and saw that Qiang broke in was a mad monk who was covered in black. I am afraid that something was wrong, he said loudly: "It is in front of Wuyin Temple. Come to support the master? "
"That's right ..." Moro Patriarch Shen said with a deep voice, and at the end of his words, he lifted his palm and directly hit a vajra palm with eight people in midair.
"Poof!" The eight of them couldn't resist at all, and they all flew out of the palm with their hands spitting blood, and even two people who were close to each other were directly shaken into blood mist.
"Drink!" Afterwards, the Moro Patriarch slammed into the eight hills with one palm, each palm made the whole Profound Realm tremble violently. Formation.
This time, the disciples of Qianyumen were even more disturbed, and they couldn't care about that much anymore. They fled wildly, leaving only some people who grew up in Qianyumen and didn't want to leave.
"Huh!" Xiaoyue turned into a stern man and flew over to support Su Nian real person: "Master ..."
Su Nian's face was terrified, and he stared at the crazy monk in the distance, muttering: "Who is he ..."
Xiaoyue looked at the figure of the Moro Patriarch in the distance, and there was a light smile on his face, as if all this, Qianyumen survived or died, and it has become irrelevant to her, as if all this It does n’t matter anymore, just listen to her sneer with a smile: "The grandmaster of Wuyin Temple, Moro."
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