Am I dead?

The soul woke up from the turmoil. Zhang Dean's eyes were still confused. He glanced around the house. Although he didn't know what was posted on the wall, he subconsciously felt afraid and didn't even dare to take a look. He hurriedly moved his gaze elsewhere.

Young Master of the Zhang family? Zhang family?! Zhang family!!!

The moment he saw Zhang Yao, anger and madness rose from the depths of his soul again. The black gas that was originally suppressed by the golden light became vibrant again. Although he still lost to the divine power of the golden light, he was not as defeated as he was in the beginning.

The Qingyang Zhenren's eyes narrowed and he quickly mobilized his magic power. It was not until the black air on Zhang Dean's body retreated below his legs that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It's just that, you can't do anything like this thankless thing in the future.

Although he thought so, he felt vaguely proud. He was probably the only one who could do this in all the Taoist sects in the seven southeastern states. I have to say that the mountain and river seal given by Fahai is really a good thing. Even if it is just a seal of a state, it can only be used in the Suzhou area, which is an amazing treasure.

So, this wave of failure is not just a loss, it is simply a huge advantage. Thinking of this, the real person looked at Zhang Yao unconsciously. Until now, he could not see anything worthy of Fahai's calculations about this young master of the Zhang family.

Go for money and seek power?

Joke, when Fahai is at the level, money and power are like clouds, not even as good as dirt!

Zhang Yao walked over. The Huayang real person next to him was shocked. He subconsciously reached out to stop the person, but Zhang Yao shook his head and refused. The moment he retracted his hand, he hesitated and thought about it and felt that nothing would go wrong.

"Zhang Dean, the shopkeeper of Yong'an Hall?"

Looking at Zhang Dean with a crazy face, Zhang Yao said lightly: "I'm very curious. My Zhang family has no grudges with you in the past and has no grudges in the past. Why do you have such a great resentment? If you die, you have to think about harming me!"

"Kill you, kill you," a hoarse and ghostly voice sounded like a night owl. Zhang Dean stared at Zhang Yao, his facial features twisted together, and shouted wildly with hysterical sprints: "Kill you, kill you!"

"Master, what's going on?"

"Young Master Zhang, Zhang De'an is too deep into the evil. Although Shanhe Yin helps suppress the evil spirit, his mind is completely lost..."

"That is, I can't ask anything?"

Huayang Zhenren didn't feel embarrassed, and nodded as usual: "That's right! Mr. Zhang, my senior brother has great magic power and is well-known in the seven southeastern states. If he can't even do it, no one else can come!"

This is true. The Taoist temples in the seven southeastern states are half a pound and eight taels. Now that Qingyang Zhenren has obtained the mountain and river seal, he is definitely the top one among the Taoist sects. He may still be able to compete for the title of the first person.

The number one person in the southeast Taoist sect, this person sounds absolutely slacking off. Unfortunately, the entire seven provinces in the southeast are a rotten fish pond. With the big Buddha of Fahai, there can only be some smelly fish and shrimps in this fish pond, and there can be no decent turtle, otherwise they will be caught and cut open and made into wine and dish.

Of course, Zhang Yao didn't know about these things. Seeing that Huayang Zhenren was so sure, he didn't continue asking, and instead said, "Since that's the case, Taoist priest, give Zhang Dean a good time!"

Compared to the chore that makes evil spirits restore their spiritual intelligence, it is not too simple to destroy them. When the Qingyang real person thought, the golden light in the room turned into a burning flame. It is the magical fire that was passed down from the mouth of the Taoist sect. This flame is not seen in ordinary things in humans, but it is the nemesis of ghosts and monsters. Once it is touched, it will peel off the skin.

A shrill scream sounded, and even the servants guarding outside the Four Seasons Pavilion could hear it clearly. They looked at each other subconsciously. Everyone's eyes were full of fear and anxiety, but no one dared to make loud noises, and even talked in a low voice. Compared to the invisible and intangible evil spirit, the board of in charge is even more terrifying.

Through the layers of walls and through the beams of the houses, Zhao Qi took all this in his sight, and then yawned without interest. She was waiting and waiting. The master had not come yet, but he felt that time was passing so slowly, which made people feel distracted.

Thinking of the scene I saw just now, she curled her lips. These two gods were shameless and actually said that the Mountain and River Seal was a treasure given by the gods in all directions. Isn’t this nonsense? The classics in the sect record it very clearly. The Mountain and River Seal is a ninth-level magic weapon refined by the Kunlun School. It was originally part of the tenth-level divine artifact. Two thousand years ago, the Kunlun School encountered a great enemy. The Mountain and Mountain and Country Sect was destroyed, and the Mountain and Country Map was also broken by that person. The Mountain and River Seal was not spared and eventually broken into pieces.

Speaking of Kunlun, I unconsciously remembered the master's sect. Qionghua's place is also called Kunlun. Unfortunately, this Kunlun is not the Kunlun. One is Kunlun Mountain, the other is the Kunlun Sect; the other is the blessed land. The Kunlun Sect occupied a cave heaven. Zhao Qi couldn't say how big the gap between the blessed land and the cave heaven was, because she had never seen the cave heaven, and the only cave heaven in the world was gone.

"Young monk, don't be a monk, you a monk, Ami, you Buddha, Buddha, please spare the monk..."

Chang Bai's speech sounded clearly in his ears, and Zhao Qi was helpless. The fourth senior brother was nervous again. Unfortunately, he couldn't help. The restrictions left by Zen Master Fahai were quite mysterious. If he was not careful, he would hurt his senior brother's soul. It would be easier to crack it.

Master, why haven’t you come yet? Senior brother has been bullied and his disciple misses you too. I really miss you very much...

...

"Zen Master Fahai, why did you stop me?"

On the top of the sky above the white clouds, Nan Huan stood with his hands on his feet on the flying sword. Half a sea of ​​clouds, Fahai wore a red gold glazed five Buddha crown, a colorful robe with a swaying and selfless robe, holding the two dragons playing with pearls and nine tin Zen staff in his left hand, and half of the purple gold bowl on the other side of the shore with the right hand. The sunset light gathered behind him, the halo was colorful, and the eyebrows and eyes were peaceful.

"Amitabha, donor, please come back!"

Nan Huan went down the mountain and received the order of the head. He took his disciple Chang Bai back to the sect, and secondly, he also saw how Qi'er was doing. He never expected that he would be stopped as soon as he stepped into the seven southeastern states. Seeing that Fahai was fully armed, he didn't believe it was a coincidence.

A cold and ruthless look flashed in his eyes, and he didn't say anything more than a single sentence. Since that's the case, Nan Huan immediately made up his mind, what can the arhat in the world in the world be able to deceive the sword in my hand?

"Come on the sword!"

A lightning shot out from the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows. The sword was like a thunder sound like a dragon. The sea of ​​clouds rioted in an instant, and a ray of light burst into the top of the sky. The autumn wind was bleak and the waves surged, and the north wind suddenly appeared!

"Qionghua Nanhuan, please give me advice from Zen Master Fahai!"

As the sound came out, the light rose, and the golden crow was dim in an instant, not as bright as this autumn water. The sea of ​​Dharma did not flash or avoid it. The seven treasures on the colorful cassock shone brightly. No matter how far the sword light could cut the sky and the earth, it would be difficult to get within three feet of him.

"Amitabha, donor, please come back!"

Nan Huan was not discouraged by a blow. That was Fahai, the lord of the eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers. It was normal for the arhat in the world to be unable to hurt him. He immediately shouted: "Zen Master, since you and me cannot reach an agreement, why bother talking nonstop here? It's better to see the true seal in your hand!"

As soon as the thought moved, the flying sword that was floating in the sea of ​​clouds suddenly changed. The sword body changed into two, two changed into four, four changed into eight... It is the sword arts and techniques that every sword cultivator can use. Although the Ten Thousand Swords Art has long been a big street, it is different to use it from Nan Huan. The power of the flying sword transformed by other people's Ten Thousand Swords Art is only one or two percent of the original body, and he can use it to reach 70 percent!

For a moment, the sword light was shining with stars and clouds, and there were countless dense crowds of sword energy, like a sea, covering all directions, wind and clouds surging in the blink of an eye, waves were brilliant and powerful.

Fahai was instantly submerged by the sword sea, and seemed to be unable to escape and was suppressed severely, but Nan Huan knew that these were just illusions. He was too different from the Fahai realm. He challenged a Buddhist monk in the Arhat realm with the Golden Dan realm. This was undoubtedly an ant challenging the elephant. In the end, the opponent's body protection may not be able to break the golden light.

It’s also a pity that he faces Fahai. After all, he is a Buddhist practitioner. As long as there is no big grudge against life and death, the other party will never be able to take action. If it were other enemies, he would definitely turn around and leave without saying a word. He couldn’t beat him and even provoke him. He was not stupid, so why did he have to seek death?

However, it was helpless. Nan Huan had two flying swords in his hand. The one he used to fight against the enemy was named Luo Yun, and the one he used to step on was Jingzhe. It was given by the sect a hundred years ago. The eighth-grade sword in the sword base was level 5. After a hundred years of cultivation, he is now easy to use. In the past, he was always good at fighting against the enemy. Unfortunately, he hit the iron plate today.

"Amitabha, donor, please come back!"

Fahai's voice sounded clearly above the sea of ​​clouds, and Nan Huan immediately gathered his spirits. As the saying goes, "No matter how many things happen, Fahai advised him three times. If he still insisted on his own, the Buddhist monk would not continue to endure it."

"Zen Master, Nan Huan is not talented, and is definitely not a match for Zen Master, but I, Qionghua, are born with a bad bone. Even if I know I am not a match, I will still wave my sword away!"

"Since that's the case, donor Nanhuan, please be careful!"

In the sea of ​​swords, a layer of Buddha light protects the sea of ​​Dharma. It is both a natural barrier and a stubborn stone. No matter how strong the sword energy is, it is difficult to get within three feet of the slightest.

The Zen stick in his hand paused gently, and the sky changed again. A red sun emerged from the sea of ​​clouds. The Buddha shone brightly on the clouds and gave birth to golden lotus. A sound arose from all kinds of thoughts. After the initial mosquitoes were like thunder, resounding wildly between heaven and earth.

"The great power of the heavenly dragon, the World-Honored Bodhisattva, subdue dragons and tigers, and Prajna has no self!"

On the five Buddha crowns, two ribbons quietly fell off, one swayed in the wind, and one wandered in the sword energy. As the sound sounded, Sanskrit mantras appeared one after another on the ribbon. The Buddha's light gathered, and a big hand was created out of nothing, falling heavily, slashing the sea of ​​swords and clouds into pieces!

Nan Huan was shocked, and Jingzhe flew into his hand under his feet and slashed hard towards the front. The sword light was as ethereal as water, and the waves of clouds that were roaring into two parts were divided by the small sword light, and passed by in a mighty way.

Many people don’t know that compared to Luo Yun, Nan Huan likes Jingzhe more because a gentleman is like a sword, with his edge hidden in the sheath, and his divine light is hidden and gentle; if the sky thunder comes out and Jingzhe moves, it will be a long rainbow that splashes the sun’s blood and splashes seven steps!

At this time, Jingzhe was unsheathed but did not make any achievements. The flying sword had a spiritual sword body chanting, as if lamenting and unwilling to accept it. Luo Yun returned without success and flew around Nanhuan. Jingzhe was there, and he dared not approach his master half a step.

The aftermath gradually weakened, and the big hand covering the sky had long disappeared, but it left behind a dragon and a tiger. The dragon's body was three feet long, with dense claws and five toes. There were about four people in the tiger's height, with wings on the back and hair as black as brocade. Since its appearance, the dragon roared and the tiger roared one after another, and the momentum was extraordinary.

After being underestimated, Nan Huan felt silent in his heart. He subdued the dragon and the tiger were gone, but summoned their pets. He reached out to touch Jingzhe and said softly: "Jian'er, Jian'er, I feel wronged today. It seems that you can only kill these two beasts!"
Chapter completed!