Chapter 591 Physique

"Although Wan Zhuliu is not the one who opened the temple, since he has caught the eyes of Dong Twenty-san, there is a possibility of breaking away from the shackles of the Bafang Temple!"

Pang Wenlong held the tea cup with a dark look in his eyes:

"If he performs a sacrifice outside the Nether Realm, it is very likely that the Cloud Demon Clan and even other forces in Tianshiyuan will be attracted in advance!"

After speaking, he glanced at Li Yuan, the meaning of which was self-evident.

The Nether Realm is already extremely dangerous, and Li Yuan's journey alone is already very difficult. If Wan Zhuliu can escape from his bondage, even if it is only possible, he will not worry.

Li Yuan was silent, this was also the purpose of his coming to find Pang Wenlong.

Here, he still has the Five Great Dao Sects, and Pang Wenlong can draw on his strength. If he leaves here, he will probably have to face Wan Zhuliu alone, who has broken through to the divine palace realm.

"As Li Yuan said, Wan Zhuliu is now protected by the Bafang Temple. If we want to kill him, we must force him out!"

Long Xixiang put down his tea cup and looked at Pang Wenlong:

"Break the city of gods and capture Emperor Qian, don't worry if he doesn't come out!"

"That's how it should be!"

Nie Xianshan spoke in agreement, the pure Yang sword on his back quivering like a dragon's roar, quite eager to try.

Long Yingchan pinched his long eyebrows and said nothing.

Wan Zhuliu must die!

In the small courtyard, Li Yuan didn't say much, and a few people reached a consensus.

In fact, he was not surprised.

As early as three years ago, Pang Wenlong had intended to integrate the temples, temples, and rivers and lakes, and use the power of the world to jointly overcome the coming disaster. However, he originally wanted to wait until he left before taking action.

Now, it's just ahead of schedule.

"It's easy to destroy the gods, and it's not difficult to capture Emperor Qian, but it may not be able to force Wan Zhuliu to come."

At this time, Long Yingchan, who had been pondering for a long time, just spoke. He pinched his two long white eyebrows and his expression was quite serious:

"Senior, have you forgotten that you were able to spy on the divine sacrifice in the divine capital?"

"Um?"

Long Xixiang frowned.

"this……"

Nie Xianshan also frowned, but suddenly looked at Li Yuan:

"Could it be that in the future revealed by the Peeping God Sacrifice, Li Xiaozi assassinated Emperor Qian just to force those Wan Zhuliu out?"

"Isn't it impossible?"

Li Yuan was slightly startled and thought it was impossible.

After all, in the future predicted by the Divine Sacrifice, Wan Zhuliu did not burn longevity so radically. Even if he broke through to the realm of the Divine Palace, he would never be rated as 'excellent' by the Bafang Temple.

"How can a small sacrifice give a glimpse of the future?"

Pang Wenlong waved his hand. He didn't care about the Peeping God Sacrifice, but just looked at Long Yingchan:

"What about you?"

Long Yingchan did not hesitate and replied: "Wait!"

"wait?"

Pang Wenlong was startled at first, but then he understood and looked at Long Yingchan with a little more admiration in his eyes.

"What are you waiting for?"

Nie Laodao frowned: "At this time, why are you still playing riddles?"

"..."

Long Yingchan soothes his brows:

"We are not the only ones who are anxious now! Wan Zhuliu, the court, or those two old ghosts may be far more anxious than us!"

While speaking, he glanced at Li Yuan, who was thoughtful and obviously understood what he meant.

"Wan Zhuliu spent more than half of his life to cleanse his bloodline, break through the divine palace, and get an excellent rating in the Bafang Temple. He joined forces with Master Thousand Eyes to seize Qi Benchu, the 'person who gave birth to the wonders of the Bafang Temple' behind.

If Li Xiaozi hadn't predicted it, and if he had gathered enough Wan Shao and changed his bones, then Wan Zhuliu would have at least been qualified to fight at the same level this time..."

Pang Wenlong opened his mouth to explain, and he could not help but admire Long Yingchan a little more. He felt like he had a counselor by his side when he conquered the world in the past.

"What do you mean?"

Long Xixiang is thoughtful.

"The imperial court has paid such a high price, and is still only one step away from snatching the identity of the temple's founder. However, when Wan Zhuliu is still alive,

If it were you, what would you do?"

Long Yingchan relaxed his long eyebrows and said this while looking at Li Yuan.

"...Kill me."

Li Yuan sighed. He naturally understood what Taoist Master Long meant. He subconsciously sensed the various magical weapons shining brightly in the weapon jar, and then said:

"How to fish... well, you can just tell me how to do it."

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Woohoo~

The light curtains interweave, reflecting various scenes in the Bafang Temple.

From Wanzhu into the temple, the inscription appeared, more broken than the fighting field...

"Li Yuan!"

Looking at the young Taoist who disappeared in the light curtain, Emperor Qian's face was extremely gloomy. The people watching the battle were all silent, but when they looked at each other out of the corner of their eyes, they also showed a bit of horror.

It is indeed extremely difficult to exchange blood and defeat the Grandmaster, but no one expected that someone as powerful as King Zhenwu would be defeated by a single blow.

When the battle arena shattered in the light curtain, Wu Yingxing's heart trembled, and he lost his voice for a moment, barely daring to look at Emperor Qian's face.

It wasn't until Li Yuan left with a flourish and Wan Zhuliu was led to the top of the mountain that the heavy atmosphere eased, and no one dared to look at Emperor Qian's gloomy face.

"Three strange stones? If you win the same level three times, you can enter the temple..."

Looking at the ten strange stones shining with divine light in the light curtain, Emperor Qian's face looked a little better, but he still felt depressed in his heart.

When Wan Zhuliu was defeated with one blow in the arena, he felt as if he had been hit in the face with a sledgehammer. He was in a daze for a while. At this time, the situation improved, and Wan Zhuliu seemed to have entered the 23rd place of the puppet Dong Dong.

When I saw it, the big stone hanging in my heart just fell to the ground.

only……

"If there hadn't been something wrong with those two old guys, the situation would have been decided by now!"

Holding the unresponsive bronze mirror in his sleeves and robes, Emperor Qian let out a long breath, his eyes never leaving the light screen in front of him, his thoughts diverging from anger, worry, and murderous intent:

"Although Zhuliu is strong, there is no ordinary person who can climb Bafang Mountain. If you want to win all three battles, I'm afraid you won't be able to enter that small temple directly..."

"Although Li Yuan is young, he has only just entered Taoism. He can no longer win by climbing up the ranks. Those who have climbed to the top are probably much stronger..."

"This puppet doesn't seem to be leaning towards Li Yuan, but it's almost impossible for Zhuliu to completely replace him... only..."

Suppressing the distracting thoughts in his heart, Emperor Qian glanced at everyone present, Shen Qisheng, Wang Jin, Wu Yingxing... A trace of worry flashed in his eyes:

"If we want to kill Li Yuan and others, we have to fall on those two old guys..."

boom!

A huge roar echoed from the light curtain.

Emperor Qian suddenly woke up, only to see a dazzling blue light, and hammer shadows all over the sky, like a meteor shower falling from the sky, submerging the long river of sword light that was surging like a dragon.

"What?!"

Emperor Qian's expression changed, and so did Wu Yingxing and others' expressions.

Those who could watch the battle here were all long-standing masters and great masters. The moment the shadow of the hammer appeared, they had already noticed something was wrong.

Just like in the fighting arena, the young Taoist's hammer shadow made them all feel overwhelming pressure. In the light curtain, Wan Zhuliu, who was drawing his sword with all his strength, fell into an absolute disadvantage in an instant!

A battle at the same level could actually reach this level of ferocity?!

boom!

Boom!

The people watching the battle from a distance behind the light screen had their hearts beating like drums and their mouths were dry. Wan Zhuliu, who was the first to bear the brunt, instantly felt the indescribable and huge oppression.

This oppression is even stronger than before in the competition arena!

In the previous battle, his realm and senses were suppressed at the blood exchange level, but at this moment, he has entered the Taoist body, and his feelings are much stronger than before.
To be continued...