Chapter 1,338

Six powerful men in the realm of life and death appeared at the same time. They each stood far away from Lin Zhen and expressed their attitudes very clearly.

Immediately, there were exclamations of surprise. This scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

No one could have imagined that the six super sects would all side with the Sword Sect.

Everyone in the Xuantian Sect had a strange look in their eyes, and they looked extremely nervous.

Originally, Zhuge Qingyun shouted loudly to Lin Zhen, which made people feel that there was not much suspense about the matter here, and Jian Zong had to hand over the person if he didn't want to.

Unexpectedly, the other six super sects of the eight major sects in the ancient region actually stood up at the same time, and the situation was instantly reversed.

In the eyes of everyone, no matter how strong Zhuge Qingyun is, he can never defeat one against six.

On the turbulent sea, Lin Zhen stood up slowly with a long sword in his hand, his body slowly accumulating.

"This is such a grand occasion."

Zhuge Qingyun glanced at him and sarcastically said: "How could I be so virtuous and capable that I actually let you all join forces to deal with me at the same time!"

He really didn't expect that all the other super sects would side with Lin Zhen.

He had seen these people approaching before and thought that these people also wanted to take advantage of the source of the Great Sage.

Unexpectedly, a covenant was reached beforehand.

"Almsgiver Zhuge is worthy of being the most outstanding disciple of Tian Xuanzi. In just over ten years, he has grown to this stage. Xuantian Sect has a successor!" The old monk of Jingang Temple, bathed in Buddha's light, looked at Zhuge Qingyun.

said the voice.

There is nothing false in what he said. The strength that the other party showed just now is indeed worthy of his reputation.

"Master, what do you want to say?"

Zhuge Qingyun said with a smile on his face, rather playfully.

The old monk said softly: "I don't want to be an enemy of the donor, and the Vajra Temple has no intention of fighting with the Xuantian Sect."

Zhuge Qingyun had no expression on his face and said calmly: "Then disperse and don't interfere in my affairs."

"Amitabha."

The old monk recited the Dharma chant but did not retreat.

"Zhuge Qingyun, the matter is already here, why do you have to force it?"

The powerful man in the life and death realm of Leihuo Sect looked at Zhuge Qingyun and said slowly, he was an old man in purple clothes, he was quite old and had extremely profound cultivation.

There was an extremely terrifying thunderstorm surrounding him, but when he looked at Zhuge Qingyun, he didn't mean to take it lightly.

"We have reached an agreement beforehand. No matter which family obtains the source of the Great Sage, everyone else must help. Zhuge Qingyun, I hope you can understand." The gray-haired old man carrying a long sword in Tiandao Pavilion immediately spoke.

, looked at Zhuge Qingyun with equally solemn eyes.

If we can avoid fighting, it would undoubtedly be best to force Zhuge Qingyun back.

His strength is too terrifying, and he already has a hint of invincibility in the realm of life and death, which makes people quite fearful.

"That's it for now. You are very strong, but if we join forces, you don't have any chance." The middle-aged man in Jinyi with extraordinary bearing spoke at the Jade Villa.

Several people wanted to use force to force Zhuge Qingyun to retreat.

Everyone else in the distance also felt that the turmoil on Kuxuan Island would probably end here.

"hehe."

But Zhuge Qingyun had no intention of retreating. He just held the folding fan in his hand and smiled calmly.

He smiled calmly, but the big boss in the life and death realm next to Lin Zhen couldn't help but become nervous.

"These are all my seniors. They are over a thousand years old in total. They are also famous in the ancient realm. You have no hostility towards me. I have no hostility towards you at all, including Elder Lin Zhen."

When Zhuge Qingyun said this, his smile remained unchanged, but there was a hint of mockery in his eyes: "But why don't you just watch from the sidelines? If you have to jump out and get involved in such things, aren't you really afraid that I, Zhuge Qingyun, will beat you to death?

"

boom!

After he finished speaking, his face turned cold instantly, and a murderous aura surged crazily.

The expressions of several other people changed slightly, and strange colors flashed in their eyes. Zhuge Qingyun's arrogance was far beyond everyone's expectations.

In such a situation, my temper has not changed at all.

Zhuge Qingyun's smile completely disappeared and he said in a cold voice: "Lin Zhen is already kneeling in front of me. How dare you jump out and seek death? It's fine. You are going to bring shame on yourself. I will help you. Do you want to go together, or do you want to do it together?"

If there is a wheel battle, I, Zhuge Qingyun, will accompany you to the end."

Everything in heaven and earth is silent and lifeless.

Lin Zhen's expression changed slightly, Zhuge Qingyun was really too crazy and could not be understood.

"I'm offended!"

Just when everyone's expressions were changing, the old monk from the Vajra Temple quietly walked up.

Wow!

He took one step forward, and immediately tens of thousands of feet of Buddha's light burst out from under his feet. The next moment, he clasped his hands together and appeared directly in front of Zhuge Qingyun.

Boom!

The Buddha's light is like a pillar, and the Buddha's majesty is like a dragon. The old monk's expression is solemn, and his body is covered with golden light. He is like a living King Kong, not angry but powerful.

The pressure on the old monk continued to surge, squeezing the nine-color mysterious light on Zhuge Qingyun's body.

After a while, his lips started to move. He was reciting sutras, and there were continuous Buddhist sounds in the sky. Small sutras, exuding holy light, hung down from the sky.

But no matter how he recited the sutra, the nine-color mysterious light on Zhuge Qingyun remained unmoved, the holy light circulated, and the mysterious power was unpredictable.

The boundless sea water between the sky and the earth is almost evaporated by this Buddha's power.

The sky trembled, the sea water boiled, and cracks appeared in the void.

Zhuge Qingyun shook his folding fan, smiling and contented himself.

"Xuan Tian Bao Jian!"

The corners of other people's mouths twitched. It's really unimaginable how far this guy's Xuantian Baojian has been cultivated.

"I have something to say, and I would like to ask you to listen carefully."

Zhuge Qingyun looked indifferent, and suddenly shouted: "Om! What! What! Ba! Mi! Hum!"

boom!

That is the six-syllable Buddhist mantra, but when Zhuge Qingyun recited it with the blessing of the Xuantian Treasure Mirror, the Buddhist sound turned into a demonic sound.

In an instant, a black Buddha's light suddenly burst out behind him.

The old monk who was reciting sutras was instantly interrupted by this shocking and demonic sound.

The old monk groaned, Heshi's hands immediately released, and he slapped Zhuge Qingyun with his palm.

call!

There is a huge golden Buddha palm, roaring towards the sea from thousands of miles behind the old monk.

When the palm light was pushed out, the huge Buddha's light overlapped with his palm, and the palm he shot was incredibly powerful in an instant.

Zhuge Qingyun's expression remained unchanged, and with a flick of his wrist, the folding fan flew out.

The moment the fan flew out, he was met with the same palm. His palm became as flawless as jade, as if it would break with the slightest touch.

Bang!

But when the two palms collided, the old monk spit out a mouthful of blood and took three steps back with his palms.

The old monk pushed his hands to the left and right sides, and a Zen staff bathed in Buddha's light appeared. It was a thousand-marked sacred instrument, imprinted with divine patterns. When it appeared in surprise, it immediately caused exclamations of power.

King Kong Demon-Slaying Battle!

Click, click, click!

The old monk held the Zen staff with both hands and waved it out. The air in front of him collapsed like a mountain.

Zhuge Qingyun didn't panic at all. He didn't even take back the hand he waved out. He just grabbed the fallen folding fan with one move.

Put the folding fans together and flick them gently.

On the surface of the seemingly invincible Zen staff, the sacred patterns kept exploding, and the light dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"How...how is this possible?"

The old monk exclaimed with surprise in his eyes.

Before he could be shocked, Zhuge Qingyun retracted his hand holding the folding fan, turned his body slightly to one side, and withdrew his left hand through the air.

Phew!

The Buddha's light on the old monk's body was torn to pieces in an instant. He spit out blood and retreated crazily.

Defeated!
To be continued...