"Little Taoist, why are you so anxious?"

The phantoms of thousands of dead souls surrounded Xuanshan. He stood in front of Yan Chixia, showing a sarcastic smile. With a wave of his hands, countless turbid earth gases turned into earth walls, blocking Yan Chixia.

"Get out of here, I don't have time to pay attention to you!"

Yan Chixia's eyes were beating with a divine light like flames. As his home, Zhengyang Palace had accumulated too long since the hatred of being destroyed by the golden centipede. At this time, the golden centipede took action in advance. Since Xuanshan had the courage to stop him, it naturally caused him to be angry.

A melodious buzzing sound rang out, and his flying sword turned into flowing light and flew out, like a long white rainbow, directly slashing the blocks in front of him.

As the shadow of the ancient god, Xuanshan has all the memories of Xuanshan and various back-ups left by the ancient heavenly court. Although he only got some power to go out after trading with the golden centipede.

However, his use of power, the coordination of many magical powers, and the use of changes in the qi have reached a state of peak. With his grasp of the human heart, his magic power was obviously only one-tenth of Yan Chixia, but he steadily held him back.

Countless cold auras turned into dark aerosols condensed around them, rising higher and higher like a tide, and the more they rose, the more violent they rose, and finally turned into layers of air wave screens, blocking Yan Chixia's path forward.

Moreover, there were ferocious and distorted faces in these mists, and Xuanshan smiled and said, "Yan Chixia, I tell you that many of these souls are the living souls in Beijing City. If you have the ability, you force yourself to break the formation!"

"Bastard!" Yan Chixia, who was united with the sword, was furious when she heard this, but her actions could not help but slow down.

However, Xuanshan didn't care at all, and the continuous stream of qi needles condensed out of it, pouring down like a storm.

Force Yan Chixia to urge the flying sword, and countless sword lights were generated to protect himself.

"To be honest, I like you famous families the most, because you always have all kinds of concerns!"

While sneering, Xuanshan increased the Yin and Earth evil spirits from the surrounding area, condensing more qi needles to attack Yan Chixia.

The more yin evils absorbed by the fog, the thinner the color, but Yan Chixia could feel a yin and cold breath attacking her body. This yin and cold is not only the coldness of the surrounding environment temperature drop, but also full of corrosiveness.

The squeaking melting and corrosion sound continued to come from the protective sword light. The thick sword light gradually became thinner, and Yan Chixia retreated again and again.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddha's name sounded, and in the blink of an eye, the faint Buddha light cut open the mist that enveloped the surroundings. Countless golden lotus bloomed in the air, and the quiet fragrance of lotus overflowed. Countless souls and living souls were attracted by the fragrance of lotus and fell on the lotus seat.

"Don't move?" Xuanshan looked at the monk Bud and smiled, "It's interesting. Your Buddhist cultivation is slightly higher than I thought. I thought you would be a pure Vajra of Dharma Protector, but I didn't expect that your Bodhisattva Path will also practice well!"

As he spoke, Xuanshan had gathered the dead souls and mist that had not completely dissipated around him.

Compared to the opening, although the aura on Xuanshan's body was still a little dark and terrifying, compared to the original pure evil, there was more historical vicissitudes and a sense of failure and failure.

When the monk Fudong saw this scene, his face changed slightly: "I didn't expect that the Lord of the Lord has escaped from the trap, but it surprised the little monk. I don't know what the Lord of the Lord promised the Golden Centrifuge and asked him to let you out."

"Little monk, don't fight with me here. What kind of personality does the Golden Centenary attendant walk out of Wanhua Temple are you not sure?"

Xuanshan sneered: "Let me come out? If I hadn't been needed to help restrain the Yinshi Dragon Court, I think the first person to seal me in this world is him."

"Ko God is coming out all the time, right?"

The monk Budong smiled and continued, "From my understanding of the golden centipede, he will never leave any hidden dangers in doing things. Now that the God of God has come out, you must have given him a way to make him feel that he will win."

Faced with the sow discord of the monk Wudang, Xuanshan also smiled and said, "Maybe! But just as he felt that he would definitely win, I also felt that he could not jump out of my palm! The core of the method of turning the stars is to control the stars and timing. The principles and principles involved are very wide. The guy Jinfen cannot directly shake it. Therefore, the arrangements in the capital are very important..."

Xuanshan smiled and said the method and defects of the golden centipede in advance, and looked at the monk Wudang and said, "How is it, little monk, has the voice transmitted?"

After saying that, Xuanshan raised his hand and pressed it down. A thick black mist flew out from his long sleeves. The black mist floated in the air, constantly squirming and twisting, like a ball of mysterious mud.

Immediately afterwards, with a shrill howling, many twisted faces of resentful spirits appeared on the surface of the mud again, like a beast released from the cage, rushing towards the immovable monk: "Monk, let me see how many souls you can save!"

"Amitabha! Good! Good!" The monk Fudong proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the Buddha's light flowed behind him, and the shadow of the King Fudong appeared.

"Donor Yan, I'll stop you here. You can go to the city to help!"

"Okay!" Yan Chixia took a look at the occupation, and the human sword merged into a sword light and disappeared.

On the other hand, the battlefield between Yuan Qingwei and the Golden Centipede was in a stalemate. Yuan Qingwei, who had just destroyed the golden centipede shell to condense the golden lotus, was holding a conch in his hand, and the conversation between Xuanshan and the Modified Monk was constantly circulating.

"It seems that your allies are not very good!"

Faced with Yuan Qingwei's ridicule, Jin Wu said indifferently: "I have no friendship with Xuanshan, but he has a very right saying, I am sure of winning! Boy, you will definitely not be my opponent!"

After the golden centipede said that, it turned into a huge centipede dozens of feet long, spanning the void. The centipede was full of golden yellow, with thirty-six-section carp as if cast in gold, and the surface was vaguely filled with scales similar to carp.

Each section has five pairs of feet, different in size, just like five fingers, with auspicious clouds under the foot, and auspicious auras rising. There are eyes open between the sections and feet, and staring at Yuan Qingwei's eyes, which is indescribable horror.

What makes people feel most strange is that there is a Buddha Dharma image sitting upright above the centipede, with thousands of hands, with palm facing inward, and eyes are also opened on it, aiming at Yuan Qingwei.

In conjunction with the Buddha's Dharma image, the Buddha's light is set off where the golden centipede is located, just like the place where the light of heaven and earth gathers.

Yuan Qing sighed slightly, and started the Three Fire Light Bell, shook it gently, and a long needle as thick as an eyebrow flew out.
Chapter completed!