After Wenjian broke free from the seal, he had another realization and his strength improved by leaps and bounds. However, he did not join the battle circle immediately. He sat cross-legged on Xiao Yan, looking thoughtful.

He also knew what Wenjian was comprehending, so Ling Tian was not in a hurry. He took back the two clones and compressed a kind of vision field, and his strength increased again. The heavy halberd in his hand was like a mountain, unstoppable.

He swung the heavy halberd and knocked away several more monks. At this time, there were still several people in front of Ling Tian. As long as he got past these few people, they could break through the encirclement. At that time, they could easily escape with Xiao Qi's speed.

With the breakout in sight, Ling Tian was excited. The heavy halberd danced like the wind, and the sky was filled with shadows of the halberd. The power was astonishing. He wanted to break through the siege in one go.

But when he attacked the last few people, Ling Tian felt a sense of danger, as if he was being targeted. Looking closely, he saw several figures rushing straight from the front. They were very fast, with a tyrannical aura permeating the air.

Fierce.

"No wonder I think they are so strong, they are Buddhist cultivators." Seeing the strong Buddhist aura coming from the visitors, Ling Tian's brows became more serious, and he said to himself: "They don't care much about the aura of death, they can wield it

With the strength of an immortal, I'm afraid it might be a bit troublesome now."

Just as he was thinking about it, the monks had already arrived dozens of feet in front of Ling Tian. They chanted the Buddha's name to him, and then smashed it down with a Buddhist Zen staff.

This man was gleaming with golden light, and his skin was like gold and stone. And the strangest thing was that as he flew, his body skyrocketed. When he came to Ling Tian, ​​he was already nearly ten feet tall. With this appearance, it was obvious that he had also cultivated a Buddhist golden body.

The body of the Buddha is as tall as a mountain. At this time, the man is like a divine Buddha walking in the world, majestic and solemn. The Zen staff is powerful and heavy, like a mountain, and it is unstoppable.

Seeing the Zen staff strike, Ling Tian's body turned around, his halberd was heavily shadowed, and then he turned into one and faced it boldly.

There was a loud noise, and the whole world was filled with the sound of gold and stone clashing. The sound waves rippled and were deafening. Some of the monks nearby were so shocked by the sound waves that their energy and blood boiled, and blood faintly overflowed from their mouths and noses. They hurriedly retreated a distance to dodge.

After a long time, the dust settled, and Ling Tian and the monk were seen standing looking at each other, but both of them were now more than ten steps back from their previous positions. Ling Tian's arm holding the heavy halberd trembled slightly, and there was faint traces of blood on the tiger's mouth.

And his face turned pale, and he took a few deep breaths to recover.

Looking at the monk again, he was even more unbearable, his whole body was trembling, his Buddhist golden body had faint cracks, and wisps of blood overflowed, and bloodshot eyes also overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Obviously, Ling Tian slightly gained the upper hand with this blow.

"Ling Tian, ​​this person is so strong. You compressed the five realms of visions and hit the heavy halberd with the three-fold punch technique, but you still only have a slight upper hand." Po Qiong's tone was full of surprise,

Then he became worried: "The few monks behind him should be as strong as him. I'm afraid they will be in trouble this time."

"This man has cultivated a Buddhist golden body and is extremely powerful. It's already amazing that I can have a slight upper hand." Ling Tian said, even though he said this, his expression became solemn.

After a blow with the monk, Ling Tian was knocked back more than ten steps. As a result, he was forced into the encirclement again, and during this period, more than ten people surrounded him. It was even more difficult for him to break out.

Thinking of this, he became worried.

"Amitabha, little brother, you are so young, but you have such strength, your future is limitless." The monk said the Buddha's name, his expression was solemn, his tone was full of appreciation, and then he changed his tone: "The heavy halberd in your hand

It should be a divine weapon, it's very powerful, but you can't escape today."

Looking at the Zen staff in the monk's hand, there is a deep finger mark where it intersects with the heavy halberd. Obviously, the material of his weapon is much different from that of the heavy halberd.

"Master, monks should be compassionate, why do you want to help others do evil?" Ling Tian asked while adjusting his breath.

"Amitabha, it's a sin, it's a sin." The monk said the Buddha's name again, and his expression became more solemn: "I am a poor monk who is traveling. I saw you, little brother, filled with murderous intentions and killing living beings. God has the virtue of good life, so I hope you will put it down.

Butcher knife."

"I only know that heaven and earth are unkind, and cultivators are practicing against heaven." Ling Tian was unmoved. He glanced at those who besieged him and sneered: "Master, you are a bit arrogant. If I don't take action,

I’m afraid I’ll be killed by them.”

"Little brother, you have misunderstood. Master Tianzun wants to invite you to the immortal world and will not kill you." The monk frowned slightly.

"I'm afraid that old man Tianzun won't let me stay." Ling Tian imitated Mo Yue's tone, and then sneered: "Master, I'm afraid you don't know why Tianzun is looking for me, and you can't guarantee my safety."

"This..." The monk was speechless.

"Ling Tian, ​​you dare to be disrespectful to Tianzun, so what if I kill you!" Li Huo rebuked coldly, and then looked at the monks: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and capture Ling Tian for me. Listening to his tone, he is serious

He is the person that Lord Tianzun is looking for."

Hearing this, the monks frowned slightly, but thinking of Li Huo's identity, they clenched the Zen staffs in their hands after a slight hesitation, obviously ready to take action.

"Brother Ling, I'm afraid it won't work to reason with these people." A calm voice sounded. Following this voice, Wenjian's figure flashed to Ling Tian's side. His eyes were filled with golden light, faintly killing.

The meaning of cutting: "There is too much evil in this world, and facing these evils we can only reason with them with the sword in our hands."

Hearing this, Ling Tian was slightly startled, and those in the Immortal Palace also frowned slightly.

Wenjian has always given people a gentle and elegant image, but no one has ever seen him so full of murderous intent. For a moment, it seemed as if they didn't recognize him.

Knowing that Wenjian became like this because of this blow, Ling Tian smiled slightly and patted Wenjian on the shoulder: "Brother Wenjian is right, our kindness is reserved for our relatives and friends.

The best way to deal with these evil people is through force."

With a slight smile, Wenjian nodded, and then stopped talking. However, he used his long sword with great sword intent. He expressed his position with practical actions.

"Jian'er, do you really want to rebel and leave the Immortal Spirit Palace?" Mo Wen's voice was slightly hoarse, and he looked at Wen Jian with a complicated expression.

"Master, this is the last time I call you Master. After this call, we, master and disciple, have severed all ties." Wenjian's voice was very slow, but there was something undeniable about it. As he spoke, he lifted the long sword in his hand, and a piece of his sleeves and robes followed.

The wind rises.

Listening to Wenjian's cold words, Mo Wen's body trembled a few times. He hurriedly explained: "Jian'er, we have no choice but to seal you. You..."

"Ha, it's a helpless move?" Wenjian sneered, and his voice became a bit colder: "Isn't it just that I am worried that I will make a big fuss about the wedding and you will be implicated? I have begged you so many times, but have you ever listened to me? Look at it.

The person I love the most is threatened but I can't do anything. Do you know how I feel in my heart? It's even worse than killing me!"

"Jian'er, I..." Mo Wen was speechless, but his figure became a little stooped, as if he had aged by dozens of years.

"That's fine. I, a useless disciple, was not with you in the first place. Now that we have severed all ties, we will not implicate you anymore." Wen Jian said, and then he glanced at Wen Wen and Situ Feiying and others: "We

It’s not the same, Senior Qianju is right, the Fairy Palace is too indifferent, there is nothing to miss here.”

"Junior brother, have you forgotten how Master taught you and pampered you?" Wenwen scolded angrily.

"Senior brother, this is also the last time I call you senior brother." Wenjian chuckled, but his smile was quite lonely. His expression changed, and his tone was a little colder: "Senior brother, as a junior brother, I give you one last piece of advice.

Be open-minded, otherwise sooner or later you will be ignited by the fire of jealousy and lose your mind."

"Wenjian, don't talk nonsense!" Wenwen was furious when Wenjian was 'accused' in public.

"Brother Wen Jian, why worry about him anymore? He won't understand your kindness." Ling Tian shook his head, he looked over and asked, "Wen Wen, don't forget the bet between us. Now it seems

There are only five hundred years left, then you will be waiting to die."

Ling Tian had an unending bet with Wendao. Now that a thousand years have passed, there are only 500 years left before the deadline of 1,500 years.

Hearing this, Wenwen's heart skipped a beat. He had successfully overcome the tribulation at this time, and he was afraid that all the immortal energy in his body would be transformed soon. After breaking through to the heavenly immortal, he was full of confidence. He thought he could easily kill Ling Tian, ​​but today

Seeing Ling Tian take action, he was shaken in his heart. He knew that he had little chance of winning against Ling Tian.

"Humph, we have to wait until you have your life to escape." In front of so many people, he asked and could only bite the bullet and said.

"Haha, just be tough." Ling Tianlang smiled, then glanced at Granny Qianju: "Senior Qianju, we will leave the Fairy Palace in a moment. Do you have anything else to say to these people?

?”

Ling Tian's tone was quite relaxed, as if he could leave the Immortal Spirit Palace at any time, which made the people on the Lihuo side furious.

"Hehe, actually what I want to say, Wenjian, this guy has already said that this place is too indifferent, and the people here are not like me." Granny Qianju smiled strangely, then looked at Zhuge Qingtian, and changed her tone: "Gong

Lord, considering the relationship between friends for so many years, I would like to advise you again to leave the Immortal Palace and ascend to the Immortal Realm as soon as possible. Otherwise, I am afraid that you will watch the destruction of the Immortal Palace with your own eyes. This is your hard work for tens of thousands of years. To you,

It’s too cruel.”

"Alas, Qianshou, I can't help myself. The matter has reached this point and I have no way out. I hope you can understand." Zhuge Qingtian sighed softly, his voice full of helplessness.

"Qianshou, you traitor!" Situ Feiying yelled angrily.

"Don't open your mouth, you despicable villain. It's only because of people like you that the Xianling Palace is like this." Granny Qianju sneered, then glanced at Ling Tian: "Just wait for Ling Tian to destroy you, it's really embarrassing.
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