Chapter 728 Call to Lingshan Temple

The demonic clouds have completely gathered, and the sky and the earth are vast and gloomy, as if they have fallen into eternal night.

Fang Xing fell straight down, but there were too many demon spirits around him, biting and tearing around him, causing his powerless body to float in the air, wandering helplessly, and the speed of his fall slowed down, and Fang Xing Knowing that there was no luck anymore, he relaxed in his heart, changed to a more comfortable position, crossed his legs, and allowed those fierce and violent demon spirits to gather towards him, and sent him to the west.

Xiaoman...

Jin Liuzi...

Brother Pig...

Silly Qiaoqiao...

The old evil king...

Dalongnu...

And that honest girl Chu Ci... I heard that she had been waiting for him in the Chu Palace, but unfortunately she didn't have time to go there.

"Oh, forget it!"

I originally wanted to look back, but as soon as I thought about it, I felt that all kinds of thoughts were coming, and there was too much to miss, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

But even though I didn’t want to, I still couldn’t help but think about it. I thought about Senior Sister Lingyun who had gone to the Demon Land of Beiju in order to find herself, and later fought with the Fox Fairy in front of the Demon Palace and finally won the victory. I also thought about Senior Sister Lingyun. The Great Dragon Girl who has become the goddess of the four seas...

I also thought about Uncle Eleven, who was somewhere, dead or alive, and the ten wives he promised me...

"I still don't want to die..."

The more he thought about it, he felt unwilling to accept it. Fang Xing couldn't help but muttered: "The ten wives Uncle Eleven mentioned are not married yet..."

The already silent heart became agitated again at this moment.

Damn it, I can’t die!

There are beauties in this world, all charming and charming, with the warm fragrance of soft jade. How can you be willing to die before you have slept through them all?

There are treasures in this world, jewels and treasures, which are priceless. How can you be willing to die before you can snatch them all away?

There are sluts in this world who are vicious, ugly, and hateful in appearance. How can they be willing to die before they are all killed?

This is a colorful world. I haven’t stayed enough. Whoever you love will die. Anyway, I won’t die...

As soon as one thought arose, thousands of other thoughts arose. Fang Xing's dim eyes suddenly lit up, and some strength rose up in his body, shaking off the countless demon spirits that had rushed towards him. Gathering all my strength...

...started shouting at the top of his lungs: "Help..."

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There is really no other way, if you don’t want to die but you can’t live, then you can only call for help.

The sound was rolling, spreading to all directions, but no one answered. The Huangfu clan was almost dead. Who would save me?

However, just when he shouted for help, a sudden change occurred in the sky, but above his head, the demonic cloud that had gathered and completely blocked all the skylight surged up again, and a sword light appeared. Passing by, the sky was full of demonic clouds, and a hole was made at this moment, and in this gap, there was a man who walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

The man had white clothes and white hair, and his long sleeves fluttered like an immortal.

And behind the man, someone else came.

A monk who was eight feet tall and clad in golden light came in, walked towards a void, sat cross-legged and remained still, and recited scriptures.

After the monk, there were others, and one after another, the monks entered the magic cloud and determined a certain prescription position.

There were a total of eighteen people in front and behind, all of whom had golden bodies and were indestructible. They filled the void, and the sounds of ancient sutras sounded long and lingering in the void.

Even the rolling demonic energy within the Huangfu Clan was suppressed by their chanting voices.

The thousands of tyrannical demon spirits actually had a hint of clarity at this moment.

The man in the white robe stepped forward, waved his sleeves and swept away the demon spirits that were vying to bite Fang Xing, and held the mutilated body in his hands, with a gentle smile on his handsome face. Looking down at him, the wind was clear and the clouds were calm.

"Uncle Ten...Eleven, why are you here?"

Fang Xing tried his best to open his eyes wide, making sure that he was not an illusion, and he stammered after a long while.

Uncle Eleven Bai Qianzhang, whom he had never seen again since the Qingyun Sect, suddenly appeared in front of him.

This scene was so dreamy, and Uncle Eleven was so unlike a human being, that for a moment, Fang Xing couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

"My disciples are calling for help, how could I not come?"

Bai Qianzhang spoke jokingly, and there seemed to be infinite divine power on his arms, pouring into Fang Xing's body to suppress his pain.

"Oh, it's so embarrassing..."

Fang Xing wanted to raise his hands to cover his face, but his arms were so weak that he couldn't cover his face.

"Ha ha……"

Bai Qianzhang laughed loudly, his voice was extremely joyful.

"You...you are from Lingshan Temple...want to become enemies of our Huangfu family?"

A frightened and angry voice screamed from the slant, and the demonic clouds in the sky swayed again. A figure fell into the clouds in panic, holding a big flag to protect himself, roaring angrily at the golden monks in the sky, and suddenly It was Huangfu Jingduan, and this old man actually re-entered the demonic cloud. It looked like he was forced back, and above his head, a gray-robed monk who was three feet tall did appear, holding in his arms He was holding a white-haired woman, staring directly at him, her aura billowing out, gathering and dispersing invisibly.

The fair-weather monk was the same fair-weather monk he had met once in Qingyun Sect.

"You bullied my disciple and you still want to leave?"

Bai Qianzhang looked at Huangfu Jingduan with a half-smile, with a smile on his face but cold eyes.

"Your disciple? You...this little devil, when did you have a relationship with Lingshan Temple?"

Huangfu Jingduan's expression was as if he had swallowed a fly, the veins on his neck were exposed, and his voice was hoarse: "And he was the one who came to destroy our Huangfu family. He said that I bullied him. This is nonsense. You Lingshan Temple actually wants to help him do evil. Can’t do it?”

At this time, he was also filled with rage, almost as angry as mad. Just after he escaped from the magic cloud, he was blocked by the fair-weather monk. After several attempts, he could not escape and was forced back into the magic cloud. . I was so shocked that I couldn't help but have a terrifying thought. Could it be that Lingshan Temple was finally going to break with the Huangfu family head-on?

"Bring this little devil here!"

With all kinds of thoughts intertwined, he didn't have time to think about it, so he roared towards Bai Qianzhang and reached out to grab Fang Xing.

As the ancestor of Nascent Soul, he has a clear mind and knows what to do at this time!

As soon as he saw that the situation was not good, he immediately took action to snatch Fang Xing as a threat.

The fair-weather monk who blocked his way had advanced cultivation. He knew that he was no match for him, so he wanted to snatch someone from the hands of the white-haired man who could not see his cultivation at that moment. As long as he snatched away the little devil in his arms, I still have a glimmer of hope today...

Boom!

The Destruction Phantasm was pushed to the extreme, and its big hand spread across the sky and spread out the void. The power was astonishing, and it directly locked onto a side of the void, like a giant palm as big as the sky, viciously grabbing the slender man in white.

The situation was too serious, and he took action with all his strength.

However, facing his palm, the man in white didn't even look at him. He just freed up a hand and pointed in the air. It seemed like a light finger, but it was full of Tao Yun and mystery. It was impossible to hit Huangfu Jingduan, no matter the distance or the size of the shape, but this point happened to come over, and Huangfu Jingduan's head came over and was hit.

"Forehead……"

All of Huangfu Jingduan's roars were choked back in his throat, and the great Dharma Prime Minister froze immediately.

With this guidance, his Dharma form shrank rapidly and poured back into his body. Then, cracks appeared on his body, just like porcelain. After being stagnant for a long time, it suddenly shattered, and the fragments turned into flying sand, flying in the air. , disappeared into the void, and where the physical body stayed, there was only a small Huangfu Jingduan, with all his hair and beard intact, his body covered with purple light, and his expression dull.

"The biggest joke in Nanzhan in the past three thousand years is the Huangfu family!"

The white-haired man spoke calmly, and then with a flick of his finger, even the Nascent Soul was destroyed.

From the beginning to the end, he only moved a finger and wiped out a Nascent Soul cultivator invisible.

"You...you killed the ancestor of Yuanying?"

Fang Xing was already feeling very tired, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but scream in a low voice.

Bai Qianzhang smiled faintly and looked down at him: "It has nothing to do with me, you killed him!"

"Oh, let me blame you. Let me take the blame for you..."

Fang Xing rolled his eyes: "I'm not talking about you, Uncle Eleven. What you did is really unethical. How can you live up to your noble demeanor? After so many years, I regard you as a good person. Don't be busy." I really missed you during the robbery, but as soon as we met, you gave me such a big blame. You said you made me love you, except that your hair is white, but your heart is dark..."

Fang Xing chattered endlessly, and Bai Qianzhang couldn't help but smile bitterly and pointed.

"You'd better shut up!"

"Forehead……"

Fang Xing stared to object, but his eyelids couldn't help but become heavy, and sleepiness came over him like a wave.

Bai Qianzhang hugged him and floated slowly to the bottom of the black water lake. Just below, next to the dark prison that Fang Xing broke through, there was an inconspicuous three-story altar. On the first-floor altar, there were There are dozens of black beads dripping down, each one is crystal clear in appearance, but there is a strange black energy surging inside, which does not stop for a moment, making it look magical and abnormal, and contains majestic Tao power.

Bai Qianzhang waved his sleeves and put all the dozens of beads into his sleeves. Then he paused slightly, and two more beads flew out from his sleeves. One was stuffed into Fang Xing's mouth, and the other was stuffed into Fang Xing's mouth. He entered the mouth of Xiao Xue, who was wrapped in the golden Buddha light of a monk not far away, and then used his magic power to write a line of large characters with flying dragons and phoenixes on the first-floor altar: "Fang Xing did this!"

Just write it, I lowered my head and looked at it. I felt very satisfied, and then I waved my sleeves again.

He opened the first layer of the altar, revealing the lower layer of the altar, but it was a shallow layer of liquid, shining with precious light.

Bai Qianzhang took out a porcelain bottle, collected all the shallow liquid, and wrote another line of words without leaving any drop.

"It was Fang Xing who did it!"

After taking the items from two levels of the altar, Bai Qianzhang smiled, looked at the third level of the altar, and whispered leisurely: "The Huangfu family has sealed thousands of great demon spirits in the Blackwater Lake. If the once prosperous The huge demon clan's heritage has been suppressed in this lake. For thousands of years, its essence has been extracted for one's own use. Firstly, it can be used by the monks of the Huangfu clan to understand the power of the withered netherworld and practice the art of destroying the divine machine. Secondly, it is This essence is used to cultivate the rare black water lake spirit in the world, which can be used by monks to resist thunder disasters. The third is the most precious creation spirit fluid in the world to repair the soul. It is difficult to replace a drop of it with ten thousand spirit spirits... But the most precious thing is, It was sealed at the bottom of the lake from the beginning..."

With a wave of his sleeve, the second level of the altar was also lifted out, revealing the bottom level of the altar.

At the bottom, there is only an irregular piece of dense precious light, only the size of a fist, which changes shape and form from time to time. When this light appears, the demonic clouds in the sky are rolled up, and those who were originally fierce and unparalleled, competing to kill, were later captured by the eighteen demons in the sky. A golden Arhat restrained the demonic spirits, and the demonic spirits were much restrained. At this moment, they seemed to have suddenly regained some sanity, and the demonic intent became even stronger. All the heavens were shaken by the demonic intent.

But the eighteen golden Arhats in the sky also chanted sutras a little louder at this time, suppressing thousands of demon spirits again.

Bai Qianzhang didn't even look at the group of demon spirits, but looked solemnly at the ever-changing group of treasured light. His low voice spread bit by bit into the sleeping Fang Xing's sea of ​​consciousness: "Wan Xing The source of the spiritual path... The Huangfu family was able to seal thousands of demon spirits in the Blackwater Lake so that they could not escape. They relied on the ancient seal passed down by their ancestors. However, it ensured that the dead demon spirits would not dissipate for three thousand years. This is the source of Tao extracted from the bodies of all demons... Haha, yin and yang are illusory and constantly changing. There is no foundation for all things in the world. Without this source of growth that has reached the extreme, how could there be such a thing? Where is the black water lake spirit who was defeated to the extreme?"

When he said this, his face suddenly became solemn, and his desolate voice spread throughout the void: "Dear friends from the demon clan, my disciple helped you break the three-thousand-year ban. In return, I used the source of your spiritual power to repair his spiritual path. How is it?"

"Roar……"

In the void, the suppressed demon spirits, even if they lost their minds, seemed to know that they were about to lose the most precious thing. At this moment, they roared in unison, and then struggled desperately, as if they were coming to stop them. The white-haired man absorbed their most precious thing, and the crazy struggling power burst out, almost making the eighteen Arhats unable to suppress it.

But Bai Qianzhang ignored it. With a wave of his sleeve, the ball of precious light flew up and went straight into Fang Xing's body.

At this moment, some strange changes occurred in Fang Xing's body, and traces of spiritual energy seemed to rush out of his body.

Bai Qianzhang's ten flying fingers touched his body, and a series of runes were imprinted on the surface of his body, like a spider web wrapped around Fang Xing's body layer by layer, imbuing this body with spirituality. All the precious light was sealed within his body.

After that, he smiled softly and waved his sleeves, leaving a line of writing on the altar on the third floor.

"Fang Xing's master did it!"