Chapter 589 Stepping on the Golden Buddha, the Master of Si Falls

When the Emperor Bell rang, even the Daoist temple of the gods was twisted at this moment.

On the small brass ancient bell, the Taiqing Dao Book, Yuqing Dao Talisman and Shangqing Dao Text shone brightly, and the cloud pattern thunder seal, the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers all flowed with infinite light.

The Daoist temple is the magical power of the eighth realm. This yellow-robed old monk is not in the eighth realm, but he has reached the peak of the seventh realm and touched the realm of the gods, so he can send down the True Spirit Daoist temple from thousands of miles away.

Although it is an incomplete Daoist temple, it can still make most of the sixth realm helpless.

If it is before breaking through the realm, without using the immortal golden body, even if Zhang Jiuyang wants to break free from the shackles of the Daoist temple, it will be very difficult, but now with the ringing of the Emperor Bell, everything has changed.

The sound of the yellow-robed old monk knocking on the Buddha's head suddenly stopped, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

The Daoist temple transformed by his magical power seemed to have been forcibly taken away by someone at this moment.

Boom! !

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward, and every time he took a step forward, his body grew ten feet taller, while the golden Buddha statue became ten feet shorter.

After ten steps, Zhang Jiuyang was already shaking the sky and the earth, like a giant spirit in myths and legends, with one finger that could collapse mountains, and his eyes were like the sun and the moon hanging in the sky, majestic and unfathomable.

And the huge golden body that was originally as majestic as a mountain has now become as small as an ant.

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his foot and stepped on it like covering the sky and the sun, crushing the golden Buddha statue directly. The dojo dispersed, and he returned to the imperial study.

This was not because the evil spirit who claimed to be the Brahma God was killed by him, but because a wisp of true spirit sent down by the other party was crushed by him and turned into ashes.

Crack!

With a crisp sound, the solid black skull finally broke under the flames and turned into ashes amid the desperate cry of the female Sizhu.

Obviously, she was abandoned by the respected Brahma God.

But surprisingly, Zhang Jiuyang did not find her soul, as if her body was empty and her soul had been eaten away.

Thinking of the strange Buddha head, Zhang Jiuyang had a vague guess.

Any evil magic has a price. The female Sizhu can obtain immortality, perhaps she has already sacrificed her soul.

This made him frown slightly. It seems that the idea of ​​using the ghost-eating magic to find out the emperor's details is doomed to fail.

The emperor should have expected this step long ago, so he handed over the head of the female Sizhu.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the emperor with a meaningful look.

Just now, the old monk in yellow robe called the female Sizhu Yuxiu, and this name made him feel familiar.

Speaking of Princess Yuxiu, isn't she the daughter of the previous emperor who married to the Western Region Jialoulan Kingdom for marriage?

Thinking of the old monk who claimed to be a Brahma God in the Western Region, Zhang Jiuyang's heart condensed.

The female head of Jingye Division only appeared recently. Calculating the time, it seems that it was not long after the old monk escaped from the Immortal Palace.

"The Western Regions owe you a favor..."

Thinking of the words of the yellow-robed old monk, Zhang Jiuyang felt something was wrong. How could he represent the Western Regions alone?

Even if he had to represent, it should be the Gesang Venerable of the Tantric Nalanda Temple. How could it be him?

Have the Western Regions and Nalanda Temple fallen?

This is not groundless speculation. With the strength shown by the yellow-robed old monk, it is even better than the Gesang Venerable, the first master of the Tantric Buddhism. Even if he conquered the entire Western Region, it would not be impossible.

"Zhang Jiuyang, you have killed people, and Jingye Division is gone. You should also calm down your anger."

The emperor's voice interrupted Zhang Jiuyang's thoughts.

"Not enough."

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the emperor, as if he wanted to penetrate the bloated fat and see the other's soul.

The emperor frowned and said, "What else do you want? If you want the file in Qianling Mausoleum, I will not agree."

"Not the file, but I want someone from Your Majesty."

The emperor's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Who do you want?"

"Princess Yuzhen."

When Zhang Jiuyang said this name, he saw the emperor's face suddenly changed, and he became gloomy in an instant, majestic and unpredictable, as if he would be angry at any time.

"No."

"If Your Majesty doesn't give it to me, then I will ask for it myself."

Zhang Jiuyang made a further test. He shook the Emperor Bell again, and the surrounding void seemed to solidify all of a sudden.

The wind stopped, the clouds were still, and even the anger in the emperor's eyes solidified.

Roar! !

As if sensing that the emperor was in danger, the Shenzhou Dragon Vein suddenly moved, emitting a deafening dragon roar, and flew towards Zhang Jiuyang.

But the closer it got to Zhang Jiuyang, the slower the dragon vein flew, and in the end it even solidified in the night sky like a sculpture.

However, Zhang Jiuyang was not at ease either. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his mana was being consumed rapidly.

The Shenzhou Dragon Vein condensed the luck of hundreds of millions of lives, and the national luck of the Daqian royal family was more than ten thousand pounds. A wisp of dragon energy falling was enough to collapse the mountains. Zhang Jiuyang was now just like forcibly carrying a world on his back.

The Emperor Bell was not omnipotent. It also had a limit. If this limit was broken, the magical power would be broken, and Zhang Jiuyang would be backlashed, and even risked serious injury and death.

Seizing this precious opportunity, Zhang Jiuyang's figure flashed and disappeared, leaving only the ripple-like twisted void.

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

At this moment, everyone in the palace fell into stillness.

The next moment, he appeared in the Jade Pavilion and saw Princess Yuzhen in the crystal coffin again.

The other party was still as beautiful as ever, like a sleeping fairy, but Zhang Jiuyang keenly noticed that there was a red line on her wrist.

That's a scar.

This means that she had been taken blood again after Zhang Jiuyang left last time.

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. Sure enough, the emperor used him as a gun last time, deliberately letting him come to the Jade Pavilion and using his golden body to suppress the gradually awakening Princess Yuzhen.

After he left, the emperor could take blood again.

If he guessed correctly, Princess Yuzhen lying in the coffin was not unconscious, on the contrary, she was very awake.

She was resisting with all her might, trying to wake up.

Was the former emperor...really dead?

If you think about it carefully, there are actually some subtle flaws in Zhuge Yunhu's story.

Zhuge Yunhu said that it was Princess Yuzhen who turned into a zombie who bit the former emperor to death, but the former emperor was protected by the dragon vein and controlled the national defense formation, which was enough to compete with the seven realms. Even if Princess Yuzhen caught him by surprise, could she really bite him to death?

The late emperor was such a smart man that he plotted against Si Zhu and Yao Ji to death. Zhuge Yunhu quietly changed the formation in the palace. Could he really not notice it at all?

Zhang Jiuyang always felt that there was a secret hidden in it, a very shocking secret, so much so that Zhuge Yunhu had to keep his mouth shut and dared not say it.

As long as the secret could be figured out, everything would be clear.

They were unwilling to say it, but Zhang Jiuyang believed that Princess Yuzhen, the "victim", would definitely be willing to say it.

Zhang Jiuyang reached out to the coffin of longevity, ready to wake her up and release her.

You all don't want her to come out, and you all covet her longevity blood. If that's the case, then no one wants it!

But just as his hand was about to touch the coffin, a hand with a faint fairy light pressed his wrist.

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked.

This meant that the other party had forcibly broken the restraints of the emperor's bell and became the second person in the palace who could move freely.

The emperor's bell failed for the first time.

"Tianyuan, it's not time yet."

"Wait a little longer."

The Taiping Temple Master looked at him quietly and smiled slightly.

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