My disciple is Sun Wukong

Chapter 417 Long live the ancestors (8)

【420】Long live the ancestors

"Zhenwu Killing Formation—start.

There were 81 beams of light on the Tai Chi school, and each beam of light had a small flag with a black and yellow Tai Chi pattern on it.

Then 81 beams of light converged into a huge light cluster in mid-air, and the light cluster fell down and turned into an inverted transparent mask, firmly protecting the entire Tai Chi School.

"You evildoers, are you bullying me that there is no one in the Tai Chi sect?" Zhang Peiran was suspended in the air, with a face like a diamond glaring at him, and sternly scolded, his voice like thunder.

"Monster? Zhang Peiran, don't you fart, the treasures in the world are those who are virtuous. Quickly bring the treasure you found."

The sky is already covered with all kinds of martial arts, some have grandeur, some have strange and evil temperament, some wear Taoist robes, some wear monk clothes, some Confucian shirts and scholar clothes, and some are colorful.

There are various magic weapons under their feet, such as flying swords, flying gourds, precious knives, Buddhist beads... There is even a horned dragon, and so on. All kinds of colorful lights bloom together, dazzling in the sky.

"What baby?" Zhang Peiran was puzzled.

"Tsk tsk tsk, are you still acting? MLGB, Oscar owes you a little golden man!" The real White Snake of Qingcheng Daomen said sarcastically, and the horned dragon under his crotch also spat out a long letter, baring its teeth and yelling at Zhang Peiran.

"That's right, don't pretend, quickly take out the treasure, good things need to be shared by the big guys."

"If you don't hand it over, we will destroy your Taiji faction together!"

"All of you Taiji sect disciples are full of aura, and the most common little Taoist boy is holding a low-grade spirit sword, which is one level higher than the top-grade magic weapon of my sect leader. Do you dare to say that you have not picked up a treasure?"

"That's right, Daotong has all the low-grade spirit treasures in his hands, maybe there are top-grade spirit treasures hidden too!!"

"Hurry up and take out the treasure you got from the ancient immortal ruins."

In mid-air, the clouds rolled, and the shouts and curses shook the sky.

Six sects and hundreds of casual cultivators joined forces to attack.

Zhang Peiran understood it, and angrily shouted:
"These treasures were all rewarded by my ancestors of the Tai Chi sect. There are no ancient immortal ruins at all!"

"If you say no, there will be no. Who are you kidding?"

"Everyone has a spirit sword. You said it was given by the ancestors. Are you kidding me?"

"Your Tai Chi School has been passed down for 700 years. When did you have such a thing as an ancestor?"

"You don't mean to say that Zhang Sanfeng was reborn and rewarded you?"

"No matter what reason you make up, if you don't take out the baby today, we will stay here and not leave."

The six sects stared at each other, staring at Zhang Peiran and the old Taoist priests.

Zhang Peiran and others are really wronged, really wronged, this is the guilt of everyone who is innocent.

With Zhang Peiran's temperament, he is not arrogant enough to be able to surpass the six major schools and hundreds of casual cultivators.

However, after taking out the things bestowed by the ancestors,
How is that possible?

An old monk with white eyebrows in a purple-gold cassock stood on a string of purple-gold Buddhist beads. He said sharply, "Let's not talk nonsense. As long as Sect Master Zhang hand over the treasures and distribute them reasonably, we won't mess around, otherwise many Things are not easy.”

"Dreaming." Zhang Peiran said: "Don't think that there are too many of you, my ancestor of the Tai Chi Sect has already passed the catastrophe and became an immortal. If he knows that you dare to besiege the Tai Chi Sect, you will all die."

When the voice fell to the ground, everyone on the scene burst into laughter!

"Hahaha, what funny thing did I hear? He said that the ancestor of the Taiji School passed the tribulation and became an immortal?"

"Bah, in these 1000 years, has anyone overcame the catastrophe and become a fairy?"

"This bragging ability is really amazing!"

"It's still made up in a decent way, do you think we were scared out of it?"

A group of monks shouted and cursed with all kinds of obscenities.

Suddenly, a burst of sword sounded.

A handsome middle-aged man came to Zhang Peiran with a flying sword.

The whole body is filled with soaring evil spirit, like a peerless sword with a faint cold light.

His eyes were cold: "Master Zhang, as long as you give me a high-grade spirit sword, I will immediately turn around and leave. I don't want anything else!"

This person is none other than Emperor Xie Dong of Excalibur Villa!

Known as "the best sword in the world".

30 years ago, it was No. [-] on the Tianjiao list!

30 years later, Ye Xuan took the lead!
But in the past 30 years, no one has seen him make a move, so many people think that his strength has already broken through the supreme martial arts and stepped into the realm of martial arts.

He was stepping on a low-grade spirit sword.

In the heart of a swordsman, only the peerless sword can arouse the desire in the heart!

And the most common Daoist of the Taiji sect held low-grade spirit swords in their hands, which made him very unhappy!

Dust on the spirit sword is a very sad thing for sword lovers.

"Our Qingcheng Daomen only needs ten low-grade spirit treasures and two middle-grade spirit treasures." The real white snake straddled the horned dragon aggressively.

"Our Shushan Sword Sect is the same." The real person without a word said in a calm voice.

"The Dao sect is the same." Mo Yu also said.

"Same." Kunshan faction He Taixu expressed his opinion.

"Same." Shaoyang Buddhist Master Powang said.

……

"fart."

Zhang Peiran could see that there was no choice but to fight today.

So, let's fight!

Tai Chi school, fearless in a hundred battles! !
In an instant, a war broke out in the sky. Hundreds of monks from the six sects drove their magic weapons and directly rammed into the dozen or so Taoists of the Taiji School in the sky.

And Taoist priests with insufficient strength, Taoist boys, can only watch helplessly.

Zhang Peiran and a dozen or so old Taoist priests could barely stop these people, relying entirely on the low-grade spirit sword in their hands, plus the reason of the "Zhenwu Killing Formation"?

But over time, it will be a matter of time before they are breached.

Seeing that Zhang Peiran and others of the Taiji sect were retreating steadily from left to right, at this moment, a hundred-meter-long sword energy that cut through the black clouds suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

Hundreds of monks from the six sects who besieged the Tai Chi Sect collapsed, all the martial cultivators were seriously injured and fell, and even those below Wu Zong disappeared.

Even Emperor Xie Dongdi, the number one divine sword in the world, was no match for this sharp edge, he vomited blood and fell down, and the low-grade spirit sword in his hand was even shattered into two halves.

They looked up at the huge sword light in disbelief!
And after the sword light flickered, a handsome young man in the sky came step by step on the auspicious clouds, his white robe bulging with the wind, and his long black hair fluttering in a mess. He really looked like an immortal descended from the Nine Heavens.

"It's the ancestor!"

"The grandfather is back."

"Hahahahaha... the people of the six sects are finished, and the ancestor has become a fairy!"

"Long live the ancestors!"

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(End of this chapter)