The Legend of Immortal Court

Chapter 736 Why is there another food delivery guy?
"The head of the Seventh Branch of the Xuantian Department has come here to see Taoist Yunji, Sitian Supervisor, and Master Mingding of Nanshan Temple."

It was a calm and steady voice, but also with a bit of majesty.

The sound was not loud, but it penetrated inside and outside the Taoist temple, as if it sounded in everyone's ears.

The person in charge of the seventh branch has mana condensed in his voice.

The magic power is thick and the voice is deep and condensed.

Taoist Yunji's complexion changed slightly, followed by a serious look.

The person in charge of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Department, his Taoism is no less than him.

Bai Xiangcheng raised troops to rebel and called himself Xin Dynasty. After that, he recruited practitioners from all over the world to establish the Xuantian Department, observe the celestial phenomena, calculate the terrain, and calculate the fate of the country.

In such a short period of time, there is such a person in the so-called Xuantian Department?
This person calls himself the seventh branch of the Xuantian Department, does it mean that before him, there are at least six others, not inferior to this person, and even better than this person.

"The climate of the Xuantian Department in the new dynasty is even more alarming than what Poor Dao thought. I'm afraid that the national teacher has been strictly guarding Nanshan Temple recently, but he has also ignored the expansion of the Xuantian Department."

Daoist Yunji was secretly horrified. He had worked in Sitianjian for many years and knew very well that Sitianjian had extraordinary background, so he looked down on the Xuantian Department of the new dynasty that had just formed... Now that he has come to his senses, the new dynasty The speed of expansion of the Xuantian Department far exceeded Si Tianjian's estimate.

If he continues to let it go, it will definitely become the real confidant of Si Tianjian.

Just when Taoist Yunji's complexion changed.

Seeing the old man in gray robe from the Xuantian Department, his face suddenly became pleasantly surprised.

He is the Huoshan Order of the Xuantian Department, and the person who came is the head of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Department. His Taoism is above him and his status is above him.

The person in charge of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Department is here at this moment, so it is naturally him who did it.

"Finally someone came to the rescue."

The gray-robed old man let out a long breath, feeling hopeful in his heart.

But when he saw Taoist Yun Ji of Si Tianjian, his heart sank a little.

This Yunji Taoist is not necessarily inferior to the head of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Department.

Moreover, in the Taoist temple, the truly unfathomable one is the young man who is retreating in the backyard.

The gray-robed old man suddenly felt somewhat hopeless and sad.

And Ming Ding was bundled into a ball, with a bitter expression on his face, and did not respond.

The three brothers, Zongping and Pingping, also felt quite speechless. Although this small Taoist temple was very popular in the past, all the people who came here were pilgrims and believers, ordinary people who asked for lottery to solve their doubts.

Now, all the people who came here were famous big shots.

Those with the lowest morals are also at the master level.

In the eyes of the three of them, the Venerable Master who has cultivated into a Yin God is an unattainable figure with profound and unfathomable abilities. He is a master of the level of his ancestors, and even his own tutor has not reached that level. .

Now in this small Taoist temple, there is actually a gathering of wind and clouds.

The three senior brothers felt very complicated in their hearts. They didn't know whether it was fear or a bit of honor.

Taoist Yunji looked solemn, and he had already drawn his sword out of its sheath.

And the person in charge of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Department has also set foot in the Taoist temple.

This is a middle-aged man, dressed in a black robe, with his hands behind his back, his expression is cold, and he is not afraid of Taoist Yunji in the face of Si Tianjian.

He glanced at the gray-robed old man, showing a bit of disdain, and his eyes fell on Taoist Yunji again, and said: "Sitianjian and Nanshan Temple are both important places for the Great Zhou court, but I, Xuantian The department is not a soft persimmon... The volcano order of my Xuantian department is not to be slaughtered by others."

Taoist Yunji said slowly: "In the eyes of the poor Taoist, you are all thieves and you must subdue the law. Not to mention a mere volcanic decree, even you, the head of the seventh branch, cannot escape the law of the poor. The end of the sword slaughter."

The person in charge of the seventh branch sneered and said, "As expected of a Taoist from Si Tianjian, you really have a serious tone."

He swept his eyes, but saw the monk who was also tied to the side, his pupils were slightly fixed, and countless thoughts suddenly appeared in his heart.

He knew that the volcanic decree of the Xuantian Ministry was trapped here, Taoist Yunji of Sitian Supervisor and monk Mingding of Nanshan Temple came here one after another, and now the safety of the volcanic decree is unknown, he thought about it, relying on his own cultivation level is not lower than that of Taoist Yunji and Mingding Monk, the party is coming.

But I never thought that the Taoist of Sitianjian would tie up the monks of Nanshan Temple.

Although Si Tianjian and Nanshan Temple were not on good terms, and they were secretly at war, but after all, they were both under the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but there was no real conflict between them.

But now the Taoist of the Sitianjian has started here.

So between Sitianjian and Nanshan Temple, has the face been torn apart?

Can the Xuantian Department benefit from it?
Countless thoughts flashed through the mind of the person in charge of the seventh branch.

But these thoughts also passed in a flash and were suppressed in the bottom of my heart.

With a solemn expression, he took out a round of seals and hovered in front of him.

"Taoist Yunji, I have heard the name for a long time, and I finally got to learn it today."

In the eyes of the person in charge of the seventh branch, there was a scorching fighting spirit.

Taoist Yunji also looked very dignified. He suddenly discovered that the Taoism of the black-robed middle-aged man in front of him might be a line higher than his own... Although the other party is not a yang god, but this person's use of the yin god is shown It means that it vaguely has the prestige of a real person.

But this is also expected by Taoist Yunji. If the other party has no certainty better than himself, why should he come to the Taoist temple and save people in his hands?

However, he was born in a Taoist sect and has been in Sitianjian for many years, so he is not necessarily inferior to the other party.

At the moment, the two are confronted with each other and entangled endlessly.

The sword energy is strong, like thousands of sharp needles.

The wheel of Fayin is like a knife light.

The two were entangled in energy, trying to find out the other's flaws, but although there were differences in their abilities, the difference in fighting skills was not very obvious, and they were at a stalemate for a while.

However, everyone in the Taoist temple was suffering.

The three brothers, Zongping and Ping, each found a place to hide. One hid behind a stone pillar, one hid behind a wall, and one turned down the altar and hid behind it.

But even so, the sword energy and sword light seemed to be everywhere, as if they penetrated through obstacles and acted on themselves.

Especially the Zongxiang who was hiding behind the altar felt as if he had been tortured, as if there were countless needles piercing his body, and there seemed to be many blades cutting the flesh of his body.

Although the altar was not damaged, it was like nothingness, unable to resist the fierce sword energy and the fierceness of the seal.

Zong Xiang's heart was trembling, and he continued to use his true energy to flow through his whole body, traveling all over his limbs and bones, to eliminate the influence, but it didn't have much effect.

The old man in gray robe and the monk Mingding were both restrained in mana and tied there, and now they were affected by the aftermath, which was the most desolate... Although they didn't directly kill them, under the aftermath of the confrontation between the two, they seemed to be in pain It's hard to say, even though they are not low in cultivation, their faces are pale and they are sweating profusely.

On the other hand, the little Taoist priest who followed Taoist Yunji gathered his mana, protected himself, and retreated towards the backyard. He was not restrained, and his Taoism was barely passable, so he suffered the least oppression.

"This person in charge of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Department is not inferior to Uncle Yunji?"

The little Taoist was terrified in his heart, and was hesitating whether to invite Su Shenjun, who was retreating in the backyard, to take action.

However, at this moment, a rainbow light passed by in an instant.

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Yunji looked dignified.

The master of the seventh division is murderous.

The entanglement between the two was like swords striking each other, becoming more and more intense.

Relatively speaking, the main path of the seventh branch is slightly higher, and at the moment of the crux of the competition, the advantage is revealed.

His eyes lit up, as if he had found an opportunity to make a move.

However, at this moment, a rainbow light came in an instant, cut into the middle of the confrontation between the two, and cut off the entanglement between the two.

Yunji snorted, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

The leader of the seventh branch felt his heart stagnate, his blood surged up, and then the back of his head suddenly hurt, and his eyes went dark.

"The Immortals of the Three Realms and the Six Paths have put down their seals and have not used them for a long time."

There was a young boy's voice, full of emotion from the vicissitudes of life.

Hearing this, the leader of the seventh division felt suddenly depressed for some reason, and fell forward.

There was endless entanglement in the field, and the aura of the two parties that was overflowing with residual prestige disappeared suddenly.

Everyone looked at each other.

The gray-robed old man and the monk Mingding were both out of breath, feeling like they were alive after a catastrophe, looking forward, they were even more astonished.

The three brothers, Zong Ping, all hesitated for a moment, and they all went towards the source of the struggle.

The little Taoist was even more stunned.

Just now, a ray of rainbow light passed by his side.

This rainbow light cut into the aura of Uncle Yunji and the Lord of the Seventh Branch, and along the trajectory, blinked behind the Lord of the Seventh Branch.

Then no one could see what happened.

The leader of the seventh division fell headlong to the ground.

And Hong Guang finally manifested his original body, which was the masked boy.

The famous Su Shenjun.

At this moment, in his hand, he was holding a long, dark block, like a brick.

"what happened?"

Su Ting held the brick and looked at Yunji, feeling a little startled, and asked, "It's all right, why is there another food delivery man?"

As the previous Taoist Yunji who delivered the food, he wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said respectfully: "This person is the head of the seventh branch of the Xuantian Department. ..."

After a pause, Taoist Yunji added: "This person may carry a lot of things."

Su Ting's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved to the little Taoist priest, "Come here and collect his body... No, he's not dead yet, so tie him up first."

Seeing that Su Ting made a move, the little Taoist knocked the opponent who was equal to Uncle Yunji to the ground, he was shocked and didn't dare to disobey, so he hurried forward.

Su Ting looked at Taoist Yunji, stroked his chin, and said, "You said that the Xuantian Department folded a volcano order here, and another leader of the seventh branch here, and we didn't kill them. The Xuantian Department knows that they are not dead, but just trapped here, will someone come to rescue them?"

Taoist Yun Ji jumped in his heart, hesitantly asked: "What does Master Uncle mean?"

Su Ting thought about it: "This guy is a small fish, it's a side dish, so will you catch a big fish later, and add a good dish?"

　Grandma suffered from lumbar spine pain and has been hospitalized for a few days. She went home yesterday in June and will accompany her in the hospital for a few days. The update time is uncertain, and she will code when she has time...

　　I remember that last year was also this month. I failed on the day I issued the book, and then I was in the hospital for ten days. writing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)