fifth form

Chapter 2795 Please Drop One

"It's here, it must be right, the palace here is the largest!"

Zhang Xuezhou took Shigong Buddhist disciples to two places.

The shuttle device was tampered with. Not to mention that Zhang Xuezhou was not very clear about the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches before, he was even more confused now.

After repeated deductions based on what he had learned, Zhang Xuezhou was able to barely figure out the rules.

A flash of light passed by, and Zhang Xuezhou appeared behind Shigong Buddhist.

When Zhang Xuezhou saw the memorial archway as tall as the main hall of Kunlun, he could not help but make a solemn promise.

"Finally found the main hall. I wonder where those two guys from the Immortal Court ran off to?"

Shigong Buddha's disciple looked into the distance and saw the palace in the distance was magnificent and golden, and the huge hall complex was luxurious and heavy.

Compared with Kunlun Heaven, the design of Lingshan is undoubtedly of a country-level.

It’s not without reason that Western religion is called a bitter and cold place, it’s just that it really can’t compare with others.

It can be seen that this area has been carefully cared for, and even the ancient pines have been trimmed into specific welcoming shapes.

But Buddhist disciple Shigong had no time to watch or explore. He just wanted to stop the two monks in the Immortal Court who wanted to seize the championship, and let them wait quietly and honestly.

After he had eaten the elixir of life, the longevity fruit, the drunken peach and other things, Shigong Buddhist thought that whoever wanted to take the Kunlun token could take it.

Looking at the palace area from afar, Shigong Buddhist couldn't help feeling a little anxious. He just wanted Zhang Xuezhou to continue leading the way so that he could reach the main hall of the Heavenly Palace as quickly as possible.

"This palace is divided into two gates, east and west. How about we search in two directions?" Zhang Xuezhou suggested.

"It would be fine if I met them, but what if you met them?" said Shigong Buddhist.

Shigong Buddhist had seen Zhang Xuezhou's ability and found that Zhang Xuezhou was a very good flyer.

But Shigong Buddhist only maintains this evaluation. After all, apart from flying well, Zhang Xuezhou has not shown any other refreshing abilities.

This kind of energy can be used for traveling, but it is undoubtedly very bad to use it in fighting.

The two men wearing iron masks can fight as representatives of the Immortal Court. Shigong Buddhist feels that even if the other party is inferior to himself, they will not be much worse, and it will be easy for him to beat Zhang Xuezhou.

"I will continue to show them the way when I meet them," Zhang Xuezhou replied, "and then I will take him to meet you!"

"Then...then you are really smart!"

Shigong Buddha thought a lot, but he did not think in the direction of peace. As a contestant, his thinking was indeed narrow.

After communicating with each other, the two of them moved forward step by step.

The palace complex here is generally only two to three meters high, which is about the height of two or three stories. The main hall in the center is about eight meters high.

For cultivators, this height is not difficult to reach, but the difficulty lies in the formation of the West Kunlun Holy Land.

Looking at the decrees and magic swords placed on the roofs of the major halls, everyone was well aware of the consequences of jumping into them.

Shigong Buddhist disciple walked through the left side door, while Zhang Xuezhou entered through the right side door.

The two of them were heading in different directions, to different areas of the palace.

"I wonder if there is any formation here that can lock up Shigong Buddha!"

The longevity fruit is not in Taoyuan, and the drunken peach is taken in limited quantities by Shigong Buddhist disciples and cannot make the other party drunk. Zhang Xuezhou's evil means are limited, and it is difficult for him to have any effect on Shigong Buddhist disciples.

After exhausting all his abilities, Zhang Xuezhou placed his hope on the formation of Kunlun Holy Land, trying to use the power of the formation to control it.

"Oops!"

After entering from the right door for only a few dozen meters, Zhang Xuezhou saw a flash of red light on the eaves of the corridor, and twelve lightning rods appeared around it.

These lightning rods were only two meters high, barely taller than Zhang Xuezhou, but there was visible electric current flowing on each lightning rod, blocking the surroundings into a lightning cage.

Zhang Xuezhou had just taken a step when he was struck by lightning. His speed of traveling was not bad, but his reaction was obviously a beat slower, which was also Zhang Xuezhou's long-standing shortcoming.

If he had the reaction speed of Shigong Buddha, he could jump out before this lightning cage was formed.

"Forcing your way through will cause the small formation to become a large one. The best way to get through is to not trigger the power of the formation!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt a little bad. Before he could use the formation, it had already caused him trouble.

He didn't force himself to continue breaking into the formation, but stayed in the lightning cage and waited.

After being struck by lightning nine times in succession, Zhang Xuezhou saw Bixia Yuanjun, whom he had met once before, coming towards him with a knife.

"It's me, my lady!"

Zhang Xuezhou reacted extremely quickly this time. After all, his mouth is not as fast as his body, and he spoke very quickly indeed.

"Holy Son? The Empress said that these days are the grand events of the Centennial Appointment. We were worried that you wouldn't be able to come back in time!"

Bixia Yuanjun, holding a knife, glanced at Zhang Xuezhou who was struck by lightning in the cage, and quickly made a move.

When the mechanism on the top of the eaves was pulled down, the crackling lightning from the twelve lightning rods suddenly subsided, and the twelve lightning rods turned black and inconspicuous.

"Thank you for your concern, my lady. I was delayed outside by some matters and only rushed back these two days!"

Zhang Xuezhou patted his clothes that were burned by lightning and quickly saluted.

"How did the Holy Son get stuck here?" Bixia Yuanjun asked after returning the gift.

"Don't mention it. I wanted to find some places to leverage my strength, but I didn't expect that I would fall first," Zhang Xuezhou said with a headache.

"The Floating Thunder Return Array here is just an appetizer!"

Bixia Yuanjun looked at Zhang Xuezhou who was trying to do something bad, and then looked at the formation methods at the outermost part of the Yaochi Palace.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't even avoid the outermost formation, so it would be very difficult for him to use the formation to harm others, especially since the clothes Zhang Xuezhou wore were not from Kunlun Yaochi Palace and there was no formation mark on his body. If he wanted to use the power of the formation, he could only harm himself.

"Who does the Holy Son want to target?"

Bixia Yuanjun asked directly.

As an elder of Kunlun Holy Land, Bixia Yuanjun is very familiar with the hanging mirror and water curtain performances of the Hundred Years' Agreement.

The cultivators in Kunlun Ruins could see the scene but could not hear the sound, so there was no need to be shy about what she said.

What is more important is that the emperor and empress who control the suspended mirror will adjust the monitoring according to the situation, or focus on monitoring their own saint sons and saint daughters to prevent accidents, or shift the focus after discovering the situation, so as to reduce the sense of being noticed, and will only pay attention again after determining the winner.

People can only see what the emperor and empress want them to see.

Bixia Yuanjun was not shy about asking directly at this time. If she could help Zhang Xuezhou, she would be happy to do so.

"I brought a friend with me, and he went in through the left door," Zhang Xuezhou said, "His name is Shi Gong, and he is a Buddhist from the Western Religion. I really can't beat him, so I thought of doing something!"

"Wet buddy? I'll remember that!"

Zhang Xuezhou expressed this with two meanings. One is that Shigong Buddha's disciple is a competitor, and the other is that the relationship between the two is not bad, so Bixia Yuanjun should not go too far when helping.

Bixia Yuanjun nodded, indicating that she had remembered Zhang Xuezhou's words.

"Now that he's here, don't think about leaving easily. You can go deal with the others first, and just wait for good news from the sisters!"

Bixia Yuanjun flicked her finger and the magic knife in her hand flew back behind her.

After she guaranteed to Zhang Xuezhou with a smile, Zhang Xuezhou nodded repeatedly.

As long as he can solve the big problem of Shigong Buddha's son, he will have to face fewer difficult opponents next.

Even if he faced Tathagata Buddha directly, Zhang Xuezhou would only be beaten up, unlike when he faced Shigong Buddha, where he could neither hit nor escape, and was stabbed all over by the opponent.