Longevity begins with alchemy master

Ripples in the void rise and fall, and a graceful figure falls like a feather.

With her toes slightly raised, Qingshuang stood on Luo Chen's thick shoulders.

He glanced down from the corner of his eye and frowned slightly.

"So ugly!"

Luo Chen's three faces showed surprise at the same time.

He never expected that Qingshuang's first words after coming out of seclusion would be these.

But with powerful enemies surrounding him at the moment, he had no time to criticize the woman's aesthetic taste, and a dull buzzing sound came out of his mouth.

"If you come out later, not to mention the embarrassment you'll suffer, you might not even be able to find my body."

"Is it that difficult?" Qingshuang disagreed.

Luo Chen sneered, "This ancient formation is specially set up for the gods. How about you try it?"

Qingshuang glanced indifferently at the many monks who surrounded them, nodded in approval at first, but then pulled the corner of his mouth.

"I have now recovered to my peak condition. Even if this formation reappears, it won't be able to do much to me."

Luo Chen was speechless.

He wanted to refute, but when he thought about Qingshuang's methods, he found that it was true.

Generally speaking, all formations in the world require space to be arranged, especially large formations with more participants, the required spatial environment becomes more demanding.

For Qingshuang, who is proficient in the way of space, this is simply not an option for him when he is in his prime.

Thinking of this, Luo Chen became more confident about this battle.

"I suffered a lot of losses earlier, so I'll have to trouble you to do more from now on."

Qingshuang glanced at Luo Chen, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and let out a light laugh.

Immediately, a strong demonic energy rose from her body into the sky, covering all directions.

The same happened to Luo Chen. A Nascent Soul field began to spread wildly with him as the center. All the people covered in it suddenly felt their magic power blocked and their bodies became extremely heavy.

But after Qingshuang appeared, the enemy's color had already changed!
The three-headed demon alone is difficult to deal with, and now there is a demon woman who claims to be the best person under the level of god transformation. The situation begins to deteriorate completely.

The confidence of the two people can be seen from the fact that they were talking to themselves as if no one was around.

Now that the two have joined forces and their momentum is rising, how should this battle proceed?

The head of the Prajna Hall and the head of the Damo Academy looked at each other, but the determination in their eyes did not waver in the slightest.

"Join the Vajra Demon Subduing Formation!"

Amid the roars, the monks around him suddenly changed again.

Using three as the number, they drew a circle on the ground and surrounded Luo Qing and the other man.

In response, Luo Chen just smiled contemptuously.

The so-called Vajra Subduing Demons is just a fourth-order formation that gathers the strength of three people. It is far inferior to the Arhat Formation that can condense the strength of thirty-six people into one.

Even the Thirty-Six Arhats Formation couldn't do anything to him, let alone the slightly weaker Vajra Demon Subduing Formation?
He took a big step forward, holding the Yuantu sword that was as long as a mountain ridge, and chopped down on the head.

Qingshuang Lotus took light steps and disappeared into the void. When she reappeared, she was already above the white-faced monk.

Capture the thief first and capture the king!
In this battle, the Hanging Temple was clearly led by the head of the Prajna Hall.

As long as we kill this person, the rest of the things will be much easier.

Faced with Qingshuang's attack, the white-faced monk became furious. He wrapped the rosary in his palm and punched out.

Vajra Prajna!

When the two fists collided, the white-faced monk retreated a hundred feet, but Qingshuang did not move.

After a brief pause, Qingshuang continued to chase the enemy without changing his expression.

And behind them was the powerful and invincible Luo Chen.

Blood flowers bloom like fireworks!
Life is like a flash of lightning, passing away in a flash!
Even if the heads of the seven academies took action at the same time, they were unable to suppress the arrogant Luo Chen.

Even if the Buddha's treasure hit the Qianzhang real body, Luo Chen didn't care. With the flow of source power, the injuries on his body were restored to their original state in an instant.

On the contrary, every time he swung his sword and smashed his stick, it brought unimaginable damage.

The deadly golden feather would pierce the body from time to time, leaving a huge bloody hole each time.

For a moment, the devil's power was rampant, the shadows were vague, and the situation became one-sided.

The onlookers, led by Lord Brahma, all turned pale when they saw this scene, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

Compared with the other four continents, the Western Desert is the continent with the poorest resources.

Therefore, the number of high-level strongmen is also the least.

As far as the human race is concerned, the number of people in the Nascent Soul stage and above does not exceed a hundred, far less than the other four continents.

The thirty-six eminent monks dispatched by the Hanging Temple this time can almost be regarded as half of the high-end combat power of the Western Desert.

Do not!
Not almost, but completely more than halfway.

Each of the eight academy leaders is at the level of a great monk.

The eight of them alone are enough to match ten, twenty, or even thirty or forty ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

The monks of the Hanging Temple led by them can be said to be the strongest fighting force in the Western Desert today. Without their spirit form, nothing can be done to them.

But even so, they were still suppressed by the witch Mo Luo, which was really hard to accept.

"Should we... help?"

A difficult voice sounded in the ears of Lord Brahma. It was Xiao Yan, the King of Daliang.

Lord Brahma asked back, "Who to help?"

Xiao Yan answered without hesitation: "Of course it's the Buddhist friends from the Hanging Temple!"

Lord Brahma asked again: "Why?"

Xiao Yan was puzzled. "They are Buddhist monks and representatives of our Western Desert Holy Land. If we don't help them, will we help the demon woman Mo Luo from another continent?"

The Great Brahma Emperor snorted and asked a soul-searching question, "The Glazed Pure Land is also part of the Hanging Temple. Master Xuandu was once the head of the Medicine King Academy. Demon King Qingshuang and Danzong Luochen are helping Master Xuandu. This battle is clearly an internal fight in the Buddhist Holy Land. How are you going to intervene?"

Xiao Yan opened his mouth, speechless.

"What's more..."

King Brahma's gaze fell on the moonlight glazed palace, his eyes full of envy.

"Master Xuan Du is about to enter the realm of Arhat, and the Hanging Temple will welcome the second true Buddha!"

At this moment, Xiao Yan and his group were not the only ones who were wavering among the onlookers.

The same thing happened to the group that came in later.

But after careful consideration, still no one offered to help.

It is true that most of the immortal cultivators in the Western Desert believe in Buddhism, but both parties involved in this battle are true disciples of Buddhism. They cannot help anyone and can only watch the two sides fight out the victory.

As for the so-called superiority and inferiority, after Qingshuang joined the battle, the balance of victory began to tilt rapidly.

Accompanied by a desperate scream, everyone looked in the direction of the sound and were shocked by what they saw.

In the bamboo forest, a white-faced monk was slumped on the ground, with his Buddhist beads scattered messily on the ground and a slender hand hanging above his head.

He looked at the indifferent woman with desperate eyes and opened his mouth, but it was too late to say anything.

Qingshuang just flipped his wrist and unparalleled magic power gushed out from his palm.

Strike the soul in the sky, destroy the temple, and shatter the soul!

Qingshuang turned around and looked at the thousand-foot-tall giant in the distance.

As if they had a tacit understanding, under her gaze, the thousand-foot-tall giant suddenly changed his attack methods and rhythm.

He put away the Hun Tian Stick and the Deadly Golden Feather, and held the Yuan Tu Blood Sword in one hand.

He opened his mouth and spit out five streams of light.

Then five hands began to make sword gestures at the same time.

The Great Five Elements Sword Formation begins!
Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, the five elements and five swords, the brilliant light flowed, and thousands of sword energies were like a river flowing back from the sky, covering dozens of people in the field.

The sword threads flowed, the sword energy surged and spit out, and wherever it passed, there was blood raining and screams were heard.

In the distance, Qingshuang watched this scene with a slightly solemn expression.

Compared with the last time, the sword formation Luo Chen displayed this time was several times more powerful.

Is it because he has more hands? Or is it because his soul has become more condensed? Or is it because his magic power has become more refined?
Qingshuang doesn't know.

She only knew that although she had made up for her shortcomings in spirit and soul, she was already protected by the Nether Soul Pearl, so her overall strength was not actually improved that much.

However, Luo Chen's improvement is in all aspects and is visible to the naked eye.

"I wonder if I can defeat him after refining the Jikong Flower?"

For some reason, Qingshuang began to compare herself with Luo Chen.

But before he had time to observe too much, Qingshuang's heart suddenly tightened.

Without thinking, she stepped into the void.

The direction was not towards the battle group where Luo Chen was, but the Moonlight Glazed Palace!

……

The Vajra Demon Subduing Formation was unable to do anything to Luo Chen, and when the Great Five Elements Sword Formation appeared, it became a one-sided massacre.

The screams of fallen fellow disciples could be heard in his ears. Huineng, the head of the Dharma Academy, showed compassion on his face, and looked through the sword formation towards the Moonlight Glazed Palace that was so close yet untouchable.

Put your hands together and chant the Buddha's name.

"Six junior brothers, please lend me a helping hand!"

The other six heads of the academies seemed to understand his idea, and they immediately formed a circle of three, protecting him with the inner three layers and the outer three layers.

When Luo Chen saw this scene, he immediately realized what the other party was going to do.

Yuan Tu raised his bloody sword high and chopped it off.

hum!
hum!
Two circles of light appeared, blocking the path.

The Yuantu Sword could hardly advance an inch.

"Humph!"

Luo Chen snorted coldly, and the power of the surrounding sword formation gathered together.

Five colors flow above the blood sword.

The big hand is urging with great force.

"break!"

With a push, a layer of golden light collapsed.

The heads of the three outermost academies collapsed to the ground as if they had suffered a heavy blow, their faces looking as pale as gold paper.

The power of the Yuantu Sword was still there as it slashed towards the inner defensive golden circle.

When the remaining monks saw this, they also launched attacks, wanting to rescue the one who was most needed.

Luo Chen didn't care and just relied on his physical body to resist. He was determined to stop the head of the Dharma Academy from doing anything.

however!
After resisting dozens of attacks and forcibly breaking through the second circle of light, the sword missed.

"No tree is not a platform, and it is not stained by dust!"

The head of the Dharma Academy calmly watched the huge blood sword pass by, then he floated up, no longer suppressed by the Great Five Elements Sword Formation, and escaped from the sword formation.

As soon as he came out of the battle, he waved his palm towards the Moonlight Glazed Palace from a distance.

With one palm strike, the arm was broken in the middle.

An arm filled with tremendous Buddhist power and shining with golden light pressed towards the Moonlight Glazed Palace.

Behind him, Luo Chen slashed with a sword.

In front of him, Qingshuang stepped out of the void, revealed his true form without hesitation, and transformed into a thousand-foot-tall divine bird.

Swish!
The sword light hit the body, and the body of the head of the Dharma Academy, who had no protection at all, instantly turned into blood mist.

The golden hand broke through the air and directly penetrated Qingshuang's body, trying to press down on the white-robed monk in the hall.

That is definitely not the arm of the chief of Dharma Academy!

Qingshuang ignored the injuries on his body, let out a sharp cry, flapped his wings, and stirred the void.

The golden hand that contained terrifying Buddha's power suddenly fell into a quagmire.

Behind, a thousand-foot-tall giant took a big step, crossed the space, and stretched out his six arms to grab the golden hand.

"Give it to me, come back!"

With the huge force, Luo Chen was forced to pull the big hand back.

The terrifying Buddha's power washed over Luo Chen madly, sweeping away all his strength and causing his thousand-foot-tall body to shrink rapidly.

Luo Chen's face was ferocious and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Whose hand is this?"

Qingshuang's body changed and transformed into a human form. He came to Luo Chen, stretched out his hand and held the golden hand with him.

The two of them worked together and forcibly pulled the golden arm back.

"Not enough! Still not enough!"

Luo Chen gritted his teeth, and the holy fire of Nirvana in his body transformed into a golden bird, which suddenly flew out and began to burn around the big hand.

At this moment, he no longer cared about accidentally hurting Qingshuang.

For a moment, Luo Chen, Qingshuang and the golden giant hand were all enveloped in the Holy Fire of Nirvana.

This is Luo Chen’s last trump card now.

The withered and flourishing divine fire protected him all the way out of the Yellow Springs Sea. It had little remaining strength, and even after absorbing the flesh and blood of Lian Yinpeng, it could only help him hold on for a short while under the Arhat formation.

The relatively weak Nirvana Holy Fire has become the last resort.

The moment Qingshuang saw the Holy Fire of Nirvana, his solemn expression became distracted for a moment.

Luo Chen didn't notice it. He just felt that it was still not enough, so he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood onto the Nirvana Holy Fire.

The fire suddenly became brighter!

And that terrifying Buddha power quickly disappeared under the burning of this holy fire.

Seeing this, Luo Chen couldn't help but feel happy.

But just when the Buddha's power was about to dissipate, a dark evil spirit that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time suddenly emerged.

Bang!
The demonic energy trembled, instantly knocking Luo Chen and Qing Shuang away, turning into an arrow that flew into the Moonlight Glazed Hall and directly pierced through the chest of the white-robed monk who was sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall.

outside the temple.

Luo Chen, whose body was surrounded by golden flames, was knocked to the ground and kept retreating.

Long gullies were carved into the earth.

Figures flew over from all around, trying to attack him.

Luo Chen didn't care about all this. He just stopped forcefully and looked into the hall.

"Still failed to protect him?"

At this moment, the sky changed.

A solid soul descended from the sky and sank into the body of the white-robed monk.

Immediately afterwards, immeasurable energy of heaven and earth flowed towards the white-robed monk along with the soul.

With the help of external force, Master Xuan Du, dressed in a moon-white monk robe, slowly opened his eyes.

He looked down at the demonic arm on his chest with a look of regret.

But this regret is fleeting.

"enough!"

He said "enough", and I didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to the dozen or so remaining monks in the Hanging Temple.

The entire Pure Land of Lapis Lazuli suddenly became quiet after these words.

Master Xuan Du calmly stood up and walked out of the Moonlight Glazed Hall.

His aura was no longer concealed and began to rise continuously.

Rays of divine consciousness came and went, transforming into divine thoughts, making people feel that their entire body, the past and the future, all became extremely clear.

Luo Chen stood up and looked at Master Xuan Du and the black left hand still stuck in his chest in doubt.

"Succeeded or failed?"

Qingshuang slowly landed beside him, stood side by side, and said softly, "It should be done."

It’s done, it’s done. What does “should” mean?

Qingshuang did not explain, but Master Xuandu slowly pulled out his left hand from his chest in front of everyone.

"This is the left hand of Mahakala. My fellow disciples, take a look. Is this the left hand of the Buddha or the left hand of the devil?"

The monks of the Hanging Temple were extremely shocked. All their fighting spirit and sorrow were suppressed by the terrifying evil spirit on that arm.

Master Xuan Du did not explain any more. He just waved his sleeves and streams of air emerged in the Pure Land, carrying the Brahma Emperor and his group towards the exit.

"My fellow Taoists, I need to clean up my house, so I won't send you any more."

In the blink of an eye, the group of Nascent Soul cultivators were "sent" out of the Glazed Pure Land without any power to resist.

And the entrance that had been open for many days closed in an instant and disappeared.

King Brahma and his group of monks floated in the void, staring at each other in bewilderment under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

They never expected that the final result would be like this.

The evil woman Mara overwhelmed all the monks in the suspended room and defeated all the leaders of the eight academies.

Mahakala gave up his left hand and severely injured Master Xuan Du when his soul was about to enter his body.

But that left hand clearly contained an extremely terrifying demonic energy?

Now that the Lapis Lazuli Pure Land has been closed, what will happen next?
This reminded me of what Master Xuan Du said before he sent them out.

Clear the portal!

Is it...

When everyone looked at each other, they already had the answer.

"Hanging Temple!" (End of this chapter)