Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 212 Zhenwu Temple ([-])

The beautiful woman in the white dress took a deep look at Yi Chen's face, and without saying a word, she came to the No. 30 Third Bronze Divine Pillar.

At this time, there was a beautiful girl in colorful clothes standing on top of the sacred pillar No. 33. This girl's clothes were simple and made of very little fabric. Not only did she reveal her snow-white pink arms and thighs, she also didn't even wear shoes or socks. , bare feet.

"Fairy White, what are you doing?" the girl in colorful clothes, who had just entered the realm of real people, said calmly.

"Fellow Taoist, should I invite you down or should you go by yourself?"

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Because of the impromptu idea of ​​a certain bully, a chain reaction occurred in the entire sequence of bronze divine pillars.

Yi Chen didn't care at all about this, because at this time, his mind was completely attracted by a sound transmission that echoed mechanically in his ears.

"Transportation Array? The higher the serial number on the divine pillar is, the closer it is to the Zhenwu Pavilion? The first person to enter the Zhenwu Pavilion through many obstacles may receive the inheritance of True Lord Tianwen? The murderer in the hall Expelled from the palace?"

After this message was sounded once, it fell silent, but Yi Chen couldn't help but have doubts in his eyes.

Why does this Tianwen Zhenjun have such a sense of déjà vu as the Pirate King?

Yi Chen always felt a little weird, and he couldn't help but secretly increase his vigilance.

But don't panic, his mentality has changed now.

Compared with the treasures that he may not be able to obtain, the several powerful ghosts and the corpse king in this hall are more attractive to him at this time.

Unconsciously, the focus of his plan has been adjusted.

"What kind of treasure are you looking for? You are my treasure." Yi Chen licked his dry lips and silently remembered the appearance and mana of these people in his heart.

Another half an hour passed, and during this period more than ten people came to the hall one after another. At this time, the crowd suddenly made a noise, and most people looked at the two people who appeared in the hall in awe.

Yi Chen took a closer look and saw that it was a dwarf old man and a white-faced scholar who came hand in hand.

The dwarf old man has a ghostly aura around him, and the white-faced scholar has a faint demonic aura around him.

Seeing the dwarf old man and the white-faced scholar enter, a white-haired old Taoist with childish face standing in the fourth position of the bronze divine pillar opened his eyes with a fierce look on his face.

"Kiyouko, when did our Yinshan Mansion get so close to the Huangquan Sect? Your nose is getting better and better."

The dwarf old man and the white-faced scholar looked at the old Taoist with unkind eyes: "They still don't have as sharp noses as you, Yueyangzi and Lord Nongshan."

At this time, standing on the third bronze divine pillar, the old man dressed as an old farmer looked at the dwarf old man leisurely when he heard this, and said calmly: "Kiyuko, you'd better think through your words, otherwise I won't Do you mind planting you into my spiritual land?"

As soon as these words came out, both the dwarf old man and the white-faced scholar showed fear in their eyes and stopped talking.

The two looked at each other, occupying the sixth and seventh positions, and another silky chain reaction started.

The old Taoist with white hair and childish face and the miserable old farmer were naturally the two people in the inn that Yi Chen could not tell how deep their cultivation was.

Yi Chen watched all this quietly.

He has one more treasure.

very nice.

"Master Nongshan is so domineering. As soon as I came here, I heard that you were going to bury people to make fertilizer. You wouldn't bury me too, right?"

If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

There was a touching chuckle.

The next moment, a beautiful woman in palace attire came from the air, carrying a blue sword behind her. Her face was full of spring breeze, her chest was high, her hair was as black as ink, and she was wearing white stockings with a section of her calf exposed above the blue embroidered shoes. As white as jade, with graceful lines.

"Fairy Li is ridiculous. How can an old man with half of his body buried in the ground resist the power of a fairy's flying sword?" The old farmer who had said something to stop the dwarf old man had no choice but to laugh at himself when facing the new beautiful woman.

The beautiful woman did not answer, but came to Wen Renzhong like a flying fairy, staring at him closely with her beautiful eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wen Renzhong couldn't help but blush, and finally left the Ninth Divine Pillar to find the next unlucky guy.

Another two hours passed in the blink of an eye, during which time more than a dozen people came in. The most eye-catching among them was a thin old Confucian scholar holding a bamboo slip with an astonishing momentum.

Just as the bronze door outside the hall was about to close, an extremely majestic figure squeezed in dangerously.

This man was bald, with his breasts exposed, a string of thick Buddhist beads wrapped around his neck, and a roast chicken in his mouth.

The rough voice echoed through the hall.

"Haha, it's better to come early than to come by chance. I, Lao Xu, am really lucky."

"Hey, there are so many old friends, and you idiot Bie Canglong is also here. It seems that you are also here for the Xuantian Pill in Zhenwu Pavilion." As soon as these words came out, Yi Chen couldn't help but straighten his ears.

The name of the Xuantian Pill was well known to him. It was a middle-grade pill in the heavenly realm, and one of the very few great pills that could help advance to the True Lord Realm.

It is said that by taking this elixir, the probability of success in promotion can be increased by [-]%.

"Xu Wuxie, your mouth still smells as bad as before. Don't say anything you shouldn't, or you will die!"

The middle-aged monk with a python-robed face and a Chinese character, who had been sitting high on the first bronze divine pillar with his eyes closed for meditation, opened his eyes for the first time.

This person was actually born with a different appearance and had double pupils in his eyes.

Yi Chen also set his sights on the person who made the noise. He only knew that this person must be the top master of Zhen'an Division. He did not expect that this person was the commander of Jiangnan Dao Zhen'an Division, who was really domineering.

"Bie Canglong, what can't be said about this? Before the collapse of the Zhenwu Holy Sect, we used all the strength of the sect to refine a furnace of Xuantian Pill, which was in the Zhenwu Pavilion. The sect was destroyed not long after that. Only Tian Wenzhen You fought your way out of the siege after being severely wounded."

"Fellow Taoists, if you are interested in Xuantian Dan, you should be careful with Master Bin."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hall.

Some people looked surprised, obviously they didn't know there was such a secret.

Some people had angry expressions on their eyes, obviously they already knew what was going on and had other plans in mind.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Wu Xie's eyes flashed with a cunning look, and he came to stand in front of the copper pillar where Oni Yuko stood.

"Little dwarf, don't mind squeezing." The rough voice came out again. In Oni Yuko's shocked and angry eyes, Xu Wuxie's majestic body had already fallen on the divine pillar. With a twist of his butt, it turned out to be Squeezing Oni Youzi out of the range of the copper pillar.

The picture is quite funny.

Yi Chen looked at Xu Wuxie and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly.

The name of Xu Wu Xie was already well known to him.

This person has a mysterious origin, lives alone, and has extremely strong cultivation. He is a person at the pinnacle of the ninth level of the Real Realm. What is more famous for his temperament is his moody temperament.

Don't look at this man with a bald head and Buddhist beads, but he is actually completely different from Buddhism.

"It looks like this trip will be very interesting."

Yi Chen looked at the extremely powerful people on the first ten bronze pillars, but he laughed out loud in his heart.

This group of people all have their own agendas, and I don’t know if they have formed a secret alliance. Some of them even have deep hatreds among themselves, and they want to kill each other and then be quick.

The reason why they haven't taken action yet is entirely due to mutual restraint.

As we are about to enter, if we use our hands to cause damage, it will be detrimental to the rest of the trip, and it will also be easy for others to pick peaches, so we are restrained.

"Stir it up, stir it up, stir it up, stir it up and turn it upside down."

Yi Chen now saw that the funeral was not too big, with so many masters coming. At this time, he no longer had that much desire to rush to the Zhenwu Pavilion as soon as possible to fight for those treasures.

If the husband fights, he will be able to bully the small and rely on the strong to bully the weak.

His first choice is to first blast the gold coins from evil spirits, zombie kings, etc. who are not as powerful as him.

If Zhenwu Temple had not been born, it would not have been easy to find so many masters with crimson dots to explode the gold coins, and it would not have been easy to deal with the aftermath after a series of killings.

It's different now. There are many restrictions and dangerous places in this kind of cave treasure. It's normal for someone to die. This is the time for him to show his talents.

It would be better if the Oni Yuko could also be killed.

Yi Chen looked at the dwarf old man, and his murderous intention surged in his heart. Yinshan Mansion was an old friend. He had dealt with this force when he was in Longjiang Mansion and ruined their good deeds.

"That's it. To me, the treasured weapon is not as important as the crimson dots. If I can collect the remaining 13 crimson dots needed to advance to the [-]th level of True Skill, this trip will be considered a victory."

"If you still have some energy left, go into the Zhenwu Pavilion and have a look."

For a moment, Yi Chen was convinced that he was different from everyone else in the hall. The crimson dot was his best treasure, and the rest could be left behind.

Just as Yi Chen was thinking, a strong wind suddenly blew in the majestic hall, and the bronze divine pillar began to emit a rich milky white light.

After a while, he was already in a wasteland.

　I'm still rushing for the next chapter, and it will be posted early in the morning. It's almost [-] o'clock, so let's post this chapter first~
　　Thank you all for your monthly support and recommendation votes. These two chapters have laid a small foreshadowing, hehe.

　　
　
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