Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 89

There are two layers of ice and fire inside and outside the body, and the roar of dragons and tigers continues one after another.

Yao Ziyu's face was stern, and after wiping off a trace of jealousy, he said sharply: "How could my Xuanmen Taoism fall into the hands of mortals, this child must have stolen it!"

He shouted loudly: "Boy, return my Dao Zhang!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the seal above Xia Houchun's head.

Fang Xirou's eyes turned cold, "How dare you!"

With a flash of light in her hand, the dharma sword Jiu Qiuyue wheezed out of its sheath, and slashed across.

"Chichi."

In a flash of light and flint, Jiu Qiuyue cut off sparks on Yao Ziyu's arm that was glowing with aura, making a hissing sound.

The subject was blocked, and after Yao Ziyu snorted coldly, he suddenly grasped his sharp claws, changed his grip into a palm, and patted Fang Xirou.

The witch's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Looking for death!"

She tapped her finger lightly, like Qiuyue's long sword trembling, there was a loud buzzing sound, as if the sword spirit had awakened.

Then, the moonlight bloomed, and there were countless phantoms, swallowing Yao Ziyu's palm with overwhelming momentum.

Yao Ziyu turned backwards, but Fang Xirou followed suit, shouting, "Xiaoyue Sword!"

The sword technique is like the dawn of the first moon, and a little light suddenly appears.

Yao Ziyu was terrified, and through his pupils, he could see a little bit of starlight expanding rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, it was in front of Yao Ziyu's eyes.

Once the sword light darted in, Yao Ziyu's blindness would be the lightest.

"Presumptuous!" A cold shout suddenly exploded.

Jianmang froze for an instant, floating an inch in front of Yao Ziyu.

He was frightened into a cold sweat, his face was pale, and he was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a plop.

Fang Xirou's eyes were indifferent, and after glancing at Yao Ziyu, he slowly moved to Tianxin beside him.

This woman made a move once while worshiping the mountain, but she didn't show her true strength. The shout just now has half a step of the power of infant refining.

Lianying is not the "Yuanying" of the traditional Taoist sect, its strength is comparable to Xuanzong's dusty realm, that is, the "real person" in ordinary people's mouth.

If the heart is like dust, it seems to exist or die, and the mind is pure, which calls the real self, even the state of no self, and this state is called the real state.

And Fang Xirou and the masked man have half-step infant refining powers, but they haven't fully understood the method of "dust" of the Taoist school, so their practice is often despised by the Taoist school and dismissed as a "false realm".

Tianxin's eyes were raised high, her breath concentrated, and she looked down at the two of them in a condescending posture. She said in a light tone: "It has been nearly a hundred years since my Taoist sect has suppressed the world, and those demon sects have disappeared. I don't know what the purpose of Long Yun going north?"

The confrontation between Xuanling and Spirit is not a momentary entanglement. It is called a battle of interests, but it is actually a battle of Taoism and law. It is either one or the other, right or evil, just like the opposition between black and white.

Fang Xirou laughed and shook her head, "You're not the saintess of Xuanzong, you should talk to me from Tiandu Peak in terms of seniority, so what are you?"

Tianxin's gooseneck is snow-white, Taoist robes are fluttering, and the peak cultivation base in the late stage of the state of spiritual cultivation stirs the aura within a radius of ten miles outside the Yingbin building, and the frantic and restless spring breeze turns into a violent storm in an instant.

She doesn't argue with Fang Xirou, monks always speak based on their strength, after lightly nodding their heads, they said: "Forget it, if you enter into my hub today, it is not only the calamity of your demon sect, but also the luck of my Taoist sect. Today I will kill the demons." Devil, show off the prestige of my Taoism."

As soon as the words fell, an ancient seal token stood floating in the air. This former sacred object of Xuanzong's "Tianxin Pavilion" was made of extraordinary materials, and its breath flow was more like an ancient Taoist treasure. damage.

The token emits a dazzling light, like a bright moon in the sky, covering the earth, and it is opposite to the seal of "Guan Tao" on the top of Xia Houchun's head, which is quite different.

Immediately, the figures of the two saintesses disappeared in an instant, and a wave of spiritual dizziness suddenly swayed, rushing Yang Zhong, Jiang Weijun and others out of the building in an instant.

Yao Ziyu's face turned backwards, seeing the halo attacking, he secretly cried out, it was suitable for a ray of light to take him away.

Afterwards, there were ear-piercing clangs and clashing sounds of swords and swords, and after a burst of broken buildings, the two saintesses of Xuanling stepped out of the building and fought fiercely in the clear sky.

The masked man raised his eyes, looked at the old man with white hair and youthful face, and said coldly: "Wuchen sect really wants to cut itself off from Dajing?"

Wuchenzi said softly: "If you kill you, who would know that the prince died in my Wuchen Sect?"

The face of the masked man changed slightly, and he said in a hateful voice: "It's so courageous."

She whispered to Murong Yan: "Your Highness, you go first."

Murong Yan sighed lightly, and said with a wry smile: "There are so many surroundings outside, with my mortal body, how can I escape from the sky."

At this time, the three breaths rushed into the Yingbin building, and they saw the seal floating above Xia Houchun's head at a glance. Their expressions changed, and then they were ecstatic, "Daobao?"

The treasures controlled by real people are often divided into magic treasures and real weapons, and above the real weapons are Tao treasures.

But Wu Chenzi's face changed, and he shouted: "No, quickly retreat!"

The three approached, Dao Bao took the initiative to protect the Lord, and a brilliance flashed away.

As the three masters of the Wuchen Sect, their cultivation is naturally good. Although they have not reached the realm of real people, they are still considered to be in the state of old-fashioned spiritual cultivation. Together, the three of them can resist the real realm.

However, the brilliance flashed, and the expressions of the three changed immediately, and a suffocating force instantly swept them away.

With a bang, a big hole was smashed outside the building.

Wuchenzi heaved a sigh of relief, this treasure has no owner to control it, and it did not hurt anyone, otherwise the three of them would surely die.

Murong Yan stared at Dao Zhang with complicated eyes, and said softly: "Is this really a Dao treasure?"

Fumian was as careful as a hair, and reminded: "This treasure has already recognized its owner, so don't take it by force."

Murong Yan nodded lightly, glanced at Xia Houchun who was sitting cross-legged, and sighed softly: "We are both 'Your Highness', but the fate is so different."

Wuchenzi said quietly: "If the princess is interested, I can help you get this treasure."

The masked man said coldly: "At this time, I still want to sow discord, it seems that the Wuchen Sect really wants to fall to Xuanzong."

Wu Chenzi raised his eyes, looked intently at the Masked Man and Murong Yan, and then whispered two words: "Decree: Retire!"

Wuqing Dao belongs to the Dao of Heaven, so it is also called "Little Dao of Heaven". It comprehends the heart of heaven and uses the decrees of the gods as the way of cultivation. The words spoken by Wu Chenzi are one of the "Decrees of the Supreme".

As soon as the order came out, the masked man seemed to be struck by lightning, and his figure instantly bent into a bow and flew out backwards.

He stepped forward and came a foot in front of Xia Houchun, without looking at Murong, he grabbed the seal of 'Guan Tao'.

But at this moment, Xia Houchun, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.

Wu Chenzi was expressionless, and his breath of probing hands grew louder, almost overshadowing the breath of the 'Guan Tao' seal.

With calm eyes, Xia Houchun let out a breath and sprayed it on the Dao seal.

In an instant, the brilliance burst out, and the room was full of brilliance.

A muffled groan sounded, and there was a kicking sound, and Wu Chenzi stepped back dozens of steps, with a look of surprise and uncertainty.

He exclaimed: "Impossible!"

The resistance just now was not the instinct of his Daobao, but someone controlled it. Could it be that this Taishang Dao Seal recognized the master?
Xia Houchun got up slowly, nodded slightly to the masked man, and then smiled at Murong Yan, "Thanks for your protection, Princess."

Murong Yan's eyes were complicated, with mixed flavors, she shook her head lightly, and said softly: "It's fine, Your Highness is fine."

Xia Houchun took a step forward, watching the Taoist seal follow him like a shadow, and wisps of brilliance cast down his whole body, shining brightly, like an exiled immortal standing in the world, which makes people unable to look directly at him.

Looking at Wuchenzi from a distance, Xia Houchun opened his mouth lightly and said: "Town!"

When you pour out your mouth, it is a record of immortal Taoism.

Suddenly, Wuchenmen was shaken.

Funiu Mountain is trembling.

Countless disciples changed color in horror.

"Stop! Speak up if you have something to say!"

(End of this chapter)