Chapter 1762

Each of the eight golden dragons is hundreds of feet long. Although they are all condensed by Zhenyuan, they are not living, but each of them has been almost completely condensed, and they look no different from the real dragon.

With the appearance of the eight golden dragons, Li Mu was about to start immediately. He stared at the eight golden dragons. Not only he, but also the tens of millions of people who were fighting in the scuffle below, stopped fighting and looked up at the eight golden dragons in the sky.

"Roar!!"

Long Yin shook the sky, and a large area of space collapsed and disintegrated from mid air. The attack speed of the eight golden dragons was very fast, but in the blink of an eye, they rushed to the purple true Qi wave that rolled over Jin Zhen and others.

These eight golden dragons were obviously manipulated deliberately. As soon as they flew to the purple true Qi wave, they opened their mouths together and sucked all the purple true Qi waves that entangled Jin Zhen and others.

As the purple genuine Qi wave was absorbed by eight golden dragons, there were only four people left in the air, namely Jin Zhen and Qing Ling, as well as the fat middle-aged monk and the only female old nun.

Obviously, under the unexpected attack of the demon clan, Jin Zhen broke the existence of two holy orders. Not only that, the injuries on Jin Zhen and others were even more serious, and the only female old nun was almost unable to support it.

After lifting the siege of Jin Zhen and others, the eight golden dragons did not stop at this point, but attacked the demon saints of the demon clan unabated.

"I've long heard that there are imperial soldiers in your golden light temple to suppress luck. Today, it's really worthy of its reputation, but in front of so many evil saints, just a piece of imperial soldiers is nothing!"

When the demon clan man who inspired the purple beads saw the golden dragon coming towards him and others, he immediately gave a cold drink, and then more than 20 people gathered together to sacrifice a black gourd.

The black gourd is only about the size of a foot. It doesn't look very impressive except that there are many complex and mysterious runes engraved on the surface. However, it is such a magic weapon that doesn't look very impressive. After the rough looking demon man sacrificed it, nearly 20 demon saints of them worked together to urge Zhenyuan to inject it into the black gourd.

"Hum!!!"

Under the urging of the joint efforts of more than 20 magic saints, the black gourd suddenly burst out an earth shaking magic power, and at the same time, a violent suction gushed out of the mouth of the gourd. This suction formed a huge black vortex in midair, and became bigger and bigger, and finally eight golden dragons were rolled into it.

After being caught by the black vortex, the Golden Dragon kept struggling and roaring in it, trying to get rid of the attraction bondage of the black vortex, but no matter how they struggled, they couldn't get rid of the siege of the black vortex, and finally became smaller and smaller under the action of the black gourd, all of which were sucked into the black gourd.

"Another imperial instrument, or an imperial instrument that can receive magical powers!"

Having witnessed the process of eight golden dragons being absorbed by the black gourd, Li Mu, who stood on the mountain in the distance, couldn't help frowning. In the cultivation world, rare Lingbao such as gourd and Zhongding tower mirror basically contain special magical functions.

On the contrary, most of the combat Lingbao, such as knives, guns, swords and halberds, have single functions. At present, the black gourd offered by the demon clan together obviously has a special mysterious Lingbao, otherwise it is impossible to absorb the eight golden dragons so easily.

"Is this the attack of the eight Tianlong futu? That's all!"

After absorbing the eight golden dragons into the black gourd, a coquettish demon woman sneered loudly. Her voice was deliberately mixed with the power of spiritual consciousness, and all the people present could clearly hear her voice.

"This guy is really insidious. He knows that Babu Tianlong futu is the treasure of Jinguang temple and the spiritual pillar of the disciples of Jinguang temple. This is not a clear blow to the morale of the side of Jinguang temple."

The voice of the demon woman naturally didn't escape Li Mu's ears. He guessed the other party's sinister intentions at once, and couldn't help but despise it.

"Amitabha!!"

Being deliberately ridiculed by the demon woman, a Buddha's name came from the wolfo mountain, and then a white haired old monk wearing a silver cassock suddenly appeared in front of the four people, including Jin Zhen.

This white haired old monk in a silver cassock looks old and out of shape. He is bent and as thin as firewood. He can't be described as skin and bones at all.

But it was such an old monk who looked like he was going to be buried, but he exuded a breath of Buddha attributes in the later stage of the holy order. He turned out to be a rare figure in the later stage of the holy order.

Although Li Mu has become a saint, the existence of the holy order in the Beidou world is still rare. Take the Holy Island for example, there are only two people in the later stage of the holy order, one is Beiming Jingxie and the other is Putuo monk.

It's not surprising for Li Mu that the golden light temple in wofoshan has a strong Saint level. After all, the golden light temple has been inherited for so many thousands of years, and it's also normal for outsiders to hide the inside information. But the golden light temple has a strong Saint level in the later stage, which is greatly beyond Li Mu's expectation.

The strong ones in the later stage of the holy order can not be cultivated in a short time, at least for a thousand years. That is to say, the white haired old monk of the golden light temple was already a figure of the holy order before the Seven Star lock yuan array was intact, and it is likely to be in the later stage of the holy order at that time. After all, the old monk looked like he didn't have much longevity.

If the white eyebrow old monk is on the Holy Island, Li Mu can understand. After all, there is not only one person in the late holy order in the Holy Island, but this is in Yuheng continent. According to Li Mu, most of the strong holy orders in the Beidou world have been on the Holy Island. Now the white eyebrow old monk Li Mu really feels strange.

"Old man, you are here to die. If I had such cultivation as you, I would have run for my life early. You have such cultivation, but you are so blind that you want to come out and die!"

As the white haired old monk suddenly appeared, the rough faced middle-aged man of the demon clan immediately sneered and said.

"Amitabha, how can people in my Buddhism be greedy for life and afraid of death? Unlike your demon clan, I'm not afraid of karma if I kill countless people in my Beidou!"

The white haired old monk said indifferently.

"Hahaha, karma? That's what you bald donkeys believe. My true demon clan only knows the law of the jungle. This is a world dominated by the strong. You weak people should be reduced to our mouths, and keeping them is just a waste of resources!"

The rough looking middle-aged man sneered loudly, and his tone was full of disdain.

"Goodness, goodness, Buddha said that all beings are equal. Since all creatures in the world appear in this world, there is a reason for their existence. What qualifications do you have to judge the life and death of others? Thanks to your boasting that you are strong and high, you are actually just a bunch of barbarians who only know how to kill and drink blood. I am ashamed to stand in the same void with you!!"

Although he is a Buddhist, he is extremely sharp to the demon clan, Baimei Lao and Shang Yan, and has no mercy from a monk.

"All beings are equal? Hahahaha, I really don't know what it means. Old bald ass, don't fart here. Just shovel your lying Foshan flat. The west of Yuheng mainland is the territory of my purple Youjia royal family. Then I zisa will be the Lord of the west of Yuheng mainland!"

It seems that he doesn't want to talk nonsense with the white haired old monk anymore. The rough looking big man of the demon clan raised his hand to the black gourd above his head and hooked his fingers at the old monk. The provocation is very obvious.

"What are you crazy about? I really think my Jinguang temple is doomed to lose. What are you waiting for? Let's urge eight Tianlong futu together and fight with them to avenge the two martial uncles!"

Before the white haired old monk could speak, the fat middle-aged monk among the four Jin Zhen resisted his injuries and flew to the side of the white haired old monk, gnashing his teeth and shouting.

The old monk, who was called Pushan by the fat middle-aged monk, heard the words, and the palm of his right hand flashed golden. A golden futu tower appeared in the air, and a powerful imperial power erupted. It was the eight Tianlong futu, the treasure of Jinguang temple