v2 Chapter 283： A sword can break it

What's wrong?

Su Yi calmed down and concentrated, the power of his spiritual sense swept out, and he felt the magnificent hall on the first floor of the pagoda.

This temple is very vast, enough to accommodate thousands of monks chanting sutras and meditation here. Thirty-six stone pillars stand, each of which is engraved with obscure and mysterious Sanskrit characters. .

Huh?

When Su Yi's spiritual sense explored the depth of nearly twenty feet, he suddenly felt a sense of stagnation, and a large formation appeared in his mind sight.

"It turned out to be a hidden atmosphere..."

Suddenly, Su Yi was stunned, and finally understood the reason for what was wrong.

"Be careful, this place is covered with a large array. If I expected it right, it should be arranged by those Buddhist cultivators in Shanglin Temple."

Su Yi whispered.

And he used the power of divine sense to meditately sense the mystery of the hidden grand formation.

Ning Siji, Mu Xi, Lan Su were all awe-inspiring, and they all sacrificed their weapons.

Ning Siyu held the Blue Flame Remnant Moon Halberd in her back hand, and a bright red and clear flying sword floated in the palm of her left hand, as slender as a swimming fish.

Mu Xi mastered the golden spear and was ready to go.

The most exaggerated thing is Lan Suo, she took out a secret talisman jade pendant and hung it on her chest, and put a golden flying knife full of spirituality on her waist. A small jade sword with purple air was coiled between the strands of hair, and a pair of wrist guards engraved with dense cloud patterns of talismans were taken out...

After thinking about it, she seemed uneasy, holding a thick stack of Yuan Dao Jade Talisman in each of her left and right hands. Then she sighed in satisfaction and cleared her eyes. Yingying, eager to try.

This scene almost blinded Mu Xi!

I have seen one who is fully armed, but I have never seen one whose whole body is covered by a piece of spiritual treasure!

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Lan Suo said:

"When I went out, the elders in the family insisted that the fortress be given to me, saying that it was a girl outside, so you must protect yourself, um...don't make a fuss..."

Ning Siji and Mu Xi both looked away and sighed in their hearts, people, life doesn't wait!

Clang!

At this time, Su Yi suddenly swung the Xuanwu sword in his hand and slashed it out.

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Boom!

Light and rain splashed, countless symbols emerged, and a large array filled with golden Buddha light was reflected in everyone's field of vision.

And with Su Yi's sword slashing, it was as if it was hit seven inches from a snake, and the magnificent golden formation suddenly shattered like paper paste , disappeared suddenly.

"This..."

"Who is so daring to break me and wait for big things?"

An angry, noisy voice sounded.

I saw a group of monks standing in the depths of the hall, all with anger on their faces, looking at Su Yi and the others.

"It is beyond the poor monk's expectations that the donors can reach here alive."

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.

It was Jue Heng who spoke.

There are as many as seventeen monks next to him, and each of them exudes aura that belongs to the innate martial arts.

Especially the head of the old monk with white eyebrows and white beard, his breath is the most obscure, far more terrifying than the other seventeen.

And further away in the main hall, there is a fierce battle going on.

It was a handsome young monk, dressed in coarse cloth monk clothes, with a solemn appearance.

He held a purple-gold bowl in one hand, and waved a snow-white bright sword in the other.

Surprisingly, the young monk

The opponent of the man is actually a golden dragon with a terrifying breath all over it!

The roars of dragons were like thunder, and the terrifying dragon's might was like a landslide and tsunami, spreading from the long dragon.

From a distance, it makes it hard to breathe.

"Is there really a dragon in this world?"

Mu Xi was shocked and his scalp tingled.

Ning Siyu and Lan Suo were both shocked by this scene, these monks of Shanglin Temple actually wanted to subdue dragons here!

Who would believe this if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes?

"There is indeed a dragon in this world, but the one I see is not a real dragon, but the power revealed by a drop of real dragon blood."

Su Yi's deep eyes lit up.

True Dragon!

One of the oldest and most terrifying creatures among the true spirit beasts, with unpredictable power, like a **** living in the world, with incredible magical powers.

In the eyes of the imperial monks, the existence of the real dragon is also a role that can be called a peerless murderer, so powerful that it is unimaginable.

These creatures are gifted with extraordinary talents, and they are born with great luck.

However, real dragons are extremely rare and mysterious, and almost only exist in ethereal legends.

In the great wilderness of Kyushu, in the endless years since ancient times, there are only a handful of people who have really seen such mysterious creatures!

Most of the time, all the news about the real dragon is mostly illusory rumors.

Although Su Yi was known as the Great Wilderness Kyushu in his previous life, he had only seen the lair left by a real dragon and picked up some broken dragon scales.

A living dragon he had never seen once.

And now, in the ruins deep in the Baosha Mountain, in the nine-story pagoda on the top of this dragon-shaped mountain, there is a drop of true dragon The dragon shape derived from the blood appeared!

Su Yi couldn't help but be surprised and surprised.

Note, this is the world of the world!

When Su Yi thought about it, eighteen monks from Shanglin Temple had gathered around, and they were all intimidating.

"There are great dangers here, please return to the original way, don't risk your own life."

The old monk with white eyebrows and white beard clasped his hands together, Bao Xiang solemnly opened his mouth, and the sound was like the morning bell and the evening drum, revealing a taste that could not be rejected.

Su Yi laughed and said, "Monk, how about I help you overcome this great danger?"

The old monk with white eyebrows said with a blank expression: "If you can reach this place all the way, you must be extraordinary, but if you don't listen to the persuasion, if you are obsessed with it, you will be killed. ."

At this moment, Lan Suo looked at the young monk in the distance, and suddenly said:

"Elder Jinghe, I am Lan Suo, the descendant of Donghua Sword Sect, and the master is 'Master Yunlang'. If we start a war, it will not be good for both of us. . In my opinion, why don't we fight side by side, suppress that dragon shape, and then share the opportunity equally?"

The old monk with white eyebrows and others all changed slightly.

Master Yunlang!

This is the most powerful elder of Donghua Sword Sect! One of the three swordsmen of Daqin Zhiqiang, he is mega-shattered all over the world!

And now, the direct disciple of Master Yunlang is here, who would dare to ignore it?

Seeing the expressions of those monks, Mu Xi knew that Lan Suo's signboard was quite shocking.

Unexpectedly, the young monk Jinghe who was fighting fiercely in the distance snorted coldly:

"Don't say that you are just a disciple of Master Yunlang, even if Master Yunlang came in person today, you can't even think about **** good luck from my Shanglin Temple!"

The words are sonorous and decisive.

Lan Suo's expression was stagnant, and a hint of embarrassment appeared between her delicate eyebrows.

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The faces of the old monk with white eyebrows and others became cold and cold.

"Everyone, please leave!"

The old monk with white eyebrows said in a deep voice, his eyes were like electricity, and he was intimidating.

Other monks looked bad.

"As a Buddhist practitioner, murderousness and greed are so important, and they are no different from those demons and evil ways."

Su Yi shook his head.

In his previous life, he once talked about scriptures and Taoism with a great man in "Xiaoxitian", the first holy place of Buddhist cultivation. Su Yi was also full of admiration.

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"Nie Barrier, you dare to speak so loudly, you should go to **** and suffer the punishment of pulling your tongue out!"

Jue Heng shouted angrily. He had fought against Su Yi before, and he had a grudge in his heart. Seeing Su Yi slandered them, he immediately became angry.

Su Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense, raised the Xuanwu sword in his hand, and cut out a sword in the air.

Swish!

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The white-browed old monk frowned, and shot it with a palm.

Om!

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However, when Fu Yi and Su Yi's sword qi collided, the golden light-flowing palm print was instantly cut in half, producing a deafening explosion.

Su Yi's sword energy remained unabated, and he slashed straight at Jue Heng.

Jeoheng dodged subconsciously.

Boom!

The sword was dangerously and dangerously slashed at the place where Jueheng was originally standing, and a dazzling sword light splashed out. , his face couldn't help changing.

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"Do your own sins, don't live, fellow brothers and sisters, join hands with me to kill these evil obstacles and harm the world!"

The white-browed old monk said in a deep voice.

"Good!"

The other seventeen monks proclaimed their names in unison.

Afterwards, these monks from Shanglin Temple in Daqin, all with innate martial arts and Taoism, attacked brazenly.

Boom!

I saw their power soaring, their clothes waving, and they sacrificed a sword, a Zen staff, a ruler, a long stick, a magic sword, a bowl and other spiritual soldiers.

Afterwards, their figures swayed, and in an instant, they turned into a battle formation with a terrifying atmosphere.

Lan Suo's pretty face changed slightly, and she quickly said: "This is the 'Fuhu Arhat Formation' in the Arhat Hall of Shanglin Temple. Use it to communicate with each other, and the power is strong enough to trap the land gods!"

This is not an exaggeration. Many years ago, there was a land fairy in Daqin who was trapped by the "Arhat Formation" in Shanglin Temple. But it is already seriously injured and dying!

Boom!

When they were speaking, the old monk with white eyebrows and others came to kill them together with the might of the battle formation, each of them shining brightly, with solemn and terrifying power.

There are eighteen people, but they cooperate seamlessly with each other, giving people a sense of invulnerability.

At that moment, Ning Siji and Mu Xi's pupils froze.

Su Yi showed a hint of disdain.

"This is also worthy of talking about battle formations? It's nothing more than a vulgar combination of strikes that can be broken with a single sword."

The indifferent voice sounded when Su Yi stepped forward.

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