There are two major holy places in Banna country, one is in Hengyue Mountain in the north, and the other is in Yinqiong Mountain in the south.

Brother Ji and other fifteen Nascent Soul Stage monks and forty-eight Jindan Stage monks crossed the Dayan Ridge from east to west and flew directly to Yin Qiongshan Mansion.

Deep outside Yinqiong Mountain, in the core of the deep forest where the Western Man Tianma people live. In a special forest, there are ancient snow-white buildings. This is the Tianma Temple believed by everyone in the entire Banna country.

In the center of the vast open space of the temple is a huge divine tripod.

The sun's rays pass through the dense leaves of the towering trees, and only a small amount of light is transmitted. The temple, shaded by the big trees in the mountain forest, looks very quiet.

Every seven days in the temple, there will be a day of baptism. On the day of baptism, the newly born babies among the Tianma tribe will be sent to be baptized on that day. Only babies who have been baptized are the real Tianma attendants.

These tribesmen are different from other parts of the Banner country. They are completely independent tribes. In the ordinary version, people call Pegasus the Pegasus messenger. They are sent by the Pegasus beast to the earth to save the suffering. The Pegasus tribe calls themselves Pegasus attendants. They regard Pegasus as the messenger.

Divine beast, very sincere!

"Elder, the Great Water Demon King has agreed to our conditions and can send the Holy Girl there." I saw a bald man eight feet tall walking in the temple. All the Western Barbarians who saw him were respectful.

He saluted with an unconcealable ardor in his eyes.

"Yeah." In front of the temple, an old man holding a staff sat on a long wicker chair. After listening to the bald man's words, he couldn't help but nodded.

The bald man sneered, turned around and walked towards the giant cauldron.

Suddenly, a large group of high-level monks flew in from the sky, causing the faces of the Western Barbarian tribesmen in Yin Qiongshan to change drastically.

"Roar~~" The bald man immediately let out a deep roar. Although the sound was low, it was very rich and loud. It was like thunder in the sky, and the sound was enough to spread hundreds of miles away.

There is a string of sky in front of the temple.

Surrounded by various strange magic weapons, they were hovering in the sky. Led by Chicken Brother and Fatty Luo, they lowered their heads and looked down.

"What a loud voice!" Brother Ji couldn't help but give a thumbs up when he heard the roar of the bald man, "The sound of this thing is better than the consciousness!"

"It's also easier to use than the messenger talisman!" Fatty Luo chuckled, "That bald head is calling for reinforcements! With so many of us coming, who wouldn't be afraid?"

It is normal for a group of strong men to join forces and a single Western Barbarian tribe to feel frightened.

I saw rays of light flashing, and more than a dozen monks flying into the sky from all directions, hanging in front of Brother Ji and the others. However, the most eye-catching thing was naturally the giant black centipede with a shiny body, which was hovering in the sky. Three Westerners

All the sacrifices in the Yuan Ying stage of Manchu people stand on the back of a centipede.

Hey, there is also a seventh-level spiritual beast!

"It's you!" The bald man looked at Brother Chicken and was suddenly shocked.

"They are all Nascent Soul Stage powerhouses?!" The silver-haired old man and the lean, wrinkled old man looked at Murong Qi with shock in their eyes.

You know, just last year, the Western Barbarian monks had just started a war with the Nanyan Kingdom. But just one year later, the other party actually ignored the armistice agreement and directly gathered such a powerful formation to attack the Western Barbarian Tianma Temple.

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"Yes, it's me, Changshan. How have you been these past few years? Hehe, I'm so disappointed that I didn't see you during the Lingnan War!" Brother Ji gave a faint smile, and at the same time turned to meet Fatty Luo next to him, "How's this guy doing?

Wandering around in the middle level of Nascent Soul, you are really rubbish!"

"Hahaha, Murong, you have to do it!" Fatty Luo laughed, pointed at the other person and shouted, "Changshan, you really know our purpose, so stop being ink!"

"Oh?" Changshan was stunned, and his face changed darkly.

"Damn it, if you haven't thought of it, then come with us and we will help you think about it!" Fatty Luo sneered, and Brother Ji stepped forward together, and a bloody thundercloud flashing with lightning instantly appeared on Fatty Luo.

The top of the head is formed.

Brother Ji extended his consciousness and swept past the Ximan Temple below. He frowned slightly and shouted in a low voice, "Changshan, where is Bai Yu?!"

"Murong Qi, what do you mean?!"

"Hmph, I'm here only for Bai Yu, and I don't want to start a war with you. If you know your feelings, let Bai Yu come out and follow me!" Brother Ji strode forward, not afraid of the monks in front of him.

The silver-haired old man standing on the giant centipede couldn't stand still, and flew to stop Brother Ji, "Fellow Taoist, why on earth did you invade my Tianma Tribe Temple?!"

"Damn, I've said it many times, I'm here for Bai Yu!" Brother Ji said with a ferocious look on his face, "You old man, don't call me fellow Taoist fellow Taoist, I don't have a fellow Taoist like you!"

The silver-haired old man was stunned, looking angry and angry.

Now the opponent is too strong. As long as we have three Nascent Soul stage monks and a dozen Golden Core stage monks, they will never be able to stop them.

"Bai Yu is the saint of our Pegasus tribe, how can you see it just as you see it..."

"Great Priest, these people are here to invade our Western Barbarians!"

"The saint is in retreat now, how can she come out?!"

"Great Priest!"

Suddenly, the surrounding Pegasus tribesmen shouted angrily in unison.

There are approximately three to four thousand monks from the Tianma tribe in Yin Qiongshan, most of whom are low-level monks, with less than 300 at the Gongji stage and only twelve at the Golden Core stage.

Facing these people, Brother Ji and the other high-level monks didn't take it to heart at all. Especially the monks from the sect behind Brother Ji, their mood was very clear. As long as Brother Ji had a few high-level spiritual talismans, not to mention those Yuan

It is estimated that most of the infant-stage monks, those in the Gongji stage and the Golden Core stage, can be killed!

"Quiet!" The silver-haired old man held the staff and gently tapped the flying magic weapon at his feet, "Fellow Taoist, do you want to see the saint?"

"No!" Brother Ji grinned, "I want to take Bai Yu away!"

"Impossible!" The silver-haired old man shook his head, "Fellow Taoist, you should give up. You have violated the majesty of my White Horse tribe by bringing so many people here today. You should leave quickly. I pretend I didn't see you today.

What a disrespectful act. If you don’t repent, I will report it to the Alliance of the Four Western Barbarian Nations, entangle the strong men of each country, and kill your Nanyan Kingdom in one fell swoop!”

Upon hearing what the old man said, not only Brother Ji, but also the elders of the major sects and the monks behind him burst into laughter.

"Old immortal, now the two countries to the north of you are still at war with our Jin country! Are you fooled? Damn it, you can just invade us. We just come to ask for someone, so it has become a heinous crime.

?" Brother Ji spat three times in front of the old man, "Trash, I haven't killed anyone all the way here, how dare you force me to take action?!"

The silver-haired old man seemed to be hesitant. A breeze blew by, and the old man gradually breathed a sigh of relief. "Young men, you'd better go. The matter of the saint is no longer something we can decide."

"Damn, I won't shed tears if I don't see the glory!" Brother Ji shouted angrily, "Fat Luo, show them some color!"

As he said that, Fatty Luo and Brother Ji flew together quickly, one with lightning and thunder, the other with a glazed sword, like two sky-shaking rainbows, flying towards the temple of the Western Barbarian tribe.

When the other monks saw that Brother Ji and Fatty Luo just flew into the Western Barbarian tribe, they thought they were going in to find someone. Unexpectedly, the two of them went straight to Changshan, hoping to capture the bird man first.

The silver-haired old man's expression changed and he nodded slightly to the other three people.

The three monks standing on the centipede squeezed their hands, and a strange big flag appeared in each hand. With a "swish" sound, the flag flew.

I saw a huge golden figure appearing next to the black centipede. This was a huge golden-haired giant ape, more than twenty meters tall, with arms as thick as cement pillars under a highway bridge.

And hard!

The golden-haired giant ape glanced at Chicken Brother and Fatty Luo, the hair on his head stood up, and he bared his teeth and roared "Oooh", as if to intimidate Brother Chicken and the others.

In fact, this golden-haired giant ape also noticed that Brother Ji and Fatty Luo were far from the level of the early Yuanying stage they seemed to be.

"Junior Brother Murong, although the White Horse Temple believes in white horses, it also has the ability to summon spiritual beasts. This golden-haired giant ape is not easy to mess with. Do you want our help?!" Senior Brother He said from behind.

With so many monks coming, it was impossible to just watch Brother Ji and the others take action. Immediately, each of the monks took out their magic weapons and pressed towards each other.

Brother Ji laughed, "You guys take care of the others, and I'll play with Fatty Luo and that gorilla for a while!"

As early as the golden elixir stage, Brother Ji and Fatty Luo dared to pick the proprietor of the Halloween Auction House in the late Nascent Soul stage. Now that both of them have reached the Nascent Soul stage, their magical powers have greatly increased. Especially Fatty Luo, who has been refined.

He produced thirty-six blood-patterned steel needles as his natal magic weapon, and he modified the blood-patterned thunder and lightning formation to increase its power several times.

There is no need to erupt the holy body. With their own strength, Brother Ji and Fatty Luo can compete with ordinary late-stage Nascent Soul monks, let alone two seventh-level monsters?

"Fat Luo, be careful!" Brother Ji said, but his eyes fell on a man in a black and gold mask outside the temple.

The masked man stood calmly outside the temple, watching everything happening in the sky with interest. His exposed lips suddenly moved slightly, as if he was talking to someone.

His mind was spread out, and he was unable to determine the identity of this person for a while. Moreover, the human body was surrounded by the power of heaven and earth, preventing Murong Qi from in-depth inspection.

Just relying on his spiritual sense to feel the breath, Brother Ji can't see through this person at all!
Chapter completed!