"What method are you?" Compared to the sword king's ready to go, Old Man Yu's vigilance, the remaining Yin God monk seemed much more relaxed. He looked around inadvertently and said curiously: "We have been pulled into the illusion by you now!"

"Although the three of us are not considered to be the authentic Xuanmen, they are not ordinary casual cultivators. There are not many magical powers that can quietly pull us and the three of us into the illusion. As far as I know, there are only Fangchunshan Huan Cave lineage, Yunmengshan Baiyun Cave lineage, Daomen Laozhuang lineage, and the master of the monk Lan Ke lineage has such ability. I wonder where the Taoist fellow came from?"

Yuchen smiled and asked back: "Where do you think I come from?"

"At the beginning, I heard that fellow Taoists spread faith everywhere in the name of Fish Fairy, but there was no trace. I thought you were a disciple of the Xiangdong lineage in the Spring Mountain. But if you think about it carefully, although the contemporary Jinghuan Fairy Gu has the power of the gods, he is the man who is in charge of the world's debauchery of the world. He often acts as he pleases. It is said that what I love is the best lustful person in the world in ancient and modern times. Therefore, the illusion of the Xiangdong lineage in the Spring Mountain is born from love, born from love, hate and parting, and makes people sink into it."

The Yin God cultivator looked at Yu Chen without any reaction and continued, "Now, when I see you, I know that you cannot have anything to do with Fangchun Mountain's Xiang Cave lineage. Although fellow Taoists are not good at magical powers, I can still see that the surrounding environment has some dreams. This can be done by Baiyun Cave, Daomen Laozhuang, and Shamen Lanke. The difference is that Baiyun Cave uses his own dreams to enter others' dreams, Shamen Lanke uses his own dreams to accept others' dreams, and Daomen Laozhuang has no distinction between dreams and no idea whether it is true or false."

"So, fellow Taoist, shouldn't he be a master or a master of the contemporary monk Lanke Temple?"

As soon as these words were said, Old Man Yu and King of Knife were also refreshed. Ruo Yuchen was a Buddhist monk and would hide his identity, create the fish immortal myth, and protect mortals. These actions are understandable.

After all, this is a routine used by Buddhism. The Jiangnan generation has been the personal land of the Taoist sect since the Jin Dynasty. Just looking at the ten major cave heavens, the thirty-six cave heavens, and the seventy-two blessed lands are mostly near Jiangnan, you can know how strong the Taoist sect power is here.

Yu Chen, who could vaguely feel the thoughts of the three people in front of him, couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hahaha! You are so interesting. Why am I a Buddhist, not Lao Zhuang? You said that Lao Zhuang in Taoism is awake and does not know whether it is true or false. How do you know whether you are awake or sleeping at this moment?" As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Chen's expression changed as soon as he said, looking at the three of them indifferently.

"Today, I met a thief and suddenly found that because of the Tianzhu Mountain blessed land, many casual cultivators came from other places, did not abide by the rules of this place, and did not abide by the people at will. Then I thought of coming here to say something to the manager to make everyone more stable. I didn't expect to encounter the King of Knife and this fellow Taoist..."

The Yin God Cultivator said, "I am the King Dao Ling, just a casual cultivator."

"Are you a casual cultivator?" Yu Chen's eyes reflected the clear spiritual light that ordinary monks could not see on this man, and a ray of demonic aura hidden under the spiritual light. He repeated without refuting, and continued: "And this fellow Taoist Wang, there is some skills. Please give me some advice."

The King of Knife held the sharp blade in his hand tightly and said coldly: "Ask me for advice, don't blame me if you are hacked to death!"

"If the King of Knife can kill him, I will naturally lose. But if I win, please ask three people to restrain the many monks in Qiantang County. Don't be too noisy, they have affected the normal lives of the people. In just a few days, seven or eight families have died and scattered. Isn't it too much?"

Wang Daoling frowned and said, "This matter involves the Lord of Tiangai Di Xuantian. [3Q Chinese] It is not that we and the other three people can restrain themselves if they want to restrain them."

"Just don't let them involve mortals. Can you?"

"As long as you can take the knife, I will be whatever you say!" After the sword king finished speaking, the sharp blade in his hand was unsheathed, and a ray of cold light appeared, and then the qi and blood followed.

Looking at the illusion in front of him, and the three of them returned to the cold sword light that was more than half a step, Yu Chen exclaimed: "No, it's a pity, Sword King, are you sure what you saw is real?"

Under the light of the sword, Yu Chen turned into butterflies and flew. The next second, a new illusion appeared and enveloped everyone present.

"I should be considered half of the master here!" Old man Yu spoke, and the Yin God appeared, and the same half-step was connected together, and began to repel the illusions around him.

"How do you know if you are in touch with it?"

As soon as these words were said, Old Man Yu's Yin Shen was rejected. He was shocked. On the other side, Wang Daoling had already taken out the talisman and mirror, trying to find the illusions around him.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, are you sure what you have in your hands is real?"

Yuchen's voice sounded again, and Old Man Yu hurriedly said, "Don't believe any word he said, once you believe it..."

Before he finished speaking, the talisman paper and treasure mirror in Wang Daoling's hand lost its glory, covered with a layer of dust, and butterflies were flying around. The casual cultivators also saw something wrong and carefully surrounded them to test the situation around them.

The fog around was getting heavier and heavier, and everything seemed to be more and more unreal.

Old Man Yu tried again and said helplessly: "I can't do it anymore. Do you have any other means? If not, let's admit defeat! I suspect that this person has already begun to transform into Yin Shen and Yang Yang, and even directly condensed Yang Shen, and his cultivation is at least one level higher than ours, no worse than the Lord of Tiangai Di Xuantian. If you lose to him, it is not embarrassing."

Wang Daoling tried again, and finally gave up. He looked at the King of Swords who had closed his eyes after a knife, waiting for his decision.

As time went back little by little, everyone's bodies became more and more illusory. Some of the frightened cultivators began to ask for help. Yu Chen felt that the breath of the King of Knife had condensed to the top and spoke at the right time: "How about it, King of Knife, have you admitted defeat?"

Before he could finish his words, a ray of cold light rose again, but it was the sword that King Dao used Yuchen's ventricular aura to lock his position and slashed out.

In the Taoist temple, Yu Chen held the old ghost's thin shadow-like Yin God in his hand. The surrounding Yin Qi was heavy, and the mist was filled with fog. All kinds of upside-down and dreamy feeling emerged. The next second, a faint sword light flew out of nothingness and was pinched by him. He bounced his fingers, and the sword light broke. He looked at the King of Swords through the void and sighed: "It's a pity that it's still a little bit short. If you were ten years younger, no, as long as you were five years younger, your qi and blood were slightly more abundant, this sword could hurt me. Now, it's a pity..."

When Yu Chen said something about it, the illusion within more than half a step was also fading away. The sword king who had returned to normal looked at Yu Chen who was almost dispersed and repeated: "What a pity!"

Then, he bowed and thanked: "Thank you for your advice, so that I can see the road ahead more clearly and the problems in Qiantang County. I will help take care of you, and will not let the monks' affairs affect mortals."

"That's good!" After Yu Chen's illusion was finished, it dispersed.

The original body in the Taoist temple looked at the almost broken Yin God in his hand under the erosion of his magic power, and took some spiritual objects to nourish them slightly, so that they could return to the level close to the ordinary soul, and then sent them into the Yin world, and began to sort out the gains this time.
Chapter completed!