After entering the retreat, Yu Chen stood up four illusory sword weapons in all directions, protecting the place, and then looked at the Qiushou Immortal and Lingya Immortal.

"What else do you two don't understand about Huang Ting's Way?"

With the words, Yuchen's breath fell unstoppable, and soon fell from the point where he was slightly better than the Emperor's envoy and slightly inferior to Shangjun to a level that was more distinctive than the year-on-year.

Qiushouxian and Lingyaxian looked at each other carefully. Although the prototype of the Taoist fruit condensed by the two in the past has been transformed by secret methods, their vision is still there. It can be seen that the weakness of Yuchen's aura is not the backlash brought by the use of some secret techniques to force the improvement of cultivation, but the dispersion of power to other places.

Lingya Xian thought for a while and said softly: "If the teacher has something to do, you can deal with it first. Qingshi and I have already remembered the teacher's method. If you don't understand, I will come here to ask for a few questions."

"That's good. You can choose the stone room here."

Yu Chen did not pretentiously insist on teaching the two methods. Qiushouxian and Lingyaxian bowed behind him and left.

Yu Chen set up a level of magic ban around him, and his breath weakened to the extreme. Some magic power was left only to maintain the prototype of the Taoist fruit.

The separated magic power accompanied Yu Chen's mind and turned into the nine-grade system copy world.

Haotian Yuanqi Sea, in Miluo Palace.

The illusory Yu Chen sat down, a ninth-grade green lotus bloomed with a slight clear light, and strands of black aura of death entangled it, constantly affecting the breath inside.

However, it was the Supreme Western God who was restrained by the sky. Through the insensation, he sensed the decline of Yuchen's aura and planned to use this to help him die and become a person who escaped from the difficulties.

Wei Yuanjun and Ge Zhenjun, who are both in the Shangqing lineage, also had some sense and came outside the Miluo Palace.

Ge Zhenjun looked at the illusory and uncertainty, his clear energy faded, and his death energy rose, and he frowned and said, "What's wrong with fellow Taoist Yuchen? Why does his person seem to be contaminated?"

A ray of sky light fell, and thousands of auspicious air surged. A woman wearing a green colored palace dress embroidered with patterns such as sun, moon, stars, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, slowly fell down.

As soon as she appeared, she sighed: "Over the years, fellow Taoist Yuchen has suppressed the incarnation of the Western evil god with his own personality, and he may have been defiled by demons. We should enter quickly and help him suppress the Western evil god is the best choice."

Upon hearing this, Wei Yuanjun stepped forward to stop the Tianfei from moving forward and sneered: "Fellow Daoist Yuchen is my Shangqing lineage. Fellow Daoist Ge and I have not spoken yet. His disciples are not in a hurry. What are you, an outsider, doing in such a hurry? Why are you worried that the throne throne held by Fellow Daoist Yuchen will affect your status?"

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Yuchen is one of the most likely immortal cultivators to be promoted to the second level. He is also in charge of the power of heaven. After achieving the second level, how can you, the concubine of heaven, not embarrassing?"

When Tianfei heard this, she did not respond to Wei Yuanjun's thoughts, but just sighed: "If the evil god incarnation escapes from difficulties, it will inevitably lead to a change in the current situation. This matter is related to our plan for the future thousand years of Middle-earth. How can there be any internal and external statements? Please let Yuanjun go aside."

"What if I don't?"

Wei Yuanjun's face looked slightly solemn, and the six energys around him were surging, surrounding him. Thunder flashed behind the flying fairy bun, and paintings embroidered with the scene of Nanyue continued to spread. Outside this Miluo Palace, a phantom of the mountains of Nanyue evolved.

Seeing this, Ge Zhenjun shook his Bagua Fairy Clothes on his body, and the pattern of Qiankun Bagua appeared from the void. He held a green vine stick and knocked on the void. A stream of clear air was emitted from the gourd hanging on it, and the rich fragrance of medicine surged, turning into various strange flowers and plants, filling the void, and forcing an old monk out.

The old monk wore a monk's hat and a dark red cassock, revealing half of his thin shirt. He held a prayer wheel in his hand and gently shaking it, stirring up the changes in the surrounding light and avoiding the thunderous lightning hidden in the strange flowers and plants.

"King of Time Wheel? Why are you here?"

Ge Zhenjun looked at the Tantric Sect leader in front of him, his face looked a little solemn.

The opponent is in charge of the third-grade immortal god, the main Lord of the Time Wheel Kalachakra, who is best at distorting the light of the universe and tweaking time. Even if he fights with him, he is a monk of the same third-grade rank, and he also needs to be careful.

When he was competing with King Huanxi for the sovereignty of the Tantric Sect, King Huanxi was defeated by his method of shaking time.

"Amitabha! As Tianfei said, this matter is related to the future plan of Middle-earth for a thousand years, and it is not allowed to be stopped by individual sects. In the past, it was me and fellow Taoist Yuchen who worked together to deal with the incarnation of the evil god. Naturally, I know the power of the evil god better than you. I also ask Lord Ge to move out of the way. Let me wait inward and look at it."

As the King of Shilun Monk said, a Vajra Dharma image with indigo and twelve arms and twenty-four hands appeared behind him, representing the rotation of his arms in December, and each holding magic weapon in the twenty-four solar terms. It passed through the air, which seemed to change rapidly and eternally, and pulled Ge Zhenjun into the chaotic universe light.

The Monk King of Shilun walked in the direction of Miluo Palace. Wei Yuanjun wanted to take action, but was stopped by Tianfei.

Looking at Wei Yuanjun with a slightly anxious expression, Tianfei persuaded him: "Your Majesty Yuanjun, don't have to struggle. Although I don't have a real third-grade character, I am not much worse than you in the decree of heaven at this moment."

"You don't have to wait for those third-level immortal cultivators to come and help. As people in the righteous path, most of them follow the will of heaven and will not interfere in today's affairs."

Wei Yuanjun knew that the other party was right, and in her perception.

The successor of the Eight Immortals Lu Chunyang in Shangdong, Miaotong Zhenjun, was restrained by the Shaoyang Zhenjun who suddenly came to visit.

The old heir of the Eight Immortals Zhang Guo in Shangdong, Tongxuan Zhenjun, was pulled by the landlord to drink tea in the world.

The demon-demon-demon ancestor Xuantian Zhenjun fought with the happy monk king on the sea.

Yu Zhenjun and Zhang Tianshi discussed the Tao together on Longhu Mountain.

...

For a moment, the three monks of immortals, Buddhas and gods who could intervene seemed to be restrained by the matter. Wei Yuanjun's face was slightly dark, but when Tianfei showed joy, he suddenly said: "Indeed, you plotted all those who might intervene, but have you forgotten the disciples of fellow Taoist Yuchen?"

When Tianfei heard this, she frowned slightly. The next second, a night suddenly rose in Miluo's palace, followed by a flash of stars, and the four symbols and twenty-eight constellations shone brightly in the void.

Starlights intertwined, outlining the phantoms of four directions and four images, gathered on the nine-story pagoda, stimulating the Buddha's light and flames, and fell down with a light blow by a woman.

"This treasure is a Buddha treasure. How can I hurt me?"

The Monk King of Shilun looked at the falling pagoda and chuckled. A light of wisdom appeared in his eyebrows. The monks in his hand raised their sways. The light of the universe changed, and the twenty-eight constellations moved accordingly. The flames of Buddha light turned into golden auspicious clouds under the wisdom light, holding the pagoda to prevent it from falling.

"What about this treasure?"

Jin Ling, who was standing in the void, said, throwing out a jade-like Ruyi, a dragon-rolled and tiger-stopping, and knocking it at the monk Wang Tianling of the Time Wheel.

"This treasure is not a good treasure, how can it be approached by me?"

The monk king was still slow. He stretched out his hand and pointed, and a golden lotus bloomed in the air, holding the wishes and preventing them from falling.

"What kind of ability does the donor have, and the few fellow Taoists beside him, may as well show it together..."

Before the monk could finish his speech, Alu suddenly appeared in front of him. His Buddha light was condensed under his skin. His whole body was more than three feet tall. His muscles were raised high and he punched out with one punch. The Buddha light was squeezed like a golden liquid, flowing on his fist, turning into a Buddhist scripture.

"Look at this!"

Most of the monk's cultivation is concentrated in the Vajra Dharma image, which is used to restrain Ge Zhenjun.

The wisdom light created by wisdom is used to fix the four-simile tower of the golden spirit, and the lotus protects the dragon and tiger to support the wishes of the dragon and tiger.

Facing Alu's face, he could only shake the robe on his body, letting his light shine, and Buddha seals flew out one by one, forming a barrier in front of him.

However, the Buddha light like gold liquid on Ah Lu's fist fell on the barrier like the sun, ignoring the flow of blood, and forced the barrier to melt a hole and hit the monk's face.

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