Chapter 137 Blue Dragon Kills God

The wind blew up the dark clouds, and the night rain covered Hengshan City. The visibility was extremely low. Only when lightning flashed from time to time could it be bright.

Li Yuan raised his hammer and retreated violently. He looked a little pale, but his eyes were full of envy.

Compared with the thunder dragon transformed by his true energy, the five spirits in the rain curtain, including the old ghost of Motian, looked very much like the legendary giant monsters.

The oppression brought by the looming was unparalleled. This was the conflict between human power and the power of heaven and earth, the power of entering the Tao.

"? !"

In the heavy rain, nine heads danced wildly, and their pupils shrank.

In an instant, he had recognized the four spirits in the rain curtain.

Long Yingchan, Long Xixiang, Nie Xianshan, Cang Xianzhi, three masters, and one great master!

"How could it be so fast?"

Mo Tian's scalp was numb, as if he had seen a ghost.

He was quite afraid of the Dragon and Tiger Temple, and therefore, he was reluctant to use his spiritual phase. Once he used it, he would immediately escape after capturing and killing the assassin.

He even had a plan in mind to deal with the pursuit of the Dragon and Tiger Temple, but it was too fast. He activated his spiritual phase for only a few breaths, how could all the people arrive?

"Ambush!"

The thought flashed through his mind, and Mo Tian felt his heart chilled. In a flash, the body made of dark mist exploded.

Boom!

The wind rolled, blowing away the heavy rain.

Li Yuan's clothes were blown "rustling" hundreds of meters away. The old ghost Mo Tian was very decisive and used the explosion of his body as an obstacle. All nine heads broke free from their necks and flew in all directions at a very fast speed.

"Decisive enough."

Li Yuan also reacted quickly. With a flick of his wrist, the long whip had been thrown out three hundred meters away. With a crisp explosion, a head shattered.

But only one was broken. It was not because of slow reaction, but after a while, the dragon claw that stretched out from the dark clouds had already reached down.

Unlike the first time, Li Yuan was quite shocked when he saw this dragon claw up close. The pattern and scales were so lifelike that no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look fake.

Buzz!

When the dragon claw closed, Li Yuan felt a blackness in front of his eyes. The dragon claw seemed to have caught the wind, rain, air flow and even light in this urban area.

The old ghost was decisive. Some of the remaining eight heads had already escaped, but they were still caught in the dragon claw.

Then, rubbed.

"Ah!"

This time there was no shock and anger, but a scream caused by severe pain.

"Spectacular."

Li Yuan couldn't hide his shock.

The moment the old ghost activated the spirit phase, he felt creepy. Obviously, it was already a master-level power, but under this dragon claw, there was no power to resist.

Escape, can't escape.

And this is just a dragon claw, not the dragon body, not to mention the world-famous "Wind Tiger Cloud Dragon" of Long Yingchan.

"The title of land immortal is indeed not in vain."

Li Yuan murmured in his heart.

Even he was so awed when he saw the great master take action. For ordinary people, this is not an immortal, what is an immortal?

In addition to awe, he also felt a lot more at ease in his heart. The bigger the backer, the better.

Huh

After the silence, the four spiritual images disappeared, and the wind and rain swept in again, washing away all traces.

In a corner of the ruins of the broken ancient temple, the little tiger shook off the moisture on his body, took a deep look at the traces that dissipated in the air, and retreated into the darkness.

"God is the bridge between heaven and earth, the great master,..."

Outside the ancient temple, Long Xixiang, Nie Xianshan and the other three stood quietly, and did not try to stop the eight heads, because they knew it was meaningless.

They had long been accustomed to their own Taoist master who liked to do things personally.

"Huh!"

At this time, Li Yuan saw Long Yingchan. He was standing on the street outside the ancient temple, playing with a palm-sized stone tablet.

His breath was peaceful and there was no smell of fireworks.

Evidently, his figure was seen with the naked eye, but in Li Yuan's perception, there was only rain, and no breath remained.

"It seems that there is only this old Motian ghost."

Nie Xianshan felt quite bored. He didn't even get a chance to attack when he went down the mountain. He glanced at Li Yuan who came to greet him quickly, and his mood suddenly became worse.

He had seen the whip on this kid in the past, but, like other magic weapons, he ignored him...

"Yan Tianxiong is still cautious. I thought I could meet him face to face."

Playing with the statue of Motian Nine Sons, Long Yingchan felt it was a pity.

But he acted so quickly, even if he knew that there was only this old Motian ghost, he would still go this way.

The main one is safe.

"These evil people of the evil god cult, under the banner of worshipping God, in fact, none of them really worship God. Not to mention that it is just an incarnation, he would not care if Motian's real body died here."

Nie Xianshan was not surprised.

"Yes."

Cang Xianzhi echoed and expressed his agreement.

"It may not be Yan Tianxiong,..."

Long Yingchan frowned slightly. "

Capturing and killing this old ghost and purging the evil god cult's secret agents are just superficial reasons. He wanted to take this opportunity to see Yan Tianxiong, but unfortunately the latter was too cautious.

It was a waste of the battle he prepared, and it was a pity that he could not try the Qin building owner by the way.

In addition...

He glanced at Li Yuan, his mind was somewhat subtle.

According to his estimation, this kid can only defeat the old ghost Motian by activating the Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer. He really didn't expect the Blue Dragon Whip.

The magic weapon admires the strong, but it also cares about fate. Otherwise, Nie Xianshan would not have no magic weapon to recognize its master.

If the magic weapon is like this, let alone the best magic weapon?

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“Clouds follow dragons, winds follow tigers.”

“Long Yingchan’s spiritual appearance is becoming more and more terrifying.

Outside Hengshan City, on a higher barren mountain, Yu Banzhou’s face was pale as if he had been drained of energy. The Red Flame Dragon King stood with his hands behind his back, jumping far into the night sky. After a moment, he retracted his gaze and sighed.

"Master Motian is doomed?"

Yu Banzhou took the elixir, and his blood and qi were much better than before. He forced himself to stand up, and looked at the dragon claws disappearing in the rain, and felt cold sweats.

"if not?"

The Scarlet Flame Dragon King sneered: "These old ghosts have been dead for too long, and they don't have many bright minds. It would be strange if they didn't die. Fortunately, they are not stupid enough and did not call for the true body to come. Otherwise, the righteous gods decreed by the imperial court Location, one less.”

King Chiyan's tone was cold and somewhat sarcastic.

Yu Banzhou shrank his head, he did not dare to get involved in the conflicts between the higher-ups of the Holy Religion and those revered gods.

"His Holiness, shall we go back?"

Yu Banzhou was a little worried and he really didn't want to go back.

"I will definitely go back, but I have to wait for the next old ghost to come."

King Chi Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. Without these idiots standing in front of him, he really didn't dare to enter Hengshan City.

Long Yingchan was used to peeping, so he had to be careful.

"Again?"

Yu Banzhou felt his heart heavy. Over the past few years, he even regretted why he wanted to be the deputy hall leader.

There are not many advantages, but a lot of disadvantages. Not only do you have to replenish the energy of the beast in front of you, but you also face a life-or-death crisis at all times.

"Of course they are coming. I heard that the missing Thousand Spirits Savior Monument contains hundreds of years of Thousand Spirits incense. This is the fate of those old ghosts. Do you think they will be willing to do it?"

Dharma King Chiyan walked to the foot of the tree and sat cross-legged.

"A century-old incense?"

Yu Banzhou was startled, and then he suddenly realized the true purpose of Master Motian's arrival, but he couldn't help but wonder: "There is a lot of incense that has been around for a hundred years. How dare Protector Fang send it to Longhu Temple? Could it be..."

"I want to hold a ceremony at Longhu Temple, but how can it be possible without a hundred-year-old incense? The ceremony failed and the incense was lost. This is why those old ghosts are also angry."

Hearing the explanation, Yu Banzhou's teeth were a little sour. Those old ghosts were too courageous, and his flesh ached.

A century-old incense, generally speaking, refers to the land of a state. He understood the mood of the gods very well when so much incense was lost.

"Hundred-year-old incense, if I were Master Qianling, I would not be able to swallow this breath."

Yu Banzhou sighed in his heart, how could he encounter such a bad thing? He just wanted to practice martial arts well.

"You'll get used to it if you swallow a little more."

The heavy rain gradually subsided, and the red flame king under the tree turned into a red light and sank into Yu Banzhou's body. He was quite happy to see those old guys being defeated.

"Farewell to the Dharma King."

Yu Banzhou smiled bitterly.

…

"Wind Tiger Yunlong."

On the eaves of a restaurant, Yan Chunyang stood with his hands behind his hands. Two old slaves, one on the left and one on the right, were shocked when they looked at the dispersed shadow of Yunlong.

"This Long Yingchan's martial arts is really powerful. This spiritual aspect is probably only inferior to the prince's demon-suppressing dragon divine aspect."

The two old slaves were quite in awe.

"This Fenghu Yunlong is not bad at all, but it's a pity that it is not worthy to be compared with the master's demon-suppressing spirit."

When Yan Chunyang heard this, he said coldly: "Give me ten years and kill him like a dog..."

The two old slaves turned pale with fear and hurriedly suppressed their voices to persuade: "Master Marquis, be careful what you say."

"This is the great master..."

"What about the Grand Master?"

Yan Chunyang snorted lightly, but did not mention it again. Instead, he asked: "Is it said that there are any preliminary selections for various martial arts exercises?"

"Go back to Lord Marquis, there is something like this."

An old slave bowed and responded: "According to the rules, before performing martial arts, most of the spectators will be screened out."

Another old slave took over the conversation: "In previous years, this so-called primary election was just a formality, but Long Yingchan moved all the Dragon and Tiger Towers out. He obviously has bad intentions and must be guarded against."

"With bad intentions?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Yan Chunyang's face: "I am feeling bored."

The two old slaves looked at each other, and their expressions changed a little. They had been following Yan Chunyang for a long time, and they felt a little uneasy when they heard what he said.

"Master Marquis, please don't act recklessly. Your Majesty, he is an old man..."

Yan Chunyang raised his hand to stop the two of them from talking, and the smile on his face grew stronger: "What is this primary election? When will it start?"

"this……"

The two old slaves felt their scalps numb, but they could only answer:

"The primary election should last for one year. At the latest, it should start before winter this year. If it is earlier, it may start in a month or two."

"Before winter?"

Yan Chunyang calculated with his fingers: "The time is a bit tight, but we can almost gather the amount needed for the Thousand Yin Ceremony..."

As he said that, he glanced at the two of them: "I hope this ceremony will not disappoint me."

"this......"

How can two old slaves dare to guarantee this?

"call"

The two of them wanted to say something else, but Yan Chunyang had already stepped back to the backyard.

…

…

"Sixty-three strands of third-level incense and eleven strands of fourth-level incense are enough."

In the hut, Li Yuan changed his clothes and counted the harvest. He counted the incense that lit a sacred fire furnace together.

"The temple is still too small. If it were replaced by the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva Temple or the Hundred-Armed Taoist Temple..."

After taking some inventory, Li Yuan felt calm. For him now, this bit of incense could only be regarded as mosquito meat.

He opened the door and saw that the heavy rain was gradually easing, and the lights were on in the small temple in the distance. He felt moved, and he brought wine, tea, some fruits and snacks over there.

"come in!"

In the small temple, just as Li Yuan expected, Long Yingchan, Nie Xianshan, and Cang Xianzhi were all there.

Li Yuan poured tea and wine quickly with his hands and feet, and stood aside to wait without saying a word.

"There were about a dozen of them in the west of the city. They were all captured, but a few tough ones committed suicide on the spot."

"It's almost the same over there."

The others didn't care that he was listening and continued to talk. It should be the number of spies to be eliminated.

"Before the martial arts performances, we have to eliminate a wave. This is related to the face of the sect. We have to take action when necessary. Don't just rely on the younger generation below."

Long Yingchan had just put down his teacup when Li Yuan filled it up for him.

"Okay, if you have something to say, just say it."

Nie Xianshan held the teacup and glanced at the blue dragon belt around his waist while speaking.

"Disciple is a little curious about that old ghost."

Li Yuan said, but looked at Long Yingchan. The latter's two long eyebrows rose and fell, and he didn't answer, but took out a booklet from his chest.

"What is this?"

Li Yuan reached out to take it.

"This is some information about the evil god cult in the sect..."

Long Yingchan looked at him deeply and picked up the teacup:

"Go back and read it yourself."

"Thank you, Taoist master."

Li Yuan felt uncomfortable when he was looked at by him, and took the booklet and said goodbye.

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