Abbot Xuanku slammed his nine-ring staff to the ground, and eighteen golden rings simultaneously emitted dazzling Buddha light.

"What a great Third Prince!"

The old monk's long, snow-white eyebrows stood up straight, and when his eyes were wide open, a golden swastika appeared in his pupils, without a trace of his usual compassionate demeanor.

"Using the Divine Pill as bait, he lured a cultivator into committing murder. This child should be punished by having his tongue pulled out and being plowed!"

Xuan Ji, the head of the Demon Subduing Hall, looked up and said.

"Abbot, thirty-seven sects have already sent people to the Ten Thousand Spider Valley."

Xuan Ku suddenly tore off his brocade robes, and the scene underneath the robes shocked the monks.

His bony body was densely covered with golden Sanskrit characters.

"I have been trapped in the Divine Emperor Realm for 2.98 million years."

Xuan Ku's voice suddenly became youthful and loud, and his hunched back gradually straightened.

Suddenly, a golden light as thick as a bucket burst out from the top of his head, and the golden light condensed into the image of the Eight-Armed Vajra King in the air.

This statue is completely different from ordinary Buddhist statues. Its eight arms hold weapons such as a skull bowl, a human skin drum, and a guillotine sword, and it steps on seven skeletons, which is exactly the wrathful appearance recorded in Buddhist scriptures.

"The abbot has been possessed by a demon!"

Xuan Nan, the head monk of the Arhat Hall, cried out in shock. The rosary in his hand suddenly broke, and the 108 Bodhi seeds fell to the ground and turned into ashes.

Xuan Ku laughed loudly towards the sky, and his laughter shook the entire Jinshan Mountain.

"Fool! Subduing demons is cultivation, and becoming possessed by demons is also cultivation!"

clang--

Xuan Ku stuck his staff into the ground, and the entire golden mountain suddenly rose a hundred feet high.

"You all recite the Diamond Sutra a hundred times. If I can obtain the elixir formula, a true Buddha of ancient times will emerge from my Jinshan Temple!"

As the old monk took his first step out of the hall, his old skin began to peel off, revealing his new body as white as diamond glass.

The Eighteen Arhats followed closely behind, leaving burning golden footprints on the stone steps with every step.

When they reached the mountain gate, all the bells and drums in the entire Jinshan Mountain rang without anyone ringing.

…

Inside the Xuantian Hall of the Taiqing Palace, a ray of morning light penetrated the nine layers of gauze curtains and landed on the jade slip in the hands of Palace Master Zhao Muwan.

The next moment, the jade tablet turned into crystal powder and slipped from her slender white fingers.

"God-casting Pill."

There was a barely perceptible fluctuation in her cold voice, and the shadow of the three flowers on her head flickered, making the cinnabar mole on her forehead look as bright as blood.

"The Third Prince actually offered this item as a reward. What on earth did that Spider Woman do to him?"

The seven elders opened their eyes at the same time when they heard the voice, and Elder Qingwei in the northwest corner spoke.

"Palace Master, please think twice! This is clearly a plot set up by the royal family. Our Taiqing Palace is the orthodox one. If the Dan party participates in the encirclement and suppression, I'm afraid—"

"Junior Sister Qingwei."

Zhao Muwan smiled and waved her whisk lightly.

"Slaying demons and eliminating evil is our duty. What does this have to do with the recipe for the elixir?"

Nangong Qingxue stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Disciple is willing to take the Taiqing Divine Light Mirror to the Ten Thousand Spider Valley."

Zhao Muwan stared at her beloved disciple for a long time, and suddenly took out a piece of ice silk handkerchief from her arms.

When the handkerchief was unfolded, a crystal clear snowflake was wrapped inside. This was a treasure condensed from the mysterious energy of the Arctic, which would not melt for a hundred years.

"Take this."

The Palace Master pressed the snowflake between Nangong Qingxue's eyebrows, and it instantly turned into an ice pattern and disappeared into her skin.

"If we meet the bald donkeys from Jinshan Temple, let them make the first move."

"Disciple will follow Master's teachings."

After Nangong Qingxue left, Zhao Muwan looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the palace. The morning sun was stretching her shadow very long.

"I have been nurturing this sword for three million years. It is time to unsheathe it."

Qing Wei's expression changed drastically upon hearing this: "Could it be that the Palace Master is going to take action personally?"

"If the God-Forging Pill really appeared in the world, do you think those old monsters in seclusion would sit idly by?" Zhao Muwan chuckled. "I want to see who can compete with the heritage that my Taiqing Palace has nurtured for a thousand years."

At this moment, the clear cry of a crane was heard outside the hall.

A water mirror flew out from Zhao Muwan's sleeve, revealing the scene of the Ten Thousand Spider Valley.

There were dark clouds pressing down on the sky, evil spirits rising to the sky, and it could be vaguely seen that the Arhat formation of Jinshan Temple had begun to operate.

"The show is about to begin."

…

"Bang!"

The bronze wine jar exploded in Jiuyou's ferocious claws, and the dark red thousand-year-old blood spirit wine gushed out like magma, flowing along the muscular arms of the Demon Emperor.

The wolf demon spy kneeling in the center of the hall was struck by the purple lightning bursting out from the spiral horns on the Demon Emperor's head before he could scream.

In the blinding lightning, the strong body carbonized at a speed visible to the naked eye and collapsed into a human-shaped pile of ashes.

"A human child actually possesses the God-Forging Pill?"

Jiuyou Zeng's voice was like the roar of thousands of thunders, shaking the entire Jiuyou Palace.

Thousands of ancient demon skulls hanging on the dome collided with each other, making a creepy crisp sound.

Suddenly, faint ghostly lights lit up in those empty eye sockets, illuminating the hall like the Nine Nether Hell.

In the shadow of the corner of the temple, ripples suddenly appeared on the smooth black crystal ground.

A woman with a snake tail swam out, her dark green scales gleaming with metallic luster in the firelight.

Her upper body looked like a stunning beauty, except for her forked tongue which occasionally darted out.

"Your Majesty, the Holy Imperial Chamber of Commerce's bounty this time is strange. How could that human prince possess the recipe for the Divine Forging Pill? It's probably a trap."

"trap?"

Jiuyou Zeng suddenly laughed wildly, and bone wings that covered the sky and the sun spread out behind him, with dark resentful souls entangled on each bone spur.

"Three million years ago, Taiqing Palace set an ambush, and six hundred thousand years ago, Jinshan Temple set up a battle formation. But has anyone ever been able to harm this emperor in the slightest?"

The snake girl wanted to persuade him again, but she saw Jiuyou Zeng suddenly stand up.

"Pass on this emperor's decree!"

His voice instantly spread to every corner of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. One hundred thousand monsters in the valley roared to the sky at the same time, and the sound waves shook the clouds within a hundred miles to disperse.

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