Golden Buddha Sea.

The burning industry is still shrinking and advancing rapidly.

"Amitabha! Why did this old witch Yuyao Zhenji build the Yaochi Holy Land so far away!"

놛I was anxious, but not too anxious.

After all, doesn't he know how strong the concealment and defense capabilities of the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus are?

The main thing is the shadow of the famous tree. I don't know what's going on with this Sword Pavilion ancestor. He is obviously not in the Mahayana stage but he can destroy Yu Yaozhen's plan.

When one reaches this level, one believes in cause and effect and fate.

The ancestor of Jiange can stir up trouble and make Yuyao really anxious and exhausted, and he can also make 놛 anxious and exhausted.

We have to be on guard...

Just when I was thinking this.

Snap——!

The string of Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly broke.

My heart sank as well.

When one reaches this state of cultivation and studies Buddhism deeply, a layer of cause and effect rhythm will appear around the body.

Any insignificant thing happening around you may be a metaphor for something.

As a Buddhist practitioner, breaking a Buddhist bead is definitely not a trivial matter.

놛 narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a thread of cause and effect from the thousands of Buddha lights in front of him, and carefully comprehended it, and then his face changed drastically.

"The 12th-grade golden lotus of the Venerable was actually broken? How is it possible!?"

At first, Yu Yaozhen and Zhang Yibai had to get their consent to enter the Burning Holy Land, but they had no way to deal with the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus that could escape into the void.

How could the Sword Pavilion Patriarch, who only had the cultivation level of Dongxu, break 깊놛's magic treasure?

Why? !

The burning industry is still unsolved, and it can speed up the process.

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Golden Buddha Sea.

The violent true energy mixed with sword energy boiled on the sea surface.

The underwater cliff created by the original formation has disappeared.

The twelve-petal golden lotus still stood on the sea, but the originally full petals were now covered with cracks, and the golden powder would dissipate with the wind.

The precious light on the golden lotus also became much dimmer than before.

Behind the golden lotus, a sword mark as wide as a hundred feet pierced straight to the end of the sea and the sky. The sword energy was raging in the sword mark, and the sea water that was opened to the left and right could not be closed.

"The Dao gave birth to a sword! It is indeed the Dao that gave birth to a sword!"

Zhang Yibai looked at the sword mark and shook his head and sighed:

"When this sword was drawn, it was already peerless. Once it was drawn, it was truly unrivaled in the world!"

Chen Huaian sheathed his sword and saw that there was a gap in the golden lotus. The mist over the pool of water inside the golden lotus had dissipated, revealing the entrance to the holy land.

"Can we get in this way?" he asked Zhang Yibai again.

"Of course~" Zhang Yibai pinched his beard with one hand and smiled with narrowed eyes: "This Burning Industry Master thinks that he is almost certain to win with the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus protecting the Holy Land, so you don't have to worry about any killing array or trap array he sets up in the Holy Land, just rush in!"

Chen Huaian felt relieved after hearing this. He turned his head to look at the monks lined up behind him and said loudly: "Fenjing Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land have done all kinds of evil things. Your Excellency 꿷日녤 is acting on behalf of heaven. Please join Your Excellency in attacking the Holy Land. Revenge if there is revenge, and repay if there is grievance!"

"yes--!"

All the monks roared in anger.

Whether it is Danzong, Lingxi Valley, Jiange or Zhenwu Holy Land, they have all been persecuted by Fenjing Holy Land to varying degrees.

Fortunately, Jiange had been rescued as several core disciples were rescued, but the young master of Lingxi Valley was now imprisoned in Fenjing Holy Land. The real master Zhang Yibai of Zhenwu Holy Land was backstabbed by the monk Fenye, and many elite disciples of Danzong were also killed in the alchemy.

If there is finally a chance to take revenge, everyone is eager to try.

Everyone responded, and Chen Huaian was also unambiguous.

He directly took out the Jiulong Shengxuan that he had bought before, and nine black dragons flew down from the sky.

Chen Huaian stepped on the head of the largest black dragon, and the monks behind him went up to the Holy Pavilion one after another.

Following a loud dragon roar, nine black dragons pulled Sheng Xuan into the entrance of the secret realm at the center of the Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus.

The Golden Buddha Sea was calm, but the sword scar that ran through the entire sea was still raging on the sea level.

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The Twelve-Rank Golden Lotus is indeed Fen Ye’s most proud spiritual treasure.

Entering the Xumi Realm is like sinking into an ocean illuminated by the Buddha's light. Every bubble in the sea water is a small world, and the disciples of the Fenjing Holy Land have opened up caves and spiritual fields in these small worlds, enjoying the high concentration of spiritual energy that far exceeds that of the Cangyun Realm.

Among them, the Holy Land of Purification is located in the largest small world.

It is also in the center of Xumi Realm, like a golden sun. When you get close to it, you can hear bursts of Buddhist chants coming from it.

The Burning Holy Land is getting closer.

It also means that danger is approaching.

Chen Huaian glanced at his disciple and warned him, "Qingran, I will be fighting with the masters of the Burning Pure Holy Land later, and I may also face the Burning Ye Monk. At that time, the Venerable may not be able to take care of you..."

"Master, I'm not a child anymore!" Li Qingran pouted and said angrily, "Master, just go and fight. I will follow Uncle Zhang Mengchu and will definitely not run around."

Zhang Mengchu and Li Ziping are the strongest among these cultivators.

Li Ziping led a large group of monks to attack the Holy Land of Fenjing.

Zhang Mengchu protected the rear and held the line.

No one knows when Fen Ye will return.

Therefore, there must be someone to sit in the rear to prevent the house from being stolen.

"Okay! Remember your words!" Chen Huaian put his hands behind his back and said seriously, "I didn't want to bring you here last day, but you insisted on coming, so you must be obedient... If I know that you are running around, I will have to deal with you!"

"Oh~" Li Qingran responded obediently, and suddenly tilted his head and said: "If I make a mistake, how will the master punish me?"

Chen Huaian blurted out without thinking:

"Hmph! I'll beat your ass!"

Li Qingran said nothing, lowered her head and her pretty face blushed.

Chen Huaian felt a little proud when he saw this.

It takes some tough measures to deal with a shy girl like Li Qingran. Otherwise, sooner or later this girl will get ahead of herself and pin 놛 down to rebel against Tian Gang.

Li Qingran was thinking about the scientific knowledge that Zhao Ying gave her.

I know that some men like breasts, some men like legs, and some men like butts... Could it be that Master is the latter? If Master likes it, even though I am very shy...

She pinched her fingers and muttered softly:

"Then...it's not impossible for my disciple to accept it..."

"What!?" Chen Huaian was shocked.

I was just about to turn around and confirm with Li Qingran.

The nine black dragons pulling the carriage in front roared in unison.

The Burning Holy Land has arrived.

Just go through the wave-like light film in front of you and you will find it.

However, a speck of light blocked the way.

He was an old monk wearing a cassock, with gray eyebrows hanging down to his chin, and the Buddha's light was blooming from his body.

The old monk sat cross-legged in meditation, his hands slowly spread out, and thousands of Buddha lights spread out from his skinny arms, which looked like a bodhi tree from a distance.

The Bodhi tree stood in front of the water film and also blocked the Nine Dragons Holy Pavilion.

Although the old man is still very small.

The nine black dragons seemed to be locked up and unable to move.

"My Buddhist name is Fen Guang."

The old monk opened his eyes and clasped his hands together. The Bodhi tree behind him was still growing taller. The lips on that kind face moved slightly, but the words he uttered were full of murderous intent.

"Anyone who trespasses into the Holy Land of Burning Purification will be killed without mercy!"

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