Mu Chongxi disappeared into the crowd, holding a Chaoxi sword in his hand. Red sword light covered the battlefield. With just one sword, thousands of spiritual swords opened the way. As his hand rose and the sword fell, those with low realms would lose their breath the next second after being touched.
It was extremely ferocious. The Buddhist and Taoist disciples were already overwhelmed with how to deal with it. After Chen Muchan arrived, they immediately hid behind the Son of God.
Chen Muchan's eyes could not help but show a bit of coldness. He threw out the golden lotus with fierce power, knocking down the flying sword with one blow. "Don't go too far."
Seeing their own Son of God coming, the Buddhist practitioners who had been chased to a pulp straightened their backs.
Mu Chongxi held the spirit sword in his hand, his voice cold and murderous, "Were we going too far?"
"You've already joined our sect, and you're still saying we're going too far?"
He really wanted to curse. He was annoyed by the sight of this group of bald donkeys. Chaoxi Jian was not a sword spirit with a good temper. Although he was not as excited as Bu Jianjun, he was also happy to see blood.
Ye Qiao moved her feet and landed next to Mu Chongxi. She did not hold any weapon, but her sword floated in the air, ready to be recalled after killing enough sword spirits.
During team battles, large-scale sword formations are the most important.
A black curse mark was spinning in Ye Qiao's palm. "Who are you saying is going too far?"
Chen Muchan got goosebumps.
He didn't know what level of the seal in Ye Qiao's hand was, but it was pitch black and had a sense of Zen.
No matter how you look at it, it has some of their Buddhist and Taoist style.
Buddhism sounds very gentle, and harmony is the most important thing, right? But in fact, their mindset is not all gentle and harmless. Some of them are actually quite cruel. They will kill people if they disagree with them. How can they not be cruel?
Chen Muchan looked at the curse seal in Ye Qiao's hand with caution, "I have no intention of going against you, Ye Qiao."
As soon as he finished speaking, the younger brother behind him started shouting.
"Don't be so proud, Ye Qiao!"
"Our Son of God holds the Golden Lotus of Merit and is greatly favored by Heaven. It is inevitable that he will attain enlightenment and ascend to heaven in the future!"
They had the courage to brag, but Chen Muchen didn't even have the guts to respond.
——Golden Lotus of Merit?
Ye Qiao couldn't help but smile at them when he heard this: "Then do you recognize what I have in my hand?"
She threw it upwards suddenly, and two golden lotuses collided with each other. The identical innate spiritual weapons were in the air. In an instant, the foggy sky was illuminated as bright as day, and golden light filled the sky.
The appearance of the two golden lotuses of merit brought silence to the scene.
"Where did you imitate this from?" A Buddhist practitioner stumbled in his voice.
You know what, they look quite similar. It's really shocking.
That is the greatest treasure of their sect.
"Good job, Ye Qiao!"
"How dare you copy our Buddhist treasure!"
Ye Qiao stretched out her hand and raised it. The lotus flower was placed obediently in her palm. She smiled and said, "You said my lotus flower is fake? What evidence do you have?"
“…”
It's so weird.
The colors are exactly the same.
Even the functions are the same.
Even if the ascended ancestor of Chengfeng Sect came down from heaven to refine it, he would never be able to refine something exactly the same.
However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not imagine that Ye Qiao was taken away from another world. Everyone was shocked and confused as to what was going on.
After Chen Muchan observed the golden lotus closely, the little hope he had left, "What if I was mistaken" or "What if she had someone imitate it," disappeared completely.
He had lost all worldly desires, and commanded Jinlian to hit him twice perfunctorily, while thinking about how to protect his sect's people when the situation was hopeless.
As the saying goes, a man who knows the times is a hero, and a man should be able to bend and stretch.
If you can't beat him, you have to admit it. It's not shameful. Not only can he not beat him, even his master can't beat him.
When Yue Qingan and his junior sister arrived, they watched the scene of everyone showing off their magical powers, narrowed their eyes, and tossed the coin for divination again out of concern.
Chu Ling was really impressed by him. Why was he still fortune-telling at this time?
Whether it is good or bad, we will know after the fight, right?
Even if the divination showed a bad omen, would they not help? Of course not. Since they were here to help Emperor Mingzong, they had to wade into this muddy water no matter what.
While Chen Muchan was slacking off, he did not forget to protect his disciples as much as possible.
"You go and negotiate with him. Go quickly." Xue Yu's eyes lit up. Although Chen Muchen had no intention of fighting seriously, he was still protecting his people. With him protecting them like this, the disciples of their Changming Sect would be at a disadvantage.
Ye Qiao was thinking about the Seventh Elder and was ready to enter the formation to kill the other party. Since he couldn't get away, he would use the magic stick to defeat the magic stick.
The charlatan from Penglai and the son of God from Buddhism and Taoism must have a lot to talk about.
"Come on, come on, Qing'an, chat with him."
Yue Qingan looked up in surprise.
The two men maintained superficial peace and introduced themselves to each other. Chen Muchen sneered, and without saying a word, a golden circle slammed down at him.
If he can’t beat Ye Qiao, can he beat a disciple from Penglai Island who is not good at physical skills?
Chen Muchan didn't want to be an enemy of Chang Mingzong, but he also had to protect his fellow disciples.
It's impossible to just watch and not do anything.
Yue Qingan was indeed not good at fighting. Chu Ling threw his senior brother behind him, and threw more than a dozen chess pieces in front of him at the same speed, shouting angrily: "Bald bastard! How dare you bully my senior brother."
The chess pieces were made of thousand-year-old chalcedony and black stone, and were tempered on the chessboard for thousands of years. When one of them was smashed down, even though Chen Muchan was at a much higher level, he was still defeated.
Dead wall.
If his golden lotus had not been entangled by Ye Qiao's lotus, he could still have had a chance to touch Chu Ling.
But now all he can do is passively take the beating.
Chen Muchan had a gloomy expression. The chess piece smashed his golden body into pieces in a few strokes, and he spat out a mouthful of blood from the backlash.
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