Just leave and leave.

Yang Lin left quietly.

The battle between Dashang's army still has to be fought...

Although Wen Zhong had some regrets in his heart, he did not lose much confidence.

Next, he led his troops to surround Xiqi City and beat them violently, so much so that Xiqi was given a no-war card, and all the experts did not dare to go out.

Because Zhao Gongming has always been guarding, and anyone who dares to go out to challenge will be killed immediately.

He also provoked the generals from time to time, just to force Lu Ya, Ran Deng, Jiang Ziya and others out and kill them quickly.

Zhao Gongming, as the senior disciple of the outer sect of Jie Jiao, was always very proud.

This time, he suffered a big loss and almost died on the spot. He couldn't even sleep well if he couldn't breathe out.

"Lu Ya is a dog thief, a villain from Ran Deng. If you have the guts to go out of the city to fight, let's see if Grandpa Zhao doesn't beat the shit out of you..."

"Jiang Ziya, you are so timid. Why don't you go back and sell brooms, live a good life with your mother-in-law, and learn to lead the army in battles? You, a loser who has not yet become a monk, are you qualified?"

Zhao Gongming called for battle for three days in a row. Although he could not vent his anger, it was actually quite satisfying to force people to yell and scold him like this.

Moreover, he knew that no matter how much the other party tried to shrink back, he could not keep shrinking.

Because, unlike ordinary mortal battles, during the calamity, you cannot avoid it by hiding. You have to face it. Otherwise, the momentum will be suppressed and the calamity is imminent. Maybe those golden immortals and those masters will be able to practice cultivation.

It’s not necessarily possible that you’ll be able to explode on the spot after practicing.

Of course, even if we don't consider the reason for the disaster, if the prestige of the Chan Sect continues to be suppressed by the disciples of the Jie Jiao, the disciples can tolerate it, but the uncle cannot bear it no matter what. Sooner or later, he will force all the Qi Refiners in the city to fight.

"Just waiting for you."

Zhao Gongming's face was filled with murderous intent, and he was thinking hard.

…

In the evening of the third day.

The twenty-four o'clock light shone in the back of Zhao Gongming's head, and he cursed for a while as usual. He felt very relieved and wanted to go back to the camp.

Unexpectedly, with the sound of a cannon, the Xiqi City Gate opened to the sky, the formation was withdrawn, and two figures came out.

The leader is a man with a fishtail crown, a red robe, and a dark face. He is not Taoist Lu Ya, who is he?

Beside him, a delicate and delicate monk with a face like a full moon lowered his head and followed quietly, without much sense of presence.

Zhao Gongming didn't pay much attention to the monk, nor did he care much about the moonlight halo on his head.

This person only has the magic power of the Golden Immortal at best. Compared with the cultivation of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chanjiao, it is slightly inferior and does not pose much of a threat.

The key is that Taoist Lu Ya dared to go out of the city to fight.

"Okay, very good, I finally see you again." Zhao Gongming said a few words through his teeth.

With his crotch tightened, the black tiger galloped forward and rushed forward, unable to wait even a moment.

While sweeping the whip, the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls behind his head crashed down heavily, as if the sky and the earth were shattered together.

This time, he guarded against Taoist Lu Ya's magical movement technique of turning into a rainbow and escaping. As soon as he made a move, he used Ding Haizhu to block the surrounding space, disrupting the yin and yang of the five elements. He trapped the opponent first and then killed him, forcing the opponent to fight head-on.

There were no Twelve Golden Immortals to restrain him, and there was no Taoist Ran Deng to attack the soul. Zhao Gongming was confident that he could kill Taoist Lu Ya on the spot with just three strikes.

Even if the other party's cultivation level is one level higher than yours, there won't be any surprises.

Because he knew that Taoist Lu Ya's treasure of self-defense and life-protection was gone.

Zhao Gongming has always been domineering and domineering. He does whatever he wants and doesn't like to listen to what others say.

Even his three sisters, Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao, couldn't persuade him.

His master, Master Tongtian, ordered all his disciples not to leave the mountain or their homes, but he didn't really listen to these words.

It can be seen from this that this person is used to going his own way, and his thoughts may not be very delicate. He did not notice that the monk behind Lu Ya had something wrong with his expression.

Yang Lin, who turned into a mosquito and hid on the side of the battlefield, waiting quietly, could clearly see the excitement flashing in the monk's eyes, as if he saw the expression of the prey taking the bait...

There was something moving in his heart.

'For three days, I have been showing off my no-war card and did not dare to go out to fight, but today I took the initiative to come out. Moreover, I still asked Taoist Lu Ya, a Qi refiner who has a grudge against Zhao Gongming, to come and provoke me. There must be a deep meaning in this.'

'I didn't see this monk that day. Judging from his state of cultivation and the appearance of his magic power, he was either Sunlight Bodhisattva or Moonlight Bodhisattva. Judging from the nature of his power, it was probably Moonlight Bodhisattva. This man is said to be the second generation of Western Buddhism.

The best among the disciples were well-received and trusted, and they were disciples of Buddhism with upright roots.

Since he appears here, it means that a certain big shot in the Western Church has intervened.'

A certain name rings in my heart.

Yang Lin became more vigilant.

He transformed into a mosquito and remained motionless, silently paying attention to the battlefield.

But he knew in his heart that Zhao Gongming had little hope of revenge this time.

Sure enough, the Dinghai Divine Pearl hit his head and locked Taoist Lu Ya's Rainbow Light Escape Technique. Zhao Gongming even had a sneer on his face. Suddenly, a wooden staff appeared on the spot and flew into the air from the hand of Moonlight Bodhisattva...

…

The colorful brilliance goes straight to the bullfight.

To be precise, this is not a wooden stick, but a big tree that stands tall and tall.

As soon as the colorful tree shadows appeared, the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls were fixed in mid-air.

It seems that I have fallen into an infinite space. The mountains are long, the rivers are far, and the rivers are far away...

It can't fall down, and it can't hit anyone.

What's even more bizarre is that the mist-like colorful light seems to have a strong contagious power and spreads in all directions.

Moreover, it can also cut through the invisible spiritual power...

Zhao Gongming suddenly lost his sense of the Dinghai Divine Pearl. At the same time, the light invaded his body, and he couldn't control his body. He wanted to throw himself into the colorful light and receive a blow from the wooden staff.

'Good guy, I'm just good guy.'

If Yang Lin hadn't transformed into a mosquito and hid on the helmet of a merchant soldier, he would have been stunned with his mouth wide open.

'Even the Seven Treasures Tree, the treasure of Saint Chunti's enlightenment, is made out. What's the difference between this and the Saint's presence in person? No, there is still a difference. At least you can cover your face afterwards and look better.'

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! 'Fortunately, Moonlight Bodhisattva's cultivation level is not high enough and cannot fully inspire all the supreme treasures such as the Seven Treasures Tree, which has innate spiritual roots.

Yes, if Saint Zhunti had taken action himself, the twenty-four beads would have disappeared with one stroke of his stick... Even Zhao Gongming would have been hit on the head with a stick on the spot, and he would not have known how he died.

At this time, Zhao Gongming could still struggle and resist, but he just couldn't control the Dinghai Divine Pearl...

The two sides have reached a stalemate, and he is already proud of himself.'

If the matter ends here and everyone ends in peace, returns to camp, and fights another day, then it would be nothing serious.

It's a pity that the cultivators of Chanjiao never disappoint in seizing opportunities.

Taoist Lu Ya hasn't moved yet. He just appeared as a bait. He had just broken free from the blocked time and space and had no chance to take action.

Over there, Taoist Ran Deng was already silent and knocked down with one foot.

The world is turned upside down.

Boom...

The beating made Zhao Gongming's eyes flash with stars, sparks flew out of his head, his internal organs shook violently, and blood sputtered out like a fountain.

This is not over yet.

Several more figures emerged from behind.

A huge seal suddenly shot down...

Zhao Gongming's figure was smashed like porcelain with tens of thousands of cracks, and it was about to fall apart in the next moment.

An immortal rope was quietly wrapped around him, binding his soul and body, and tightly binding his body from top to bottom, keeping it in its original state.

A ray of white light from the mirror shone directly on his face, making Zhao Gongming's eyes turn white.

Another fan passed by, seven birds chirped, and five fires lit up the sky...

"Peng!"

Like a lantern exploding, it makes a soft sound.

Zhao Gongming's body was already in the fire and turned into powder and fly ash. It was blown by the wind and scattered into the air, fluttering and falling.

'So cruel, so cruel.'

Yang Lin almost couldn't keep himself alive as a mosquito.

Seeing all the immortals from the Chan Sect charging forward with unparalleled ferocity, they all took out their trump cards and made sure to kill them with their moves.

Zhao Gongming didn't even hum. His body was broken, his spirit was extinguished, and then he was burned into ashes. This arrangement made Yang Lin feel chills running down his spine.

In the distance, Wen Zhong screamed in pain and quickly shook Mo Qilin. He turned around and shed tears of blood while sternly scolding the army to retreat back to the camp. He did not dare to go on stage.

The twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls have lost their owners and are spinning around in the air, with no one knowing where they will fall?
To be continued...