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Looking at the dragon above his head.

Yun Qinghe's eyes were calm, his right hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, and he remained silent.

A faint echo came from the river: I'll capture you without any effort, and go back to Leichi Taoist Temple with me to avenge my crime.

Hearing this voice and seeing the magical power in the basket in front of her, she immediately remembered the identity of this person.

This sloppy Taoist Luokang is the mountain chief of Leichi Taoist Temple.

At the same time, he is also the chief worshiper of Tao Meng Bodhi Temple, Jing Shui Zhenjun, and his realm has reached the twelfth realm of Taoism, Yuanshen. Rumor has it that his basket can collect all the water from a surging river, and can also hold a fifth-grade monk. He can control a small world like a well, and he is a very powerful Taoist master.

The relationship between Bodhi Temple and the imperial court is very good, but the relationship with Tianshi Mansion is very poor.

The sloppy Taoist's voice sounded again: Little girl, you just assassinated the fifth prince at the state banquet before. The Holy Spirit did not pursue you further. Now you dare to kill him. You are undoubtedly committing a heinous crime and breaking the bottom line. Even if it is The Tianshi Mansion can’t protect you. The result of the Taoist Alliance’s original discussion was to let you cut off his arm instead of killing him. For the sake of personal grudges and old grudges, you have acted wantonly, and your Taoist heart has been dusted.

Yun Qinghe said nothing, but a golden slit opened between his eyebrows, shining brightly. It was just a slit, not an inch more.

The next second, a simple flying sword suddenly flew out from the gap, and Yun Qinghe's figure disappeared in a flash.

She doesn't like to talk nonsense or reason.

The sword in your hand is the truth.

The sword arrived first, and then reached the high point of the river, and struck down the blue-eyed dragon in front of him.

Ripples continued to appear on the smooth surface of the river, and the dragon at the bottom of the river kept swimming. A ferocious head looked at the woman above him with fear.

The sharp sword energy cut open the entire river in one stroke, splitting it into two in the middle. Huge waves like mountains were set off on both sides, revealing the river bed covered with dry grass.

Roar!

At this time, a dragon jumped out of the river and roared like thunder.

The dragon's sound waves rolled in, and Yun Qinghe's body retreated.

Holding the sword in one hand, she faced her face, perpendicular to the river, and drew a circle in the direction of the dragon. Her face was indifferent, and the light of the golden elixir flowed to her limbs and bones, and also entered the sword wrapped in cyan Dao Qi. In the long sword.

The next second, the sound waves immediately dispersed.

I saw a thin golden line crossing the river, like a shooting star.

Yun Qinghe stood proudly in the void, raised his foot slightly, and the majestic sword intent burst out.

From the sky, a sword fell.

The sword energy soared into the sky, splitting the hanging clouds in the sky, splitting the river, splitting everything in front of her, splitting the dragon in two from the middle, and splitting the whole world with her alone.

Only the hot dragon's blood was left spilled on the river.

Returned to the bank of Bianhe River.

In front of them were the sloppy Taoist priests and fierce monks from before.

The slovenly Taoist priest, whose eyes were covered with black cloth, turned his head to one side and followed her figure, slightly shifting his gaze, and said in a deep voice:

Little girl, besides being from Tianshi Mansion, are you also from over there?

Yun Qinghe said lightly: Yes or no, is it that important?

The sloppy Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and said in a sinister tone, Then this sect will give you one last chance to report your family identity. After that, if you are killed by this sect again, Bodhi Temple will not admit your mistake for this, let alone care about you. Where do you come from and who do you learn from?”

Yun Qinghe simply turned a deaf ear to this and was always looking for a way to escape.

After all, the opponent is the True Lord Jing Shui of the twelfth realm, and he is very powerful.

The natal flying sword between her eyebrows is very special. If you want to use it, you need to consume your lifespan. It must not be used unless it is absolutely necessary.

While the two were still talking.

The originally ferocious water-watching monk had disappeared.

Raising his arms and making fists, he hit the white-haired Taoist nun's head with a round swing.

Yun Qinghe raised the scabbard of his sword to resist, then turned the sword slightly, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at a certain point in the monk's heart.

Unexpectedly, the fierce monk's downward punch suddenly changed. He turned his fist into a palm and held the edge of the sword with his five fingers. However, his body showed no sign of being eroded by the sword energy.

You must know that when Lu Mingkong was assassinated, his arm was only cut off with the sword, and the sword energy entered his body, and even his legs were disabled.

Buzz buzz!

Following a low-pitched chanting, a large number of golden Sanskrit words suddenly appeared on the fierce monk's body, and his skin seemed to be plated with a layer of gold.

Yun Qinghe sensed something was wrong and decisively let go of the hilt of the sword. The edge of the sword passed across the monk's palm, making a series of metal and stone sounds that pierced the eardrum.

Sure enough, the fierce monk held the sword tip and swung it back, and the sword was thrown out and inserted dozens of feet away.

Immediately afterwards, his knees pushed out, and Yun Qinghe was kicked by one knee. There was a loud bang, and he flew seven or eight feet away. His back fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times. Fortunately, there was nothing on the shore. Sand and gravel, the face has not yet been turned to the ground, and the appearance is not broken.

The fierce monk didn't give her any chance to breathe, and the figure fell from the sky.

On his face, there were wisps of purple-gold aura flowing slowly, which was extremely sacred. At this time, the fierce monk spoke slowly, with a cold voice: No matter who it is, I at Leiyin Temple are not afraid, but I just don't know how many pounds of skin you can give me.

Just when the fierce monk was about to step down, there was a sudden vibration in the imperial city, which caught the attention of the two people.

This is.

The expressions of both the sloppy Taoist and the fierce monk changed. They looked up and saw the National Fortune True Dragon in flames in the void.

At this time, Yun Qinghe on the ground crushed a mottled purple talisman.

When the two lowered their heads again, they found that the white-haired Taoist nun had disappeared on the shore.

Damn it!

The sloppy Taoist cursed angrily and quickly stretched out his fingers to count.

But after calculating for a long time, there were no clues. He said with a gloomy face, This woman has many treasures on her body. If she has a divine object with her, I'm afraid she may have a big secret.

the other side.

In the Qingzhu Palace.

Lu Mingyuan took the martial arts skills that Ziyun had found and pondered them over and over again.

It's too wild, dragon and elephant strength.

This is an extremely profound Buddhist martial arts. It was understood by the Buddhist disciples of the Heavenly Dragon Elephant Arhat in the visualization of the Seventh Sakyamuni Patriarch. Its realm is divided into thirteen levels. Its external skills can make the palms powerful and domineering. Wu Zhu, each level of training increases the power of a dragon and an elephant. After training to the tenth level, it has the power of ten dragons and ten elephants. It can move mountains and fill seas, and destroy cities with one punch.

The fifth floor is a threshold, and the tenth floor is a threshold.

After cultivating the last three levels, it is said that you will have stronger magical powers.

However, even the Dragon Elephant Arhat himself has not succeeded in cultivation and is still in the hypothetical stage, that is, the theoretical stage.

The three religions are not separate from each other.

There are still some geniuses who can learn from each other's strengths and combine the essence of the two religions to create something new. This Tai Huang Long Xiang Jin is one of them.

Those true geniuses are those who practice both Confucianism and Taoism, or Buddhism and martial arts, in order to pursue a higher, deeper and more powerful realm.

Most people simply cannot do this.

While he was seriously pondering the technique, Ziyun stepped forward to report:

Your Highness, there is an official who looks distinguished and is wearing a scarlet robe. He wants to see you.

Lu Mingyuan frowned when he heard this: I can only wear scarlet robes when I am above the fourth rank. Who has nothing to do to come see me?

Even my mother hasn’t been here for a while.

Does Lu Mingyuan have any friends in the capital?

After he was imprisoned, there was no news about the gang of cunning friends.

He visited brothels every day, washed his feet, and had a three-piece suit in a gambling house. Apart from his prostitutes, he had almost no friends.

He didn't even allow the other party to come in, but a voice full of laughter sounded in his ears:

My great grandson, long time no see.

A middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties stepped into the Qingzhu Palace and passed through the dazzling collection of bookshelves in the front hall. The mist rose from the tea cup on the table. There was a golden fish bag hanging on this man's belt, with engraved words on both sides. A line of words, on the left is Minister of the Ministry of War and on the right is Wang Hefu, the official of the Zhengyi.

Seeing this name, Lu Mingyuan suddenly understood.

In front of him was a middle-aged man with a tough face, stern brows, and scorching eyes. He was wearing a red scarlet robe with long sleeves and exuding indescribable energy.

It was his cheap grandfather, Wang Hefu.

There is one more chapter, which will be posted an hour later. Let’s make an exception today. In the past, I have finished writing two chapters before posting them, but today is special.

Happy New Year to everyone and Happy New Year!

I also hope this book will have good results!

Bang bang bang!

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