Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 364 Get It Yourself (Two in One)

"Master, master, who is that person? Why does the teacher seem to be half short in front of him?"

Xiao Daotong, who was going back to his residence with his master for lunch class, stopped halfway, squinted his eyes, stared at the three people in the air, and asked his master with a puzzled expression.

The middle-aged Taoist beside him looked extremely ugly, looked up at Mo Chen in the sky, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words: "Fen, heaven, great, holy!"

"Is he the Great Sage Burning Heaven? It's no wonder that the Master Teacher is afraid of him."

Mingtai nodded. Although he had some vague guesses from Mo Chen's shouting, he still couldn't confirm it. He would recognize the real person, and he couldn't help but look envious. How majestic, I am sure I will never have to do lunch classes in the future.

This Little Daoist didn't know it, their Qingjing Sect was already in a state of perishing at any moment.

"Eh, that's not right, Master, isn't it said that the Great Sage Burning Heaven has red hair, green face and fangs, ten feet in height and ten feet in width? Why is he about the same height as you?" Xiao Daotong asked with a cute face.

The middle-aged Taoist saw that at such a moment, his apprentice still cared about the truth of the rumors, he couldn't help shaking his head lightly, and said with a serious face: "Mingtai, that demon's magic power is too high, if it's just asking for trouble, I'm afraid that our Qingjing Sect will not be spared, if you go to the Demon Sealing Pagoda, there are many elders sitting there, if something happens, there must be a way to escort you away."

Seeing the seriousness of what his master said, Mingtai finally realized that although the legendary Great Sage Burning Heaven is majestic and capable of killing the Emperor of Heaven, he is a monster with a bloodthirsty nature!

Although he was young and hadn't started yet, he had very deep feelings for this sect. When he thought that his sect would soon be wiped out, he couldn't help feeling sad, his eyes flushed, and he said in a crying voice: "We are pure The teacher didn’t mess with him, why did this person come to kill us, master, don’t die, take your apprentice with you, and the apprentice promises to do homework on time every day.”

Looking at the frightened appearance of his stupid apprentice, even in such a dangerous situation, the middle-aged Taoist couldn't help but soften his heart, and comforted him softly: "Mingtai may not come to slaughter our sect, Don't worry too much, let you go there to be prepared, after all, if something happens, you are the hope of the sect."

It is not only the hope of the sect, whether the Qingjing sect can rise again in the future depends on this little apprentice. His aptitude is excellent, but he is a natural seed of cultivation. It will definitely not fall.

As for the words about asking him to seek revenge from the Great Sage Fentian in the future, the middle-aged Taoist didn't say anything. Although this world is a world of gods and demons, everything is possible, but he wants to find a monster from the demon clan. The Great Sage's revenge is something that even the heavens cannot do.

"Master, don't worry, I will work hard to cultivate in the future!" Mingtai Xiaodaotong said solemnly.

Mo Chen still doesn't know how much pressure his understatement has put on the entire Qingjing sect. The entire sect is panicked from top to bottom, and it is almost about to explode. A great sage of the monster race, how many ordinary cultivators An existence that they have never seen in their entire lives has appeared at their mountain gate. Of course, they would rather not see such a big man for the rest of their lives. After all, such a great supernatural being can kill them with a single breath.

"Don't worry, there are still five breaths left, you can think about it slowly." Mo Chen looked at the real person in front of him with a face ashen ashes, eyes struggling, covered in cold sweat, and said with a smile, he stretched out his left palm at the same time , bent down one by one fingers.

Cats playing with mice? Appreciating their struggles before their demise is also a pleasure. Of course, if the two real people were friends, Mo Chen really didn't intend to kill them until blood flowed. Can.

The real Buer obviously wouldn't know what Mo Chen was thinking. There were two paths before him, one was to damage the treasure of the sect, and the other was to not hand over others to die together. He didn't want to take either of these two paths. The harm of the two phases is the lesser, but either is harm, and he still has a third way to go, as long as the patriarch arrives, there is room for turning things around.

Thinking of this, he said: "Can the Great Sage allow Xiaodao for a while, go down Xiaodao to discuss it with the elders, after all, the damage to the sect's treasure is of great importance, and Xiaodao can't completely decide."

This is an excuse, an excuse for him to procrastinate for some time, as long as Mo Chen agrees to this reason and goes down to discuss the time for half a stick of incense and one stick of incense, how come the patriarch will arrive, right?
Will Mo Chen agree?

"I said, ten breaths, let you hand it over, now that ten breaths have passed, can you hand it over?" Mo Chen asked, still smiling, as if he was not the one who was angry and annoyed at all.

"Great Sage, can you allow Xiaodao for a while..." Master Bu'er said again, but he was suddenly interrupted before he finished speaking.

"No need, since you won't hand it in, I'll get it myself!"

hum!
Before he finished speaking, a burst of red-golden brilliance appeared on Mo Chen's palm, and the thick mana gathered towards the right palm, and a terrifying aura like a god and a demon radiated from his hand.

clack clack...

This space couldn't bear the terrifying aura of mana escaping from Mo Chen's palm, and dense cracks appeared in the dark space.

The true Buer who had been staring at Mo Chen saw that Mo Chen was going to make a move, his pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted: "All the disciples form the formation!" Then he handed out the Dao formula, and moved towards Yanxia in front of him with all his magic power. Clouds and mist poured in.

hum!hum!hum!
The disciples of the Qingjing sect gathered in three places, forming a force of three talents, each driving their mana, forming three formation eyes, and launching a large formation. In an instant, the clouds and mist gathered, and the entire mountain was tightly wrapped. Without staying, strands of mana flowed and circulated in a mysterious way following the trajectory of the formation, and gathered into countless prohibitions with strong protection.

Yes, much stronger than the Huashan faction's formation.

Mo Chen looked admiringly at the smoky cloud formation below. He still remembered that the Huashan sect's mountain guard formation was a kind of ghost sword formation. The sword energy was overflowing, and it used offense instead of defense. Flamboyant, vulnerable.

But the large formation in front of me is much more pragmatic. The restrictions formed by the mana circulate endlessly like a stream of water. I am afraid that if an attack hits it, it will be immediately dispersed to the entire large formation, which will not be able to effectively threaten the operation of the large formation at all. The array is only defensive, like a big tortoise shell, if you can't break it, you can only stare blankly. Anyway, cultivators don't need to eat or drink, they can eat the wind and drink the dew, and they can also boil the enemy away.

Of course, this kind of defense is more than enough to guard against angels. If Mo Chen said it, he smiled, and lightly grabbed the red gold right palm that was rendered by mana.

puff……

There was a slight muffled sound, as if a layer of paper had been punctured.

In the unbelievable eyes of Buer Daoist and hundreds of people from the Qingjing Sect, that big red-gold palm easily penetrated into their sect, and the haze that the whole sect mobilized with all their might The cloud and mist array couldn't even block that palm for an instant.

How... how is it possible?

Everyone was dumbfounded. How could someone be able to break the haze and cloud array so powerful? How could there be such a powerful person in this world?
These Qingjing sect disciples, the ones they have dealt with the most in their lives are nothing more than sect disciples, fellows, or ordinary demon kings and gods. It is no exaggeration to say that Bu Er Zhenren can already be regarded as one of the strongest they have ever seen. Even if you are a real person, if you don't go to heaven, if you just stay in the earth fairy world, you won't be able to get in touch with any decent powerhouses.

This is because the opponents and friends of the truly powerful gods, demons and immortal Buddhas are all at the same level, and they will not have any communication with mortal monks like him at all. In their eyes, it was just a legend, and they couldn't even imagine the strength of a real great supernatural being.

The reason why Master Bu Er dared to find excuses time and time again to delay time was because he lacked understanding of the strength of real great supernatural beings, but he relied on the power of the Yanxia Yunwu Formation and other trump cards, but this Yanxia Yunwu When Dazhen faced Mo Chen, his performance was too pale and weak.

The big red-gold hand was like searching for something, heading towards the demon-sealed pagoda standing at the center of the Qingjing sect, strolling leisurely in the courtyard, not in a hurry, but at the same time carrying an irresistible mighty power, deterring Everyone in the Purity Sect.

What I have to say here is that Qingjing Sect is worthy of being one of the three religions, and the sect's strength is far superior to that of Huashan Sect, but from the large formation of protecting the mountain, it can be seen that the sword formation of Huashan Sect is connected with the minds of the disciples who drive the formation. As soon as the sword array was destroyed, all the disciples were implicated and lost their combat power and were seriously injured.

And the haze and cloud array was broken by Mo Chen. From top to bottom, the disciples of the Qingjing Sect, except for their pale faces and loss of a little mana, one or two of them were full of energy and were not injured. It can be seen that this mountain guard The difference between the two sects.

Seeing that the big hand was about to catch the demon sealing pagoda, real person Buer's eyes revealed a look of struggle, seeing that hand was flying closer and closer, and was about to hold the pagoda soon, real person Buer finally revealed a bit of determination in his eyes He gritted his teeth fiercely, stretched out his hand, and a trace of cyan brilliance shot out, coming first, and submerged into the body of the demon sealing pagoda.

call out!call out!call out!call out!
The sound of four breaking winds sounded, and before Mo Chen's big hand, four monsters sprang out at some time, one mid-stage fairy, and three early-stage fairy, each showing their original prototypes, as if they had lost their minds, and rushed towards Mo Chen. Baring their teeth and roaring, each of them brewed an offensive in their bodies.

"Hey, it's interesting and interesting, but it doesn't dodge or dodge?"

Mo Chen looked at the fearless appearance of the four demon kings at the level of immortals under his palm, and his mind was moved. You must know that his mana was tempered by the real fire of the sun, and he naturally brought a little bit of it to him. The power of the real fire of the sun, coupled with his attack, he used the mana equivalent to the peak of Jinxian, with that kind of momentum and heat, it is reasonable to say that ordinary celestial demon kings would have dodged far away, and they still dared to attack. It is really rare to face the palm of your hand without dodging or dodging.

It seems that this demon pagoda really cannot be kept, it is more powerful than the prohibition used by Buddhism to control the demon king, it clearly makes the demon completely lose himself.

Mo Chen made up his mind, and with a thought, an irresistible suction suddenly emanated from the cuff of his extended right palm, and the four demons were sucked in without any time to resist.

The supernatural powers are in the sleeves, and they are just right to deal with these demons with low mana. It is beneficial and cost-effective, saving time and effort.

Seeing such a scene, Master Fuer, who was chanting words and mobilizing his mana to perform some kind of spell, immediately darkened his face, and his eyes were full of painful expressions. These four monsters were accumulated by their hard work over the years of Qingjing Sect. The mountain guardian spirit beast that came down.

Although Dongsheng Shenzhou is full of aura, there are many famous mountains and great rivers, and there are naturally many monsters, but there are not so many monsters at the level of heavenly immortals. It has to be the early days of heavenly immortals, and their sect's strength can be subdued, even more so. It's hard to choose, so although there is this tower, I have only tamed these four over the years, but they disappeared all at once.

That's all, if you don't survive this catastrophe, everything will be over, if you lose it, you will lose it, and you can catch it again in the future.

With this thought in mind, Master Bu Er was determined, and he recited the formula in his mouth faster and faster. Suddenly, he stopped his hands, spewed a big mouthful of blood into the air, and shouted: "Go!"

call out!
There was another sound of piercing through the air, but it was not the sound of the flesh cutting through the air, but the sound of some kind of sharp object flying rapidly, sharp and tight.

Mo Chen only felt a slight chill on his palm, as if locked by an extremely sharp sword intent, that sword intent was extremely thick, oppressive with power, upright and bright, quite strange.

But that's it, Mo Chen doesn't think there are any magic swords in this little Qingjing sect that can hurt him, except for a few congenital swords with names, surnames and masters, the rest of the swords, no matter how powerful they are, can't do anything about it his physical body.

After all, this is not the world of kendo. There is no such thing as a sword breaking ten thousand spells. Pan Gu used an ax to open up the world. It is possible that one ax can break ten thousand spells.

He clapped his palms together, stretched out his hand and grabbed the demon sealing pagoda.

hum!
Just before he could catch it, a black light emerged and slammed into his palm with incomparable momentum.

With a loud bang, Mo Chen only felt a slight pain in his palm, and an extremely strong resistance supported his palm grasping the tower. The aura faintly revealed in that resistance was exactly the locked-in feeling he felt just now. That sword intent.

Mo Chen took a closer look, and what was wrapped in the black light was a sword, uh, to be precise, it was not a sword, but a piece of mahogany wood, which was barely cut into the shape of a sword, but even the blades on both sides were sharp. No, it's a blunt sword.

But it's really unbelievable that such an ordinary mahogany sword held against Mo Chen's palm.

"You have a lot of treasures from the Purity Sect, and this sword is actually in your hands." Mo Chen said in amazement, the origin of this sword is not small. The catastrophe in which the disciples of the three religions and many saints fought together is gone...

(End of this chapter)