Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 470

The seventeen volumes of Buddhist collections in Dayun Guangming Temple have different magical methods, but most of them have a common name "Mother of Wanjing".

The Buddhist scriptures passed down in the Jiayin Realm, whether it is Mahayana Xuanlun, Maha Prajna, Three Realms Maha Sutra, Da Prajna Sutra, or the Demon Extinguishing Mirror, are all sub-volumes derived from a certain volume of Ten Thousand Sutras.

Wanjingmu is naturally superior to the derived sub-volumes.

Of course Yan Xi had never practiced the Dragon Elephant Sutra, but he didn't explain it, and shouted: "If you keep fighting, you won't win, just admit defeat."

Pan Bing shouted, "That's not necessarily the case."

He is under the command of Lord Jade, a famous immortal-level military general. He fought in the battlefield and fought countless battles. He developed an arrogance and arrogance. How could he be afraid of Yan Xi?
Lord Yu was not warm to the three disciples from Dayun Guangming Temple, because he had countless disciples sent by various disciples. Although these people have good cultivation, they have just left the sect and have not experienced a war. , often suffer a loss as soon as they appear on the stage, and even many people lose their lives because of this.

That's why Lord Yu didn't pay much attention to it. These disciples from various sects who had never experienced battles would be tempered and appointed slowly after they were relieved of their irritability.

Pan Bing, the green-faced beast, had beheaded seven fairyland cultivators from various factions on the battlefield. Although he suffered a loss from the beginning, he still didn't think that he would lose to Yan Xi.

Yan Xi, including the punch that sent him flying, has never broken through the first level of the Immortal Realm.

He can't say that he is cautious by nature, but if he can kill the opponent with one blow, and no one knows, he doesn't mind showing his skills, but if he can't kill the opponent, and everyone is watching, Yan Xi has no impulse to improve his skills.

After all, in this situation, even if you use all your abilities, it will be useless.

One of the two sides became more and more fierce as they fought, with a long bronze knife in his palm, which transformed into an infinite blue knife energy, smashing and closing, the light of the knife spanning hundreds of miles, the other hid his skills, and only used the Red Emperor's Fire Sutra, combined with the Great Sumeru Transformation Technique , three flying swords, or flipping, or holding in the hand, each of which contains the great power of collapsing mountains, cracking seas, and shattering clouds.

It seems that there are some people who meet their opponents and meet their talents.

The two were fighting like this, and Lord Yu had already sensed it in the tent.

He was slightly surprised, and said to himself: "No wonder they were able to force Yang Xuan back, so they really have some skills."

Yan Xi suppressed his realm and didn't use all his abilities. He fought back and forth with the blue-faced beast Pan Bing, and he was indeed inferior to Yang Xuan of the Huntian Immortal School.

It would not be surprising if there were two more helpers from the fairyland to drive Yang Xuan away.

Prince Yu felt that his logic was logical, and without thinking too much, he issued an order. Not long after, a black and thin Taoist in ancient clothes and a high crown, with seven black snakes flying gracefully above his head, puffing out black smoke, rose into the sky and shouted sharply: "Prince Yu ordered that Pan Bing and Mochi Li fight in the army, which violated the rules. I want my Daoist to take them together. If you dare to disobey, you will die."

Yan Xi thought to himself: "This Taoist's ability should be inferior to Pan Bing's!"

But he didn't know that this Daoist Sun was born in the Nine Heavens Jun Mansion, he was the ancestor of the Yinshan Sect, and he had forged seven black snakes, which could breathe out black smoke and turn into a maze.Even if several enemies from the Immortal Realm were trapped in the maze, they still couldn't find Sun Daoren's whereabouts, but he did it indiscriminately.

If there is no maze, Pan Bing is not afraid of Daoren Sun, but if he is trapped in it, no matter how powerful Pan Bing is, he will be manipulated by Daoren Sun, so he is usually sent by Lord Yu to take charge of military law .

The fierce generals under Lord Yu's command did not dare to belittle this Taoist Sun.

Yan Xi wanted to give Daoren Sun another Xuantian puppet technique, but he saw Pan Bing slowly extinguish the blue flame on the bronze long knife, and said with a smile: "I will go with Elder Sun to plead guilty to the prince."

Yan Xi hesitated for a while, but also received three flying swords condensed with real fire, and said: "I didn't do anything, I just resisted General Pan. This matter is a big injustice, and I have to distinguish it with Lord Yu."

Sun Daoren ignored the two of them, he didn't like Yan Xi, last time he lost someone in front of Yan Xi, and he didn't know who was plotting against him, he always felt that this kid was not a good thing.

He didn't like Pan Bing and other fierce generals. Lord Yu trusted these generals trained by the Dragon Song Dynasty more. Although he gave false names to the disciples who defected to various factions, he never let them take power. Sun Daoren always felt that, These fierce generals are a hindrance.

The three of them went back to Prince Yu's big tent, and Sun Daoren handed over the token and went out of the tent by himself.

Yan Xi coughed, and with the shortest words, pinned all the blame on the blue-faced beast Pan Bing.

He didn't talk too much, and he didn't say a word after explaining the scapegoat.

Pan Bing cupped his hands and said: "I thought he was not pleasing to the eye, so I tried to teach him a lesson, but I didn't expect to suffer a small loss. If the prince didn't protect him and let Elder Sun order us to stop, he must be taught a lesson. "

When Pan Bing spoke like this, he expected to put the responsibility on his shoulders.

Yan Xi thought in his heart: "Although this person is cruel, he is an interesting character."

He had no intention of getting close to those people in Marseille's cottage. These people were killed by Pan Bing, and he had no intention of avenging them.

Of course, Yan Xi can't say that he feels sorry for this guy, after all, the two of them are not the same kind of human beings.

Lord Yu snorted coldly, and said: "The rules in the army are not only fighting in private, but if you violate it, you will deal with it individually."

"Pan Bing provoked the army's robes and fined his salary for this month. Mochi carp didn't come to report, but he did it without his own will. He was fined and dismissed as a lieutenant. He can still be a team assistant."

Pan Bing didn't care, sang a big promise, and walked away.

Yan Xi didn't care either, for him, any captain or lieutenant was nothing, and he also followed Pan Bing's salute and withdrew from the tent.

As soon as he came out, he saw Pan Bing, the blue-faced beast, waiting at the side, and said: "You are a little different from those who come from the great sect, but you are like us generals."

"I was the first to do it just now, so how about going to my camp to have a drink and resolve the grudge?"

Yan Xi said, "Alright!"

The green-faced beast is a general in the fairyland who wants the power of Lord Jade, and the big tent where it lives is also a magic weapon. The whole is like a rattan ball, made of countless vines.

Entering this large rattan ball with a diameter of more than ten meters, there is a huge space inside, and several generals are drinking, yelling, and it is very lively.

Only then did Yan Xi realize that Pan Bing wanted to win him over and join their small gang. Just by looking at the attitudes of these people, one could guess that they had a lot of friendship with each other.

Yan Xi thought to himself: "Although we have to leave sooner or later, it's not a bad thing to make friends with this." He didn't wait for these people to open their mouths, and said: "What's the point of these wines? You'd better drink my wine."

He took twenty bottles of 96-degree water of life, and threw them into the big tent.

(End of this chapter)