Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

"What are you looking at?"

On the west side of Xuanzhou, in the camp of Mingjue Temple, Monk Fahua asked casually while looking at Fahui who was frowning and gazing at the sky.

Monk Fahui kept turning the Buddhist beads in his left hand while calculating in his sleeve with his right hand: "Just now, the sky changed."

Upon hearing this, Fahua's eyes fixed, and two bright rays of wisdom shot out from his eyes, piercing through the clouds in the sky.

After a moment, Fahua smiled and said, "Could it be that I saw it wrong?"

Fahui shook his head: "Just now, the three stars Qi Sha, Po Jun and Tan Lang were shining brightly, but now they are dimming one after another."

"And the Taibai star, its light was almost shining just now, it was obvious that there was going to be a killing, but now it has returned to calm."

"There must be something fishy going on here."

Fahua pondered for a moment after hearing this and said: "Tell the people at Zhengjue Temple and Lingjue Temple to be careful."

Fahui nodded: "That's the only way."

In Yanzhou, the fierce battle between Zhengjue Temple and Demon King Palace has lasted for seventy-seven days.

During the forty-nine days of fierce fighting, Kong Zhen and Jin Qiong fought against Fakong and Fazhen one after another, and the fighting range of the four Taiyi Yuanshen extended over five million miles.

From the very beginning, the demon clan launched a strong attack, and even with the cooperation of many big demons, they pushed the front line to the western part of Yanzhou in one fell swoop, and almost everyone could see the camp of Zhengjue Temple.

Then, Zhengjue Temple launched a strong counterattack, and the two Bodhi Buddha disciples Fakong and Fazhen, together with a group of Dharma protectors, defeated the demon army and spread the war to the demon territory in the eastern part of Yanzhou.

The forty-nine-day battle was full of ups and downs and thrilling.

Now Fakong and Fazhen have led their army to the demon camp. Kong Zhen and Jin Qiong are exhausted, perhaps because of the continuous fighting. They have been defeated three times in a row by the combined forces of Fakong and Fazhen. It seems that they can't hold on any longer. The demon clan is already showing signs of total collapse.

Yanzhou, Jiulian Mountains.

Jiulian Mountain is tens of thousands of miles away from the current battlefield of Zhengjue Temple and Demon King Palace.

But standing on the top of the mountain, you can still see the murderous aura and bloody energy rising into the sky thousands of miles away.

On the top of the mountain, three figures stood quietly, but what they were looking at was not the battlefield of both sides, but the direction of Yuanzhou.

Yuyi looked at Jiang Sheng, then at Ye Wenshu, and was obviously surprised that Jiang Sheng could invite this Golden Palace Mysterious Lady.

But that's a good thing.

"Master Jiang, Fairy Ye, now my Heavenly Demon Palace has abandoned millions of demon soldiers and is retreating step by step, dragging Fakong and Fazhen here."

"As the sky is obscured, Faxian is still in the Zhengjue Temple."

"From now on, I'll leave it to you two."

After saying this, Yuyi bowed to Jiang Sheng and Ye Wenshu.

Jiang Sheng nodded, looked up at the bloody aura rising into the sky in the distance, and then leaped towards Yuanzhou.

Ye Wenshu at the side also followed closely, and the two of them soon disappeared without a trace.

Watching the two people go away, Yuyi's expression returned to calm.

What I told Ye Wenshu was just a preliminary plan.

Once anything happened to Faxian, Fahui and Fahua of Xuanzhou, and Fakong and Fazhen of Yanzhou would inevitably be alarmed.

At that time, as long as the front battlefield is delayed, Jiang Sheng can counterattack.

"The ideas of Hengsha Realm are still too rigid."

Yuyi sighed softly, turned around and left Jiulian Mountain.

At the same time, in Yuanzhou Zhengjue Temple.

Monk Faxian has been uneasy for two days.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the statue of Golden Buddha, Monk Faxian's face was full of solemnity.

If you feel uneasy for two consecutive days, something big must be happening.

In the Taiyi Yuanshen realm, one is in constant communication with the heaven and earth and is particularly sensitive to the mysteries of heaven.

The sky was in chaos and the inspiration was not obvious. Monk Faxian could not observe the sky to predict the future, but he could feel that something was going to happen that would affect him. Could it be that the war situation in Yanzhou was going to go wrong?
But the news brought back by Fakong and Fazhen was that they had already advanced to the eastern part of Yanzhou, overwhelming those evildoers.

Could it be that the demon clan’s retreat was a trap and they were possibly surrounded?
Or is something going to happen here?
Thinking of this, Faxian was startled for no reason.

Before he could react, a majestic and overwhelming force came from the sky.

Faxian realized that something was wrong and flew away immediately, only to see a familiar face appear in front of him.

The Mysterious Lady of the Golden Palace, Ye Wenshu.

But at the moment, this mysterious lady had a cold expression on her face, and her green feather robe was fluttering in the wind and clouds around her, with thunder and lightning, like a pair of wings fluttering.

In the hand of this mysterious woman, a dazzling glow suddenly rose from the black feather long sword.

"Ling Xiao!"

With a light shout, the vitality of heaven and earth and the inspiration of the five elements surged together like a raging wave, spreading to the sky, and finally all gathered on the three-foot long sword in Ye Wenshu's hand.

The next moment, it seemed as if there was a blessing from heaven, as if the way of heaven was revealed.

Ye Wenshu slashed with a sword, the sword energy was majestic, and its intention was to reach the sky!
The majestic and high-spirited intention of acting on behalf of heaven came majestically, with thousands of thunders roaring, infinite sky light bursting out, and sword light spanning the sky, making it impossible for anyone else to see anything else!
Faxian's expression changed. He knew very well that Ye Wenshu would never be stupid enough to come to him alone.

Without any hesitation, he flipped his hand and performed the Ruyi Meditation Seal.

Along with the appearance of the Arhat light image with half compassion and half bewitching face, Faxian cast out a wish-fulfilling meditation seal of the self.

The flipping of the Zen Seal distorted the light and shadow, changed the wind and clouds, and in an instant the Zen Seal collided with the Lingxiao Sword.

Silently, the rolling aftermath had already spread to the vast sky. Where the two men fought, thunder raged, flames surged, and the space seemed to be unstable.

Faxian blocked Ling Xiao's sword with the meditation seal. Just as he was about to send a message for help, another sword light appeared behind him.

The power of this sword light far exceeded that of Ye Wenshu's Lingxiao Sword. Its power to destroy everything and cut off the past and present reminded Faxian of someone.

"Ling Yuan?!"

The only answer Faxian received was "gently".

"Jetian!"

Mottled sword marks stretched across the sky and earth, and Faxian felt that everything around him was fading away, and his spiritual energy seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

This sword, which seemed to leap out of time and escape from nothingness, made Faxian's hair stand on end.

At this moment, Faxian no longer cared about anything else. A halo of light circulated behind his head, and a ten-thousand-foot-tall Dharma image appeared in an instant.

The expression of Faxian, who manifested his own Dharma form, became ferocious. The Arhat Dharma form with half compassionate and half ferocious face waved his four arms and made Buddhist seals.

"As you wish, you will be happy and peaceful, and cross the sky with joy!"

The sounds of anger and lust resounded through the sky at the same time, and the faces of the Arhats kept changing, from compassion to anger, lust, and temptation.
As his expressions changed, the Arhat's Dharma images appeared in four directions, and his four arms finally formed a ten thousand character Buddhist seal.

The Ten Thousand Character Buddha Seal comes with the boundless power of Buddhism, and its momentum is so fierce that it can divide the sky and the earth, causing all living beings to sink into enlightenment and lead all souls to the Pure Land.

However, when this huge Buddha seal came into contact with the mottled sword mark, it shattered into light and shadow in an instant and then disappeared without a trace.

The sword of cutting the sky slashed across, and the sky became clear.

As the mottled sword light dissipated, Monk Faxian's figure became miserable.

Just now, Monk Faxian sacrificed three magic weapons in succession to escape, but even so he was still affected.

Looking at the two fingers he had lost, Monk Faxian was filled with fear.

Just now, the sword mark only affected the fingertips, and the two fingers were instantly reduced to ashes without even a trace of blood left.

Monk Faxian didn't dare to think about what would happen to him if he was really hit by the sword.

"Master Faxian, enter Nirvana."

Jiang Sheng's voice sounded again.

Monk Faxian looked closely and saw two sword lights, one blue and one purple, coming towards him.

The three disasters were full of annihilation intent, and the sword light was approaching his face. (End of this chapter)