Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 395 Venerable Yihe

Xuanzang came to the sphere of influence of the Holy Land of Heavenly Spirit and disguised himself as a casual cultivator passing by.

When passing through a sect, I saw such a scene by chance.

"It's time for your sect to pay tribute, do you know?" A Daoist venerable wearing the costume of the Holy Land of Heavenly Spirit stood arrogantly at the mountain gate of a small sect and said to an old man in green robe with a sad face.

The green-robed old man was frowning, and explained in a humble manner: "My lord emissary, our Muhua Sect just paid the tribute a hundred years ago. In such a short period of time, we really can't produce so much Daoyuan power!"

"Can't get it out? Ask your suzerain to come out and speak! The tribute last time was collected by Wuchen Hall, this time it's my Taiyuan Palace who came to collect the tribute. Could it be that your suzerain looks down on my Taiyuan Palace?" Venerable Yihe He said coldly, without saving any face.

The green-robed old man bowed again and said, "Master Suzerain is currently practicing in seclusion, please allow me some more time, Mr. Messenger!"

"Can't pay the tribute and still want to practice hard? You're looking for death!" Venerable Yihe showed impatience in his eyes, scolded angrily, and then swept across without any scruples with his divine sense, and soon found the core area of ​​Mu Huazong.

"Come out to me!"

A big hand turned into the size of covering the sky and covering the sun, and landed on the sky above Mu Huazong.

Rumble!
That area is not only the retreat place for the suzerain and several elders, but also many talented disciples are practicing nearby.

Before the palm fell, there was a shout from a training room in the center.

"Yihe, you're bullying too much, are you preventing my Mu Huazong from surviving?!" A middle-aged man in a green robe soared into the sky, holding a huge seal in his hand and directly resisting the big hand that covered the sky.

Venerable Yihe laughed strangely and said: "Hehe, no one cares about you if you hand in the tribute. If you don't hand in the tribute, then you will have no peace!"

"Since the Heavenly Spirit Holy Master advanced to the half-step Dao Master, your Holy Land has started endlessly oppressing our affiliated sects, leaving no way for people to survive. There are already three different branch halls to ask for tribute. This kind of tossing, The resources we elders need for cultivation are no longer available!" The middle-aged man in the green robe said bitterly while resisting the big hand that covered the sky with all his strength.

Venerable Yihe's eyes were flickering, and he said truthfully: "I don't want to tear my face like this, but the source power of the Dao that the Holy Master needs to continue to merge with the Dao is an astronomical figure, and I can only slaughter a fat sheep that has been raised in captivity for many years... ..."

"Fat sheep? Is this how your Heavenly Spirit Holy Land treats our affiliated sect?" A hint of anger arose in the eyes of the middle-aged man in the green robe.

"Otherwise?" Venerable Yihe sneered, "If the Holy Land needs it, you subordinates should take the initiative to donate all the resources instead of asking us to take them over and over again. If you don't show your loyalty at this time, what's the use of you?"

The middle-aged man in the green robe suddenly laughed when he heard the words, his chest heaved twice, and then he looked helpless and said, "Well, please return to the Holy Land and wait for two days, Master Yihe. I offer all the resources of Mu Huazong!"

"Okay! This deity is waiting for you!" Venerable Yihe nodded, turned his back and turned into a golden light and disappeared over Mu Huazong.

No one noticed that when Venerable Yihe left, there was a slight sarcasm on the corner of his mouth.

The middle-aged man in the green robe stood quietly on the spot. After a long time, when he couldn't sense the breath of Venerable Yihe, he immediately began to issue orders.

"All the elders listen to the order and immediately gather in the Wooden Palace with their disciples and various resources. This sect will take you into the inner world. From today on, we will leave the Holy Land of Heavenly Spirit and go to the Holy Land of Lilong to develop!"

Within the Muhua Sect, the elders acted very quickly, and all the valuable items in the dojo were stored in the Dao artifacts. In addition, some talented disciples were notified and secretly transferred.

Most of the remaining disciples were regarded as abandoned sons, and stayed to buy time for the transfer of Mu Huazong.

After the assembly of the Muwangdian was completed, the middle-aged man in the green robe took the entire Muwangdian into the inner world with a wave of his hand, and flew out of the Muhuazong in a pale white light.

"Sect Master Yao, where is this going?"

A faint voice came.

Hearing this familiar voice, the face of the middle-aged man in the green robe changed greatly, and he said in surprise: "Honor Yihe, haven't you already left Mu Huazong?"

"Hmph, I've seen through your tricks a long time ago. I'll give you one more chance to capture you without a fight, and follow me back to the Holy Land for trial. Otherwise, I will kill you!" Venerable Yihe showed his bright silver eyes Tooth, said solemnly.

The eyes of the middle-aged man in the green robe flickered, and the power of the Great Dao in his body slowly condensed, and he responded with his mouth: "How will the Holy Land judge me?"

Venerable Yihe squinted his eyes, as if he had sensed the secret actions of the middle-aged man in green robe, with a murderous look on his face.

"If you don't cherish the opportunity given to you, then die directly!"

More than 600 roads rise from the back of Venerable Yihe, and in an instant, a little bit of cold light gradually expands and turns into a knife light that spans hundreds of millions of miles.

The middle-aged man in the green robe felt a crisis of death, and the phantoms of more than 200 avenues behind him shook together, and there was only one word in his mind now——

escape!
Run as far away as possible!

The Palace Master of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land has already murdered him, if he doesn't escape before the Thunder's attack, he will have no chance again.

With a look of great heartache on his face, he took out three Taoist artifacts of high grade from his hands, and as soon as his divine sense moved, he commanded the three Taoist artifacts to rush towards Venerable Yihe.

"burst!"

boom!boom!boom……

There was a huge earthquake in the surrounding space, and the chaotic airflow was instantly evaporated.

The huge explosion drowned out the light of the saber, and the middle-aged man in the green robe took this opportunity to burn his blood and soul to perform escapism.

Whoosh!
A blood glow flashed on the spot for a while, and disappeared in the next instant.

Another golden light was chased out during the explosion, and Venerable Yihe's eyes were full of coldness, "It was decisive enough to explode three Taoist artifacts, but you can't escape like this! The Taoist artifacts are wasted, but unfortunately... "

The speed of the golden light far exceeded that of the blood light, and it didn't take long to intercept it.

"You still want to run? No, this is a fake body!"

Venerable Yihe swept away his divine sense, and found that he had been deceived, and hurriedly chased in another direction.

Not long after, the middle-aged man in the green robe was finally stopped.

"Yihe, are you really not going to give us a way out?"

Beside the middle-aged man in the green robe, overlord-level elders appeared one after another, all of them looked ashen, and many of them looked at Venerable Yihe beggingly.

"I don't need to tell you what will happen if you dare to betray the Holy Land?" Venerable Yihe said expressionlessly, his eyes full of killing intent.

As soon as the words were finished, an incomparably bright saber light flashed past. Below, including the middle-aged man in green robe, a dozen or so overlords of the avenue disappeared in an instant, and all their souls were annihilated by the destructive aura attached to the saber light.

The Wooden Palace exploded, and many talented disciples in it died one after another, leaving only avenues that were about to disappear.

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