Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong seemed indifferent, but she was actually calm.

As the most outstanding disciple of Mingyue Temple, she would eventually enter the inner temple and escape from the world.

Without experiencing the grievances and hatreds of the world and seeing through the world, there is no way to truly escape and enter the inner temple to gain great tranquility and transcendence.

These grievances and entanglements will eventually turn into smoke.

Since he gained a long lifespan, his perspective on things has changed unconsciously.

He looks at things in the long term, is more patient, and cherishes the present more.

Ning Zhenzhen changed the subject and said with a smile: "Brother, when do you think the Jiuyuan Holy Sect can be wiped out?"

Fakong said: "Within a month."

Ning Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows slightly: "The Jiuyuan Holy Sect, which is so big, only lasted for a month?"

Fakong said: "Don't forget Master Yuande."

Ning Zhenzhen pursed her lips and chuckled: "Doesn't Monk Yuande want to turn them back to the right path and make them a surprise force?"

Fakong said: "Monk Yuande is a man of high moral character, and he doesn't have such selfish intentions. What's more, he found that he couldn't control these people, so he gave up the effort to turn them back to the right path."

The only person that the disciples of the Jiuyuan Holy Sect respected was the old man Jiuyuan, and they didn't take the young leader seriously.

They pretended to obey but secretly disobeyed, and even if Monk Yuande severely punished some of those who pretended to obey but secretly disobeyed, he still couldn't stop this trend.

He had gradually lost his patience and felt that they were already evil to the bone marrow and there was no cure, so the only way was to subdue the demons.

Otherwise, the court would not have issued the martial arts performance order this time.

Monk Yuande will destroy the most elite main force of Jiuyuan Holy Sect through the Great Miaolian Temple, and the rest will be wiped out by the martial arts heroes.

With Monk Yuande, it is possible to accurately kill, and it is not surprising that Jiuyuan Holy Sect will perish within a month.

"This is a bit of a pity." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head gently.

If I were to be the leader, I would carefully select a group of masters, select a group of masters, make them my confidants, and eliminate the rest.

Fakong nodded.

He also felt it was a pity.

Although Monk Yuande has profound Buddhist teachings and can see through people's hearts, seeing through people's hearts cannot make him abandon his innocence.

His eyes went into the distance.

His eyes passed through many obstacles, through walls, penetrated Tianjing City, and fell into a valley ten miles away from Tianjing City.

In the valley, roars continued.

More than two hundred monks in bright yellow clothes were forming three layers to surround and kill more than one hundred martial arts masters in brocade robes.

These two hundred or so monks in tight clothes were like butterflies flying through flowers, stepping on the same steps, without a single mess.

But the steps were so neat that they made people feel dizzy.

The martial arts masters who were surrounded felt that there were monks everywhere, and their bald heads were shining in the moonlight.

Because the speed was extremely fast, and the flashes of the bald heads were closely connected, forming a faintly flickering halo.

They only felt that the monks were so dense that not even a fly could fly in.

Endless palms and fists came over, as if they were in a storm, and no matter how exquisite their body movements and moves were, they could not avoid them.

The only thing they could do was to bear it hard, to fight hard, to use their protective energy to strive to last longer.

But if they continued like this, without reinforcements, they would eventually be destroyed.

"Fight!" someone roared.

"We'll die together!"

"Take a few people with us!"

"Let's go down together, and we can even break into the Hades Palace!"

"The ancestor will definitely avenge us!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Amid the roars, the masters of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect began to activate the Nine Ding Zhen Yuan Jue, and their bodies swelled up.

The brocade clothes were stretched tight, as if they were about to burst at any time.

"Bang bang bang bang..." Several monks in bright yellow tight clothes were knocked out.

The monks in the outer circle immediately filled in, maintaining the integrity and high-speed operation of the formation, and continued to suppress the masters of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect.

The monks who flew out stretched their bodies in the air, fell lightly to the outside, and continued to integrate into the formation.

"Kill!" The roars continued.

They were blood-thirsty, constantly activating the Nine Ding Zhen Yuan Jue, stimulating more and more power.

From being able to control it before, to gradually being unable to control it later.

The brocade clothes just became tight at first, and then they burst.

Since it is enough to rely on the protective qi, why do we have to control the power accurately? Just do it by force.

As their power becomes stronger and stronger, they rush forward, and the dense formation is actually beneficial to their use.

Anyway, wherever they go, no matter where they rush, they can run into these monks.

One monk flew out, and one monk was replaced in, and then flew out again, and then replaced in again.

"Junior sister, let's go and see the excitement." Fakong smiled.

"Where to go?"

"See the methods of the Great Miaolian Temple." Fakong said.

Ning Zhenzhen immediately showed an interested look.

The two of them floated up like two wisps of light smoke, and soon left Tianjing City and came to the top of a mountain.

A bright moon shone, and the moonlight illuminated the two of them.

The two stood side by side on the top of the mountain, and Ning Zhenzhen had a white scarf on her face, covering her face.

A gust of night wind came slowly, blowing her green Luo shirt, and it could no longer cover her graceful figure.

This place is more than 300 meters away from the valley, but it does not hinder their observation, and they can see clearly.

Looking down from a high place, more than 200 monks formed a lotus, which sometimes bloomed and sometimes closed, changing constantly.

Although monks occasionally flew up, as if they were about to fall outside the formation, they eventually fell into the formation, maintaining the shape of a lotus.

In the center surrounded by lotus petals, more than a hundred martial arts masters were bare-chested and bare-armed, with ferocious expressions, like more than a hundred wild beasts, fierce and intimidating.

But more than two hundred monks remained calm and walked calmly, punching or palming continuously. Even if they were knocked out, they remained calm and composed, like a great monk.

A gust of wind blew, carrying the roars and screams, and at the same time ruffling Ning Zhenzhen's hair.

The hair was as shiny as black satin.

She brushed her jade hand lightly across her temple: "The Great Miaolian Temple is indeed extraordinary, and everyone has the air of a great master."

Fakong said: "The key is that they have sufficient confidence and full confidence in the martial arts in the temple, so they are like this."

Ning Zhenzhen stared and observed, and said softly: "I don't think this set of formations is very wonderful."

Fakong said: "This is the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation, it's not that simple."

Ning Zhenzhen looked at it curiously and shook her head.

She hasn't seen the subtlety yet.

Fakong said: "Now they have enough energy to deal with the next threat."

"Threat?" Ning Zhenzhen looked at the situation on the field, which was one-sided, and the Jiuyuan Holy Sect was not a threat at all.

Although they activated the Nine Cauldrons Zhenyuan Jue, they seemed fierce and could knock the monks of the Great Miaolian Temple away.

But they did not pose a threat, lacking the power to continue attacking. After a monk was knocked away, he immediately merged into the formation, was protected by the formation, and recovered quickly.

Fakong said, "And didn't you notice that those injured monks recovered after two turns after entering the formation?"

Ning Zhenzhen stared at one of the monks who was knocked away.

This monk was knocked away by a master whose body had doubled in size. He sprayed a stream of blood in the air and fell to the ground, already weak.

But he fell into the formation, took strange steps, and after walking two turns, his face returned to rosy and his eyes regained their bright light.

Ning Zhenzhen turned his head and looked at Fakong.

Fakong smiled and said, "Do you see the beauty of it?"

"It's really extraordinary." Ning Zhenzhen admired.

This monk recovered very quickly, partly because he had a deep foundation and was very resistant to beatings, and partly because of the formation.

They didn't have the rejuvenation spell, the only possibility was that their breath was connected to each other, and the breath had the effect of restoring injuries.

Through the penetrating breath, his injuries were dispersed, and then he recovered quickly, and the speed was not inferior to the rejuvenation spell.

She saw several monks being knocked away at the same time, and after falling into the formation and walking around twice, they had recovered.

This formation is really wonderful.

Its power to subdue demons has not been revealed, but its ability to protect the body has been fully demonstrated. When you are in the formation, you don’t need to worry about getting hurt, just feel free to attack.

With such confidence and a calm and calm state of mind, you can exert your strength to the fullest, and when you gather together, the power of this formation will be apparent.

"Go!" Suddenly a deep shout came.

Four middle-aged men in brocade robes suddenly jumped up and soared.

They folded lightly in the air, shot out in four directions, flew a hundred meters in the air, and flew out of the range of the formation.

They were accumulating strength, observing for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to escape.

Sixteen monks flew out of the formation and also soared up. Four of them surrounded a middle-aged man in brocade robes.

Then another sixteen monks soared up, and then another sixteen soared up.

Three waves of people rushed into the sky one after another.

The four middle-aged men in brocade robes flying in the air were entangled, and they "bang bang bang bang" knocked four monks away in the air and dived forward.

The remaining eight monks split into two groups, like fish chasing bait, forming a combined attack.

The four monks who were knocked away fell into the formation, and then four more monks flew up, maintaining a twelve-to-one ratio.

The rest of the people saw someone escape and wanted to rush out, but were accurately blocked back.

These masters of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect saw that the situation was hopeless, and in despair, their overdrawn bodies could no longer hold on, showing signs of exhaustion.

As they were exhausted, the remaining monks did not allocate more people to surround and kill the four middle-aged men in brocade robes.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

One by one, the masters of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect fell to the ground.

Their swollen bodies slowly shrank to their original state. They lay on the ground, as weak as paper people, like fish falling on the shore, and could only try to open their mouths to breathe.

"Bang bang!" Four monks were knocked away, and two middle-aged men in brocade robes shot out from the formation, and they actually broke through the encirclement.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "The formation was broken, are you careless?"

"You can't escape." Fakong shook his head.

Ning Zhenzhen was puzzled.

The two middle-aged men in brocade robes had clearly rushed out, and their bodies were as fast as lightning, and they had already appeared two hundred meters away.

"Amitabha!" A magnificent Buddhist chant sounded.

Four middle-aged monks in bright yellow robes appeared in front of him, clasped their hands and chanted the Buddha's name, with solemn expressions.

Ning Zhenzhen turned his head and looked around.

He didn't even notice that there were monks ambushing around.

They hid too well.

The four middle-aged men in brocade robes in the sky had already landed, and each was entangled by twelve monks. The twelve monks still used the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation to trap them in place, and their struggles were becoming increasingly weak.

The four middle-aged monks in bright yellow robes looked at the two middle-aged men in brocade robes solemnly.

A handsome middle-aged man in a brocade robe sneered and said in a deep voice: "You monks from the Great Miaolian Temple came at the right time and ambushed us accurately. Why?"

One of the four middle-aged monks said calmly: "Donor Jiang, please follow us back to the temple."