The understanding is incredible: In the beginning, I was invited to pick up the Yihua Palace.

"Master Kurong and others......Actually lost......"

At this moment, Duan Zhengchun and others' faces turned pale and their expressions were in a trance. They looked at the defeated Master Kurong and others in disbelief, their eyes full of horror.

For Duan Zhengchun and other descendants of the Duan clan in Dali, Tianlong Temple is undoubtedly the most powerful existence, and the Six Meridians Divine Sword is unique in the world.

But now, five eminent monks, headed by Master Kurong, used the Six Meridians Divine Sword together, but they were still defeated by this great lama!

It is really hard to imagine how powerful this Snow Mountain Great Wheel Ming King has reached.

What made Duan Zhengchun feel even more numb was that even an absolute master like Jiumozhi was only qualified to be a slave carrying a sedan chair under Ji Changan.

This is simply too incredible!

Duan Zhengchun swallowed hard, and subconsciously looked at that handsome and demon-like figure, with an indescribable sense of awe quietly emerging in his heart.

Perhaps, the strength of this immortal demon has really reached an unpredictable level, which is difficult for us mortals to estimate....

At this moment, Mu Wanqing's eyes showed some emotion, and she said in surprise:

"This great monk is still very powerful. Even with one against five, he is still not far behind. It seems that I don't need you to take action today, Jirou!"

Ji Changan smiled, but his eyes still looked extremely calm, and he said softly:

"That's not necessarily the case"

"The foundation of Tianlong Temple is not as simple as others imagine......."

In front of Foming Hall.

Jiumozhi stood proudly. Although he looked a little embarrassed, the aura of a master as deep as a mountain in his body was not diminished at all. He stood as tall as a mountain and said in a deep voice:

"Dear comrades, today the young monk admitted it!"

"Since I won this game, you should also be willing to admit defeat, right?"

Master Kusong and other senior monks from Tianlong Temple had sinking faces, but their hearts were filled with sadness.

Today, the majestic Tianlong Temple fell into the hands of a snow-covered monk.

Do we really want to take the treasure of the temple? Lost the Six Meridians Divine Sword to outsiders?

Just as Master Kurong and others were hesitating, a sigh suddenly sounded, as if it came out of thin air, quietly appearing in the ears of everyone in the temple

"Amitabha."

The moment this voice sounded, a figure slowly walked out of the Foming Hall.

He was wearing a moon-white monk's robe, with a graceful and clear appearance, but his steps were as heavy as a mountain, carrying an indescribable power. With the compassion of the Buddha and the majesty of the king, no one dares to underestimate him.

The monk who suddenly appeared slowly walked in front of Jiumozhi and others, clasped his hands together, looked calmly, and said calmly:

"I also ask for your forgiveness, King Dalun Ming. The Six Meridians Divine Sword is a secret of the Duan clan and has never been spread to the outside world for more than a hundred years. I am sorry that we cannot agree to your request."

Hearing this, Jiumozhi narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced over the monk's body. There was a rare seriousness in his eyes.

Master!

And he is at the same level as him, both among the land gods. A master in this realm!

Jiumozhi's face became a little embarrassed and he whispered:

"Unexpectedly, in your temple, there is actually a top master of land god level like you hidden in your temple. It seems that everyone in the world has underestimated Tianlong Temple! May I ask which eminent monk you are?"

The monk in white had no joy or sadness on his face and said calmly:

"Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk’s name is a lamp."

Yideng?

Sure enough, it's him!

When Ji Changan heard this, his eyes lit up slightly, and he seemed to be a little interested.

Others didn't know this Master Yideng, but he knew very well that this was none other than the former Dali The king of the country is also the leader of the Five Great Masters of the Song Dynasty, the Southern Emperor Duan Zhixing.

It seems that at this point in time, Emperor Duan has escaped into Buddhism and chosen to become a monk.

Perhaps it is precisely because of his dedication to practicing Buddhism that his martial arts skills have improved. In order to be better than the other three, he is similar to Wang Chongyang and has already been promoted to the level of land immortal.

"interesting."

Ji Changan chuckled lightly, with a hint of joy at the corner of his mouth.

It seems that today's big show has not finished singing yet.

"Brother Yideng!"

Master Kurong looked moved, looked at Master Yideng with some shame, and whispered:

"Junior brother, you are incompetent and have low skills. I am so tired that you, senior brother, were born again and delayed your practice......."(To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Master Yideng may have really realized the truth, and he appeared to be extremely compassionate and tolerant. The vindictiveness he had when he was the king was no longer visible in his eyes, and he said calmly:

"it's not your fault"

"Furthermore, joining the world is also a kind of practice."

After that, Master Yideng slowly stepped forward, came to the opposite side of Jiumozhi, and said very calmly:

"Maharaja Maharaja, you are a guest. If you want to talk about Buddhism, please go into the temple and have a cup of tea. If not, please leave quickly."

Jiumozhi's face was very embarrassed, and he stared at the white-clothed monk who suddenly appeared across from him, his eyes full of fear.

If he was still in his prime, he would naturally not be afraid of this person.

It's a pity that just now, In that battle, with one person fighting against five great masters who had mastered the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he consumed a lot of energy. In a short period of time, I am afraid that he will be unable to fight anymore.

It is even less likely to be the one in front of him. Master Laoshizi Yideng's opponent.

For a moment, Jiumozhi couldn't help but feel confused. He subconsciously looked at Ji Changan in the distance behind him who was still watching the fun with interest. A trace of unknown anger suddenly emerged.

You How long will this guy want to watch the excitement?

Jiumozhi gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, the young monk has tried his best now, it’s your turn to take action, right?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present subconsciously looked at Ji Changan on the golden chariot.[]

But Ji Changan himself seemed very indifferent. He slowly opened the golden gauze curtain, like a giant dragon sticking out its head. He glanced at Jiumozhi and said with a half-smile but not a smile:

"He is just a slave, how can he have the courage to ask his master? As expected, he is a barbarian from a foreign country in the snowy land, and he does not know the superiority and inferiority of his people."

Hearing this, everyone present was shocked and looked horrified.

This Snow Mountain Maharaja, who has extraordinary martial arts skills, is actually just a slave under the command of this white-haired young master. This is really hard to imagine!

Jiumozhi, on the other hand, became even more angry and gritted his teeth and said:

"Don't go too far!"

Ji Changan smiled warmly, gently caressed the sleeping Sky Demon Marten in his arms, and said leisurely:

"What if I deceive you?"

"In my opinion, you are not even worthy of being a slave under Ji, you are only worthy of being the blood food of my mink!".