Fairy: Me!Crazy Dao Heart Seed Demon

Zhang Yan is not stupid.

In this situation, although there is no great cultivator who can destroy an area with a gesture of his hands, this breath, this kind of control over the area, and changes in the environment.

This clearly involves the power of Dao Realm.

Zhang Yan used to be a monk, but his Taoist realm was a realm he had looked up to, how could he not have heard of such a legend.

The woman in front of him is at least the direct disciple of a Taoist.

Otherwise, it would not have been inherited like this...

It was rumored that only the heads of the six Heavenly Dao sects and the great elders of the various branches in the cultivator's domain had the strength of the Dao realm, so at this time he already knew that he had messed with someone he couldn't afford to offend.

...

And Jin Ping'er was feeling the ability of 'Deep Flower Gathering Yin' passed down by her master, her aura increased violently, and after a while, she seemed to be able to feel the invisible oppression between the heaven and the earth here.

The suppression of the way of heaven is the ninth stage of entraining qi.

At this time, her aura has already exceeded the limit of the Southern Mortal Realm, and is locked at the upper limit by the rules of Heavenly Dao.

Jin Ping'er's eyes locked on Zhang Yan who was in front of him showing surprise. Looking at his appearance, he could roughly understand that this person probably didn't know about her former No. [-] saint, Yan Qingming.

otherwise...

According to the information Jin Ping'er received before, before Yan Qingming died, the purple lotus imprint on his shoulder should have left a deep impression on the people present.

In terms of the yin energy she absorbed now, it must be inferior to that of her predecessor who was already a great monk.

Therefore, her battle at that meeting must be more exaggerated than the first time she opened the Minghua imprint now.

...

Looking at Zhang Yan's expression at this time, Jin Ping'er understood that this guy probably didn't know the changes in the upper domain these years.

My imprint of Ming Hua Gathering Yin, although her imprint is the purple-black peony and green dragon lying in the ink pond, and Yan Qingming's is the purple lotus, but they come from the same source as her.

Qin Yu revealed that the focus of inspection is around the shoulders.

The imprint of Jin Ping'er is hidden in a more hidden position.

As for this explicit situation, there must be similarities.

According to the situation in which the sky lantern was lit in public for her former saint, as long as Zhang Yan knew about it, based on Jin Ping'er's performance, it should be easy to think of it.

...

Zhang Yan knew that the situation was not good, but in this case, he also had a hole card.

Nanfanyu can only entrain Qi nine at most.

This is the never change theorem.

Even if Jin Ping'er has the power of Dao Realm, it will be limited within this range.

Once he figured this out, he didn't worry at all.

Even the eyes that looked at Jin Ping'er were even more blazing.

The personal disciple of the Taoist is right in front of him.

If he can practice happiness meditation together, how much benefit he can get.

She also absorbed her own medicinal soup.

This...

As he thought about it, he quickly took out a porcelain bottle and slammed it into his mouth a few times.

A series of pills entered his mouth like jelly beans.

Clicking chewing...

"Jin Ping'er, no matter how strong your cards are, you can't match the Heavenly Dao of the Southern Mortal Realm. And I am not only an alchemist, but also the 130th ninth Zen sect of Huanxi Zen. This sect can escape from the monk's realm to survive in the Southern Mortal Realm , You weigh it yourself. If you give up resistance now, the poor monk can still leave your whole body. Otherwise..."

...

Jin Ping'er thought Zhang Yan was farting.

A sneer flashed across his cold face.

Immediately, the right hand held the black sword at the chest and pointed at the Styx under his feet, and the left sword stood on top of the right hand.

eyes narrowed...

At this time, the Styx River under his feet swayed slightly.

Maiden Xuanyin Sword, the second move, Taoyao, this move may only be recognized by the elders of the Hehuan Sect or other saintesses.

The half of the mask left on her face gradually turned into a mass of black airflow, which melted into the black sword in her hand, gathered at the tip of the sword, and a pink blush was reflected.

"I really don't know what is good or bad!"

Zhang Yan's shout came from ahead.

Jin Ping'er heard the sound, opened her eyes, and she, who was still gathering momentum, suddenly snapped out the long sword with red dots in the black in her hand.

On Zhang Yan's side, already wearing a dharma crown on his head, with a solemn treasure face, and with mottled golden Buddha palms, he pushed towards her.

Qi condensed into a '卍' character in the palm of his hand, slowly spinning.

Jin Ping'er has read all the materials about Huanxi Zen, so she naturally knows the power of this move.

This is the "Buddha's palm" of Shengchan Temple, which is one of the secrets of Shengchan Temple. It is said that monks can break mountains and seas with this palm.Huanxi Zen also has inheritance, and indeed only Zen inheritors can practice it.

Therefore, [-]% of what Zhang Yan said that he is a Huanxi Chan sect is true.

boom...

The golden swastika and the pink sword tip of Jin Ping'er collided.

The long black sword in her hand, and the collapsed sword, exploded with energy like a peach blossom.

Zhang Yan chewed the elixir, and also put on the dharma crown that blessed Buddha's light. His eyes were already full of longing for the golden bottle.

At this moment, Jin Ping'er didn't know how many times her strength was blessed, the black armor was broken, the seal was untied, and the moves she used were added.

At the time of the collision, the golden swastika was like glass, crushed by the flashing peach blossom on the tip of the sword, turning into golden light and bursting apart.

Jin Ping'er's sword momentum was only lightly blocked by the golden light.

With the bursting energy, as the black sword in her hand burst out, Zhang Yan, who pushed his palm out in front, not only exploded his right arm in the blink of an eye, but his body was directly blown away by this violent energy, and fell to the ground far away. at the edge of the peony bushes.

A mouthful of black-gold blood spat out from Zhang Yan's mouth.

Zhang Yan's original appearance of a jade-faced niche is rapidly aging, and his face is instantly covered with wrinkles.

Jin Ping'er walked slowly with her sword in hand, and after one step, the sea of ​​flowers also stretched one step towards her direction.

Supporting his body, Zhang Yan crawled backwards as far as possible.

"What righteous way? You are clearly evil swordsmanship. Which disciple of the evil way are you...? The Youqing female demon of the Demon King Sect, or the lifeless ghost queen of the Ghost Domain Sect. This sect is not for those who have no experience. mortal."

Jin Ping'er raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and continued to pace and approach.

"Looks like neither..."

He propped up his body and crawled backwards, although there were black and gold blood stains on the corner of his mouth, on his wrinkled face, he stared at Jin Ping'er with a stern expression at the same time.

Suddenly, his face turned happy, and he laughed wildly:

"I understand! This sect understands! Hehuan, you are Hehuan, you are the saint of Hehuan! So that's it! Such pure Xuanyin Qi, hehe, this sect actually met a saint of extreme yin in Hehuan today, that's it , Hahaha! The No. [-] Tianjiao in the Southern Territory, the Holy Maiden of the Acacia, hehe, it is really a routine of the Acacia Sect."

Immediately, from the storage ring, he took out a pure gold statue of King Ming, who was seated cross-legged with a crown, and hugged it in his arms, shouting intermittently, watching Jin Ping'er approaching with a sword.

"Jin Ping'er, even though you are the Holy Maiden of Acacia, the sect's protective array is still in the hands of this sect. Although this array is set up, the whole world will know that I, Zhang Yan, is hiding here, but you want to kill this sect , definitely can’t be done. Today, I think I have offended the wrong person in Huanxi Zen. The woman who was infected with the puppet Gu, and the decoction that Benzong spent more than ten years collecting medicinal materials and refining, should be given to the saint. Make an apology. This sect swears to keep your identity as the Holy Maiden of Acacia a secret. Now, how about we take a step back?"

Chapter 130: The Ninth Chapter Comes to Nothing!Happy Doomsday 【Please subscribe, please collect】

"Retire, why do you retreat? Just rely on the heart in your hand that has no energy?"

Jin Ping'er looked at Zhang Yan on the ground and sneered softly.

"Also... If you can use the formation method, with your personality, I'm afraid you have already used it. Do you have to wait until now?"

Just as he was about to swing the black sword in his hand, he heard Zhang Yan below him laugh out loud, tears streaming down his face.

"Fleeing for decades, it seems that I must die today, but if I want to come to a saint of acacia to die with me, I will be worth it. Hahahaha..."

Jin Ping'er felt something was wrong, and suddenly remembered what Jia Siying had said.

When she was serving the master of alchemy, whenever she touched his left armpit, the man would always look at her.

Immediately, the long sword in her hand stabbed straight, trying to end Zhang Yan.

But at this moment, Zhang Yan suddenly threw away the statue of King Ming in his arms, ignored the long sword stabbing in front of him, and slammed it under his left arm with one hand, without feeling the pain at all. The relic was taken out of his body.

Jin Ping'er's heart tightened, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the statue of King Ming who had just been thrown away was already emitting golden light, slowly floating in the air.

This black relic with golden light naturally soared into the sky, and then flew towards the statue of King Ming at high speed.

Jin Ping'er knew something was wrong, so she hurriedly flew away with her sword, trying to prevent the relic from approaching the statue of King Ming.

As a formation mage, she certainly understands that the black relic should be the core of the core of the big formation, and the lack of energy in the statue of King Ming before should be the reason why this relic was taken down.

This is the guardian formation of the monk's domain sect that is serious. Even if he likes Zen, he is a younger brother in the monk's domain, but he is at least a branch of the holy Zen.

Protecting the sect's formation... how can this be a joke.

How her predecessor died was because the sky lantern was lit in the Li Huo Sect's guardian formation.

And now myself...

The Lishou sword that Jin Ping'er threw out of his hand hit the black relic and shattered unexpectedly.

The Styx below, where the fragments of the black sword fell, slowly took shape again in Jin Ping'er's hands.

At this time, Jin Ping'er condensed a black sword, how could it stop the Huanxi Chan Patriarch's relic.

The gap is too big.

...

With a clicking sound, the black relic was inlaid in the center of King Ming's crown, golden light exploded, and within a radius of ten feet around, golden pillars of light shot up into the sky.

"Hahaha..."

After watching Jin Ping'er fail, the presumptuous laughter beside her was extremely ear-piercing.

"It's useless, Jin Ping'er, hehe, Yima City will be turned into a Buddhist kingdom."

At this time Zhang Yan smiled miserably.

Just as she was about to get closer, she saw that Zhang Yan's body was broken just now, and corrosion had already occurred.

Green smoke gradually rose from the originally black and golden blood.

His body was also slowly dissolving.

When Jin Ping'er saw it, she understood.

It should be that there is something else in Zhang Yan's body that needs to be suppressed with relics.

That's why he removed the core of the formation, which made the previous Zongmen's big formation of Xinming King an empty shell.

...

Looking at Zhang Yan's old body at this time, it was swallowed by green spots bit by bit, and it was still burning with an unpleasant smell.

Jin Ping'er knew in her heart that if she needed to use the things suppressed by the patriarch's relics, she would definitely not be too easy to mess with.

She must want Zhang Yan to die, but this formation... only he, the Zen master, knows how to undo it.

Jin Ping'er, who is a star formation mage, knows very well that the surrounding golden light has already separated the surrounding space.

If you want to go out, with your current brute force, it is possible.

But how big a crack can be broken, she can only try.

But even if a gap that can be passed by one person is broken, but with this level of black relics as a supplement, the golden light barrier will be filled in an instant.

Therefore, at present, she has only one way to solve the formation.

She pointed the black sword in her hand at Zhang Yan and asked.

"How to solve the formation? If you say it, maybe I can save you."