Heavenly Martial Arts - 541. Chapter 535

“Under the whole world, could it be Wang Tu. Da Xia is the master of Kyushu, you who are troubled courtiers and thieves dare to question this king, but your heart is shame!” The cultivation base of the Dongzhen realm was named the King of Letters. As a high-ranking member of the Daxia court, he was naturally very displeased with the Xuanmen. Seeing the provocation by the Taoist Lingtai, he was immediately furious.

The Taoist priest in Lingtai laughed: “King Daxia is going against the sky, and the day of his country’s subjugation is not far away. Xia Xian, if you are so obsessed, you will be defeated!”

“Go against the sky? Humph, what is the sky, is it your Profound Sect?” Xia Xian snorted coldly.

Unexpectedly, Taoist Lingtai nodded: “Yes, in this big world, my Profound Gate is the sky, and King Daxia and my Profound Gate are enemies. They are going against the sky and should perish. You should also be members of the party. Perish! Those who follow the sky will escape, and those who go against the sky will die, do you understand?”

“You!” Faced with the rhetoric of the Taoist Lingtai, Xia Xian was speechless for a while.

Since the ancient times, no matter what era, only Xuanmen can be called the first. Accumulated over a long period of time, the condensed momentum is by no means comparable to any other force. If it were other forces, even if the pure sun was true and immortal, Xia Xian also sneered at it, but at this moment, facing the Taoist of the Lingtai, he did not feel the slightest sense of disobedience. .

Even though Xuanmen only had a few master-level experts from the cave realm this time, he was not in the land of Kyushu. His strength here was by no means inferior to the opponent, but he had to be oppressed with his aura.

This is the unique domineering style of Xuanmen.

Not rhetoric, but facts.

Taking a deep breath, Xia Xian recovered his calmness, and then sternly said: “Even if the profound door is so powerful, you only have five people now, this king is not afraid of you.” When he said, several figures walked behind him, all of them breathed. Vigorous, they are all strong in the realm of hole.

“You can try, can you slap my edge!” The Taoist of Lingtai was stern, his face was full of indifference, his body became thicker and heavier, crushing everything like a huge mountain.

When the two sides confronted each other, He Heng and others didn’t take any action. He saw that the Taoist of Lingtai was alone against Daxia’s four Dongzheng strongmen this time, the momentum still prevailed, and he was able to advance and retreat freely.

Xia Xian’s face was uncertain, hesitated for a moment, and finally retreated.

“You know that you are a cowardly man, and you will only waste your time!” The Taoist Lingtai smiled contemptuously and turned to look at the four of He Heng.

At this time, Bieshara came up: “Lingtai Dao is friendly and prestigious, Betsara admire it. It’s just that for this banquet, the old man has major issues to discuss with all parties, and please give the old man a thin face.”

“Thin face?” Taoist Lingtai turned his head and looked at him, smiled lightly, and walked directly into the inner hall.

He Heng et al didn’t look at Bie Shaluo, and walked in.

Looking at their backs, Betsaluo couldn’t help clenching his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

“Xuanmen, Momen, Fanmen, Wumen, and even the Great Xia court, you people of great powers all look down on me. It’s really damn it, isn’t it because I am a casual cultivator, and you are not? Huh, wait. , As long as…” There was a sudden stop in his tone, and Betsaluo strode towards the mansion.

The huge hall was brightly lit, but there were not many people, except for some accompanying maidservants, just some subordinates. The only things worthy of He Heng’s attention are those with deep breaths.

“Amitabha Buddha, Fellow Daoist in Lingtai, Dao Fellow He Heng, you are here too!” Mie Fazhi and other four monks stood up to greet them, but He Heng had clearly felt that they had a sense of alienation. The Van Sect masters have already been known to them. If they weren’t worried about things that couldn’t be said on the stage, I am afraid that both sides will turn their faces right now.

After saying hello to them, Fabuyi pointed at the other three monks beside them and said: “These are the Daojue master of the Zen vein, the Dharma King Jinluo of the dense vein, and the Lvmai Citian master.”

“Amitabha!” The three monks also joined the eleventh ceremony, showing a cold attitude towards He Heng and the others.

“I have seen three of them.” He Heng stared at the three monks, and then secretly communicated with the Taoist priests in Lingtai to inquire about the details of these three monks.

Dao Jue is an old bald donkey with a very high level of generation. He is the nephew of the pure-yang true immortal emperor Sakyamuni of the Fanmen Zen. The emperor Sakyamuni has lived for 20,000 years, and his seniority is higher than the generations of the various schools in the world. It is conceivable how old Daojue’s seniority is. This man refined the Nirvana Sutra. Although he has survived for eight thousand years, he is still vigorous and strong, and his strength remains at the peak. He ranks 15th on the list of real people. Although he is below the spiritual platform Taoist, it is because he is good at defense. reason.

On the other hand, King Jinluo, this person is a master of dense veins, who has cultivated the “Da Ni Zhen Sutra” and has three realms with one hand.

The power of Dafayin’s killing and cutting is astonishing. He is a rare powerhouse of the Fanmen who is good at fighting.

As for the last old Citian nun, it was mysterious and unpredictable, and the Taoists of Lingtai didn’t know it.

“The seven bald donkeys are all extraordinary in strength. It seems that the purpose of the Fan Sect this time is by no means small…” He Hengxin said, looking aside, he saw the evil spirit lingering, five figures standing together.

“These are the five sky demons of the demon clan, headed by the youngest-looking man, his name is Si Ling, and his body is an ancient ape. He has cultivated for thousands of years and has cultivated at the peak of the cave realm. He is invincible and powerful. Incomparable, the combat power is still above me. As for the other four monsters, they are all ordinary cave realms, not worth mentioning.” Taoist Lingtai secretly transmitted.

He Heng nodded his head and looked at the Spiritual Demon King mentioned by the Taoist Lingtai. The latter slashed his gaze, suddenly turned his head and glared, a violent evil spirit surged in his pupils.

In response, He Heng smiled lightly, a gloomy chill in his eyes. The two eyes face each other, the invisible aura collides, and then each retreats.

Not far from the five monsters, there are two people with very strange auras, one is a big man of six feet tall, with muscles all over his body, each piece of flesh and blood contains infinite power, and his body is more of a thick Taoist rhyme. The other one was quite different from it. He was a very short man with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes. He didn’t look like a strong person in the real world, and he smiled wryly from time to time.

“Is this the Wumen?” He Heng felt that the moment he saw the big man, the power he had cultivated from the Heavenly God Shabao Sutra suddenly throbbed. The power of the Dutian God Shabao Scripture is very similar to that of the Wumen. At this moment, it has an unusual change, which naturally shows the identity of the two.

Datian’s witch gate is divided into two veins, one is the sorcerer and the other is the witch Zhu. The sorcer specializes in the physical body, is good at all kinds of magical powers, and controls the elements of heaven and earth, such as wind, thunder, water, and fire. And Wuzhu Yiming is the practice of mysterious “witchcraft”, the methods are very mysterious and weird, and it is difficult for outsiders to know.

The Wumen has been forced to the snowy field since the Middle Ages. Few people have stepped into Kyushu. He Heng only knows that the Wuzhu lineage is now in power.

Of the two masters of the witch sect, the big man should belong to the sorceress line, and the short and wretched one should be the line of Wu Zhu, He Heng judged in his heart.