Chapter 394 Gathering in the Four Sides

Once entering the traceless mountain, the surrounding air has changed its taste, and there seems to be a layer of seal, separating it from the surrounding environment.

The golden-winged Dapeng said, "Master, I think those people seem to have bad intentions."

As if he noticed something, Master Wuhua looked at the golden-winged Dapeng with a cold face. "Since we have come in, we should unite for the fire phoenix. If anyone interferes with it, don't blame the monk for being polite."

"Calm down, you don't have to send the sound again. Don't worry, I have my own plan." Zhao Haoran's voice immediately came.

Master Wuhua and others will never think that Zhao Haoran's cultivation level is much higher than they thought. Only Ye Wen knows a little, but he is not sure.

The divine consciousness is strong. Although there is a gap between it and the soul refining into beads, it is not far away, and it has the power of some rules. With their cultivation, they can't detect it at all.

The golden-winged roc snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Master Wuhua thought that he had intimidated this soul of Huayuan, and felt that there was no need to care about it for a cold hum.

But he didn't know that the situation was not what he thought.

The golden-winged roc has never doubted Zhao Haoran's words. What he said must be promised to be realized. Even in the face of a group of enemies whose strength has surpassed him, the golden-winged roc has enough confidence.

Every time they meet, the golden-winged Dapeng can feel that Zhao Haoran's cultivation has improved significantly. Others may notice something wrong, and the golden-winged Dapeng has been in contact with him for too long and extremely familiar. Even if it is a small change, it can't deceive him. What's more, Zhao Haoran's breath becomes stronger every time. .

It's like a mountain, constantly high, never stopping, and there is no end.

Ye Wen came to a circle, "Since it has been gathered by me, Ye, that is, a friend who can be trusted. There is no need to take anything. Don't worry."

A gentle smile can hardly pick out any flaws. Such a person is really worthy of vigilance. Zhao Haoran smiled and said nothing.

At the foot of the mountain, a long golden sedan chair appeared very abruptly. The eight children around them were pink and jade. They looked only twelve or three years old, and the four strong men carrying the sedan chair were all Japanese souls.

The Sanskrit sound curls, and the faint fragrance floats everywhere,

The lotus flower keeps rising from the eight winds on all sides of the sedan chair, from birth to death, constantly repeating this process, and the most beautiful moment always flashes.

"Master, that's it." The strong man carrying the sedan chair in the front turned his head and lowered his head respectfully.

"Very good, keep moving forward, dare to stop and kill!"

This sound happened to coincide with the moment when the lotus opened, and there was a short pause, and it took a long time to continue.

Not long after, a man and a woman were welcomed, with a long sword behind them, all wearing white long clothes. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful, which was a perfect match.

"Brother Hui, it seems to be the Sendai sedan chair of Qingyang Gate. Why did that old guy come? The ** power of Fire Phoenix is so great?"

The man called Brother Hui looked at the woman with an expression, "No one can stop me. I must get the blood of the fire phoenix for you."

The woman smiled and said, "Isn't the quiet days these years good? Maybe this is my fate. The blood of the fire phoenix may not save my life."

Brother Hui frowned and said, "There is only a glimmer of hope. I will try it. The fire phoenix is powerful. Perhaps, it is really a rare opportunity. After entering, you must be careful. The injury has not healed. Don't use your magic power indiscriminately."

The woman answered, and the two flew to the traceless mountain lightly.

A mountain that seems to be very majestic, but suddenly there are many uninvited guests, and they are all strong, which is rare.

The originally wide area seems to be narrow, and it seems that it can no longer accommodate so many souls.

The golden light was very conspicuous in the dim area. Before long, Zhao Haoran found a long golden sedan chair followed him. Ye Wen seemed to be very afraid and took everyone around several times. Then the long sedan chair seemed to fall in love with them and chased them.

It is extremely fast, and it is difficult to avoid it.

Wang Fei giggled, "Brother Ye, did you steal his things? Why has the old man been following us?"

Ye Wen is obviously immune to the way Wang Fei speaks. "Maybe he is crazy. Don't pay attention to him."

"Well, can you solve the problem if you ignore it?"

The golden sedan suddenly accelerated and rushed to Zhao Haoran and his party in an instant.

A middle-aged man in bibs lifted the curtain and blocked their way.

The golden mask covers most of the face, and the whole body emits a dazzling light, like a golden man.

Zhao Haoran has a vague premonition that this person seems to have come to him.

Jin Ren glanced around and stared at Ye Wen with burning eyes, "Give over that man and spare your life."

Ye Wen frowned. No matter how good his temper is, he can't stand such a way of speaking. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

Jinren snorted coldly, "My son can't die for nothing. Since there are so many people here, let's bury him together."

"Yo, this brother, I don't know anything. Can you let me go? You can do whatever you want." When Wang Fei spoke, he did not forget to twist the small waist of the weak willow branches.

Zhao Haoran understood in an instant that this person should be the father of Mr. Qingyang. No wonder his son's big style turned out to be learned from him.

The breath of the golden man is solemn and powerful, suppressing Ye Wen and others, who are also the cultivation of refining souls into beads, and then these people on their own side do not seem to be the opponents of the golden people.

Without a word, the golden man urged the magic formula, and a ten thousand-foot Buddha statue covered everyone's sight.

The huge fist suddenly hit down without mercy.

The pain of losing his son made Jin Ren extremely angry. He had no mood. His only son lost his life inexplicably, and there was no exact information not far from Hua Yanzong. Except for Ye Wen, he could not think of a second person.

The disputes between Van Solomon and Tianmen were endless, and their affiliation was not peaceful, and then no one dared to attack Mr. Qingyang.

Except for the soul saint, no one is the opponent of the head of Qingyangmen. I don't know who said this, but it made Mercury people convinced.

The fate of this person is also extremely legendary. Since his birth, he has been smooth all the way, and then he has no pride and has always unswervingly observed the Buddha. There are five Buddhas alone.

What kind of concept is this? The golden people can condense five Buddhas with their magical power, and their fighting power can be imagined.

It's true that the world moves when you are angry.

With a loud noise, the earth began to crack, and this long-silent land was finally no longer calm.

Master Wuhua said angrily, "You are crazy and angered the spirit beast. No one can leave alive."

"Is it?" The voice of the Jin man came from a high place.

With a random pull, another Buddha statue appeared beside him.

But it was Zhao Haoran's Guanshi Buddha, with wisdom shining in his eyes. Zhao Haoran was shocked and immediately left the place where he originally stood.

A golden beam of light shone directly into the sky and suddenly exploded, and all the mountains nearby began to collapse.

"This madman!" Ye Wen was very helpless. He didn't expect that the head of Qingyangmen would find here. If he had known that he should have thought of something else, he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to bring Zhao Haoran here.

"Spattered escape." Ye Wen spread his voice to the crowd.

The quiet ancient style acted the most quickly. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small light spot and disappeared. Then there was Wang Fei. The laughter was still echoing nearby, and the fragrance was still at the tip of the nose, disappearing.

These soul men who refine their souls into beads are indeed not simple. The unique means of escape have opened Zhao Haoran's eyes.

It would be a good thing if he was out of the control of Ye Wen and others from then on. Zhao Haoran was about to leave, but a big hand grabbed him, and the powerful force pressed his shoulder painfully.

Ye Wen said to the golden-winged Dapeng and Master Wuhua, "I'll go first."

When he grabbed Zhao Haoran, he flew up, and the roaring wind blew through his ears.

"Escape first!" Zhao Haoran's voice reached the golden-winged roc, and he flew far away with a wave of his wings.

Master Wuhua scolded shamelessly. When he talked about running for his life, they all came to the spirit.

The Wanzhang Buddha statue and the visual Buddha took action at the same time and grabbed Master Wuhua.

Master Wuhua is not in a hurry. The head of Qingyangmen is a powerful figure, but he is not the meat on the chopping board.

As soon as you push your palms, a golden rune appears.

seems to be out of proportion to the palm of the huge Buddha statue, but it is still firmly stopped.

A flash, he got out of the control of the Buddha statue and left slowly.