014 Tianning Temple

Yang Zifan's cold face has appeared in front of him. As soon as General Feifeng's arrow string was released, Zhenyuan's arrow feathers roared and took Yang Zifan's vest.

Yang Zifan hung a sneer at the corners of his mouth, ignored the long knife waved by General Feihu, and shouted softly again: "Yes."

General Feihu's body stiffened, Yang Zifan disappeared, and the arrow penetrated his shoulder vigorously. The blood was like a blooming fireworks, and General Feihu fell down in pain.

General Feifeng didn't expect that his archery, which he had never failed, was dodged by the teenager and accidentally injured General Feihu. In a daze, Yang Zifan appeared in front of him with an evil smile, waved a long iron-blue stick in his hand, which fell and hit him on the shoulder.

General Feifeng fell from the sky without any resistance.

At the same time, General Flying Dragon's flying dragon gun roared angrily.

"Puff." The gun was inserted from behind Yang Zifan and pierced his body. Qingluan Xianjia had already retracted to his body because of the exhaustion of Qinglian's breath.

Yang Zifan's face trembled and looked at the gunhead that passed through his body, but he did not cry out. The thousand-year-old iron pine in his hand flew out by himself with his last cultivation and hit General Feilong.

General Feilong was hit in the chest by a thousand-year-old iron pine stick, and his armor was broken and blood splashed.

Yang Zifan pulled out the flying dragon gun inserted in his body and rushed to the glorious palace with the last bit of Zhenyuan. Emperor Chu was shocked. Chu Huaitian fell down from the dragon chair and hid in the crowd and shouted: "Protect, escort."

Everyone was in a mess, and no one expected that the young Yang Zifan would seriously injure the strongest Sanyuan general in Emperor Chu's City in an instant.

I don't know who shouted from it, "Quickly start the Tianhe fan."

In the shouting, a fan flew up in the wind, flipped twice in a row, and turned into a huge fan. A long river was painted on the fan. The picture was exquisite and lifelike.

I saw the huge fan roll again, and the river in the painting rumbled into a long river covering the sky, drowning Yang Zifan in it. The turbid river swept like a dragon, and Yang Zifan's voice could never be seen again.

The river repeatedly swept the sky three times before giving up. As soon as the huge fan closed, it turned into a golden light and flew back to the hall. The river in the air dispersed one after another. A teenager was bruised all over his body and fell down in the river without knowing it. Who was Yang Zifan.

When everyone saw that the moon demon was killed, they breathed a sigh of relief. Chu Huaitian straightened the crooked crown, stood up, sat on the dragon chair again, and sneered, "You wait for the ants to dare to win glory in the sun and the moon. Take him down."

Several bodyguards around him were all monks in the Jindan period. Under the order, they jumped up and grabbed Yang Zifan.

At this moment.

"Amitabha"

The sky shouted with a Buddha.

In the Buddha's name, the golden light fell and protected Yang Zifan. The golden light dissipated, and a big-eared monk sat on a white lotus canopy and slowly fell from the air.

"Your Majesty, can you give this son to the old man for a few days?"

When Chu Huaitian saw the big-eared monk, he moved the corners of his eyes and said harshly, "There is no reason for such a wicked person to damage my Sanyuan general. Please get out of the way quickly, otherwise it will be killed."

The big-eared monk had a kind face and smiled and said, "This son has a lot of connections with my Tianning Temple. I'm afraid that the old man can only take him away today." Although he is smiling, he is full of prestige and has no face for Chu Huaitian at all.

Chu Huaitian said angrily, "Who are you in Tianning Temple? How dare you protect this boy? Come and take him down with me. He went to catch Yang Zifan's guards and pulled out their weapons one after another and forced them to enter.

The big-eared monk put Yang Zifan on the lotus seat and put his hands together and said, "Amitabha." When the Buddha's voice fell, a round of sunset appeared behind him, which was true and illusory.

As soon as the remnants appeared, the world was full of auspicious colors.

The knives held by all the guards in the imperial city turned into a pool of iron water in the remnants, and even the thousand-year-old iron wood pine in Yang Zifan's hand turned red.

Everyone was frightened.

The big-eared monk disappeared into the wilderness with Yang Zifan.

Chu Huaitian was furious: "Who is this monk?"

A man behind him said tremblingly, "I'm afraid that the person who can use the remnants of Buddha's light is a senior monk in Tianning Temple."

Chu Huaitian's expression changed greatly after hearing this. There were only two senior monks in Tianning Temple, one of whom was the former host Wuxun and the other was Wuxiang.

How could such a figure appear here? Chu Huaitian didn't believe this fact and scolded, "How can a wordless monk come for that teenager? Please check it quickly."

The man was submissive and quickly disappeared from the palace.

At this time, the sunset was just born, and Emperor Chu's city was in a wolf. The whole wall collapsed, and the three generals, Flying Dragon, Flying Tiger and Flying Phoenix, were seriously injured.

After the big-eared monk left the city of Emperor Chu with Yang Zifan, he appeared in a forest, and the golden light scattered all over his body. There was a person in the forest, who was Wuchen.

Wuchen saw the big-eared monk coming back and said respectfully, "Uncle, is it good to go here?"

The big-eared monk said, "It's not good. It's not easy to offend Emperor Chu. However, this boy is so powerful that one person defeated the three flying generals of the imperial city.

Wuchen was shocked. He didn't expect Yang Zifan to be so powerful, but the cause of death of Master Qiandao was related to him. Even if he offended Emperor Chu, he could only save him first. He said, "Thank you for your help today. The cause of Master Qiandao's death is related to him. I only hope that Uncle can save him."

The big-eared monk shook his head and said, "He was injured by a dragon gun, and he had to go back to Tianning Temple to save him."

Wu Chen was a little embarrassed. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "I'm sorry to bother you, uncle."

The big-eared monk smiled and said, "The old man has offended Emperor Chu. It's not safe for you to be here alone. Take the little monk Wuyuan back with the old man first."

Wu Chen nodded and hurried towards the empty sad city.

The big-eared monk looked at the unconscious man in his arms, smiled fainted, and shook his head and said, "At such a young age, his mind is uncertain. Is it a blessing or a curse, Amitabha."

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"Dong, Dong..."

The melodious and light bells echoed in the mountains. Yang Zifan had a long dream. He didn't even know where he was and what he wanted to do. He couldn't even remember someone he had been thinking about. He was extremely afraid of this feeling. Later, he finally remembered a person.

"Sinan is small." He shouted in horror, woke up, and sweated profusely.

"Lord Yang, don't panic, that's the Ningxin bell in Tianning Temple." There is a voice around.

Yang Zifan was shocked to see it, but it was Wuchen who met three times.

"Where is this?" Yang Zifan lifted the blanket on his body and wanted to get out of bed, but because of the wound on his body, he leaned against ** in pain.

"This is Tianning Temple." Wuchen said slowly.

"Oh, Tianning Temple." Yang Zifan closed his eyes slightly and was very indifferent.

Wuchen looked at him in surprise and said, "Don't Lord Yang want to know why he came here?"

Yang Zifan said, "Why do you need to ask? It's nothing more than a matter of thousands of mages."

"Then Lord Yang, why did you kill thousands of mages?" Wuchen didn't expect the other party to be so calm, so he simply asked directly.

Yang Zifan opened his eyes again and looked at the simple hut. The window was closed and he couldn't see the scenery outside. He slowly said, "Can you take me out to have a look?"

Wuchen hesitated for a moment.

Yang Zifan said again, "Take me out to have a look, and I will naturally tell you what you want to know."

Open the door gently.

Wu Chen stood outside the door with Yang Zifan.

The cliff under its feet is full of green shade. No one would have thought that Tianning Temple was built on a thousand-foot rock wall. Looking up, a floating ancient temple hung in the air, and a high bell tower was in the middle. The sound of "dong" came from that position.

Yang Zifan looked at it for a long time and sighed, "I didn't kill Master Qiandao, but by the guards outside Emperor Chu."

"Iron guard?" Wuchen did not expect such an answer from Yang Zifan. After two consecutive months of pursuit, he never turned his suspicious eyes to Emperor Chu City, and Emperor Chu City seemed to have no reason to kill Master Qiandao.

"What Lord Yang said is true?"

Yang Zifan looked back at him and said, "Believe it or not."

After saying that, he stopped talking, just looking at the cliff.

Although it is sunny, the wind is very cold.

Although Wuchen didn't like Yang Zifan's attitude, as a Buddhist disciple, he could not be amburiating, and there were thousands of mages in his heart, so he said, "Lord Yang, I have to report this matter. You should live here and recover from your injury." After saying that, he sped away in the direction of the temple.

At this time, Yang Zifan did not worry about what would happen to him. His cultivation was completely exhausted, and there was no hope to supplement him. He was equivalent to a mortal, and he was on a thousand-foot cliff. Where could he go?

He also noticed this, sighed, sat cross-legged on the high platform, let the wind blow and sun, and closed his eyes and thought about everything.

He didn't understand why he was so angry after Si Nanxiao and Luo Shangshang left that day. Why he rushed into Emperor Chu's City and couldn't stop. He even remembered that Gu Ming taught him the Tianyuan Tao Method on the first night many years ago. Greed for merit and stirs up evil thoughts, but it will only cause a big disaster and provoke the devil. And under the rainy night, the word "no" appeared in his mind, thinking of the words of the little man in the strange world who had flown in the sky. Why on earth did he rush into Emperor Chu so impulsively?

He didn't know how long he had been thinking about it. He just felt that there were more and more things in his mind, and the heart of Jiuye Qinglian in his body began to shake. Everything is not like what he can do. He can't figure out why, and even the idea of looking for Qinglin in his heart began to become blurred.

"What are you afraid of?" A voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and Yang Zifan opened his eyes confusedly and was empty.

Yang Zifan closed his eyes again and thought it was an illusion, and the sound came again.

"What on earth are you looking for?"

Yang Zifan woke up again, and there was still no one around him. He stood up and looked around. There was only a hole in the residence of the monks of Tianning Temple, and he did not see anyone.

He shouted, "Who are you?"

The wind sounded and did not answer. Yang Zifan sat down in surprise, looked at the land in front of his feet in a daze, recalling the two sentences just now.

"What are you afraid of? What the hell are you looking for?" There is another confusion in my heart.