I have a role in the heavens

Xu Qi'an held the Taiping Knife at his waist. This was a magical weapon that he had enlightened with the help of the ninth-grade Golden Lotus. It was a magical weapon that belonged exclusively to him. It had not been taken away by the white-robed warlock just now.

Xu Qi'an was about to move, a sharp edge radiated from his body, his eyes were sharp, staring at the white-clothed warlock, his eyes were like a knife, cutting through the white-clothed warlock's body, causing a stinging sensation.

The atmosphere in the field suddenly became tense. The momentum of the two collided, and a strong wind blew up, rolling up the dust on the ground. The world was blurred. The two took a step at the same time and were about to take action.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this moment, Dean Zhao Shou arrived here with his second uncle Xu Zhiping. Xu Zhiping's face was filled with hatred and anger. He clenched his fists and continuously bombarded the formation barrier, shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Xu Pingfeng, you are worse than a pig or a dog. He is your son, my nephew. Even if the tiger's poison does not eat its children, you are doing human affairs?"

The second uncle Xu Zhiping's facial muscles were distorted, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, making him look quite ferocious. It was the first time that Xu Qian saw him so angry.

The white-clothed warlock seemed not surprised by Xu Zhiping's arrival, and said calmly.

"When I was young, I often brought you here to show you my formations. This is the secret base of our two brothers. Later, the formations here became more and more perfect and powerful, and it was the hard work of half my life. It makes me unable to abandon this place. It is not safe here, because apart from me, there is Erlang, you know. You still found this place!"

"However, this is a matter between our father and son. I gave him this life, and I naturally have the right to take it back!"

boom! Xu Pingzhi punched the barrier, like an old wolf that was stimulated, ferocious and fierce, his eyes full of murderous intent and anger, and said sternly.

"Father and son? Are you worthy! Are you worthy to be his father? He is the son of my Xu family. I raised him. If you want to kill him, have you asked me? Do I agree? Do you treat this bitch If the formation is opened, I will kill you, kill you!!"

Xu Zhiping punched the barrier, and his fists were dripping with blood, but he seemed not to feel it. There was only anger and worry on his face, without any sign of pain.

"Second uncle!"

Xu Qi'an watched silently, watching this middle-aged man go crazy. Xu Pingzhi was submissive at home and naughty outside. The murderous spirit he had developed in the battlefield had long since been wiped out in the officialdom. But no matter how submissive a man is, if his child is in danger, he will not hesitate to strike hard, even if he is facing a fierce tiger that can eat people, he will not be afraid.

Xu Zhiping kept bombarding the barrier, but it was all in vain. He fell to his knees slumped on the ground, with tears streaming down his face. The anger and hatred on his face turned into helpless pleading, and he kept kowtowing and begging.

"Don't kill him, brother, please, don't kill him, he is the child I raised, my cub, please don't kill him! I have raised him for twenty-one years, you can't do this, You really can't do this! Brother, it seems that due to the past relationship, you should return him to me."

A violent aura rose in Xu Qian's heart, his eyes were like a torch, and the peace knife in his hand was instantly unsheathed. The sound of clanging was endless, the cold light shone, and the sword energy was densely spread throughout the world, and a roar spread outside the barrier.

"Xu Pingfeng, take my knife and die!"

The white-clothed warlock did not dare to underestimate a second-grade Hedao martial artist. Even though Xu Qi'an had just been promoted, and even his realm was not yet perfect, but he had only stepped into the second-grade with his energy and blood power, he still could not slack off. The martial artist's tyranny was well known to the world. Vulgar and reckless, arrogant and powerful.

The white-clothed warlock waved his hand, and the formations here continued to move, turning into killing formations one after another, blocking him in front of him, and shrouding Xu Qian.

"Boom!"

The sword's radiance was unparalleled and the formation was exquisite. Lines of white light rushed into the formation, breaking them apart one by one. However, in the process, the sword's energy was constantly being consumed and gradually dissipated in the void.

Xu Qi'an had no hope of accomplishing anything with one sword. He followed closely behind the sword and kept approaching. He kept waving the Tao Ping Dao in his hand, and the cold light kept breaking through the formation. The surrounding void was in chaos, shining with colorful lights and brilliant colors. , dazzling.

The white-clothed warlock frowned slightly, took out the sachet again from his arms, and opened it. Countless cannons, crossbows, and swords flew across the sky, aiming at Xu Qi'an. There was a roar, flames surged into the sky, angry arrows pierced the sky, and swords swam. They all attacked Xu Qian.

Xu Qian's anger was overwhelming, his beard and hair were all standing up, his body was surging with energy and blood, and the powerful aura filled the world. The Taiping Dao in his hand opened up a flat avenue, splitting the cannonballs, crossbows, and swords one after another, cutting everything, unstoppable, and constantly charging. Towards Xu Pingfeng, the distance between the two continued to close.

Xu Pingfeng frowned and raised his brows, feeling extremely troubled. The strength of Wufu was difficult to show at low levels, but after reaching third level, almost no monks from other systems were rivals of Wufu. He was invincible in the same realm, even if he had already Having touched the realm of first-level destiny, it was somewhat difficult to withstand Xu Qi'an's powerful offensive.

At this time, in the outside world, Zhao Shou waved his sleeves and pushed his second uncle Xu Zhiping away. He once again put on the Asian Confucian crown, and a Confucian Saint carving knife appeared in his hand. Grand and spectacular.

Zhao Shou held the Confucian Sage carving knife and stabbed forward. With the support of the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown and the Third-grade Confucian, the carving knife burst out with a clear light that reached the sky. The white-clothed warlock spent more than thirty years to arrange the formation, which was instantly destroyed. Once broken, the outermost barrier collapsed and could no longer prevent outsiders from entering.

"You must not uproot luck here."

Zhao Shou shouted loudly. He couldn't figure out the situation at this time. The first step was to ensure that Xu Qian's luck was not taken away. We would talk about the rest later.

However, this time the Confucian teachings were effective, because the world was full of formations, and the rules between heaven and earth were different from those in the outside world. Zhao Shou needed to get familiar with them before he could change the rules again.

"The laws of heaven and earth here are different from those of the outside world. If you Confucians want to dominate my territory, you have to ask me if I agree."

The white-clothed warlock looked at the intruding Zhao Shou and snorted coldly. The solemn look in his eyes became a little more intense. Xu Qi'an was already difficult enough, but with the addition of a great Confucian scholar, he felt extremely troublesome.

Zhao Shou frowned slightly, took a step forward again, and stabbed out the Confucian Sage's carving knife. The sub-sage Confucian crown sprinkled water-like clear light, blessed the carving knife, and shouted loudly.

"Break the formation!"

Breaking the formation was Wei Yuan's martial intention. There was a connection between Zhao Shou and Wei Yuan. They had a deep relationship. They had naturally seen each other before. As long as it was a method that Confucianism had seen, they could use it for free. It was extremely easy to use.

The words and the law are blessed on the carving knife with the power. Since you change the rules, I can also break the formation. The carving knife seemed to turn into a scorching sun, and the clear light was so intense that it was almost blazing white. It advanced rapidly, and as the layers of formations collapsed, this peerless formation composed of one hundred and eight formations could not stop anyone at all. A second-grade scholar wearing a Confucian crown and holding a carving knife, even if this second-grade scholar is temporary.

At this moment, a sword light filled with chilling intent emerged from the void, smashing formation runes one after another with unparalleled sword intent.

The white-clothed warlock pressed his free hand, and a pattern somewhere lit up, forming a wall of air that blocked the light of the sword. The light of the sword struck the wall of air and disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea. He teleported the light of the sword away.

"Teleportation is prohibited here."

Zhao Shou calmly gave a countermeasure. As the formation collapsed, the power of Confucianism further invaded this place. The void suddenly boiled, and one after another unparalleled sword intent emerged, unstoppable, cutting off the formation patterns.

This allowed Zhao Shou to advance more easily, and when he was about to rush forward, suddenly, the corpse of the old man Tian Gu, with no eyeballs, only the whites of his eyes, dimly lit up.

Zhao Shou suddenly lost his target. He stood blankly. The front was empty, without Xu Qian and the white-robed warlock.

This was the trick of the Gu Master. It hid Xu Qi'an and the white-robed warlock from Zhao Shou's sight in order to delay time.

Zhao Shou frowned, raised his hand, and flicked the Confucian crown of the Sub-Sage. The Confucian crown trembled slightly, and a clear light swayed like water waves. The power that enveloped Zhao Shou was washed away, and Xu Qi'an and the white-clothed warlock's The figure appears again.

"Smelly bitch, why don't you take action!"

Xu Qian shouted loudly, and he finally activated his backhand, and illusory, fluffy fox tails appeared in mid-air, like a peacock spreading its tail, beautiful and terrifying.

These tails come from the leader of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons. There is a connection between this nine-tailed sky fox and Xu Qi'an. Xu Qi'an knows that if he is really in a desperate situation, this man will definitely take action, because she is the one who sent Monk Shenshu's right hand to her. In front of him, as long as Monk Shenshu is still in his body, this nine-tailed fox will never stand idly by.

As soon as these tails appeared, the white-clothed warlock seemed to be under a restraining spell and became temporarily frozen.

Taking advantage of this gap, the nine fox tails were like tentacles, swiping hard at the white-clothed warlock. They did not emit terrible energy fluctuations, nor did they cause spectacular phenomena, but they made the white-clothed warlock subconsciously retreat. Xiao Banbu seemed to be extremely afraid of these tails.

"snort!"

The white-clothed warlock let out a cold snort. He was slightly surprised by the appearance of the nine sky foxes, but he felt that it was reasonable because he knew the relationship between the king of the Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom and the monk Shenshu.

The white-clothed warlock panicked but didn't panic. He raised his foot and stamped his feet. The remaining magic circle simultaneously erupted with dazzling clear light, covering his body with a protective barrier.

Buzz! The nine fox tails slapped against the barrier, causing the clear light to vibrate violently, causing the Qi energy to explode layer by layer, and the white-clothed warlock to retreat continuously in a ferocious manner.

Xu Qi'an and Dean Zhao Shou seized the opportunity, and more and more sword intent emerged in the void. The fourth-grade sword intent plus the power of the second grade, combined with the Confucian sage's knife, obliterated the formation, like cutting through thousands of armies. Thousands of horses dug through the small formations and took the heads of the enemy generals.

The white-clothed warlock didn't panic at all when faced with the three-person attack. The sachet automatically opened, and each magical weapon seemed to be given life and flew out automatically. It was not a physical attack weapon such as a crossbow cannon, but a magic weapon with a more bizarre purpose. .

Some of them are bronze mirrors, some are fangs, some are small bronze seals, and some are exquisite pagodas. Their functions are to confer gods, pierce qi, imprison, and refine.

There were many magical weapons surrounding it, and the fox tails were baring their teeth and claws like tentacles. Under the influence of the magical weapons, they seemed to have lost their activity, lost their purpose, and squirmed in a daze.

"The use of magic weapons is prohibited here."

Zhao Shou said in a deep voice, most of the peerless formation of the white-clothed warlocks was wiped out by the combined force of the contemporary great Confucian and the half-step second-grade martial artist, and was no longer able to compete with the Confucian words and Dharma Sui. Ding ding! The magic weapons flying in the air fell one after another.

The Confucian Crown of the Sub-Sage and the Confucian Sage Carving Knife also sealed themselves, condensing their brilliance. Scholars are reasonable, scholars are not hooligans. The power of speaking Dharma Sui is also effective on one's own side.

Zhao Shou let out a muffled groan, his face turned as white as a sheet of paper. Scholars also have to pay a price for quarrels. They can bear it with Haoran's righteousness, but if Haoran's righteousness is exhausted, he will have to bear it himself.

In order to save Xu Qi'an, Zhao Shou had already used his power many times today, which had already exceeded the limit he could bear. Haoran's righteousness was not enough to withstand the backlash, and he had to bear part of the backlash.

Suddenly a stream of pure Qi fell from the sky and fell into Zhao Shou's body. The extremely pure Haoran righteousness took effect instantly, canceling out the remaining backlash. Zhao Shou breathed a sigh of relief and secretly thanked him in his heart. .

"Thank you Yasheng for helping me!"

Zhao Shou knew that only one person in the world could possess such pure and magnificent righteousness, and that was Xu Yasheng, who was now thanking guests behind closed doors and not seeing any outsiders.

Without the suppression of the magic weapon, the nine fox tails suddenly became violent and danced wildly in the sky. The white-clothed warlock was beaten back again. Close combat was the warlock's weakness.

The white-clothed warlock glanced at Zhao Shou and knew that the great scholar had no fighting ability, so he didn't take it to heart and tried his best to deal with Xu Qian and the nine-tailed sky fox.

The white-clothed warlock stepped forward, held the seal in his hand, and gave a clear drink.

"rise!"

A stone plate rumbled and vibrated, floating into the air. On the surface of the stone plate, two-thirds of the peerless formation that had been drilled through began to shrink and repair itself, forming a simplified version of the peerless formation.

Although it is not as powerful as the formation just now, it is more perfect than the broken state. All the lost abilities have been restored at this moment. For high-level warlocks, repairing damaged formations is the most basic ability, just like sitting in meditation for monks and wandering around as Taoist priests are the basic skills of warlocks.

When Zhao Shou saw this, he snorted coldly. He had just seen the white-clothed warlock despise him. He had just received a burst of Xu Zisheng's awe-inspiring righteousness, restored some of his state, and could activate the ability to speak magic.

"In this world, formations are not allowed."

As soon as the words fell, the floating stone plate quickly cracked, and the formations were extinguished and lost their power. Just this simple sentence weakened the power of this simplified version of the peerless formation by 50%.

The white-clothed warlock could no longer control the stone plate to float into the air and fell to the ground. There was a look of astonishment on his face and he looked at Zhao Shou.

At the same time, an unparalleled sword slashed down from behind the white-clothed warlock. The white-clothed warlock grunted, and the flesh and blood on his back split open, and large amounts of blood poured out.

The white-clothed warlock was finally injured. This former first-grade destiny realm warlock was injured for the first time since this battle.

The white-clothed warlock staggered back and distanced himself from Xu Qian. At this time, he no longer dared to face the nine-tailed fox's tail.

Sword intents emerged from the void one after another. Xu Qi'an, a young man with no martial ethics, was ready to beat up the drowned dog and keep pursuing.

While taking out the healing elixir from the sachet, the white-clothed warlock walked calmly through the layers of sword intent, away from the surrounding sword light. With a thought, he blocked his secret.

Xu Qian's figure appeared, and the peace knife in his hand seemed to have lost its target. He temporarily forgot who his opponent was.

The white-clothed warlock cut open the elixir, recovered from his injuries, and pulled out the sword intent from his body. Only then did he show a hint of relief.

At this time, Xu Qian also remembered the existence of the white-clothed warlock again, and the sword light appeared again, attacking him, ruthlessly, ruthlessly, and extremely sharp.

The white-clothed warlock dodged, a confident smile appeared on his face again, and he said coldly.

"A son is a son. If you want to fight with me, you still have a few points to lose!"

Hearing this, Xu Qi'an was filled with rage, shouted loudly, and rushed up again, slashing out the peace knife in his hand. The sword's light was bright and its energy was pure, piercing the void and slashing towards the white-clothed warlock.

At this moment, the sky and the earth lost color, and all the colors faded away. Xu Qian, the white-robed warlock, Zhao Shou and others all turned into black and white. Only a figure suddenly appeared with bright colors, as if it was the center between heaven and earth. , attracted everyone's attention.

A woman wearing a white cassock with black hair like a waterfall appeared. The wide cassock could not hide her graceful figure and beautiful face. There was a cinnabar between her eyebrows. Her eyes were as clear as a clear spring, calm and peaceful. This was a woman. Bodhisattva is the most powerful being in Buddhism today.

"Colorless Dharma!"

Zhao Shou's expression changed drastically and became extremely gloomy and solemn. His eyes were fixed on the Bodhisattva who suddenly appeared, and he felt heavy pressure in his heart.

Xu Qian also stopped, a look of shock appeared in his eyes, and he cursed in his heart.

"You don't deserve to be a son of a man. You, mother, Xu Pingfeng, actually invited all the Buddhists and Bodhisattvas out. No matter how many back-ups I have, I can't stand it!"

Xu Qian felt that his body and mind were stuck in a quagmire. It took a long time for a thought to emerge. His body was extremely restricted and could hardly move. This was the strength of the first-level Buddhist Bodhisattva, which almost crushed the second-level.

Of course, this is also related to Xu Qi'an's unstable foundation and insufficient realm. If Wei Yuan, a second-grade Hedao martial artist, faces this Bodhisattva, although he may not win, he can definitely escape intact. This is the gap in realm. Xu Qi'an The time for practicing martial arts is still too short, and the realm cannot keep up with the cultivation level, so he can only be regarded as a pseudo-second-grade Hedao martial artist.

Xu Qi'an heard the curses of the nine heavenly foxes coming from the void, and he was obviously very angry. Xu Pingfeng was simply not a son of a man. You actually invited a first-grade Bodhisattva to fight among everyone. This is too shameless.

"Perhaps only a great scholar like Dean Zhao Shou can resist scolding!"

Just as this thought emerged in Xu Qian's mind, he heard the great scholar Zhao Shou yelling angrily.

"I am sincerely sorry for my mother's displeasure!"

Xu Qi'an couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence. Swearing in classical Chinese was still too obscure for people to understand. If this sentence was translated into vernacular, it would really make him, mother, unhappy!

"You didn't lie to me. Shenshu is indeed in his body. That's great. You can get your luck back, and I'll take Shenshu away!"

The white-clothed Bodhisattva's voice was pleasant to the ear, but it was not mixed with emotions or fluctuations. He looked at the white-clothed warlock indifferently.