I have an altar of luck

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva is as motionless as a mountain, and his whole body is enveloped by an illusory golden bell.

It is the supernatural power of Lingshan, which does not move the bell of the king of Ming, and prevents all evil from invading.

Jiang He's eyes became more and more solemn, and his face under the mask had already begun to turn pale. There was a price to be paid for such a big movement.

Especially when dealing with a genuine, strong man on the supreme list, it will cost a lot.

He reckoned that he would not be able to hold on for at least a quarter of an hour...

I don't know what's going on with Chen Yuan, is Senior Mo Luo out of trouble...

Jiang He's condition is not good, Chu Changfeng, Li Suqing, Yang Huatian and other Taoist masters are also in poor condition, they just try their best to support them, although the innate five-element banner is very strong.

Undefeated to be able to resist the real king.

But what he was facing was only a True Monarch.

Surrounding them at this moment, apart from the powerful royal family, there are also eight Huayang real people taking turns attacking, and the entire void is shaking endlessly.

The sword energy and the sword glow across the sky, and the long halberd and ax show their power.

In addition to them, Song Zhilun and Chi Lian, the prisoner demons of the Tianmo Palace, are also relying on some means to resist the offensive of the five real people, which is somewhat difficult.

As for the peripheral members of the Taoist Palace below, they have basically fallen completely.

Jingtai, who was firmly guarded by the imperial guards and patrolling the sky, looked calm, but he lived up to his calmness before, and nearly a quarter of an hour had passed since the start of the fight.

But the fight was not over.

It is conceivable that how many warriors in the Jianghu are paying attention to this battle now, if the battle cannot be resolved quickly, it will lose the face of the court.

It will really be like what I said before... The beginning of the decline of the imperial court begins today!

"Quick fight!"

Jingtai opened the mouth and said.

The golden light intertwined with the deep black light, constantly colliding and merging. Chen Yuan stood far away, watching the changes in front of him solemnly.

Praying in my heart for success.

otherwise……

Dao Shrine's many years of planning will turn into a dream.

Finally, almost ninety-nine and eighty-one breaths passed, the movement on the Demon-Suppressing Stone Gate began to dissipate, the Jiuxuan Tianfu disappeared, and the densely packed Sanskrit characters on it also disappeared.

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, put his hands on the stone gate, and lifted it lightly.

Moved!

The Shimen was lifted up by Chen Yuan with great strength, finally revealing the scene inside, his pupils shrank instantly.

In front of his eyes, there are streaks of noble golden light shrouded, like dragons hovering around, and in the very center, there is an illusory figure sitting cross-legged on a lotus flower.

It was a monk, his appearance was not fading, and he looked only in his twenties, but there was a sense of vicissitudes on his body, as if time was passing by before his eyes.

A series of golden dragons continuously surround the young monk's body, wearing away the charm of his whole body.

And the identity of the young monk was about to be revealed.

The founder of the Dao Shrine, the demon monk Mo Luo, who is suspected of being a land immortal at the level of the sixth realm of refining the void and entering the Tao! ! !

"Senior Moro?"

Chen Yuan bit the bullet and called softly.

The main reason was that he didn't know what to do next, and the Taoist masters of the Taoist Palace only told him how to break through the Demon-Suppressing Gate, but didn't tell him how to wake up the seemingly sleeping Senior Moro.

Seeing that Senior Mo Luo, who was sitting cross-legged, did not respond, Chen Yuan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and pulled out the Emperor Butcher Knife, and slowly stepped forward, looking at the so-called Dragon Vein Qi that was close at hand.

He held his breath.

It's not that he has never seen the energy of dragon veins. In fact, when he broke through to Tongxuan before, the opportunity he received was the energy of dragon veins from the Dragon and Tiger Gate, which was forcibly drawn out by the dragon scales.

But it's not quite the same as the ones in front of you.

He didn't feel that the energy of these dragon veins matched him, and he didn't know if it was because of the guidance of chance, or if there was nothing to help extract it.

It is also possible that those on Longhu Mountain are broken dragon veins, but what is in front of you is the real complete dragon veins.

In short, at this moment, Chen Yuan thought a lot.

Turning his mind around, Chen Yuan set his eyes on Mo Luo's body, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and slowly placed it on the dragon's veins. Unexpectedly,

The dragon's veins didn't reject him, and he integrated into it easily.

The moment Chen Yuan touched the dragon's vein, the illusory Mo Luo's figure moved slightly from the corner of his eyes, but Chen Yuan didn't notice that he was approaching at this moment.

But then he froze and stayed where he was.

An ethereal and vicissitudes voice came from beside my ears:

"You came?"

Chen Yuan was startled, and immediately raised his head to look at Senior Mo Luo who was sitting cross-legged on the lotus, only to see him looking at him with a faint smile, incomparably vicissitudes.

It seems to have truly seen through everything in the world and the suffering of all beings.

The emotions contained in those eyes are very...complicated.

Chen Yuan seemed to see himself, and also seemed to see a stranger.

Subconsciously, he asked:

"Senior Moro recognizes me?"

But as soon as he said this, he felt relieved. Su Ziyue had already said before that the reason why she went to Nanling Mansion back then was because of Senior Mo Luo's guidance.

Of course they recognize him.

"I don't recognize it, but the poor monk recognizes it." Mo Luo raised his finger, and the heavenly book in Chen Yuan's hand immediately flew out and fell into his hand.

"Chen Yuan?"

"Yes."

"Daoist Qiqing or Taoist Changqing gave you this thing."

"Fellow Daoist Evergreen."

Chen Yuan replied truthfully.

Mo Luo looked at the shard of the heavenly book in his hand with a smile on his mouth, and slowly sent it to Chen Yuan, and said softly:

"Presumably you already know the exercises that the poor monk prepared for you by now?"

"I don't know yet..."

Chen Yuan shook his head slowly.

"It seems that Daoist Heavenly Sword and the others haven't told you yet."

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, realizing that Su Ziyue and the others probably knew the name of the exercise, but they didn't say it.

Moro said:

"The poor monk has heard Qiqing and the others say that your physical body is extremely strong, and now it is true, and you have broken through to the indestructible state of vajra. But do you know that there is something wrong with the vajra glazed body technique you practiced?"

At a glance, he could see the name of the physical exercise practiced by Chen Yuan.

"what is the problem?"

Chen Yuan frowned, and asked a little puzzled.

This technique has accompanied him all the way up to now, and he has been practicing it since he was in his infancy, and he has not found any abnormalities.

"However, all Buddhist exercises, whether it is refining qi and body, will have more or less influence on the warrior, and will gradually affect the transformation of the warrior's heart to the Buddha.

However, the exercises prepared by the poor monk can eliminate these effects. "

Mo Luo said softly, unhurriedly.

"But Chen doesn't have the slightest heart for Buddha."

After listening to Mo Luo's words, Chen Yuan then spoke.

Not only did he not have the heart for the Buddha, but he also wanted to destroy the Buddha!

"Oh?"

Listening to Chen Yuan's words, the extremely quiet Mo Luo stared at Chen Yuan. His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, but he didn't see any abnormalities in him.

It feels a little weird...

After a while, Mo Luo retracted his gaze, nodded and said: "I think it's because your Dao heart is extremely firm, and a little influence doesn't change you in any way. You are indeed the person guided by the Tianji Disk."

"Is that why Senior Mo Luo found me?"

"That's right, this object is an ancient wonder, capable of discovering the secrets of heaven, and this is where the poor monk's idea of ​​creating the Taoist Palace came from."

Chen Yuan's eyes flickered slightly. He didn't ask Mo Luo if he noticed his abnormality. Since the other party didn't say anything, he probably couldn't see the Altar of Air Luck.

"I don't know how the predecessors created these exercises."

Mo Luo smiled lightly: "Thinking about it, you have already seen the origin of the poor monk. Yes, it is from Lingshan, and the exercises prepared for the Taoist masters of the Taoist Palace are also based on this, but... it is mixed. Taoism, swordsmanship, Confucianism, sects... and many other martial arts are condensed, um... also have the credit of the heavenly secret disk.

And the skill prepared for you is called Shura Demon Body, which is a powerful magic skill. "

"Originally I wanted to give you another Buddhist body training exercise to neutralize the influence of the demonic exercise, but now it seems that there is no need to do so. Your comprehension of the vajra glazed body has reached almost the peak state, and you just practice this demonic exercise, and the Buddha and the devil are one. , can become a bodily avenue.”

"Sura Demon Physique..."

Chen Yuan muttered these words softly.

"These exercises are directed at the Dao, but if you don't want to practice, the poor monk will not force you, as long as the vajra glazed body has no effect on you, that's fine."

Mo Luo seemed to see Chen Yuan's vigilance, and then said.

He doesn't insist on the exercises, these things can only be regarded as a sign of the Taoist master of the Taoist Palace.

"Sura demon body, Shura... Daoist."

Chen Yuan muttered in his heart.

He didn't have too many requirements for the name of the Taoist master, and he would not pretend to be sophisticated with other Taoist names, just like other Taoist masters named after the exercises.

Besides, this number is also okay.

"Also invite the seniors to pass on the skills."

At least for now, there is no problem with these people in Taoist Palace. Besides, he is only accepting the teaching of skills. As for whether to practice or not, it will be discussed in the future.

If it really helps him, it doesn't matter if he practices.

If not, naturally you won't practice.

"It's not urgent." Mo Luo asked with a look in his eyes:

"You came here today, where are the other Taoist masters?"

Hearing these words, Chen Yuan suddenly realized that he had only cared about this senior Mo Luo just now, and under the influence of the vicissitudes of time, he almost forgot about Jiang He and the others.

Quickly told their situation.

Fortunately, there was not much time wasted, just a few words of conversation.

After listening, Moro frowned and said softly:

"Let's go."

"where to?"

Chen Yuan blurted out the question.

"With the strength of the imperial court, these Taoist masters who have not yet grown up are still unable to deal with it. If the poor monk does not take action, I am afraid that they will all fall here today."

"But... Senior, your injury."

Chen Yuan knows that Mo Luo has been suppressed for more than two hundred years, and he has been consumed by the energy of the dragon veins, so how much strength can he have left now?

And the Taoist masters of the Taoist Palace didn't think about Moluo's action, they just told him to leave directly after rescuing Senior Moluo, and just tell them the matter through the heavenly book.

Besides... Mo Luo is not the real body, but just the soul.

Mo Luo turned his gaze to Chen Yuan, and said with a smile:

"Isn't this still you?"