This was Emperor Xia's will, which loomed above Tianji Palace, condensing into a pure golden stalwart figure, standing on the top of the palace, looking towards the direction of Wuliang Mountain.

The gray-haired old eunuch Gao Lishi appeared in front of Tianji Palace in a noble purple robe.

With the fly whisk between his wrists and arms, the old eunuch looked senile and bowed slightly.

The stalwart figure waved his hand.

"Here."

Gao Lishi bowed.

As soon as the words fell, Gao Lishi, who was dressed in purple robes, suddenly felt a strong wave of air surging around him. The next moment, his body escaped hundreds of feet and turned into a small black dot. The air was shaken out by layers of waves, like a line of purple air.

Serpent.

…

To the east of the Great Xia Dynasty is the territory of the Great Chu Dynasty.

At this moment.

The sun is shining brightly.

The ancient palace bell resounded with a long and majestic sound.

The Empress of Chu was unparalleled in elegance, graceful and beautiful. She was wearing a long and narrow dragon robe. She stood behind the palace corridor paved with white jade. Her long eyelashes trembled, and a bit of brilliance shone under her eyes.

A ray of sword light was like thunder on the ground, and it rushed up from an ancient mansion in the Imperial City of Dachu. At this moment, the swords of all the swordsmen in the Imperial City of Dachu were trembling, as if they were about to be sucked away by this sword light.

Similar.

After a long time, the sword light dissipated.

In the void, there is a handsome middle-aged swordsman with his hands on his back and a broad sword on his feet. He is wielding the sword in the air. Behind him, there are swords shining brightly in the air.

"Wu Ce, the current head of the Wu family, has met Your Majesty."

Wu Ce stepped on the sword and bowed slightly, his broad robe flying in the air, looking cool and eye-catching.

The empress wore a crown, she was noble and cool, her white chin nodded slightly, then she held the wide sleeve of her luxurious robe with one hand and waved her hand.

Wu Ce immediately clasped his fists, and the next moment, it turned into a sword light and escaped in an instant.

…

The Zhou Dynasty was a low-key dynasty.

On this day, deep inside the palace, there was a very grand Taoist temple with red walls, black tiles, and a tall and wide door.

Look within.

The Emperor of Zhou, wearing loose clothes, walked out of the alchemy room and patted the dust left over from the alchemy on his body.

His weathered and slightly unshaven face looked towards the direction of Wangchuan Temple.

"Master leaves the academy..."

"hehe."

With a chuckle, the extremely low-key Emperor Zhou took out a small golden bell and shook it gently.

The sound of the bell is clear and sweet.

In the sky, a white cloud as white as cotton floated.

Above the white clouds, a stunningly beautiful Taoist nun sits cross-legged, wearing a Tai Chi robe and a lotus crown on her head. There is a pattern of fire clouds drawn with cinnabar between her eyebrows, adding a touch of earthiness and a bit of enchantment.

Even the loose Taoist robe could not hide the plump figure of the Taoist nun.

"Please, Chief Hong, please go there. This matter is very important."

The Emperor of Zhou Dynasty was as gentle as jade. He glanced at the Taoist nun and said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, you're welcome."

The Taoist nun's plump red lips slightly opened, revealing a neat row of shell teeth, and then she sat cross-legged on a cotton-like cloud that floated out in an instant.

…

Three rays of light passed quickly, one purple, one green, one white... as fast as three immortal gods, passing through the sky.

The speed was extremely fast, and at this moment, the Master had only just taken six steps to reach Wangchuan Temple.

In the spring breeze small building.

Li Xiuyuan, who had just made warm tea and was waiting for his master's return, seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and looked up at the academy.

He shook his head with a wry smile.

"They are really like a group of mad dogs that smell fishy smell..."

"Do you think it will take a long time for Master to deal with the Buddha's head that has just entered the fourth realm?"

Li Xiuyuan stood up, stretched, took out a sage book and continued to read.

…

The top of Wangchuan Temple.

Around the Buddha's head, Buddhist beads engraved with obscure Sanskrit characters are suspended one after another. The beads seem to form small Buddhas one after another.

The gorgeous and noble ancient temple collapsed and shattered in the midst of applause.

Many first-level masters feel cold in their hearts.

This... is too strong.

The Master put his hands behind his back and looked calmly at the Buddha's head and Dharma Heaven.

"oh?"

"Looking at you, do you want to hold me back?"

The Master laughed.

However, they saw that the Master was walking step by step in the martial arts arena at the top of Wuliang Mountain, and came to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell in the midst of everyone's attention.

One hand was behind his back, and the other hand raised the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell.

The hem of his clean and white Confucian shirt was flying as he stepped in front of Luo Hong in an instant.

"Little Luo, take a good look at what is the true power of righteousness."

Master said.

After the words fell, Master stepped forward.

And on the martial arts field.

The expressions of all the thirty thousand Buddha monks changed. When they saw the Master grabbing the Ten Thousand Buddha Bell at random, their faces turned rosy. Each monk sat cross-legged.

Master Faro put his palms together, his cassock fluttered, and he suddenly crossed his legs.

In the surrounding ancient temples, Buddha lights are also surging up, and Buddha shadows are floating in the world.

In every ancient temple, there are old monks sitting cross-legged.

Their eyes looked at the Master holding the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell with one hand with extremely complex expressions.

Although they do not agree with what the Buddha's head Fatian has done, after all, the Buddha's head Fatian is the Buddha's head of Wangchuan Temple and represents the facade of Wangchuan Temple.

They had to come forward.

boom!

While the Buddha's voice was chanting, the Buddha's light suddenly surged and turned into a curtain of light falling from the sky, falling hard.

Under the pull of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell, it suddenly hit the Master.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell, which originally weighed ten thousand kilograms in the master's hand, became extremely heavy again. At this moment, the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell carried the eight thousand years of Buddhist and martial fortune of Wangchuan Temple as if it had turned into reality.

As heavy as a mountain, like the Lord Buddha reaching out to cover the world.

However, the Master smiled.

"Take eight thousand years of Buddhist luck and martial arts luck to overwhelm me?"

"Just in time... Xiao Luo, take a look."

The master's arm suddenly swung, and the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell was thrown high by the master.

The Buddha's head is staring at the sky, with his palms clasped together, and behind him is a giant Buddha hundreds of feet high.

The giant Buddha also has his palms folded together, trying to clap towards the Master.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell floated, and the master's clothes suddenly tightened, and he struck out, swinging on the Ten Thousand Buddhas Bell.

Boom!

There was a crisp sound.

Countless Buddha lights exploded, and the Buddha's hands shrouded by the huge Buddha exploded directly.

The face of the Buddha's head changed slightly.
To be continued...