I Have An Impenetrable Fortress - Chapter 737

Zhang Dongyun held Xuanqing Daozu in the air.

When the palm of the hand grabs the opponent’s neck, he can feel that there are sword qi from the opponent’s body, which is stressful.

The sword energy pierced Zhang Dongyun’s palm through Xuanqing Daozu’s body.

But Zhang Dongyun’s palm was not hurt in the slightest.

Sword Qi is not the way that Xuanqing Taoist used to cultivate Yuqing Road, but it is closer to the inheritance of Shangqing, and it is lonely and dead.

“Is this what the Taoist of the Shangqing exchanged with you?”

Zhang Dongyun smiled: “It’s okay, I’ll leave it to the fourth brother to deal with later.”

He turned his hand to suppress Xuanqing Daozu.

The figure of Xuanqing Daozu disappeared in the void of the universe.

Zhang Dongyun flipped his palm again, and a ball of light appeared, hovering above his palm.

In the past, the fragments of immortal traces that belonged to Li Shulou and were lent to Xuanqing Daozu by Shangqing Daoists finally fell into Chang’an City.

Zhang Dongyun did not deal with it for the time being, and turned his head to look to the other side.

In the void, the Thousand Tree Buddha always stood silently, not saying a word, and having no intention of making a move.

“Wenshu relic, is it still in Chang’an now?”

After making eye contact with Zhang Dongyun, Qianshufo opened his mouth slowly.

The corpse after the separation of the corpse floats in the void.

It belonged to Emperor Song, who once ruled the vast world and was the master of human martial arts.

The Song emperor ruled the eastern sky for an unknown number of years.

But today, the corpses are separated, the dead are not buried, and all the dust returns to the dust to the ground.

The fall of Emperor Song, who ruled more living beings than the three holy places of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, means that the Eastern Heaven has entered a new era.

The old emperor died and the new emperor ascended the throne.

Although, even Qianshu Buddha can’t say whether the new emperor in front of him is still the same emperor as Song Huang.

Zhang Dongyun calmly listened to Qianshufo’s question, but did not answer: “In my hands.”

Qianshu Buddha clasped his palms together: “My practice is still far behind.”

Although the strength gap between the city lord of Chang’an in front of him is far, but Qianshu Buddha is more emotional at this moment, he still has something in his heart, and he has just achieved today’s fruit.

Zhang Dongyun came to the Qianshu Buddha and looked at him calmly.

The Thousand Tree Buddha with his palms clasped together did not resist, instead he sat down with his knees crossed in the void, closing his eyes and reciting the scriptures silently.

Seeing this, Zhang Dongyun nodded, and reached out to touch the head of Qianshufo who was not resisting.

Qianshu Buddha was immediately suppressed like Xuanqing Daozu and disappeared into the void.

“Congratulations to the big brother’s strength once again.”

Zong Tianxuan, who had been watching the battle silently before, spoke only now.

Zhang Dongyun smiled: “It is indeed a little better than before, but it is also related to fairy tales.”

He looked in the direction of the Yanhuang Realm:

“But it’s still not enough, I still need to continue to practice.”

Zong Tianxuan asked, “Is it because of the Buddha and Dao Zun?”

“Not exactly.” Zhang Dongyun retracted his gaze and turned to Zong Tianxuan: “You already know about the fifth one.”

Zong Tianxuan took a deep breath: “Someone else may have misunderstood that year, and the fifth brother will have a misunderstanding.”

Zhang Dongyun nodded: “The other party should not be underestimated.”

Zong Tianxuan nodded silently, then looked in the direction when the two returned: “Ye Qingpeng?”

“It was very slippery. I gave up halfway after chasing it.” Zhang Dongyun said calmly: “However, I have some clues.”

It’s really slippery enough. If you rely on the immortal trail fragments to locate, this fellow will slip all the way back to the Southern Flame Heaven and Earth Realm.

Of course, at best, this can also be called alertness.

“Not Southeast Yangtian?” Zong Tianxuan heard what Zhang Dongyun meant.

Zhang Dongyun nodded again: “Later, let’s go to the southern summer together.”

“I’ll clean up the Thunder Valley and the Song Dynasty first.” Zong Tianxuan said.

Belonging to the same camp, Zong Tianxuan was also shocked today.

The immortal demon of the seventeenth realm of the devil’s way, the Golden Crow Demon Venerable.

The ancestral saint of the seventeenth realm of the demon clan, Kui Niu Taiting.

The emperor of the seventeenth realm of martial arts, the emperor of Song Zhao Kuangming.

The Taoist ancestor of the seventeenth realm of Taoism, Xuanqing Taoist.

The Buddha of the seventeenth realm of Buddhism, the Buddha of the Thousand Trees.

Five consecutive top masters were all trapped in Chang’an City in one day.

Such a brutal sight has never been seen before.

Especially for Dongfang Cangtian, the pattern for many years has been subverted.

Although the Song Dynasty and other places have been compressed by Chang’an City before.

But as long as Song Huang and others are alive for one day, there is a possibility of rushing in.

Today, however, everything has changed.

Except for Duizi’s Lu sage and Hongqing Daozu, all the top figures in Dongfang Cangtian were swept away by Zhang Dongyun.

The upper layers of the eastern sky appear to be a vacuum to a certain extent.

Hongqing Daozu and Lu Shengren were also unable to fight against Chang’an City.

Dongfang Cangtian has completely changed this time.

The creatures in the void of this universe will usher in a new master.

A ruler with more authority than the previous Song Emperor Zhao Kuangming.

The news spread, and the entire eastern sky shook.

Zong Tianxuan and others had just arrived at Thunder Valley and the Great Song Dynasty. The two places were already in chaos, with no morale, and everyone was in danger.

In particular, the Thunder Valley, which had just suffered a catastrophe, collapsed in an instant.

Zong Tianxuan and others easily cleaned up the boundary between Song Dynasty and Thunder Valley.

On the contrary, the resistance on the Pure Land of Buddhism is more intense, but the overall situation has been determined, and a little resistance is just a man’s arm.

In particular, the Bodhisattva of Light Wisdom, who came to support him from the Yangtian Qianshu Pure Land in the southeast, was seriously injured by Zong Tianxuan, and after breaking the body of Bodhisattva Jin, the morale of Buddhist disciples also began to collapse.

And the Taiyi Sect, who had already been instructed by his ancestors before, turned to staring at the Dou Shi Academy, and told the students in the Dou Shi Academy to not dare to act rashly.

In the fierce battle, Daozu Hongqing and Saint Lu finally got the news one after another.

The battle between Confucian saints and Taoist patriarchs finally stopped.

Saint Lu stared coldly at Daozu Hongqing without saying a word.

The old Taoist sighed lightly: “The overall situation has been decided, and I hope fellow Taoists take care of themselves, don’t be impulsive.”

“I said, might not yield.”

Sage Lu said coldly, “Even if the magic flame is raging for a while, I am forced to withdraw from the Eastern Heaven today, and I will definitely come back to clarify the universe in the future.”

Daozu Hongqing said softly: “Pindao just got the news that this time, among those who are enemies with Chang’an, including fellow Daoist Jinwu, you must know his name as well.”

Saint Lu’s expression changed slightly: “Jinwu? He is with Zhao Kuangming and the others?”

Daozu Hongqing shook his head: “As of now, there is really no need for a poor Daoist to deceive fellow Daoists.”

Sage Lu’s expression returned to normal, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again:

“Yes, I believe you.”

Without waiting for Daozu Hongqing to speak again, he preemptively continued:

“Zhao Kuangming and the others are in the company of the devil, they are willing to fall, and I am deceived, this is my fault.

But I will continue on this road, and I will have no trouble with Zhao Kuangming and others. They are willing to fall, so why not Chang’an City? ”

Hongqing Dao’s ancestor said: “Daoist friend is right or wrong, not a poor Daoist can talk about it. A poor Daoist just wants Daoist friend to be more patient. It is said that when you go to a place where water is poor, when you sit and watch the clouds rise, Daoist friend can’t be ignorant.”

Saint Lu turned and left: “You are you, I am me.”

Hongqing Daozu watched his old friend leave, and only sighed endlessly.

With Saint Lu leaving, there is only one voice left from the Eastern Heaven:

The voice of Chang’an City.