All My Disciples Are Kings

Looking at Mu Fusheng's attitude, Nan Congyin looked extremely ugly. He looked at He Shangke who was still trying to attack the Eight Peaks Thunder Prison. He gritted his teeth and took out a sky-blue scroll from the space ring.

The Taoist spirit flowing above is floating in the entire space!

Seeing this, Mu Fusheng's face wrinkled.

Huh? This doesn’t seem to be a sound transmission thing, right?

Before he was ready to take action, Mu Fusheng set up a talisman barrier to block the entry and exit of information. Together with Fang Qiong, it can be said that as long as there is interference, the other party's information will never be sent out in a short period of time!

Mu Fusheng has not thought of other possibilities.

For example, an incarnation coming from outside the body, or a projection like the master.

 But for this situation, Mu Fusheng had no means to stop it for the time being.

I saw Nan Congyin unfolding the scroll, and the Taoism in the scroll soared into the sky!

The spider web that surrounded this Demon King's domain also stirred up a sky-blue Taoist spirit, mirroring the aura erupting from the scroll.

 Everyone raised their heads and looked at this scene with doubts on their faces.

At this moment, Nan Congyin knelt on one knee in the broken void, supporting his seriously injured body and said in a hoarse voice: "Please, Lord of the Palace!"

He Shangke, who had been attacking the Eight Peaks Thunder Prison, stopped attacking at this moment, knelt on one knee and said: "Please, Lord of the Palace!"

 The spider webs quickly dispersed at this moment!

In the azure light pillar that shot out from the scroll, the scattered spider webs began to weave in the light pillar, and gradually, they formed a human shape!

Nan Congyin lowered his head and looked at Mu Fusheng, and sneered: "You made those talisman and seal barriers that block information from the outside world, right? Do you underestimate us for monitoring the temple?"

“Our methods of monitoring the temple are different from other forces!”

Looking at this scene, Mu Fusheng's expression slowly became serious.

Ye Qiubai and others also restrained their relaxed smiles.

 The spider web is continuously weaved and condensed, and the human form is slowly carved out.

 A mysterious aura began to spread like the fragrance of flowers when the stamens are in full bloom.

This breath is not aggressive.

 On the contrary, it makes people feel that their injuries and lack of spiritual energy are slowly recovering...

 This is the spirit of immortality.

 Huge and incomparable immortal energy!

Mu Fusheng looked at this scene and whispered: "The Divine Lord Realm requires the conversion of most of the Immortal Qi, so there are only two possibilities for the Immortal Qi that has reached this level of saturation... either one is from the Immortal Realm, or... the Divine Emperor Realm. "

Inspection of the temple, the hidden things are too deep!

 “What’s bothering Laochan in retreat? Have you found the Floating Life Picture?”

 The weaving and carving was gradually completed, and a rickety old man appeared in the blue pillar of light!

 This is also a state of external incarnation or projection.

 But even so.

  The aura of the old man still makes people unable to resist.

It seems that as long as the old man stands there, motionless and silent, he is also the master of this land!

Even Mu Fusheng feels this way.

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Nan Congyin immediately replied respectfully: "The Floating Life Map has been found, but it has been taken away by others!"

 Speaking of this, Nan Congyin once again told the old man the words he had used to add fuel to the fire.

The old man nodded after hearing this and said: "The Floating Life Map cannot fall into the hands of others, otherwise the mortal world will be completely destroyed."

 At this point, he looked at Nan Congyin and said, "Is your injury caused by this young man?"

 Nan Congyin looked embarrassed. Although he was embarrassed, he could only grit his teeth and nodded.

Immediately, the old man looked at Mu Fusheng, stretched out his withered hand like a rotten tree, and said slowly: "Young man, hand over the Fusheng Tu. This is also for the mortal world."

"For the mortal world?" Mu Fusheng frowned slightly and said, "With just one mouth, why should I believe you?"

"What's more, are you really doing this for the mortal world?" Taking things by force and hiding them deeply, it really looks like a villain's approach.

However, the old man sighed and shook his head: "This matter cannot be discussed, but if you don't hand it over, then I will only be embarrassed and bully the junior once... After all, I don't have much time."

At this time, God Lord Haotian cupped his hands and said: "Senior, you are just a junior. With the reputation of supervising the temple, you won't take action against the junior, right?"

 But the old man didn’t even look at God Lord Haotian.

Then he stretched out his hand towards Mu Fusheng!

Mu Fusheng's expression changed drastically, and the talisman in his hand flashed, turning into a bolt of thunder and disappearing from the place!

Divine Lord Haotian, who was just about to take action to block Mu Fusheng's blow, also froze.

 The place where Mu Fusheng was originally began to squeeze and twist!

“Oh? There are some methods. Even in ancient times, your talent was unparalleled. It’s a pity that you were born in the wrong era..."

Mu Fusheng looked a little solemn as he watched the old man take action again.

  It will probably take more than ten breaths before the master arrives.

 But based on the other party’s strength…

Mu Fusheng thought to himself, and a talisman quietly appeared in his hand.

 Do you really want to use this talisman?

 The consequences of using the power of the soul to recover may not be possible, and with all the strength, he should be able to survive this gap period.

But…

Looking at the opponent reaching out his hand again, Mu Fusheng gritted his teeth and was about to throw out the talisman in his hand.

 A figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

  Similarly an old man.

I just heard the old man say: "Tianyang, have you gone too far?"

The master of Tianyang Hall was stunned for a moment, then stopped and said, "Sir?"

gentlemen?

Everyone looked over and looked a little surprised.

 Nan Congyin and He Shangke also quickly handed over their hands.

The same is true for the Lord Haotian.

 “Junior, please see sir.”

If Lu Changsheng were here, he would be able to recognize it.

 This man is the gentleman from Mortal Village!

But what God Lord Haotian didn't expect was that the master of the Supervisory Temple, who was a powerful person in the God Emperor realm, would also call Mr. Mortal Village "Mr."

Mr.  looked at the Master of Tianyang Palace calmly and said: "Tianyang, your intention is good, but it is a little too extreme."

Tianyang said helplessly: "The mortal world can't wait any longer. The demonic realm is about to make a comeback. There is no other way."

　　　I don’t wait for Mr. to speak.

Tianyang said again: "Sir, your strength has been able to survive for so long through the seal, and it cannot be easily unlocked, so you can't stop me now."

“Tianyang can only say sorry here. When the matter is over, I will apologize to you sir!”

After saying that, the master of Tianyang Palace looked at Mu Fusheng, his expression condensed, and he reached out to grab it again!

Mr. his face darkened.

Mu Fusheng, Ye Qiubai and others' expressions relaxed for a while.

Just when this hand was about to fall on Mu Fusheng.

In the space in front of him, a man in white stepped out of the originally broken void. He waved his palm lightly and scattered the palm print!

“What’s wrong, Mu Fusheng, you and your senior brother have broken the rules? Are you starting to cause trouble as well?”