The Fake Eunuch of the Empress: Bind the Shadow Corps at the beginning

boom!
The giant palm slapped the three guardians head-on, so fast that even the air was ignited with flames.

It's just that the strength of the three of them is not weak, and they used the escape method to get out of the attack range, and then King Kinnara shouted.

"Smelly Monk is too strong, King Yaksha, show your real body and fight with him!"

"Hey, I wish I could hang out with this handsome monk..."

Yasha King said in a soft voice, his body also became extremely huge in an instant, only a circle smaller than the vajra face.

The Yakshas are originally evil ghosts, but they are inspired by Buddhism to become good gods who protect the Dharma.

But looking at King Yaksha's appearance, he is definitely not a good god.

Her body was light and agile, and she turned into a ray of purple light and rushed towards the monk Nagarjuna at an extremely fast speed.

boom!
The divine lights of the two body protectors collided, the golden light just swayed, but the purple light retreated a dozen steps straight back.

"Is that what you two are looking at?"

When King Garuda heard the words, he immediately revealed his real body. It was a huge red-winged giant eagle with a golden crown of meat on its head, which looked quite impressive.

King Kinnara was the only one without a transformation form. He conjured a musical instrument like a guqin out of thin air and began to play it.

The strings were constantly being plucked, but there was no sound. Instead, ripples flew out from the front of the qin stand, hitting the golden light on the body of the holy monk Nagarjuna.

"Break the golden light of the stinky monk's body first!"

"Go together!"

King Yaksha pulled out two red-glowing water-splitting thorns from his waist, and rushed forward fearlessly.

The double thorns slammed into the golden light on the body with a loud "ding", and the continuous sound waves continued to consume the mana of the monk Nagarjuna.

Seeing the stalemate, King Garuda who was hovering in the air opened his sharp mouth, and slender blue flames shot out from his mouth, intertwined, circled and collided with the golden light.

The flames splashed in all directions, and the golden light of Nagarjuna's bodyguard suddenly dimmed by three points.

The three of them were overjoyed when they saw this, knowing that no matter how strong the other party was, after all, they were only as strong as them in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and their strength was limited, so they definitely couldn't stop the three from joining forces.

"Smelly monk, give up resistance, the three of us will be hard to resist even in the late Yuanying stage."

"That's right, it's better to make my old lady cheaper than the golden light protecting her body being broken and letting this ugly bird eat it."

Listening to King Yaksha and King Kinnara's clamor, Nagarjuna's reaction was still quite calm.

"Thank you for your kindness, the poor monk is ashamed to accept it, but the poor monk is very curious, why the World Venerable Sect will attack my temple at this time, the exhaustion of the spiritual veins has caused headaches for all sects, and this is definitely not a good opportunity for a big fight. "

The Qi State was originally dominated by the Panlong Temple family, but 500 years ago, a small sect quietly emerged in the west, called the World Honored Sect.

At first, no one took this small sect seriously. After all, although all countries are controlled by big sects, it is not that there is no living space for small sects.

It's just that no one would have thought that this small sect would develop to the scale it is today.

After the last abbot of Panlong Temple passed away 200 years ago, he expanded his territory rapidly and replaced him as the real ruler of Qi.

A hundred years ago, the strength of the Incarnate Venerable had already reached the state of transforming gods, and he could keep pace with the three major sects.

If you really want to annex Panlong Temple, you can do it as early as then, why wait until now?

"The Venerable is far-sighted, how can you figure it out?"

"However, I'm not afraid to tell you that not only your Panlong Temple, but also the entire Loose Cultivation Alliance is also under attack from my sect."

"If you are destroyed, there will still be Guardian Palace, Yulingzong, and the entire Jinzhou will submit to my World Honored One!"

The three of them spoke one sentence, revealing a lot of details, as if they regarded the holy monk Nagarjuna as a person who must die.

"There is no Misty Cloud Sect? That's how it is... The poor monk understands."

"Thank you three for letting me know."

The holy monk Nagarjuna saluted calmly, and then the golden light protecting his body suddenly shattered like a mirror, and the vajra image also turned into countless dream bubbles in an instant.

"No, he wants to run!"

King Yaksha withdrew his real body, and quickly rushed into the white bubbles.

King Garuda did not shrink, but used a pair of sharp eyes to search for the figure of the holy monk Nagarjuna among the countless bubbles.

King Kinnara was even more straightforward, he stroked the Guqin with both palms vigorously, layer upon layer of sound waves burst out suddenly, breaking a large bubble immediately.

The two struck out one after another, and in the blink of an eye, all the dream bubbles were wiped out, but in the entire area of ​​Panlong Temple, there was no trace of the holy monk Nagarjuna anymore.

So the three searched separately, but after searching around for a while, they reunited in the temple.

"It should have used some kind of escapism that hurt the source... escaped without a trace."

"It's all because you two are so useless, so I have to stay alone in the empty room tonight!"

"Forget it, anyway, the task given by His Holiness is just to get rid of Panlong Temple, and he didn't say that he must kill the holy monk Nagarjuna."

"That's right. What's more, our sect has already informed the Guardian Palace and Yulingzong about this action. If the smelly monk goes out to ask them for help, he will fall into a trap."

"The most important thing right now is to seize the time to accept believers and improve the strength of the venerable as soon as possible."

"Then let's split up, lest the four big bald donkeys come back and steal the credit."

"it is good."

After a few brief discussions, the three of them dispersed again.

As they left, those fanatics who were like zombies also turned around and walked outside the temple.

Just walking, they gradually returned to their former appearance, becoming no different from ordinary people.

All that was left in place were the ruins of the burned walls, which still made crackling sounds from time to time.

Nearly an hour later, in the quiet ruins, suddenly a figure sat up.

The aura on his body was like dead wood, devoid of vitality and aura.

"call…"

Exhaling lightly, the figure quietly turned over and crawled towards the east.

"Mother's dead fanatic believer, I don't know who bit the root of my thigh..."

"I almost bit me into the palace, but fortunately I learned the dead wood skill, not only thick-skinned but also pretending to be dead!"

The figure crawled for a long way, and only slowly got up when it was out of the range of Panlong Temple, sighing melancholy.

"The stars are gone..."

"Then I will be Qi Zi NO.17 or who?"

"Forget it... whoever he is, no matter what the situation is, let's pass the news back first."

"Send the broken tooth hole, the broken tooth hole is safe."

Mumbling to himself, he pinched out a piece of gray talisman paper, bit his finger and carved a message on it with blood.

The talisman paper glowed faintly, then turned transparent and merged into the aura.

Qizi NO.17 finished all this and looked at Dongfang standing blankly for a long time.

It wasn't until the first ray of sunlight appeared on the distant horizon that he smiled brightly.

"Let's go."

"go home!"