From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 128 The real monarch was furious, and the corpse was buried for thousands of miles
After Lin Qingxuan finished speaking, he strode out of the Blue Dome Fort. He saw that his walking speed was not fast, but all the pedestrians on the streets of Tabriz seemed to slow down, and when they noticed something, they turned their heads to look. , but only felt a yellow shadow flashing in front of him, and a breeze with a touch of sandalwood blew his face away.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Qingxuan was in the west city of Tabriz. This is the largest dome temple of the Tianfang Sect in the city. After he entered, he walked out slowly again.

Lin Qingxuan tried to get the information he wanted from the Great Imam of the Dome of the Rock with only a few tricks, and while walking he thought: "The main sect of the Muer Cleansing Sect is in the Golden Dome Temple in Jerusalem, and the Persian Ming sect and Zoroastrianism have merged. Their main altar is in the old city of Yazd, more than two thousand miles southeast of Tabriz.

As the old saying goes, a monk can’t escape from the temple. The three major sects know how powerful they are when they do something. I’m afraid I’m worried about revenge from me and the Quanzhen sect. After all, I have to go back to the main altar and set up a net. Hehe, I’ll go to Yazd first. After a walk, visit the Holy Mountain in Mecca or see the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. "

Lin Qingxuan was wearing a spotless apricot and yellow robe, not wearing a sword and whisk, and walked towards the southeast with empty hands.

Every time I went to a teahouse and restaurant to simply eat some rough food, Lin Qingxuan had already mastered the linguistics of all parts of the Western Regions by relying on Tianyanjing. Knowing a lot, seeing that Lin Qingxuan also rubbed his chest and bowed in salute, he said awkwardly in Chinese, "Good sir."

Lin Qingxuan politely returned the salutes one by one. When a bearded businessman asked about his identity and where he was going, Lin Qingxuan did not hide his identity and purpose at all, and said lightly while drinking tea: "Poor Daoist Quanzhen Sect Lin Qingxuan, this time I came from the south for nothing else, just to go to the old city of Yazd."

Everyone in the restaurant looked at each other in dismay and did not dare to answer. After a while, they hurriedly stepped forward and bowed to salute, and shouted, "It turns out that the national teacher is the true monarch."

The bearded man who asked the question got up and smiled and said: "The old city of Yazd is two thousand miles away, how can the real master of the country walk there? Isn't it coming next year? Why don't I send you a camel, Ali? "

Lin Qingxuan shook his head lightly, and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but it's just that although the poor man's legs are not very fast, he will be able to arrive at Yazd within five days, but there is no need to spend money."

Seeing that Lin Qingxuan, the great Mongolian national teacher, was polite, the bearded man asked boldly: "I heard that the Taoist priests of Quanzhen are not going to preach in Tabriz? Xianchang Jun, how do you go to the old city of Yazd? It is the main altar and holy place of Mingjiao and Zoroastrianism, and it is not a good place for preaching."

Lin Qingxuan put down the teacup, left two knight faers copper coins, and got up and said, "Pindao went to Yazd not to preach, but to destroy the two religions, everyone, take it easy."

Everyone got up and hurriedly bowed and returned the salute. After Lin Qingxuan left the door, he came back to his senses. The bearded man exclaimed, "The two sects have been destroyed? Which two sects?"

The owner of the restaurant flipped two copper plates and said, "Worship Zoroastrianism and Mingjiao."

"He's alone? Isn't he a lunatic? There are countless mages with magic in the two holy sects. Is he crazy..."

"I think I also heard that each of the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings of the Ming Sect can subdue the lion and fly to the sky to capture the eagle..."

Beard had been taken care of by Master Quanzhen on the Silk Road last year. His heart sank. He was worried that the National Teacher Zhenjun would die in vain. A piece of wind and sand, mountains, rocks and plants everywhere, where is the long-bearded national teacher real person?

Lin Qingxuan said that he was going to destroy the Ming Sect and the Fire Worship Sect. In fact, he was not in a hurry. If he did everything he could, he would be able to arrive in three days at the most. Jun is already on the way, so that they can invite good players.

The big and small demons gathered in the holy fire temple in the city, so that they could destroy the two sects once and for all, so that they would no longer be able to disturb the Quanzhen disciples who dealt with the Western Regions in the future.

Lin Qingxuan stopped and walked all the way. When it was time to eat, he went into the city or into the village to have a simple meal. When it was time to rest, he either stayed at someone's house or slept on a tree branch.

Three days later, I arrived at a desert full of salt grains. Unlike other places, there are mountains everywhere. There are deserts in a radius of hundreds of miles, and the air is much hotter than in the north.

From a distance, it looks like the desert is covered with white sand because it is mixed with salt grains.

Lin Qingxuan did not invade in the cold and heat, even after walking in the hot desert for several hours without sweating, turning around an oasis, Lin Qingxuan was about to rest for a while, when suddenly there was a sound of bowstrings in the distance, and then hundreds of sharp arrows fell.

Lin Qingxuan gently flicked his sleeves, a gust of cold wind and white smoke floated, and the approaching rain of arrows fell, as if hitting an invisible wall of air.

Hundreds of warriors in white robes rushed out of the bushes, and they all rushed forward with their long knives, shouting, "The sect leader has a life, kill the Qingxuan Zhenjun!"

These warriors are all armed with martial arts and are obviously elite disciples of Ming Sect and Fire Worship Sect, but they rushed in front of Lin Qingxuan. Broken bones, broken bones, dead and wounded.

Lin Qingxuan shot the most powerful "Yinglong Hehua" with three palms in a row. His majestic palms sent dozens of people flying, and the remaining people had not filled the vacancies. Each of the white-robed disciples was hit by Lin Qingxuan's fluttering palm, and his five internal organs were shattered to death.

After a while, Lin Qingxuan walked out of the oasis, although his Taoist robe was still spotless, but behind him lay the corpses of Ming Sect disciples all the way.

After another two days, Lin Qingxuan crossed a mountain pass and stood in front of the old city of Yazd between the two mountains. This old city built of loess and yellowstone was not big, but the city gate was tightly closed.

In the past two days, Lin Qingxuan traveled more than 1000 miles, killing countless martial arts masters from the Western Regions along the way.

The closer you get to the old city of Yazd, the frequency begins to increase. Everywhere you go, you will encounter Ming disciples and Zoroastrian disciples who kill you. Some hundreds of people are besieging and attacking with swords, bows and crossbows. The movement skills are superb, the martial arts strange master poisoning assassination and so on.

Lin Qingxuan was still walking slowly all the way. Whether he appointed an ordinary disciple or a black-clothed scripture teacher with superb martial arts, the Three Envoys of Fengyunyue, etc., in front of Lin Qingxuan, it was just one palm and one death.

Due to the heavy casualties of the disciples of the two sects, they could not stop Lin Qingxuan's footsteps. When Lin Qingxuan traveled south yesterday, he did not encounter a disciple of the Ming sect or the disciple of the Fire Worship sect who blocked or assassinated him. He knew that all the remaining disciples of the two sects would be Dharma Kings. The messengers are waiting for their arrival at the Holy Fire Temple.

"Da Da", Lin Qingxuan walked to the old city gate and wiped the gravel and soil lightly with his feet on the ground. Seeing that the iron-clad gate weighed [-] catties and was blocked, there must be countless disciples of the two sects in ambush above the city wall. While he was flying over the city wall with a hidden bow and crossbow, although his martial arts had already reached the realm of transformation, he couldn't dodge in mid-air, so he didn't have to take that risk.

Lin Qingxuan activated Tianyanjing and glanced at the door, and knew that it would take more than ten palms of his hands to break open the door with all his strength.

However, Lin Qingxuan now possesses the best Taoist skills, and he doesn't have to work too hard to break open the door.

As soon as his mind moved, Lin Qingxuan put his hands on the door, and then the black water real method came out, and the yin and cold real qi poured into the door with the magic method, and the huge iron door instantly condensed on Lin Qingxuan's hands. Frost came out, and based on this point, it quickly spread around.

But within a dozen or so breaths, the huge iron door as high as [-] feet was attached to this layer of frost, and it exuded a bone-chilling cold air.

After Lin Qingxuan retracted his palms, he put on the Fen Jue Mind Technique, took a deep breath, and patted both hands flat. The endless hot force of the sun penetrated the gate. Under the blessing of extreme cold and extreme heat, the iron gate made an embarrassing squeak. Voice.

Lin Qingxuan stepped back half a step, and pushed out his hands on his chest, and the eight-fold to strong force of the eight extreme collapses hit the door.

The eighth-level ultimate strength is like eight Ouyang Fengs launching toad art, or eight Hong Qigong shooting Kanglong with regrets, the power has reached the peak of the world's martial arts, and even a [-]-pound boulder can be punched in front of him. push away.

The sudden change of the door from the extreme cold to the heat was already like shattered glass. Facing Lin Qingxuan's endless and extreme force, he was suddenly embarrassed and shattered into a big hole with a radius of ten feet.

The mountains of rocks behind the gate were also pushed back by the giant force, instantly crushing the dozens of Ming Sect disciples who were waiting behind the gate into patties, and nearly a hundred disciples were beaten to death by non-gravel stones, crying The sound of pain and pain suddenly rang out, suppressing the morale of the disciples of the two sects who were already very afraid of Lin Qingxuan by three points.

Thousands of disciples of Ming Sect and Fire Worship Sect who were waiting in the city saw the doorway as if it had exploded with explosives from the Middle Earth. Not only were large and small flying stones smashed to death and injured hundreds of disciples, but the originally blocked doorway was also emptied. I was terrified in my heart, and I didn't know what kind of huge monster it would be when they entered the city.

"Tap..."

Since all the disciples of the Ming Sect were terrified, no one dared to make a sound, even those with broken arms, broken legs, and serious injuries gritted their teeth and desperately looked at the door.

A very slight footstep approached little by little, it was silent, but at this quiet moment when even breathing and heartbeat could be heard, the footsteps in the cave were like a heavy drum and a hammer. It rang out in the hearts of the Ming Sect disciples in the city, and the little bit of courage they had left became less and less.

As the footsteps approached, a long-bearded Taoist man in an apricot robe walked out and stood under the scorching sun.

This Taoist had a pale yellow complexion, wore a crown of primordial origin, beard and hair like lacquer, and three strands of beard were about half a foot long. Although his eyes were as bright as gems, their brilliance was not dazzling.

Thousands of disciples of the two sects in the city were heartbroken when they saw Lin Qingxuan's appearance. Half of them didn't believe that this man who was born out of dust and immortality could be more terrifying than that demon. He killed more than 300 disciples of our sect within a few days. But thinking of the many rumors about Zhenjun Qingxuan from Zhongtu, such as the number one master in the world in Zhongtu, the immortal descended from the earth, waved down the thunder of heaven and fire, and had the art of immortality, etc. I really thought that Zhenjun Qingxuan descended from a god.

Lin Qingxuan watched as the small city was closed, and the streets were full of disciples of the two sects in white clothes. Seeing that their martial arts were not very good, Lin Qingxuan knew that leaving their lives would not hurt Quanzhen Sect at all, so he couldn't bear it. Killing in vain, he said solemnly: "You wait for the Ming Cult and the Fire Worship Cult to kill my Quanzhen disciples and destroy my Yuqing Palace. Although the poor Daoist is unwilling to open the killing ring, but he waits and pushes him again and again. To do good deeds of slaying demons and eradicating demons, only kill the big devil who presides over evil, and you wait for the younger generation to retire quickly, you don’t have to die in vain!”

Lin Qingxuan's remarks were in Persian, and his voice was not loud, but he sent it clearly into the ears of thousands of people in the city.

After listening to Lin Qingxuan's words, many disciples took a step back subconsciously, but a strange sound of chanting suddenly came from an ancient temple in the center of the city.

"Don't be imprisoned and bound...don't let yourself be free...the other greedy demon is imprisoned in the bone city with pure air..."

The sound of chanting chanting sounded from the ancient temple in the distance, and the expressions of the white-clothed disciples all over the city also changed. .

Lin Qingxuan sighed slightly, and said: "It really is a religion of demons. A good religion persuades people to be kind and have compassion in their hearts, to care for others, and will never lead believers to devote themselves to the religion. Your religions regard believers as sharp-edged weapons, killing life and venting. The evil deeds of thinking must not be left behind..."

When Lin Qingxuan started to speak, he turned into a light yellow shadow. Every time he uttered a word, a Ming Cult disciple or a Fire Worship Cult disciple dropped his sword and suddenly sat on the ground. The sound resounded clearly in the city, suppressing thousands of people chanting the scriptures in unison.

For a while, the sound of chanting, Lin Qingxuan's words, and the clang of the white-robed disciples' swords were mixed together for a while, but because Lin Qingxuan's voice was the loudest, the sound of swords falling was continuous, and the chanting was because of The white-robed disciple was knocked down and gradually became smaller, and it seemed that the three voices were clearly layered, and at the same time, they could clearly ride the boat as in the ears of everyone in the city.

The clanging sound of the falling weapons kept spreading towards the temple in the city, like a chariot galloping with an iron chain.

Lin Qingxuan kept rushing forward all the way, and all the people who blocked him were knocked down with weapons and knocked to the ground. After taking him into the ancient temple painted with blue and red patterns, he just said something. After that, when he stepped on the blanket in the temple hall, he stopped, the sound of falling weapons stopped, and the sound of chanting stopped abruptly.

All the sounds disappeared in an instant, leaving only complete silence, which made people feel illusory.

Behind the main hall is a huge golden chalice. The flaming flame is burning in the cup, which illuminates the temple as bright as day. The air is filled with the strange fragrance released by burning oils and spices, which has the effect of calming the air.

There were more than ten people sitting cross-legged on the blanket in front of the Holy Grail. Although Lin Qingxuan did not know each other, he guessed that the two in the middle were the leader of the Ming sect, Ayimu, and the leader of the Zoroastrian sect, Aneja. There were twelve white beards around them. An elderly man who is more than three feet long, Bacheng is the king of the Twelve Treasure Trees.

Beside Aneja were five people in black robes, four of whom were very old, and one was a graceful woman who was Pan Taiya, the saint of Zoroastrianism that Lin Qingxuan had caught.

Lin Qingxuan thought that Pan Taiya had already died from the burning of the palm of the sky, but she didn't expect that her face was rosy and she could breathe freely, she seemed to have eliminated the palm force of the most yang and hot in her body, which was really unexpected.

(End of this chapter)