The young monk was busy dealing with Danhou and Ying Qingqing. The woman in white suddenly arrived without any warning and suddenly hit his chest.

The huge power, without much effort, blasted away the young monk's protective energy.

The fourteenth level, a master at the level of ecstasy!

The young monk was shocked and felt a cold and sharp force attacking his body.

If the power of Dan Queen and Ying Qingqing poses a threat to him, but it is within the control range, if the woman in white hits her palm, he will be seriously injured even if she doesn't die.

Fortunately, a palm appeared on his vest.

The sharp power that attacked his body was instantly transferred to this palm.

The young monk looked ashamed: "Master..."

An old monk walked out from behind and looked at the opposite side.

The woman in white failed to achieve success with one palm, her expression was calm and her emotions seemed to be unaffected. She looked at the old monk seriously.

"In the Kung Fu of the Taiyin True Sutra, is the female donor from the ancient divine religion?" asked the old monk.

The woman in white voice was cold: "No."

The old monk said, "Why did the female donor come from?"

"You killed a man named Yan Zhao, and it was my uncle."

The woman in white is the Empress Yan Mingkong.

The old monk looked up and down at her and nodded: "It seems that there is no way, I can only use the real seal under my command."

The young monk retreated silently.

However, since his master was about to take action, he no longer paid attention to Yan Mingkong's movements, nor was he worried that the other party would cause trouble for him.

At this moment, he put his attention back on Danhou and Ying Qingqing.

The old monk and Yan Mingkong are both paying attention to each other at the moment.

A dark big Buddha appeared above the former head, and his body seemed to be several circles smaller than the big Buddha that was revealed by the young monk's previous palm.

But whether it is Yan Mingkong, Danhou and Ying Qingqing, it can be clearly felt that this old monk is much better than the young monk.

However, Yan Mingkong was completely unmoved.

Her body was shrouded in a silvery light of a full moon.

As the moonlight changes, there are strange phenomena in the vast starry sky. At the same time, the scenery of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers rises and falls, the joys and sorrows of human beings, and there are also demon Buddha purgatory.

A silver moon, like eternity, reflects all kinds of scenes.

Compared to her previous experience in the thirteenth realm, she is now more integrated with what she has learned, and all dharmas are integrated and have their own characteristics and orderly.

The dark Buddha faces the silver moonlight far away over the snowy plateau.

Before we started to do it, the plateau was already surging and the weather changed.

The plateau, mountains, rivers and land even began to turmoil.

When the two sides officially fought, the world here seemed to be in an upside down.

A similar feeling is that people on the snowy plateau had just experienced it once about a month ago.

And now, it seems that the noise is even greater than that.

When the old monk officially fought with Yan Mingkong, the young monk completely felt relieved.

Although the woman in white is powerful, she will not be her master's opponent.

Thinking of this, the young monk rushed towards Danhou and Ying Qingqing again.

The two girls had no choice but to escape again, and didn't care about the movements on Yan Mingkong anymore.

The young monk beat the queen of the elixir with one palm and vomited blood again.

The queen took a deep breath and took a pill. The speed increased a little, and she took Ying Qingqing to drive it twice quickly.

The young monk was about to chase after him, suddenly his expression changed again.

He turned around in surprise and saw a terrifying cold air suddenly appearing in the silver moon in the sky.

With the sword intent, the silver moon seemed to turn into the gate of the underworld, and it opened with a loud bang, and endless cold and cold murderous intent rushed out of it.

For a moment, the young monk actually shook his faith in his master.

After reaching the 14th realm, the empress's Netherworld Divine Edge became more and more fierce.

The two sides launched a war on the snowy plateau, not knowing how many mountains are flattened or how many rift valleys are created.

The young monk retreated far away and dared not approach him.

The momentum of the two of them gave people the feeling that if they continued to fight like this, the entire plateau might be flattened by them.

The enemy is so strong that it is beyond expectations, and the young monks dare not pursue Danhou and Ying Qingqing again at this moment.

He was nervously watching the battle outside and ready to pick up the old monk at any time.

In the shocking world, you can see blood flashing in the silver moon.

The young monk frowned.

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to shake.

With the strength of this young monk, Wudi, he was shaken and unstable.

I saw in the air, it seemed as if the whole world had become a piece of painted paper.

Then the center of the paper was torn apart, breaking a huge crack.

However, the next moment, the cracks closed again.

The scene between heaven and earth has also returned to normal.

It seemed as if everything was an illusion just now.

The war also ended.

The young monk hurriedly stepped forward.

I saw the old monk standing in the void, with a serious expression and meditating and silent.

The young monk came behind him and stood silently with his hands down.

After a while, the old monk murmured: "There are such people in the ancient gods..."

He spoke, and the young monk said, "Master, have you won?"

"No, it's not a victory." The old monk said, "I'm a fool and used the aid of a strange treasure to trick her into the gap in the void. But with her cultivation strength, there should be no problem. However, if you want to return here, it depends on her luck."

The young monk asked, "Master, what's going on with her swordsmanship?"

"That's the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld!" The old monk looked serious.

The young monk was stunned: "The Twelve Swords of the Netherworld, isn't that Huangquan Martial Arts? How could there be here?"

"It is not the real Twelve Swords of the Netherworld, but it has already had the prototype of the sword intent. Perhaps she accidentally obtained the incomplete inheritance, or perhaps she had realized it herself." The old monk said.

The young monk frowned: "I understand it myself..."

"Although I think it's impossible for me to be a master, I can't completely rule out this possibility." The old monk said, "It can be seen in just a few moves that this woman has a high talent and understanding, which is really amazing."

The young monk asked, "Master, is her red sword light a sword inherited from the Blood River lineage?"

"Yes, she has a sword from the Blood River lineage." The old monk said: "This woman is too abnormal, so she has to do it with caution when she is a teacher."

The young monk put his palms together and said, "Master, should we tell the master?"

"It's just the ancient gods and the Blood River lineage, but things may involve the Twelve Swords of the Netherworld, so I'm afraid I have to say it." The old monk said.

The young monk looked regretful: "I finally found such a world and thought I could take it for myself, but who would have thought there would be so many things here?"

The old monk said lightly: "Do what you can, and you won't be able to chew too much."

The young monk lowered his head: "What Master taught me is, should I just go directly to question the ancient gods and the Blood River lineage?"

"Let your senior brother make a decision." The old monk said: "Our pace here will slow down slightly. There are many talented people in this world, so you should be more careful."

The young monk understood the gods and put his palms together and said, "Disciple understands that this woman is so cultivating, but she is not the person in charge of the ancient gods' branches here. Then the person in charge of the ancient gods' here will not be weaker than that woman."

The old monk asked, "What's going on with the other two women?"

The young monk replied: "Although one is Emperor Wu, there is nothing special about it. It is another King Wu of the twelfth realm. His sword technique seems to come from the Tianhe lineage's Tianjian Book. The disciples will catch them now."

The old monk glanced at the other party's arm that was injured by the queen of the elixir.

The young monk hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Master, I'm fine."

"Go, be careful." The old monk nodded.

"Yes, Master." The young monk said with his palms folded together, then turned around and chased him in the direction where Danhou and Ying Qingqing escaped.

At this moment, Ying Qingqing was moving on the plateau as fast as possible with her elixir on her back.

Queen Dan lay on her back, her face looking normal.
To be continued...