Chapter 383: Opportunity is born, the Holy Soldier escorts

After walking more than three miles, Zhou Jing suddenly reported: "Your Highness, a light column appeared in front, and many people gathered together. It seems that they have discovered a treasure!"

Huang Jiulong's eyes lit up immediately.

Suddenly, the curtain was pulled open, and Su Changge's voice came out: "Go and get it for me."

Huang Jiulong raised his eyelids coldly!

No! That opportunity is mine!

The beautiful woman and the car were taken by Xiao Ming, this opportunity must not be taken...

As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Jing had already made a sound, like an arrow from a string, and fled rapidly towards the direction of the light column.

Many masters hurriedly operated their cultivation and carried the sedan chair to fly over there quickly.

Huang Jiulong's heart sank, and he hurried to catch up.

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Ahead, sixty miles away.

A large number of cultivators were anxiously waiting in front of the light column, and everyone showed an impatient expression on their faces.

Once a treasure is born, a light column will appear in the sky. The position of the light column is the position of the treasure. When the light column dissipates, the treasure will be officially born. For this reason, many monks will come to the light column in advance to wait.

At present, the place is already full of people, three circles inside and three circles outside, with people in a sea of ​​people, layer upon layer, and no water can get through.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound, and the color of the light column darkened sharply.

"The treasure is about to be born!" A gray-robed Taoist's eyes lit up!

As his voice fell, the light column darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in just a few breaths it became transparent and disappeared!

Suddenly, a scripture appeared on the ground.

Simple and vast.

Rippling with the breath of ancient wilderness.

"Hahaha, the treasure is born!" The gray-robed Taoist laughed and immediately reached out to take it.

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, a sharp halberd slashed through the air.

"Crack..." A bloody palm was cut off.

"Ah——!" The gray-robed Taoist let out a heart-wrenching howl.

But soon, his misery was drowned in the crowd. Countless people rushed over, showing their magical powers and fighting to grab the treasure.

The scene became chaotic in an instant.

They fought for a long time, and a voice suddenly rang out.

"Stop!"

"The Yin-Yang Saint is here, those who don't want to die, get out of here!"

Immediately afterwards, a strong breath of the Martial Ancestor came, like the pressure of the Thai army, and soon descended on this area.

Everyone was stunned. When they saw who was coming, their faces changed immediately. They quickly stopped and knelt down, saying, "Greetings, His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

This was the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Saint. The highest among them was only the elder of an unknown sect. Even if the sect master was here, he had to bow to Zhou Jing with respect. How dare they be disrespectful?

The person who came was not someone else, but the Yin-Yang Saint Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing scanned the whole audience, snorted coldly, and then stepped forward to hold the Taoist scripture.

There were two powerful characters written on it: "The Great Arhat Fist".

"Is it the Buddhist Dharma?" Zhou Jing was overjoyed, thinking to himself: "I have heard that the Great Arhat Bodhisattva of Buddhism is extremely powerful. This Great Arhat Fist is enough to overturn a thousand-foot-high mountain with one punch!"

Many people looked at the scripture with regret, but under the pressure of Zhou Jing's powerful status, they dared not even fart.

At this moment, with a whoosh, the large army behind arrived.

"Your Highness!" Zhou Jing immediately half-knelt on the mountain, clasped his hands and said respectfully: "I have got the opportunity, please take a look."

Countless people around were stunned at once.

"No way, the son of the Yin-Yang Saint actually knelt down?"

"Oh my God, what's going on? Is the person in the sedan chair of great importance?"

"I'm not dazzled, who is in the sedan chair that makes the Yin-Yang Saint so respectful?"

"It's really shocking!"

Suddenly, an old man in the crowd said in a deep voice: "I recently heard that the Yin-Yang Saint sold his quasi-sacred weapon to the Qiankun Saint, but there has been no escort, and I am very worried about this. According to gossip, the Yin-Yang Saint had no choice but to ask the people of Taixuan Dao Sect. Could it be that the person in the sedan chair is the escort of the saint weapon?"

As soon as these words came out.

The surrounding area fell into silence!

Everyone breathed rapidly in an instant.

Taixuan Dao Sect!

This is a hidden sect!

As a hidden force, it rarely appears in the open, and this time they actually encountered it!

"It's an honor!" Someone was shaking with excitement.

Moreover, this person was escorted by a holy soldier, so how profound must his cultivation be?

"Terrible!"

"Strong!"

"Terrible!" For a moment, everyone looked sideways.

One after another, eyes of extreme surprise and admiration looked at the curtain of the sedan chair, looking forward to seeing this person from Taixuan Dao Sect!