Chapter 497 (2/2)

As for Ma Yuan, he doesn't care. This guy is really cruel. Let's go on the list!

Blood cloud chased Puxian and soon came to a high mountain.

Ma Yuan is the real fairyland mana after all, and his speed is much faster than that of immortal Puxian, and the distance between them is getting closer with the pursuit.

Seeing less than ten feet, Ma Yuan in the blood cloud appeared and smiled grimly. Puxian shouted in his heart that my life was over

Sudden change!

”Don't panic, martial uncle Puxian. I'll help you subdue this evil way!”

Ma Yuan's belly suddenly heard Yang Jian's voice.

Ma Yuan was surprised, but without reaction, he suddenly screamed and fell from the sky.

After he landed, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and the beads of bean sized sweat rolled down from his forehead. He rolled on the ground with his stomach in his hands and screamed, ”it hurts me, ah...”

”Huh?” Seeing this situation, immortal Puxian was overjoyed and fell from the sky and said tentatively, ”Yang Jian, is that you?”

”Martial uncle, it's me.”

Yang Jian said with a smile, ”this evil way is ferocious and inhumane. He dares to cut people's stomach and gouge out their hearts to eat, but he doesn't know that the disciple has eight or nine Xuangong changes. Martial uncle, it will kill him quickly so that more people won't be poisoned by him.”

”Good!” Immortal Puxian held his sword in his hand, and suddenly became heroic. Staring at the rolling Ma Yuan, he was about to have a sword result.

”The twelve immortals are really lucky.”

Lu Chuan, who turned into a goldfinch in the air, said in his heart.

He who doesn't know is fearless, but on the contrary, he knows too much, so he is afraid in his heart.

Ma Yuan is the kind of person who doesn't know and is fearless. He just took his sword and cut twelve immortals. He really dares to kill.

If Yang Jian hadn't intervened, he would be sure that Ma Yuan would have bad luck after catching up with immortal Puxian.

But now that he can't die, he will kill instead.

This is luck.

People with strong fortune can turn good luck into good luck every time.

The lucky weak

It's estimated that it would be almost explained once.

Seeing that Ma Yuan was going to die, suddenly a voice came from the sky:

”Taoist friend, keep people under the sword!”

Immortal Puxian looked back and saw a Taoist with a branch in his arms and a bun on his head walking on the clouds.

Lu Chuan's eyes moved: ”zhunti? Why is he here? ”

The visitor is zhunti, one of the two saints in the West.

”Who is the Taoist friend? I don't know what to teach here?”

Immortal Puxian was surprised that zhunti's Taoist robe and dress were very different from the East, which surprised him.

”It's normal for Taoist friends not to know the poor Tao. The poor Tao is not from the East, but from the West.”

Zhunti said with a smile: ”Taoist friend, this Taoist friend Ma Yuan has deep roots and is destined to the west, so I want to ask Taoist friend for a thin face and keep him alive?”

”How heavy is this product?”

Lu Chuan's lips are turned away in his heart, which should be deeply rooted. Isn't he a saint?

In the final analysis, he thought that the mention was just to see that Ma Yuan was a Taoist priest.

A true immortal level master!

Immortal Puxian was pleasantly surprised and said, ”I've heard a lot about the Western Dharma. The lotus is showing its appearance and the relic Yuanguang. It turns out that the Western leader has arrived.”

”You're welcome!”

Zhunti smiled and said softly, ”but I've heard the name of the twelve immortals. How can I see a Taoist friend today... The state falls and the Taoist line is seriously damaged!”

Immortal Puxian smiled bitterly and shook his head: ”it's really a disaster for our generation!”

Then he told the story of the ten Jue array.

”Oh, I see.”

After hearing this, zhunti glanced at the sky, looked at Ma Yuan's stomach, smiled and said a word.

After hearing this, Puxian hesitated.

Zhunti said something, and then immortal Puxian made a solemn first salute to zhunti with joy on his face.

”What's going on?”

Lu Chuan looked down and felt wrong: ”what were they talking about just now? Why didn't they make a sound?”

He didn't think he could hide it from zhunti.

It's just that I can't hear you in front of me. It's hard not to think there's a ghost in it.

What's more, he also knew that after the canonization, Manjusri, sages, Tzu hang and the fear of leaving their grandchildren ran to the West.

Ask Yang Jian later. Lu Chuan thought.

Then he saw zhunti's index finger shining and nodded in the center of immortal Puxian's eyebrow.

Then zhunti asked Ma Yuan with a smile, ”Taoist friends have a fate with me in the West. Why don't you follow me to the west to talk about the three times Dharma by the bade pool. You can be free and carefree under the seven treasure forest. Do you think so?”

Ma Yuantong wants to be immortal and die. He wants to curse people. How dare he say it?

Hurriedly said: ”good, good, good!”

Zhunti looked at Puxian. Immortal Puxian said, ”Yang Jian, come out!”

”Open your mouth!”

Ma Yuan quickly opened his mouth. A white light floated out of his mouth and fell to the ground and became Yang Jian.

Yang Jian glanced at zhunti and immortal Puxian, and a trace of doubt flashed at the bottom of his eyes.

”Good, good...”

Zhunti looked at the young and heroic Yang Jian, gently nodded, and a glimmer of appreciation flashed across the bottom of his eyes.

Unfortunately, this is an outstanding disciple favored by the emperor at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty.

”It's rare to have such accomplishments and magical powers at such a young age.”

The zhunti Taoist smiled and said, ”thank you this time, Puxian Taoist friends. Goodbye. I took Ma Yuan to the West!”

Puxian nodded.

Zhunti took Ma Yuan to the West.

Yang Jian looked at Puxian with a happy look between his eyebrows and eyes. He wanted to ask something, but he finally endured it.

”Yang Jian, Ma Yuan has been solved. I'm going back to the mountain to practice now.”

Immortal Puxian said, ”go to Xiqi and recover your life!”

Yang Jian took a deep look at Puxian and said, ”take care, martial uncle.”