Buddha is the Tao

Even if Zhou Qing's magical power was ten times greater, he would not know that he had become an antique of an old senior. He took a quick look at the woman in front of him named Seven-Color Fairy. She had willow-shaped eyebrows and a beautiful face. She wore a noble and elegant palace dress and a fiery red phoenix hairpin in her hair. There was a slight fluctuation of fire elemental energy. She was actually carved from the finest fire jade. From time to time, colorful glass Buddha light flashed all over her body. Zhou Qing knew that it was the phenomenon of the Seven-Colored Relic Treasure Tower being refined and integrated into the true essence. Although there was no physical body and magic weapon, it could still play 60% to 70% of its magical effect, and its power was also extraordinary.

When the Seven-Colored Fairy saw Zhou Qing looking at her, her face slightly blushed, and she spat in her heart: "Could this old ghost be a lecher? Is there no good intention in saving me?" The Seven-Colored Fairy had already determined that Zhou Qing was an old ghost who was hundreds of years old, but he was just a man of profound Taoism and had regained his youth. This was no wonder. Even if he had been practicing Taoism and taking elixirs since his mother's womb, it would be impossible for him to reach the state of returning to the void at this age. It was not surprising that the Seven-Colored Fairy misunderstood.

Zhou Qing flicked his feathered sleeves, and the starlight scattered, showing the demeanor of a sect master: "These five scattered people originally came for our sect, and our sect naturally cannot stand idly by. This is our responsibility, and you are polite, fairy!" He spoke in an old-fashioned manner, which further confirmed the Seven-Colored Fairy's thoughts.

While Zhou Qing was talking, he was not idle. His powerful divine thoughts intertwined into an overwhelming web, monitoring the every move of the five scattered people. The centipede was stiff but not dead. Moreover, these five people were only injured in vitality, not seriously, and they still had the strength to fight. These five scattered people were obviously specializing in sneak attacks and hitting with clubs. Zhou Qing naturally had to be on guard. The divine thoughts that were like substance were interspersed back and forth while Zhou Qing was talking. The five scattered people and the seven-colored fairy were not rookies, so they naturally felt it. One by one, they were speechless by Zhou Qing's all-powerful means.

The five scattered people each guarded one side, and the magic weapons came out together. Zhen Ling held a ruler that was more than a foot long, with clouds floating on it. Zhen Guang held a pair of white jade hooks, emitting cold light. Zhenkong held a whisk, and the snow-white filaments emitted a bright light. The whisk handle shone silver, as if it was made of silver. However, Zhou Qing could tell at a glance that it was a kind of meteorite iron, which was harder than Taiyi Jingjin, and the effect of storing true essence was far better than jade. It was a first-class training material. The bright whisk filaments were not ordinary products either, but the silk spit out by ice silkworms living under the eternal black ice at the North and South Poles or thousands of feet high mountains. It was cold, contained the elite of sunflower water, and was extremely tough, and could not be hurt by swords, thunder and fire. Ancient Taoists often used it to make Taoist robes and vestments, and added magic power to it, which became a defensive treasure. I don't know where Zhen Guang got this little from, but it's far from enough to make a Taoist robe, so he had to make it into a whisk. When he waved it against the enemy, the cold air transformed by the elite of Kuishui would scatter everywhere, and the flying swords of inferior quality would freeze and crack at the touch. The power was also very strong. Huiyun and Huihai were standing on the purple gold lotus platform, holding a pair of golden razors, which were simple in shape and dim in brilliance. There were dense spells on the golden razors, but they were simple and ingenious Tantric instruments. I don't know if the two stole them from the Potala Palace.

The five people formed a defensive formation, staring at Zhou Qing, not daring to relax. Zhou Qing's all-pervasive divine consciousness was also isolated outside the formation, but Zhou Qing had no intention of killing the five people. Not to mention that the magic weapons of the five scattered people were not ordinary items, although they were far inferior to the Seven-Colored Relics Treasure Tower of the Seven-Colored Fairy. Except for the golden treasures of the two barbarian monks Huiyun and Huihai, the magic weapons in the hands of the three Taoists were obviously refined by the Yuanshen, and they were handy to use and could fully play their role. Although Zhou Qing was not afraid of the five masters in the middle stage of the transformation of the spirit fighting for their lives, he was afraid that he would suffer more or less in the counterattack of the five people before their death, and injuries were inevitable. What's more, Zhou Qing had other plans.

"Die, you thief!" A shuttle-shaped glow came quickly from the sky, and in the blink of an eye it reached the top of everyone's head. The shuttle-shaped glow split in the wind and turned into an all-encompassing light net that covered the five people. The Seven-Colored Fairy was shocked and shouted, "Sister Xia! Don't do it!" The Seven-Colored Fairy saw that the light net even covered Zhou Qing. The Yunxia Fairy's Yunxia God-Destroying Shuttle was very powerful. Although Zhou Qing had profound skills, he could not guarantee that he would not be injured if he attacked it suddenly. If he angered the unpredictable Tiandao Sect leader, the matter would probably not end well. The Seven-Colored Fairy had no choice but to use the glass Buddha light of the Relic Treasure Tower to help Zhou Qing block the entanglement of the light net.

The five scattered people saw the light net transformed by the Yunxia Destroying God Shuttle covering their heads, which was extremely powerful, but they were not surprised but happy. The five people had encountered the Yunxia Destroying God Shuttle many times, so they naturally knew the power of this rare treasure. Huiyun and Huihai bit their tongues, and their blood spurted out. They sacrificed two golden raos. The ancient and dull golden raos suddenly became brilliant, and countless tiny spells emerged from the golden raos, turning into palm-sized golden distorted fonts. The distorted golden fonts broke through the air and met the light net transformed by the Yunxia Destroying God Shuttle.

Bang! Bang! Bang! There were continuous muffled sounds, and the golden distorted fonts hit the light net and shattered one after another. The momentum of the light net was also blocked. At the same time, Zhenkong and Zhenguang raised their hands and shot more than a dozen dark lines towards Zhou Qing and Qicai Fairy. Zhenling, like a magic trick, offered a banner that was more than a foot long, in a hazy green color, with Taiyi flying patterns painted on it. After waving it, green air appeared out of thin air and covered the five people tightly in the blink of an eye. The light net transformed by Yunxia Mie Shen Shuttle finally shattered all the golden distorted fonts and fell down, covering the group of clear air. Lightning and thunder immediately appeared in the light cover, fireballs smashed everywhere, and thousands of sharp swords transformed by the rosy clouds shot out in all directions. In an instant, the group of Qingqi was crushed to pieces, and the light net immediately dissipated. There was nothing there, and there was no human figure.

"Hmph! These thieves ran away again!" A figure on the horizon rushed over with a sword light.

The light net shone down, but Zhou Qing ignored it. Although the rosy clouds were powerful, they were blocked by the Seven-Colored Fairy's relic treasure tower, so Zhou Qing was left alone. He just paid attention to the black lines shot by Zhenkong and Zhenguang.

Zhou Qing's eyes were open long ago, and he could see clearly that these dozen black lines were dozens of iron-backed centipedes with bared fangs and claws. They were pitch black, like a piece of iron shell, five inches long, and their bean-sized eyes were full of fire, like two fire drills, but there was a slight blue light flashing between their mouths and claws, which was obviously a very poisonous creature.

A look of joy appeared on Zhou Qing's brows: "Great! These five scattered people from the Western Regions are really scared by me. They even released this kind of strange insect to bite people. I can just capture it. It will be a great help in the future!" Zhou Qing condensed his true energy, and his sleeves were like a piece of iron plate. He slashed the air at the dozen or so iron-backed centipedes that were coming at him aggressively. A dark crack was opened in the space, and the invisible suction force rolled the iron-backed centipedes into the crack, and the crack then closed, leaving no trace.