With the help of the golden divine sea in his body, Mo Wenshuang hid his cultivation. Even so, he did not dare to get too close. He was afraid that the old man and the young man would find out.
After leaving Jilong City, an old man and a young man escaped with flying magic weapons. After waiting for a moment, Mo Wenshuang followed. After about the time it took for a stick of incense to be available, the figures of the two people in front disappeared.
In the middle of the woods.
He fell back to the ground far away and took a look into the woods.
"Leng Yue, can you go in and take a look?"
Although he can hide his cultivation, Mo Wenshuang still has a big target. If someone on the other side has cultivated the secret technique of spiritual consciousness, he may feel that something is wrong.
"I dont go!"
Leng Yue's very determined voice came from the spirit beast bag. Hearing this, Mo Wenshuang swallowed dryly. He now understood deeply what it meant to be a bully in a shop, and a bully in a slave.
Shaking his head helplessly, Mo Wenshuang had no choice but to stand in the distance and watch the movement in the woods. At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the woods, and many big trees were cut off by the waist, flying into the air, and
At the same time, two streams of light flew out from the forest, it was the old man and the young man.
However, the two people's faces were obviously full of fear and disbelief, and there was a stream of blood flowing from the corner of the old man's mouth, indicating that he must have been injured.
"Two rats, how dare you take advantage of this Buddha!"
With an angry shout, two figures emerged from the woods. It was the fat monk and the female nun in light yellow palace clothes who had been looking for him before.
While the monk was cursing, the fat on his face trembled, which looked really funny.
The pupils of Mo Wenshuang's eyes shrank sharply. Judging from all the signs just now, the fat monk seemed to have forced the old man and the young man back with just one move. They were both in the middle stage of the Divine Sea Realm.
Practitioners, don’t ask yourself. You will never be able to do it.
"Monk, the two of us just want to discuss the exercises with you, but you are so heavy-handed. Do you think we are really afraid of you?"
The old man, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, had a trace of anger on his face and pressed one hand on the storage bag.
"Discuss? Don't put it in such nice words. Isn't your master coveting the Kek Lok Temple's techniques from the 'Earth Escape Book'? Honey, please stand aside for now. Let me take care of these two people, and then we can
affectionate."
After saying something to the old man, the fat monk suddenly turned his head and said to the female cultivator in light yellow palace clothes next to him. The expression on his face changed rapidly, from anger to smile.
The female cultivator nodded charmingly, and then slowly retreated. At the same time, the fat monk put his hands together, and endless golden light surged out of his body. After several transformations, a three-foot-tall statue was actually formed on his body.
The phantom of the golden Buddha.
"Dharma image!"
When the old man and the young man saw this scene, their expressions immediately changed. The young cultivator even exhaled loudly. Even Mo Wenshuang, who had been hiding in the distance, took a breath of cold air. He didn't want the fat monk to be in God's presence.
Hai Jing has cultivated the Dharma. Although it is just a phantom, its power is not weak. It seems that most of the exercises practiced by the opponent may come from the Earth Escape Book!
"Amitabha!"
The fat monk chanted the Buddha's name loudly, and then muttered some words.
"Washing itchy, every Yangyang, Lanyangyang, Hongtailang, Huitailang..."
Following the sound of this mantra, the phantom of the golden Buddha on his body suddenly raised an arm and grabbed the old man in the sky.
Under the golden light, the arm moving through the void seems to be as light as a feather, but in fact it is dangerous.
"Let's go!"
When the old man saw it, his face turned livid. After saying something to the young man beside him, he turned around and tried to run away.
"kill!"
The fat on the face of the fat monk swelled, and he suddenly spit out the word "kill". The moment he said the word "kill", the golden arm stretched out suddenly swelled, and the speed was like lightning. In the blink of an eye, a
The giant golden hand, which was only about ten feet long, shrouded the old man below.
His big hand reached down and caught the old man in his hand.
"Help...ah!~"
His face turned pale with fear. The old man only said one word, and his body was scratched by big golden hands. With a scream, blood mist filled the sky, and the pungent smell of blood was everywhere.
With just one blow, he killed the monk who was a little higher than himself. The monk's skills were really terrifying. Seeing this, the young man who also ran away was so frightened that he hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood.
A white magic spell was shot out with one hand, and it disappeared into the blood essence in a flash.
Following several transformations of the essence and blood, it turned into a flying sword with surging blood. The young monk flew up and jumped on the flying sword, and his speed suddenly became several times faster.
In a flash of blood, the person rushed out a hundred feet away in the blink of an eye. However, due to the use of blood essence to escape, the person's face instantly turned pale, and it looked like he was severely depleted of blood.
"Hehe! Blood Escape, it seems your master didn't teach you anything?"
The fat monk sneered and was about to chase after him, but at this moment, a dragon roar came from below the young monk, and then a blue dragon about ten feet long soared up. Without any precautions, he
He spit it out in one bite.
"Ah!~"
The screams came out, and the young monk died unexpectedly. He didn't even know who was responsible. The fat monk was slightly stunned. He looked towards the ground and saw a man about twenty years old, holding a
A long sword filled with moisture was slowly walking towards him.
The young man had an average appearance, but his eyes were very clear, as if he could see into people's hearts. This man was none other than Mo Wenshuang.
"Who are you?"
Although he helped him kill an enemy, the fat monk did not have a good impression of Mo Wenshuang. The golden Buddha statue on his body flashed violently, and the dazzling golden light was like a sun.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't get me wrong. I am a disciple of the Imperial Palace. I passed by this place accidentally and heard that my fellow Taoist is a senior monk from Jile Temple, so I took action."
With a faint smile on his face, Mo Wenshuang said calmly. As soon as he heard the words "Human Palace", the fat monk's solemn expression softened a little, and soon the shadow of the Dharma on his body faded and finally disappeared.
"It turns out to be a fellow Taoist from Renhuang Palace. The poor monk was offended just now."
Seeing that the monk's hostility towards him had completely disappeared, Mo Wenshuang came to him.
"May I ask the master's name, why are these two people your enemies?"
"What kind of senior brother and poor monk is called a drunkard? As for these two people, it's a long story. They are the disciples of a rebellious monk from the Kek Lok Temple."
"Wine...meat!"
Mo Wenshuang's chin almost hit his feet. This Buddhist title was really worthy of what the fat monk had done. However, the words behind the meat-and-potatoes monk made his heart move, traitorous monk? Could it be that Jile Temple also had Sikong of Ruren Imperial Palace?
A star-struck character?
"Hey, everyone who hears the Poor Monk's name for the first time has this reaction. You just get used to it. But I also want to thank fellow Taoist for taking action this time. May I ask your surname?"
"There is no need to mention my name. If we are destined, we will meet again in the future."
With a chuckle, Mo Wenshuang turned around and said these words, and left in a hurry. Looking at Mo Wenshuang's retreating back, the fair-weather monk was in a daze for a long time.
"Why are you in a daze? Take me to Kek Lok Temple quickly."
The female cultivator in light yellow palace clothes behind the monk hugged the monk's arm like a piece of dog skin plaster. The monk grinned bitterly, then took out the flying magic weapon, and the two of them fled far away.