Somewhere on the street, two monks wearing cassocks appeared, with a harmonious face and looked solemn. They were Wuchen and Wuen, two monks from the Wu generation who had entered the world of Chanjue Temple. When the incompetent monk saw Ning Bugui and others' eyes, he immediately stared at the boss and said to Wuchen with a grievance: "Senior brother, you have to make the decision for me. Last time in Fengmingjian, Ning Bugui snatched my fire linguistics and relied on their power to humiliate our Chanjue Temple. You should teach him a lesson for me."
"Amitabha, junior brother, we have known this donor Ning for a long time. He is not that kind of person." Monk Wuchen said indifferently.
"Senior Brother! How can you help outsiders speak?" The incompetent monk squeezed his little eyes, showing his vulgar face, destroying his sacred expression. He pointed at Ling Haotian and said, "Look at that guy who looks as good as a woman, he attacked me. You can tell that he is not a good thing when he looks."
"Junior brother, you have violated the precepts. Monks will not lie. I see that the spiritual power fluctuations in this donor's body should be the cultivation level of the Concentration Mahayana that has just broken through the middle stage of Concentration. If you meet in Fengmingjian, he is not your opponent."
"But my senior brother, my fire Lingzhi was really taken away by them. I think my Chanjue Temple has always been intimate with them. They treat me like this. They clearly look down on our Chanjue Temple. You can't ignore it." People like Wuen Monk are the kind of guy who is afraid that the world will not be in chaos, and they want to find something to do whatever they say.
Monk Wuchen had no trouble on his face, "Junior brother, you have violated the precept of greed again. It seems that your practice is not enough. Besides, with your qualifications, it is not very useful for you to use this fire Ganoderma lucidum. It is better to hone your mind more."
The Wuneng Monk pointed at Qin Xiao and the others, and was noticed long ago. When Qin Xiao saw that it was Wuneng Monk, he immediately suffered a bad habit. He pointed at Wuneng Monk and laughed, "Haha, isn't this Master Wuneng? Why? What do you want to steal when you come here? That fire lingzhi is a good thing. Fortunately, the elder brother helped me grab it back last time, which made me imprisoned for less than three months."
"Senior brother, look, I'm right, right? Use your unique skills to deal with them hard." The incompetent monk jumped, making noise and jumping, and he didn't look like a monk at all.
"Master Wuchen!" Ning Buguiyi saw Monk Wuchen, and a trace of fierce fighting spirit flashed in his eyes.
"Amitabha! Donald, after a few years of separation, your cultivation has improved again. It seems that breaking through the realm of condensation is just around the corner."
"Master Wuchen is polite. It's better to meet me by chance than to invite me. Today I will let me learn about your skills in Chanjue Temple." The long sword behind Ning Bugui immediately flew out of the scabbard as he said and hanged in the air, making a series of light sounds.
Monk Wuchen's face was slightly stiff, "I would rather donate, monks should pay attention to peace of mind, and I don't have this intention."
"Ten years ago, on Junshan, we fought for a hundred moves and you left. Before we could decide the outcome, let us continue the unfinished battle today."
There seemed to be cold sweat on Monk Wuchen's forehead, "Myster Ning, I remember correctly, monk, you said the same thing five years ago."
Ning Bugui's face turned a little dark after hearing this, "Five years ago, the Battle of Bowangpo, you turned around and escape after a hundred moves. Today, if you dare to retreat after a hundred moves, I Ning Bugui will definitely chase you to the ends of the world."
Monk Wuchen looked bitter and sighed: "Master Ning, you are attached to the face. Monk, I am most afraid of trouble, why do you have to do this?"
"Senior brother, just fight him quickly. When did we have ever been afraid of who we were in Chanjue Temple?" Wuneng pushed Monk Wuchen behind his back.
"Please take the move!" Ning Bugui grabbed the sword in his hand, and rushed forward without waiting for Monk Wuchen to speak. Monk Wuchen was as slippery as a loach. If he didn't take action first, the monk would definitely say a lot of glossy words and then turn and leave. When the people around him saw that the two were going to fight here, they quickly retreated.
Ning Bugui's long sword headed towards the sky, and instantly slashed a brilliant sword energy. Monk Wuchen walked forward step by step, pinching the Tantric Dharma in his hand, and a peaceful voice suddenly appeared in the void. The central and peaceful Sanskrit sounded in the air, with infinite peace and compassion, just like a sea of rivers that enveloped everything. A string of golden Sanskrit flew into the void automatically. When it came into contact with the brilliant sword energy, a wave of seemingly appearing in the air. Looking around, the surrounding scenery seemed to be a little distorted.
The sword energy turned into stars in Sanskrit. When Monk Wuchen made a move, Ning Bugui's intention to fight was even better. His whole body suddenly showed his sword intent and went straight into the sky. A scorching red light suddenly appeared from the sword. Suddenly, it appeared in front of Monk Wuchen in a flash.
Monk Wuchen's right hand slashed in the void, and the cassock on his body suddenly flew into the air, spreading in the wind and growing bigger and bigger. The dense Sanskrit flashed with golden light on the cassock. Suddenly, a violent golden light burst out, shaking the meteor's lightning-like sword. In an instant, the cassock was still extinguished. The fiery red cassock became as if it was as flat as the heaven and earth. From a distance, there was a ray of red surroundings, surrounding Ning Bugui. Ning Bugui waved his hand, and the long sword immediately flew back to his hand, a little cold light flashed and rushed into the fiery red void.
The robe in Monk Wuchen's hand changed again, and the churning fiery red suddenly changed, and he actually wrapped Ning Bugui directly in the robe. With the magic trick in Monk Wuchen's hand, the robe became tighter and tighter. It was about to trap Ning Bugui inside. The cold light appeared again. The extremely domineering sword energy cut the robe with one sword. Ning Bugui's body quickly rotated in the void, burst out countless terrifying sword energy, tearing the fiery red void into pieces, falling into stars, falling to the ground and automatically combined together, turning back to the original robe, flying back to Monk Wuchen's body.
"Boom!"
A loud bang suddenly sounded, without any warning, but it turned out that the two of them had fought fiercely, affecting the shops on the street. Several shops collapsed automatically in this terrifying wave of air. For a moment, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and several people flew out of the shop.
"Hahahaha, I am really a high disciple of Chaoyang Sect and Chanjue Temple. Such a powerful thing makes Meier admire him." The woman full of charm appeared on the street. As soon as she appeared, she immediately attracted countless people's dullness. Many male cultivators were secretly drooling. She wore an ice-blue necklace around her snow-white neck, with a flashing ornament on it. When she looked closely, it turned out to be a poppy flower. The flower just fell on the gap in her chest, and swayed slightly on the towering curve as she walked.
Everyone looked at the flower with their eyes straightened. The Wumeng Monk even wiping his saliva while staring at the poppy flower. Qin Xiao glanced at the Wumeng Monk's cowardly appearance and ridiculed him repeatedly, "The carving has a faint fluctuation of spiritual power. It is a good magic weapon at first glance. You won't envy others, right?"
The incompetent monk actually admitted generously, "I am envious. That magic weapon is obviously not an ordinary person."
"There is a scum like you in Chanjue Temple."
The incompetent monk ignored Qin Xiao's sarcasm and continued to wipe his saliva, "Actually, monk, I am more envious of that magic weapon now."
"..." Qin Xiao was stunned and said even more shamelessly: "It makes sense, actually I think so too."
The charming woman was obviously used to people around her looking at her eyes, but didn't care. Instead, when she saw Ning Bufan who had been lowering her head and occasionally peeking at her quietly, she smirked and waved her hand at Ning Bufan, "Little brother, we're meeting again. If you want to see me, you can look generously, don't lower your head, I won't be angry."
Her voice was the same as hers, with an indescribable charm, which made the listener's bones Su Luo. Ning Bufan's face immediately turned red, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look at the charming woman at all.
The battle between Ning Bugui and Monk Wuchen was still fierce. Both of them didn't care about the charming woman who suddenly appeared. Ning Bugui took a step. He had only one step, but he appeared in front of Monk Wuchen in an instant. His fighting spirit was overwhelming, with long hair and wind behind him, and his whole body was beating with a trembling red light. The long sword in his hand instantly slashed out a sword. This sword seemed to come from the nine heavens and could not be stopped, and it seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell. With a strong evil spirit, he met the god and the god, and the Buddha.
Monk Wuchen was solemn in treasure, with golden light all over his body, and his hands quickly changed the seal. He suddenly shouted, "Nan, Wu, A, Mi, Tuo, Buddha!" Six large words with golden light flew into the void, carrying a central and peaceful aura of peace. Although the murderous intent was infinite, it seemed to carry infinite compassion. The six large words flew towards Ning Burong together.
"This monk is so powerful. It is said that this is the real killer move of Tianlong Fans singing." Ling Haotian looked at the words floating out of the void and said with a serious expression.
Qin Xiao said inexplicably: "Actually, what I am most strange about is the elder brother's three styles of Brahma. Didn't it mean the three styles? Why does it feel different every time you use them?"
Ling Haotian smiled and said, "I think the eldest brother has understood the new moves, but he just didn't tell us."
Ning Bufan came out of his head at this time. He grabbed his hair and recalled: "I remember before going down the mountain, I asked my elder brother for cultivation. At that time, the elder brother was standing on the roof and looking at the stars, and he kept saying that sparks were spreading, and it was unstoppable. It was probably this trick."
"Sparks of fire!" Everyone looked in the direction of the battle.
Six large golden words with infinite pressure were all aimed at Ning Bugui. The great pressure was like Mount Tai, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky were shaking. The violent golden light almost made people unable to open their eyes. Ning Bugui suddenly closed his eyes at this time, and the sword in his hand flashed with cold stars again. There was no domineering feeling like the third style of Burning Heaven, but no one could underestimate it. A little starlight suddenly appeared, and the sky was shining with light. In the blink of an eye, the sparks spread out and it was unstoppable.
"Boom! Crash!"
There was another violent explosion. At this time, the two people fighting had already fought a hundred moves. Monk Wuchen was originally going to jump out and admit defeat, but when he saw Ning Bugui's cold and sharp eyes, his spine suddenly felt cold. After thinking about it, he still gave up. After a stick of incense, Monk Wuchen suddenly jumped out and landed on a roof. He clasped his hands together and said, "Donald Ning, we have already passed one hundred and one move today. Monk I can be regarded as keeping my promise, so we might as well give up."
Ning Bugui's face was cold, and two sharp cold lights burst out from his eyes, and he said coldly: "We have not yet won, how can we give up."
"Amitabha, since that's the case, I will admit defeat by monk. Ning donor, monk will say goodbye first." After that, monk Wuchen raised his sleeves and turned around and fled.
"Monkey Wuchen!" Ning Bugui's face turned black. To be honest, few people could change his face. Monk Wuchen was one of them.
"I would rather not give it to you, monk, I'm afraid of trouble." Monk Wuchen's voice came from a distance, and the person had disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Oh, senior brother, wait for me!" Seeing that Monk Wuchen left, Wuen chased after him, and turned back to Ning Bugui while chasing him, "Ning Bugui, don't think that I Wuen Bugui is afraid of you. Last time you have many people and powerful people, I deliberately lost to you. See you next time, I will definitely seek justice."
After saying this, his speed immediately accelerated, which was faster than Monk Wuchen. After catching up with Monk Wuchen, he asked in confusion: "Senior Brother Wuchen, why do you never fight with Ning Bugui for more than a hundred moves? You obviously have the same cultivation level."
"Damn, Ning Bugui's fighting maniac is 365 days a year, and he is looking for someone to fight for 366 days. I... have been guilty..." After finding out that he had lost his composure, Monk Wuchen quickly closed his mouth and said a moment later: "Amitabha, monk, I have violated the precepts of anger. After I go back, I will go to the precepts for punishment."
There were no stars or moons this night, and the wind was raging. The dark twilight had a sense of depression and heaviness, like a huge vortex, wrapping people together and swallowing everything in an instant.
In the sky, a strange red light flashed by, as fast as a meteor, no one paid too much attention. Maybe someone saw it, but he didn't care. The red light flashed and stayed above the Black Mountain thousands of miles away from the Imperial City of Yan Kingdom. A pair of huge eyes appeared in the red light, flashing with a wise light. He leaned over and stared at the evil spirit circling on the Black Mountain, and a trace of compassion flashed in his eyes.
"The formation operation here is stagnant and the supply of spiritual energy is insufficient. No wonder that guy suddenly contacted me urgently. Recently, the violent fluctuations in the spiritual energy here have seriously affected the operation of the entire formation. It seems that many people are about to die again."
In the darkness, huge eyes were floating back and forth on the Black Mountain. If a timid person saw this, he would have been scared to death.
"The formation has been re-enhanced. I think it will take care of it for decades after that matter."
After saying these words, the red light shook on the spot, immediately turned into a meteor and passed through the air, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
At this time, the huge demon shadow finally appeared again over the Yan Kingdom’s imperial tomb. Countless monks went to the imperial tomb with their swords, landing around the imperial tomb, looking at the huge shadow in the sky.