Chapter 356: Pretending to be a snake, delaying time
After completely killing Xi Feihu, Yun Wuxia's two incarnations put away the storage bags and treasures on his body, and then turned into red and yellow streams of light and flew back into Yun Wuxia's body.
"Well……"
After the incarnation returned, Yun Wuxia's body trembled slightly, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and the aura around his body became weaker and weaker.
Not long after she had broken through the golden elixir stage, her cultivation realm had not yet been completely stabilized. The backlash of her spiritual consciousness and the attack of demonic energy caused her to be seriously injured.
In addition, the time for practicing the Three Transformation Techniques for one person is still short, and now it is only a small success.
In this case, it would be extremely costly for her to activate the clone.
However, if we can kill this Xi Feihu, all costs are worth it.
At this time, Yun Wuxia was seriously injured, so he did not rush to rescue the foundation-building monks. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the Tairuo Sword and began to nurse his injuries.
People need to be saved, but in her current condition, she won't be of great value.
At the same time that Jiang Wushe, Leng Buyi and others were being killed.
At this time, Su Twelve was also in a huge crisis.
Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen bypassed Ren Yunzong and soon arrived around Su Twelve.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, stood less than ten feet away from Su Twelve.
However, the two of them did not rush to take action, but looked at each other without saying a word.
In the air, the invisible aura emanating locked and enveloped Su Twelve.
Su Twelve was in the middle of it, as if he were falling into the deep sea, with constant pressure coming from all directions, making him unable to move.
He could clearly feel that the invisible consciousness was fighting and playing games with him as the boundary.
Although the two of them are in the same camp, in the face of the Thousand-Year Attack, they cannot give in to each other even if they come.
In the blink of an eye, time has passed.
Monk Sanjie was surrounded by demonic aura, and the Buddha's light on his body had long since disappeared, and he was completely in a demonic state.
Tan Fengchen's whole body is also filled with vast amounts of true energy, and his aura is extraordinary. He is no less impressive than Monk Sanjie.
Demonic Yuan and True Yuan, two completely different types of energy, filled the area dozens of feet in radius. The earth cracked, the ground shook, and countless earth, stone, vegetation and trees collapsed!
The two forces, with Su Twelve as the boundary, continue to dissolve as they conflict with each other.
Su Twelve was in the middle, and the Millennium Strike was held in his hand. Although he could not activate it, the remaining spiritual energy that had been poured into it escaped, but it offset a lot of the impact of real energy, demonic energy and spiritual consciousness for him.
In this way, the pressure on Su Twelve was not that great.
But even so, he still felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter, and the injuries inside his body were getting worse.
In the invisible competition, Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen refused to give in to the other.
At this moment, both of their faces were filled with surprise, surprised that the other's strength was beyond their expectations.
Astonishing energy filled the world, and the two of them competed with each other, but no one stepped forward and took any further action.
I don’t know if it’s because I couldn’t be distracted and stepped forward to seize the treasure, or if I have other plans.
"Boy, no matter you are Su Twelve or Zhu Hanwei, the Thousand-Year Strike is not a treasure you can covet. Give the Thousand-Year Strike to the poor monk and he will let you go!!!"
At this moment, Monk Sanjie stared at Su Twelve and suddenly shouted.
On that day, although Shen Miaoyin helped to protect him, as a demon who has been practicing for thousands of years, Monk Sanjie is not that easy to fool.
He had been suspicious of Su Twelve for a long time, and the moment he learned that Lu Mingshi's injury suddenly improved and he had condensed golden elixir, he was even more convinced of his thoughts.
Apart from the Bodhi Flower, there is no other treasure that can help Lu Mingshi turn his life around and condense the golden elixir!
As for the bodhi flower, only Su Twelve, Zhu Hanwei and him own it.
"Master, do you really mean what you said?"
Su Twelve pretended to suddenly see hope and spoke decisively.
He knew in his heart that the monk Sanjie at this time was basically the demon who had transformed from the outside. How could he believe the demon's words...
But this is not important. A quarter of an hour has passed, and Ren Yunzong's breath has not dissipated at this time, and he has an advantage against the real person Xantong.
As long as we delay for a moment, Ren Yunzong can come over.
This... is hope.
"Of course! The poor monk is a monk. A monk... don't lie!" Monk Sanjie said with a smile.
It's just that he now looks ferocious, with evil patterns covering his face, which makes his smile even more terrifying.
As soon as Master Sanjie finished speaking, Tan Fengchen on the other side sneered: "Haha, Master Sanjie is pretending to be a monk and pretending to be addicted? Demons are demons. Can you become a Buddha by reciting a few lines of Amitabha? Why don't you fight? Lying... is not the way to deceive the younger generation."
"Boy, I think you have good qualifications. Please hand over the Thousand-Year Strike. I will allow you to join the White Flame Sect and accept you as my direct disciple."
"In the future, when I step into a higher realm, the White Flame Sect... will be yours!"
Su Twelve trembled when he heard this, and quickly turned to look at Tan Fengchen: "Senior, do you really mean what you said?"
Tan Fengchen's expression remained unchanged, "Huh! If you don't believe it, I can swear an oath to the inner demon."
The inner demon swore...
hiss……
When Su Twelve heard this, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Although he was an opponent, he couldn't help being surprised by Tan Fengchen's generosity.
There are many obstacles and obstacles for monks to practice, and inner demons are one of them.
If you make an oath to your inner demons, once you break it, your inner demons will backfire and shake your mind.
This point is not very binding on low-level monks.
But the higher the level of cultivation, it is like walking on a high cliff, and the higher the mental requirements for monks are. Once they are unable to adhere to their original intention, at least it will be difficult to make progress in their lifelong cultivation, and at worst, their cultivation will be completely destroyed, and both body and soul will be destroyed.
Under such conditions, if it were anyone else, they might have agreed in a flash.
But Su Twelve was an exception. Although he showed an expression of excitement, he didn't care at all.
He is determined and knows exactly the path he wants to take.
What's more, with unequal strength, it's almost impossible for him to know even if the other party is doing something wrong.
After all, someone who can say that he has good qualifications without even looking at him is obviously a person who speaks freely.
Tan Fengchen didn't know what Su Twelve was thinking. Seeing Su Twelve's heart-beating expression, he smiled calmly and said, "How?"
"Senior, can you let me think about it?" Su Twelve pretended to be moved and continued to fight for time.
When Monk Sanjie saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speak.
at this time.
A huge explosion sounded not far away. After completely killing Xi Feihu, Yun Wuxia's two incarnations put away the storage bags and treasures on his body, then turned into red and yellow streams of light and flew back to Yun Wuxia.
Immaculate body.
"Well……"
After the incarnation returned, Yun Wuxia's body trembled slightly, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and the aura around his body became weaker and weaker.
Not long after she had broken through the golden elixir stage, her cultivation realm had not yet been completely stabilized. The backlash of her spiritual consciousness and the attack of demonic energy caused her to be seriously injured.
In addition, the time for practicing the Three Transformation Techniques for one person is still short, and now it is only a small success.
In this case, it would be extremely costly for her to activate the clone.
However, if we can kill this Xi Feihu, all costs are worth it.
At this time, Yun Wuxia was seriously injured, so he did not rush to rescue the foundation-building monks. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the Tairuo Sword and began to nurse his injuries.
People need to be saved, but in her current condition, she won't be of great value.
At the same time that Jiang Wushe, Leng Buyi and others were being killed.
At this time, Su Twelve was also in a huge crisis.
Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen bypassed Ren Yunzong and soon arrived around Su Twelve.
The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, stood less than ten feet away from Su Twelve.
However, the two of them did not rush to take action, but looked at each other without saying a word.
In the air, the invisible aura emanating locked and enveloped Su Twelve.
Su Twelve was in the middle of it, as if he were falling into the deep sea, with constant pressure coming from all directions, making him unable to move.
He could clearly feel that the invisible consciousness was fighting and playing games with him as the boundary.
Although the two of them are in the same camp, in the face of the Thousand-Year Attack, they cannot give in to each other even if they come.
In the blink of an eye, time has passed.
Monk Sanjie was surrounded by demonic aura, and the Buddha's light on his body had long since disappeared, and he was completely in a demonic state.
Tan Fengchen's whole body is also filled with vast amounts of true energy, and his aura is extraordinary. He is no less impressive than Monk Sanjie.
Demonic Yuan and True Yuan, two completely different types of energy, filled the area dozens of feet in radius. The earth cracked, the ground shook, and countless earth, stone, vegetation and trees collapsed!
The two forces, with Su Twelve as the boundary, continue to dissolve as they conflict with each other.
Su Twelve was in the middle, and the Millennium Strike was held in his hand. Although he could not activate it, the remaining spiritual energy that had been poured into it escaped, but it offset a lot of the impact of real energy, demonic energy and spiritual consciousness for him.
In this way, the pressure on Su Twelve was not that great.
But even so, he still felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter, and the injuries inside his body were getting worse.
In the invisible competition, Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen refused to give in to the other.
At this moment, both of their faces were filled with surprise, surprised that the other's strength was beyond their expectations.
Astonishing energy filled the world, and the two of them competed with each other, but no one stepped forward and took any further action.
I don’t know if it’s because I couldn’t be distracted and stepped forward to seize the treasure, or if I have other plans.
"Boy, no matter you are Su Twelve or Zhu Hanwei, the Thousand-Year Strike is not a treasure you can covet. Give the Thousand-Year Strike to the poor monk and he will let you go!!!"
At this moment, Monk Sanjie stared at Su Twelve and suddenly shouted.
On that day, although Shen Miaoyin helped to protect him, as a demon who has been practicing for thousands of years, Monk Sanjie is not that easy to fool.
He had been suspicious of Su Twelve for a long time, and the moment he learned that Lu Mingshi's injury suddenly improved and he had condensed golden elixir, he was even more convinced of his thoughts.
Apart from the Bodhi Flower, there is no other treasure that can help Lu Mingshi turn his life around and condense the golden elixir!
As for the bodhi flower, only Su Twelve, Zhu Hanwei and him own it.
"Master, do you really mean what you said?"
Su Twelve pretended to suddenly see hope and spoke decisively.
He knew in his heart that the monk Sanjie at this time was basically the demon who had transformed from the outside. How could he believe the demon's words...
But this is not important. A quarter of an hour has passed, and Ren Yunzong's breath has not dissipated at this time, and he has an advantage against the real person Xantong.
As long as we delay for a moment, Ren Yunzong can come over.
This... is hope.
"Of course! The poor monk is a monk. A monk... don't lie!" Monk Sanjie said with a smile.
It's just that he now looks ferocious, with evil patterns covering his face, which makes his smile even more terrifying.
As soon as Master Sanjie finished speaking, Tan Fengchen on the other side sneered: "Haha, Master Sanjie is pretending to be a monk and pretending to be addicted? Demons are demons. Can you become a Buddha by reciting a few lines of Amitabha? Why don't you fight? Lying... is not the way to deceive the younger generation."
"Boy, I think you have good qualifications. Please hand over the Thousand-Year Strike. I will allow you to join the White Flame Sect and accept you as my direct disciple."
"In the future, when I step into a higher realm, the White Flame Sect... will be yours!"
Su Twelve trembled when he heard this, and quickly turned to look at Tan Fengchen: "Senior, do you really mean what you said?"
Tan Fengchen's expression remained unchanged, "Huh! If you don't believe it, I can swear an oath to the inner demon."
The inner demon swore...
hiss……
When Su Twelve heard this, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. Although he was an opponent, he couldn't help being surprised by Tan Fengchen's generosity.
There are many obstacles and obstacles for monks to practice, and inner demons are one of them.
If you make an oath to your inner demons, once you break it, your inner demons will backfire and shake your mind.
This point is not very binding on low-level monks.
But the higher the level of cultivation, it is like walking on a high cliff, and the higher the mental requirements for monks are. Once they are unable to adhere to their original intention, at least it will be difficult to make progress in their lifelong cultivation, and at worst, their cultivation will be completely destroyed, and both body and soul will be destroyed.
Under such conditions, if it were anyone else, they might have agreed in a flash.
But Su Twelve was an exception. Although he showed an expression of excitement, he didn't care at all.
He is determined and knows exactly the path he wants to take.
What's more, with unequal strength, it's almost impossible for him to know even if the other party is doing something wrong.
After all, someone who can say that he has good qualifications without even looking at him is obviously a person who speaks freely.
Tan Fengchen didn't know what Su Twelve was thinking. Seeing Su Twelve's heart-beating expression, he smiled calmly and said, "How?"
"Senior, can you let me think about it?" Su Twelve pretended to be moved and continued to fight for time.
When Monk Sanjie saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speak.