Chapter 59: One of the top ten masters in the world
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"Only a ghost wants to have a relationship with you!" Feng Feiyun felt increasingly unhappy the more he looked at the fair-weather monk.
It's really strange that a meat-and-wine monk actually appears in the ancestral land of the Feng family. There must be a reason, and the purpose is definitely not pure.
"quack!"
A large group of ghost crows resting on the top of the tree flew up. Their eyes were pale green, their wings were dark, and their beaks were as sharp as sword blades.
These ghost crows are quite terrifying. Their combat power is even more terrifying than that of the Divine Dzogchen. Ten ghost crows gathered together can dismember a monk with the highest level of destiny.
There are more than seventy ghost crows flying towards this side. They are terrifying and even scarier than the ghosts seeking their lives.
"Amitabha!" The meaty monk's big eyes widened, and two Buddha wheels rotated in his pupils. He looked across the sky and the earth, and the Buddha's Dharma shone in the sky.
He breathed out a breath of golden Buddha energy and struck the bodies of the more than seventy ghost crows!
"Crack!"
The feathers of the ghost crow burned on fire, and it screamed in the Buddha's aura. The scream was like a human voice, and it sounded very scary.
"How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me!" The meat-and-wine monk stood on the cliff of the mountain, facing the wind, and inserted the invincible Zen staff as thick as a bowl into the ground with a bang. His momentum rose, and the phantom of a golden ancient Buddha was behind him.
rising.
"Boom!"
The remaining jackdaws were frightened away by him, but from the top of the mountain peak, between the white clouds, another long roar came, like thunder crushing in the sky, making a devastating sound.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The sound of the coffin vibrating was even more frightening than the flapping of the Xuanwu iron coffin by Master Wuxia that day. It was like a tin drum being hammered by a skeletal hand, and it was heard thousands of miles away.
The entire mountain was shaking, and the blood-colored river below the mountain was roaring with waves tens of meters high.
This mountain peak has countless cracks, and blood springs spurt out from each crack, like waterfalls rushing out of the mountain, flying down, dyeing half of the sky red.
If you stand in the distance and look at it at a glance, you will see that the entire mountain is filled with waterfalls of blood, thickly shrouded in a gray aura of death.
"boom!"
Suddenly, an earth-shattering force came from the top of the mountain. The gods and monsters in the tomb became angry and wanted to destroy the people who broke into the mountain.
A sea of thunder pressed down. This sea of thunder was many times more terrifying than the sea of thunder that attacked the little demon. The lightning inside was like a dragon. Even a monk in the destiny realm would be instantly chopped into pieces.
"It seems that the evil has really turned into evil." The fair-weather monk muttered, and he took out the invincible Zen staff and flew forward, like a lightning rod, attracting the entire sea of thunder.
The invincible Zen staff rotated in the air, and the Buddha ring on it made a tinkling sound, attracting all the thunder and lightning, and melting the sea of thunder.
Everyone could not breathe a sigh of relief, but another even more terrifying force came from the top of the mountain. This was a gray ghost hand, estimated to be several hundred meters in size.
"Lend me the Bloody God Jar and I will suppress it!"
Bi Ningshuai did not allow Bi Ningshuai to refuse, so the meat-and-wine monk snatched the Bloody God Jar directly from his hand.
The jar that looked like a human head fell into the hands of the meat-and-wine monk and became extremely terrifying. It shattered the gray ghost hand and disappeared into thin air, unable to stop the murderous power of the bloody god jar.
"Puff, puff..."
The remaining power of the Bloody God Jar leaked out, causing the ghost crows all over the sky to fall to the ground. A large area died and turned into black blood mud.
The meat-and-wine monk sacrifices the Bloody God Jar and kills towards the top of the mountain. Every time he takes a step, the killings on the ground are wiped out. His aura is indistinguishable, like a Buddha or a devil. He wants to use the Bloody God Jar to kill him.
Go and suppress that ghost.
"This monk is too fierce." Wang Meng couldn't help but swear.
Bi Ningshuai's face was more solemn than ever before. He was thinking about something in his mind. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the meat-and-wine monk who had reached the top of the mountain. He exclaimed: "Could this monk be the person in the legend?"
"Who?" Feng Feiyun was very curious about the identity of the fair-weather monk. He was able to fight against the succubus, and even the succubus couldn't do anything to him. He was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Boom!"
On the top of the mountain, an earth-shattering battle took place.
The Blood God Jar erupted with a dazzling light like the sun, and the blood covered the sky and the earth, sweeping across the area and collecting countless death energy into the jar.
In the clouds, a giant ghost statue appeared vaguely. It was higher than the mountains. Even the Bloody God Jar could not do anything to it.
The seventy-three surrounding peaks were shaking, and all the birds and animals in the pine forest were killed, fell to the ground, and turned into bloody mud.
Everyone present was seriously injured. They snatched many elixirs from Bi Ningshuai and swallowed them continuously. Otherwise, some people would have been shocked to death.
Bi Ningshuai had no idea how many elixirs he had stolen, and the four of them swallowed them into their mouths one by one, but they couldn't finish them all.
"boom!"
Feng Feiyun was struck by a thunderbolt that fell from the sky, and his body was covered with lightning. After the lightning traveled to the iron plate of the statue, the iron plate of the statue suddenly flashed with a brilliant light, and countless cold air came from inside.
Rushed out and rushed into Feng Feiyun's body crazily.
Wow!
Feng Feiyun's fingers were frozen with ice, and then his entire arm was covered with ice. The ice crystals continued to spread, seeming to freeze his entire body.
"Is this...the power of the curse?" Feng Feiyun quickly circulated the immortal phoenix body. The blood in the body flowed crazily, refining the cold air and integrating it into the blood for his own use.
After the cold energy was refined by the blood, it rushed into his mind and condensed into a ball of consciousness.
The eighth spiritual consciousness condensed at the peak of nerves.
"What exactly is this iron plate of a statue, and why can the cold air inside help me condense my consciousness?"
If others were invaded by this cold air, they would definitely turn into ice sculptures, but the immortal phoenix body specifically restrained the cold air inside, turned it into its own use, and condensed the eighth spiritual consciousness.
Feng Feiyun's cultivation has further improved, and he is getting closer and closer to the perfection of the Divine Foundation.
If he is struck by thunder again, he may be able to condense the ninth consciousness!
The sky thunder did not strike down, but the meat-and-wine monk escaped back. He carried the invincible Zen staff in one hand and the Bloody God jar in the other. He fled down Wangshan Mountain. One of his shoes escaped and a large piece of his pants was smashed.
, very embarrassed.
"Come on, it has transformed into evil. This is its territory. It can condense the terrain. Even if I hold the Bloody God Jar, I can't suppress it!"
The wine-meat monk shot out a golden Buddha light from his hand, rolled up Feng Feiyun and others, turned into a golden stream of light, broke through the murderous rules of the tomb mountain, soared into the sky, and escaped.
It wasn't until they were hundreds of miles away that they stopped and put Feng Feiyun and others down.
Looking from a distance, with the Grave Mountain and the Blood River as the center, hundreds of miles around are covered by a dense gray air of death. The vegetation has withered, and the earth has turned into black soil. All the leaves of the former pine flower forest have fallen off and turned into a piece of black.
The ghost forest is filled with gloomy winds, and no one dares to enter it anymore.
"Boom!"
The blood-curdling scream came from the distant mountains, like Shura roaring from hell, which was particularly shocking.
"Feng Feiyun!" A girl's voice appeared behind Feng Feiyun. In an instant, she ran over and hugged him from behind.
"Xue Jian!" Feng Feiyun knew it was Nalan Xue Jian without turning around.
When the fair-weather monk saw this scene, he immediately became unhappy again. He stood aside and coughed twice, but Nalan Xuejian didn't abandon him at all.
"Feng Feiyun, I don't want to be a little nun, do you still mean what you say?" Nalan Xuejian hugged Feng Feiyun tightly and pressed her beautiful face against his back, as if she was afraid of being a little far away.
After a while, he was dragged away by the meat-and-wine monk.
Last time, even the meat-and-potatoes monk took her away by force, and she cried and begged, but it was in vain.
"I...what did I say?" Feng Feiyun pretended to be stupid.
"Have you really forgotten?" Nalan Xuejian stamped his feet angrily.
"I said too many words, and I don't know which sentence you are referring to?" Feng Feiyun said.
Nalan Xuejian became even more angry, her eyebrows almost stood up, and said: "You didn't call me Xuejian before, but you called me..."
"Daughter-in-law!" Feng Feiyun said with a smile.
"That's right, since you have already called me a daughter-in-law, you can't let your daughter-in-law become a nun!" Nalan Xuejian laughed, secretly happy in his heart, it turned out that he hadn't forgotten it yet.
Feng Feiyun was silent. It seemed that men really shouldn't yell randomly sometimes, especially in front of a girl like Nalan Xuejian who was easy to take seriously.
"Are you done?" The fair-weather monk couldn't stand it any longer and shouted loudly. He always felt that Feng Feiyun was taking advantage of Xue Jian and was afraid that his little disciple would be abducted.
"Can you care?" Feng Feiyun was already unhappy with the fair-weather monk. If it weren't for the huge gap in cultivation, he would have beaten him up long ago.
"Of course he can't control it!" Nalan Xuejian still hugged Feng Feiyun, slightly raising the corners of his mouth with a charming smile.
Hearing this, the meat-and-wine monk was so angry that he vomited blood.
"Feng Feiyun is so courageous. He even dares to offend this monk, and even dares to kidnap his disciples. What a fucking talent!"
Bi Ningshuai had already guessed the identity of the meat-and-wine monk, and was greatly shocked. If possible, he would like to become a disciple of the meat-and-wine monk. Even if he could become a little monk, he would be willing to do so.
"Who is this bastard monk? Does he have a great background?" Wang Meng asked curiously.
Bi Ningshuai rolled his eyes at him and said: "It's terrible to be uneducated. Haven't you read "The Sequence of the Ten Masters" written by Tiansuan Scholar? If I am not wrong, this monk is probably one of the four great clans of the Jin Dynasty.
An ancestor of the Nalan family became a monk more than 1,800 years ago."
"Impossible, even a giant with the ninth level of destiny cannot live for a thousand years!" Wang Meng felt that Bi Ningshuai was bragging.
"It's really an insult to my intelligence to communicate with you. The Master of Wine and Meat should be the last disciple accepted by the abbot of Cansheng Temple, and he is also the only surviving monk of Cansheng Temple. Eighteen hundred years have passed, and he is still alive. His cultivation is certain.
He has surpassed Ju Qing, and is on the same level as the Jin Emperor, the Lord of the Divine Palace and other super ruthless people. Damn, if I worship him as my teacher, I will be at my mercy in the world in the future."
Bi Ningshuai was so excited that he ran over, hugged the meat-free monk's thigh, and cried loudly: "Master, my life is miserable. My father died when I was three years old, my mother died when I was four years old, my family is in ruins, and I am alone. I have seen through it."
After leaving the mortal world, I only want to convert to Buddhism, and I beg the master to accept me as his disciple!"