Of course, with his strength, it is no problem to escape from the battlefield in time. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIf we were all like today, and we could only hold on, I'm afraid that something would happen to an elephant that would have been killed by ants.

Thinking of this, Fan Yao's already tired body and mind suddenly shuddered, and he looked at Hou Cheng and the others as if they were cooperating with an indispensable machine, calmly and silently killing. There are things that need to be learned, Fan Yao's heart naturally thought.

Zhang Wuji's divine consciousness passed through the dark void and the distant starry sky, and the divine consciousness that spied on him was instantly mixed together. With a buzz of the head, everything in the outside world disappeared in an instant. In fact, at this time, he was the most vulnerable time since he came out of the valley, and a first-class master on the rivers and lakes only needed to take a sharp knife and stab him lightly in the heart, maybe he could break through the defense of his vajra body, and the famous Mingjiao Wuji was probably about to leave in disgrace.

It's just that he is famous, and Rao is standing like a wood carving, and no Tartar soldiers or monks and warriors dare to step forward.

The enemy didn't expect how fragile Zhang Wuji was at this time, even Fan Yao was only in a cautious personality and vaguely felt that it was better to maintain the status quo, so he called Hou Cheng and the others in time.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhang Wuji seemed to be drunk and asleep, although he was just standing like a wood carving, but this wood carving was not completely still, but slightly up and down and swaying back and forth.

This was the moment when Zhang Wuji's divine consciousness and the divine consciousness in the void were mixed together, and the miniature version of Zhang Wuji, who was blessed with a soul, instantly played the external manifestation of Taijiquan.

What's going on? Zhang Wuji has never had such an experience. The battle of divine consciousness, this is still his maiden battle.

When the divine consciousness of the two sides suddenly collided together, Zhang Wuji only felt as if he had been hit by thousands of galloping horses, if he really wanted to describe it exactly, it seemed that he could be described by an incident in the world of Zhang Gong in the later generations. For example, a special elite is hit head-on by a high-speed train that is moving at great speed.

The consequences of this can be imagined, no matter what kind of special elite he is, no one will believe that he can survive in that situation.

It's just that Zhang Wuji was hit by divine consciousness, not his essence, let alone the spiritual origin in his sea of consciousness.

He just felt a pain in his head, and his brain seemed to be fission and polymerization. His calm sea of knowledge suddenly turned into a thunderous rage as if a twelve-level wind suddenly appeared on the calm sea.

The branches of the Tree of Wisdom shook violently, swaying from side to side, and the green leaves seemed to be about to break away from the trunk at any moment. But its roots have always been firmly rooted in the inexplicable texture under the tree, this sturdy texture has not changed in the slightest, the miniature version of Zhang Wuji is still playing Tai Chi, but the speed of the punch has slowed down a lot, and his eyes are closed together.

When the bell of Wan'an Temple rang for half a pillar of incense, two streets north of Wan'an Temple, a procession of more than 500 people came towards Wan'an Temple. Four hundred Tartar elites armed to the teeth were in a neat queue at the end, and in front of them was a team of monks and warriors dressed in luxurious monks' robes, among which there was a monk with the most unique temperament, dressed in moon-white monk's robes, the material of the monk's robe was silky, thick and brocade like gold, and it emitted a hazy soft halo on the dark street, which attracted attention in the crowd like the moon in the sky.

Even though this monk has ruddy and dark skin, he gives people a handsome and extraordinary feeling. In fact, his appearance is indeed very handsome, but not white. There is not a trace of wrinkles on the face, and the whole face exudes a soft and delicate temperament. There is a glow called self-confidence all the time.

It is this kind of temperament, this kind of light, from the time he came to Dadu, for the people of Dadu, they all fell under this god-like talent. Of course, there are exceptions to this, for example, the father and daughter of the king of Ruyang are the two people who attract his attention the most, although these two people show enough respect and weakness to him, but he finds that compared with the others, these two people are missing the most important thing when they see him - worship, the worship of blind loss of self, the worship of moths to a fire.

He has been practicing for many years, and his age is not known how many years longer than his physiognomy, the time is too long, even he himself doesn't seem to remember clearly, if you add the penance of the previous three lives, it is not impossible to say that he is a god. In fact, in the Great Snow Mountain, their group of cultivators really regarded themselves as gods.

When the god man came to the mortal world, the god could appear, and the humble mortal did not worship madly, which greatly aroused his curiosity rather than murderous intentions. For many days, he has tried many times for the father and daughter of the king of Ruyang, but he still found nothing.

This wore out his patience, an ant-like person, he was too lazy to waste his mind on this, and indulged in the sound and lust arranged for him by the Tartar Emperor all day long, and at this time he realized that the life of a mortal was so luxurious, so enjoyable, and his life was no worse than that of God.

It wasn't until the bell of Wan'an Temple rang that he sat up from a huge bed of nine zhang by nine zhang, and he couldn't be more clear about the strength of his apprentices. In the mortal world, those apprentices of his can be regarded as the top existence, since they have all sounded the alarm bell, it is obvious that the ability of the incoming enemy has exceeded the scope of their ability to deal with it, which reminds him of what the Tartar Emperor said when he asked him to come down the mountain. Mingjiao advocated Wuji, which aroused a trace of his curiosity, and he floated out of the flesh forest, got out of bed, put on his robe, and walked out of the huge palace specially arranged for him by the emperor, and headed towards Wan'an Temple.

On the huge bed in the hall lay dozens of **** beauties from all countries and tribes to the Tartar Emperor, sleeping so deeply, for his departure, no one even found out, just because they were too tired, no one still had extra physical strength, only enough deep sleep to allow them to better recover their physical strength, so as to welcome his luck again.

Yes, it is Lin Xing, this is a special word for the emperors of all dynasties to sleep with women, these days, the women in this bed are used to the word this person, or the presence of God, his ability is frightening, but also makes people look forward to it.

Even the Tartar Emperor felt a deep inferiority complex and crazy worship whenever he thought of this big bed and the people on it, what kind of contradictory mood should this be.

This monk is the god man who came down from the Great Snow Mountain-the Yin and Yang Archmage.