Watching Jiang Ming flee into the night, Wu Yunchan smiled lightly, took another step, and crossed a hundred zhang distance in one step, chasing Jiang Ming. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The power of Jiang Ming's keel gushed out, his legs were like electricity, and his body turned into an afterimage, but he couldn't get rid of Wu Yunchan.

The sky was getting brighter, and Wu Yunchan always bit behind Jiang Ming.

He was originally a doorman in a temple called Yunting Temple in Zhongzhou, and he had a great wisdom for Zen scriptures. Not long ago, he recited scriptures in the back mountain, and occasionally got something, and there was a great way of Zen machine born in the underworld, and a divine light fell from the sky, like the awakening of reincarnation memory.

"You have the artistic conception of the Great Zen Eternal Trail, and I can find you wherever you flee."

Wu Yunchan's voice was transmitted into the secret, and there was a huge Zen in his voice, which shook Jiang Ming's soul.

He came for the artistic conception of the trail on Jiang Ming's body, built the foundation with divine medicine, practiced the supreme scriptures of the Great Zen Temple, and then got the artistic conception of the trail of the eternal determination of the Great Zen, and he could be expected to preach the Tao.

Jiang Ming stopped and asked, "How did you know that I had a trail artistic conception?" ”

"In the same vein, you and I are not far apart, so we can naturally sense it." Wu Yunchan has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome appearance, and narrow and heroic eyes.

"Do you have to do it?"

"You and I are the same sect as the Great Zen, you hand over the artistic conception of the trail, and I will turn around and leave."

Jiang Ming shook his head, the artistic conception of the trail is even rarer than the magic medicine, if it is not an ancient master, no one can get it. With the help of it, Jiang Ming comprehended the Diamond Sutra to create the Vajra Fist Seal, and then comprehended the Optimus Fist Seal, and saw the Tao and stepped into Xuanjun, which was the root of his comprehension of the Great Dao.

Wu Yunchan regarded it as an opportunity to preach, and the same was true for Jiang Ming.

"Then suffer death." Seeing Jiang Ming's refusal, Wu Yunchan put his palms together again, and his palms bloomed brightly, and this time Jiang Ming noticed that the qi and blood in his whole body suddenly condensed on his palms.

Jiang Ming didn't want to punch it, and took more than a dozen steps back, stepping out of a deep pit with each step.

Wu Yunchan smiled: "You are not my opponent, hand over the artistic conception of the trail, I will not hurt your life." ”

He has a miracle medicine to build a foundation, Jiang Ming's bloodline is extraordinary and has not yet grown, he doesn't look at the potential, he is better than Jiang Ming in terms of solid foundation.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

Wu Yunchan didn't hide it, and said calmly: "Lan Ting Jing." ”

Jiang Ming knew that it was not good, Lan Ting was a very high realm of Zen Buddhism. Lan Ting in the ancient text of the immortals means immovable as the king of the great ri, undefeated in flesh and blood, and strong in physique. Cultivating to the highest level is equivalent to the true body of King Ming!

"You have no chance of winning, I am only transcendent for seven turns, and you are already Xuanjun Bingpo."

Wu Yunchan has entered the Extraordinary Eighth Turn, and his combat power will increase again. And Jiang Ming wants to break through a realm in the Xuanjun Realm, and it takes time to accumulate. Wu Yunchan's growth rate surpassed him, and sooner or later he would be completely crushed.

Jiang Ming had to admit that the inheritance of the Dao system of the world was too strong, and he was still invincible when he suppressed Wu Yunchan in a big realm. He was blushing at the Lan Ting Sutra, he wanted to take the road of proving the Tao with strength, the ancient tree was the meridian, and the bones were nourished by dragon blood, if he got the Lan Ting Sutra to refine the flesh and blood, he could stimulate the potential more purely, and it would be much easier for the silkworm to cultivate.

"Looks like I'll have to kill you too." Wu Yunchan wants to get his trail artistic conception, and he also wants to get the Lan Ting Sutra.

Wu Yunchan shook his head and said nothing, but still pushed it out with one palm.

"Force!"

Jiang Ming didn't dodge, let him hit his body with a palm, Wu Yunchan didn't dodge, he practiced the Lan Ting Sutra and was very confident in his physique.

Like a rock rolling down, the two of them made more than 20 palms in the blink of an eye, Wu Yunchan's face was blood-red, and the corners of Jiang Ming's mouth were bleeding.

"Come again!"

Jiang Ming drank loudly and no longer kept it, triggering the ancient will. Wu Yunchan's palm was shining with golden light, and Jiang Mingfa's appearance was dazzling, as if he was controlling the same kind of exercise.

"Boom!"

Wu Yunchan flew upside down, his eyes surprised. He knew that Jiang Ming was holding on, but he didn't expect that he would suddenly fall into a disadvantage.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

He looked at the golden body on top of Jiang Ming's head, and wondered if Jiang Ming had also received some kind of exercise inheritance from the Great Zen Temple.

Jiang Ming wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently: "Hand over the Lan Ting Sutra, I can also let you leave." ”

Wu Yunchan was no longer light, and anger floated up. He thought that the artistic conception of the trail was bound to be achieved, but he did not expect the situation to reverse. His gaze was gloomy and uncertain, and with the Divine Medicine Foundation and the Lan Ting Sutra, he could ignore the suppression of the realm. But Jiang Ming's instantaneous combat power has increased several times, which is equivalent to a realm suppression that has also increased several times!

Jiang Ming pressed down with a palm again, Wu Yunchan was knocked down and rolled in the dust, the yellow clothes were embarrassed, stared at Jiang Ming and said angrily: "You have secret skills, I also have them, suffer death!" ”

He sat down on his knees, his hands turned into palms and stretched out his shoulders, and the Zen spirit surged and the whole person was bathed in golden light. When he opened his eyes, he shot out with a palm, and a string of palm prints crossed the void, Jiang Mingjieyin did not dare to despise it on his chest, and the King Kong seal was punched.

"Buzz ......"

The void shook, and the golden light shattered.

Wu Yunchan used the secret technique, and it didn't last long, and Jiang Ming didn't confront him head-on. When he runs out of qi and blood, he can take it down at will. Wu Yunchan was like a golden man, seeing through Jiang Ming's thoughts, his hands shot out in a row, and hundreds of golden light palm shadows broke through the air and roared.

"Close!"

The roots of the ancient tree must break through the ground and attack and kill while Wu Yunchan is urging the secret technique with all his might!

"Despicable!"

Wu Yunchan knew that he was deceived, and Jiang Ming exchanged injuries for injuries with him from the beginning, in order to weaken him and carry out a fatal sneak attack. Jiang Ming disagreed, the roots were like spears, and the roots had the sharpness that pierced Wu Yunchan.

"Humph!"

Wu Yunchan didn't dare to stay, and snorted angrily and drifted away. Jiang Ming's sneak attack method was unguardable, and he urged the secret technique of the Lan Ting Sutra, which could not be long in coming. His injuries were lighter than Jiang Ming's, but he didn't dare to consume them, desperately struggling with the damage to his meridians, he clapped his hands frantically and escaped from a gap in the encirclement of his roots.

Jiang Ming immediately sat down cross-legged, his roots digging into the ground to absorb the power of the earth, his injuries were far more serious than Wu Yunchan imagined.

"You have to enter the Taoist sect to practice."

He knew that he had to find a way to become a disciple of the Taoist Sect, the inheritance of the Great Zen Temple was not only obtained by Wu Yunchan, if the exercises practiced by each heir were as powerful as the Lan Ting Sutra, plus the foundation of the divine medicine, if they sensed the artistic conception of the trail, Jiang Ming would be really dangerous.

Wu Yunchan should not participate in the Taoist assessment, he is too seriously injured and will not get better for a while. He is one of the supreme lineages of the Great Zen Temple, and it is also dangerous to enter the Taoist Sect, and the geniuses of the Taoist Sect are numerous, and they will take away his exercises.

He must practice in the land of spiritual rhyme, otherwise he will soon be caught up by the descendants of the Great Zen Temple. In contrast, whether Yun Jingyue participates in the assessment or not, Jiang Ming doesn't attach too much importance to it, she is scheming, but she does not have the power and danger of Wu Yunchan that crosses the realm.

"I shouldn't participate, her realm fell and was injured too much, at this time, she has to concentrate on recuperating her injuries, and her avenue will stop here, Yun Jingyue is a smart person and knows the trade-offs."

It was late at night again, Jiang Ming's injury went to seven or eight, and he was feeling the artistic conception of the trail. A flying book fell in front of Jiang Ming, he opened it casually, and it was Pei Youhuang who came with a secret method.

"The Pei family dragon will make a move on you."

He didn't have time to think about it, a bright light streaked by, runes flew, and a powerful aura made people unable to breathe.

Jiang Ming secretly shouted that it was not good, the power of runes, it was the great monk who made a move!

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