Qiu Qianren staggered a few steps, looked at the long sword in his chest, and his face was full of disbelief: "No...... No way, how could I die in your little ...... In the hands of juniors? ”

Speaking of this, Qiu Qianren's backward footsteps stepped on a gravel on the street, and suddenly his body fell to the ground with his body on his back, a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth and nose, his eyes rolled straight, he had difficulty breathing, his hands and feet kicked wildly, and he looked like he was struggling for his life.

Seeing that Qiu Qianren was still struggling to die, Ling Muyun sneered, suppressed the injuries in his body, and stepped in front of Qiu Qianren.

At this time, although Qiu Qianren was bleeding all over the ground, his eyes were wide open, his body was constantly twitching slightly, and his hands and feet were struggling slowly, as if he was still delusional about being able to get up. This made Ling Muyun have to marvel at the strength of the vitality of the innate master, after being so seriously injured and bleeding so much, he could still support immortality, and he was about to catch up with Xiaoqiang!

Seeing Ling Muyun at a glance, Qiu Qianren's eyes, which had already begun to be a little sluggish, suddenly recondensed, revealing a touch of resentment, and his arm was slightly raised, but he had just raised it for a while, and then he fell down weakly. At the same time, his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he obviously had no strength to speak, although he tried desperately to speak, but the result was only two moans of "ho ho",

"Gang Master Qiu, don't continue to work in vain here, it's uncomfortable, let me relieve you, you don't have to thank me!"

As he spoke, Ling Muyun smiled coldly, and reached out to grasp the sword that belonged to him that was inserted in Qiu Qianren's body. Twist it hard. The sharp blade suddenly stirred in Qiu Qianren's body with his twist, and Qiu Qianren's heart, which had been penetrated, was suddenly twisted into a mess of rotten flesh.

And it's not just Qiu Qianren's heart. Even the wound was also ground into rotten flesh, and the wound that was originally only a gap suddenly turned into a rotten blood hole. Blood flowed out like a stream, and the air swarmed in along the irregular wounds, pouring into Qiu Qianren's chest, driving away and destroying Qiu Qianren's remaining vitality.

"You-" Qiu Qianren's face twitched violently twice, and he let out a low roar of pain, as if he was suddenly injected with strength, and one hand was suddenly raised and pointed at Ling Muyun, as if he wanted to say something.

However, this time the act of returning to the light also completely exhausted the last bit of vitality in his body, and the next words could not be spoken. Immediately after that, his eyes also dimmed. Breathing stopped completely, and the last remaining bit of vitality also passed away, but a pair of eyes were still wide open, staring at Ling Muyun deadly. Won't shut up anything. But it's a dead eye!

Looking at Qiu Qianren's dead fish eyes. Ling Muyun snorted coldly, he didn't care, he had been wandering the rivers and lakes for so long. There are more people who have died under him, and there is not only one Qiu Qianren who is dead, Ling Muyun has already been light, he can kill Qiu Qianren who is alive, how can he be frightened by a pair of dead eyes?

Ling Muyun pulled the long sword out of Qiu Qianren's body, put the sword into the sheath, glanced at Qiu Qianren's corpse, his heart moved, and immediately connected to the game system, opened the contribution exchange system, and exchanged a contribution value for a soul-grabbing function, and used it on Qiu Qianren.

As one of the top masters of the Condor World, Qiu Qianren is a character who can compete with the five peers in the world, once he is reborn in the main world by relying on the function of soul seizure, the help to Ling Muyun is too great.

Don't look at Qiu Qianren's strength in the Condor Shooting World, which is comparable to Ling Muyun's, but if he goes to the main world where heaven and earth are full of vitality, Qiu Qianren's strength will definitely double.

To be able to become one of the top figures in the world, Qiu Qianren's qualifications, perseverance, understanding and other aspects can be said to be one in a million, but because of the thin heaven and earth vitality of the Condor World, he only stopped at the innate primordial realm. Once you go to the main world with abundant vitality, it is equivalent to a dragon entering the sea, and the power that can burst out will definitely surprise people.

With the completion of Ling Muyun's contribution exchange, a spiritual light that only Ling Muyun could see suddenly fell from the sky and shot on Qiu Qianren's body. Qiu Qianren's body luster suddenly dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then a phantom figure surrounded by energy points of light flew out from above the corpse.

The phantom is not very solid, but it can be seen that it is Qiu Qianren's appearance, but at this time, his face is full of blank expressions, obviously he has not fully understood his current state, until he saw the stiff body on the ground, a trace of sudden and desperate color appeared on his face, and then he turned his eyes to see Ling Muyun, the killer enemy, and suddenly his eyes seemed to be about to erupt fire.

It's just that because he has died, although he is resentful, he has no choice but to watch. Then as soon as the spiritual light that fell from the sky was collected, Qiu Qianren flew into the sky with the spiritual light with a face full of unwillingness and disappeared.

At the same time, Ling Muyun also felt that his contribution points had been deducted by a hundred points in an instant, and a wave of information poured into his mind. After reading this information, Ling Muyun knew that the exchange had been completed, and now Qiu Qianren's soul and the power in his body had been included in the system space, as long as his soul returned to the main world, he would be able to use the corpse to return to the body and be reborn.

After the soul was snatched away, Ling Muyun no longer looked at the corpse on the ground. When Qiu Qianren was alive, he was of course a fierce existence, but after he died, he was just an ordinary corpse, no different from ordinary peddlers, pawns, and even flower beggars after he died, and it was no longer worth his attention.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a noisy footsteps mixed with shouts faintly coming from a distance, presumably from the officers and soldiers who chased out and the escort. In order to avoid trouble, Ling Muyun abandoned Qiu Qianren's corpse, jumped directly onto the roof of the shop on the street, and flew away into the distance.

If it was a stable season, he might have been kind enough to find a place to dig a pit for Qiu Qianren to bury. Now that there are officers and soldiers searching for him, he doesn't have the heart to abuse that kindness, so Qiu Qianren will leave it to these officers and soldiers who are chasing him to clean up.

Ling Muyun flew through the house and crossed the ridge all the way back to Jinhuaju, where everyone had stayed before. When I arrived at the inn, I saw that Huang Rong, Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong had all returned, and there was another person leaning motionless against the corner, it was the Lingzhi Master that Ling Muyun asked Huang Rong to bring back.

The acupuncture points on the Lingzhi Master's body were sealed by Ling Muyun himself, and it was not strange that he couldn't move, but looking at the way his eyes were gurgling, but he couldn't make the slightest sound, it seemed that the dumb acupoint was also hit. However, when he thought of the Venerable Master's mouth, which was not clean and mixed with Han and Tibet, Ling Muyun was also relieved, it was estimated that Huang Rong thought he was noisy. So let him shut his mouth.

"Brother Yun. Why is your face so bad, it's okay, right? As soon as she saw Ling Muyun coming back, Huang Rong immediately stepped forward and asked with a worried face.

Seeing that Hong Qigong and Zhou Botong were also concerned. Ling Muyun smiled and said, "It's just a little bit of internal injury. It's not a big deal, just rest for a while. ”

Hong Qigong asked, "Ling Xiaoyou, didn't you go after Qiu Qianren?" What do you think. Have you ever caught up with him? ”

Ling Muyun nodded: "Caught up, he has now gone to another world, and he can no longer be a lackey of the Jin people." ”

"What? Qiu Qianren is dead! ”

Hong Qigong couldn't help but be taken aback, and he suddenly got up. No wonder he was surprised, Qiu Qianren's martial arts he knows best, one hand of iron palm skills can be called the best in the world, Qiu Qianren and him fought hundreds of moves, but only a slight advantage, if you want to win, at least you have to move a thousand moves up.

This is still because he has studied the two great miracles of nine yin and nine yang, and his martial arts have entered the realm a lot, if it is at the original level, whether he can beat Qiu Qianren is still two words. But such a big master actually died under Ling Muyun's hands, how could this not shock Hong Qigong?

In addition to being shocked, Hong Qigong was also full of emotion in his heart, Ling Muyun was able to attack and kill Qiu Qianren, which had to make Hong Qigong reevaluate Ling Muyun's martial arts. Even if Ling Muyun was the first to sneak attack, being able to succeed and retreat with his whole body was enough to prove that Ling Muyun's strength was not much weaker than Qiu Qianren, otherwise it would never be like this.

Although Hong Qigong had already known that with Ling Muyun's martial arts and potential, it was only a matter of time before he caught up with him, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. For a while, I couldn't help but feel that "the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach"!

Zhou Botong also shouted: "What? Brother, did you kill Qiu Tiezhang? Ah, why don't you leave him to my brother and me, I still want to fight with him, and I will have his iron palm kung fu for a while, brother, how can you kill him? What a mistake! ”

Seeing Zhou Botong complaining about Ling Muyun, Huang Rong was suddenly unhappy, and said coquettishly: "Old naughty boy, you have messed up things yourself, and you still have the face to say that I am Brother Yun?" ”

When Zhou Botong heard this, he immediately shouted angrily: "Why did I mess things up? ”

Huang Rong was stunned and said, "You still dare to refute, let me ask you, what did we do in the palace before?" ”

Seeing Huang Rong put on this appearance, Zhou Botong suddenly became short of breath, and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you say what to eat mandarin duck five treasures!" ”

"You just remember to eat, but what else is there to eat?"

"There's also fighting with the old poison and messing with their good deeds."

Huang Rong sneered and said, "It turns out that you still remember, then let me ask you, what did Ouyang Feng and them do when they went to the palace, do you remember?" ”

Zhou Botong pursed his lips and said, "Isn't it just to steal Wu Mu's suicide note, what can't I remember." ”

Huang Rong slapped his hand and said, "Yes, they went to steal Wu Mu's suicide note, and wanted to take it back and use Yue Wumu's method to train and command the army of the Jin State, and then come to attack the Great Song Dynasty." We're fighting with them to keep them from succeeding. ”

"When we were in the palace before, Brother Yun went to chase and kill Ouyang Feng, Qigong and Qiu Qianren fought fiercely, I didn't have good martial arts and caught such a monk, and I couldn't make a move, you are the most idle among us, but what are you doing? Have you ever taken back the Wu Mu suicide note that Yan Honglie stole from? ”

Zhou Botong was dumbfounded, it turned out that when he was in the palace before, he was originally chasing Wanyan Honglie and others, and he also fell after Yan Honglie and others fought several times, but later the palace guards rushed to find him trouble, so he got into a fight with the palace guards, leaving Wanyan Honglie and others behind, and as a result, Wanyan Honglie and others took the opportunity to run away, as for Wu Mu's suicide note, it had long been forgotten outside the clouds. At this time, when Huang Rong asked, she was speechless.

Hong Qi said fairly: "Yes, old naughty boy, you really made a mistake this time." If Wanyan Honglie, the golden thief, takes Yue Wumu's suicide note on the art of war back to the Jin Kingdom and trains the army to command the battle in accordance with the law, it will inevitably cause great losses to the Great Song Dynasty, then we will really become the sinners of the Great Song Dynasty! ”

Zhou Botong whispered aggrievedly: "That, didn't I forget, you didn't remind me at that time." ”

Ling Muyun was familiar with the plot, and naturally knew that Wanyan Honglie had not stolen Wu Mu's suicide note at all, and the real Wu Mu's suicide note was still hidden in the forbidden land of the Iron Palm Gang at the top of the middle finger peak of the Iron Palm Peak, so he was actually not in a hurry at all.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little bad, Ling Muyun smiled slightly and said, "Actually, it's not a big deal. After Yan Honglie, he got Wu Mu's suicide note. He also has to be sent back to the Jin Kingdom to play a role, so we just need to intercept him before he returns to the Jin Kingdom, can't we? Now that Qiu Qianren is dead, Ouyang Feng has also been severely injured by my sneak attack, and there is no threat in a short time. What is left around Wanyan Honglie is just some wine bags and rice bags. We just need to find them. It's time to take Wu Mu's suicide note back. ”

When everyone heard Ling Muyun say this, they felt that it was the same thing, and besides, it had already happened. It was useless to complain about Zhou Botong again, so he didn't say anything anymore. Zhou Botong glanced at Ling Muyun gratefully, and his heart was still his brother's interest, and he stood up to relieve him at the critical moment, and did not bow in vain.

"Brother Yun, I still have the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill that Senior Brother Lu gave me last time, you might as well take one." At this time, Huang Rong walked in front of Ling Muyun, took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and handed it to Ling Muyun.

Although the Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pill is precious, it is nothing to Huang Rong, even if there is no medicine donated by Lu Chengfeng before, as the daughter of Huang Yaoshi, Huang Rong has never lacked this kind of life-saving elixir around her. Seeing that her brother Yun was injured internally, how could she not hurry up and take it out?

Ling Muyun stretched out his hand to take it, but he didn't immediately pull out the cork and pour the medicine, but glanced at a few people present, and said, "My injury is not very serious, I am not busy taking medicine in advance, let's leave here first." There is such a big commotion in the palace tonight, and the government will definitely search and take people, and I'm afraid we won't be safe here. ”

Everyone has always been the same, so they agreed to leave Lin'an City overnight and return to Niujia Village outside the city to settle down.

At that moment, everyone packed their luggage and prepared to leave secretly, Huang Rong looked at the Lingzhi Master who was blocked by the wall and couldn't move, and asked Ling Muyun, "Brother Yun, what should I do with this monk?" Do you take him with you, or do you want to get rid of him on the spot? ”

A look of horror flashed in the Venerable Master's eyes, and at the same time he turned his pleading gaze on Ling Muyun, obviously he also knew that his fate at this time was completely in Ling Muyun's hands, as long as Ling Muyun crooked his mouth, his little life would be gone!

Ling Muyun glanced at the Venerable Lingzhi, nodded and said, "Bring him with you, I want him to be useful." ”

He wasn't moved by the Venerable Master's pleading gaze, but the Venerable Master was really useful to him. It was only when he had been in the palace that he had listened to the Venerable Master Lingzhi scolding people in Tibetan, and it suddenly occurred to him that the Venerable Master Lingzhi was born in Tibetan Tantra.

Because Tibet is adjacent to Tianzhu, the birthplace of Buddhism, and Buddhism was first introduced to Tibet from Tianzhu, and then to the Central Plains, many people in Tibetan Buddhism know Sanskrit, and the Venerable Master Lingzhi is a master of Tibetan Tantra, and it is very likely that he is proficient in Sanskrit.

Originally, Ling Muyun came out of Peach Blossom Island this time, thinking of going south to Dali to find Tianzhu Monk, the junior disciple of Nandi after becoming a monk, and asking him to help translate the Sanskrit general outline of the Nine Yin Sutra. If the Venerable Master knew Sanskrit, he would not have had to travel long distances to Dali, Yunnan.

Moreover, Ling Muyun's intention to capture the Venerable Master Lingzhi was not limited to this, since the Venerable Master Lingzhi was a famous master in Tibetan Tantra, he must have a deep understanding of Tantric martial arts, and Ling Muyun also took this opportunity to get a glimpse of it. Other tantric martial arts were not enough, especially the dragon elephant Prajna Gong used by the Golden Wheel Dharma King later made Ling Muyun the most moved.

As far as Ling Muyun knew, although the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong was a powerful Dharma Protector Skill in Tibetan Tantra, it was not a secret practice in Tantra, and many people in Tantra knew the cultivation method of this divine skill.

Just because this exercise is very special, it is divided into thirteen layers, and the first level of kung fu is very simple and easy, even if the person with stupid qualifications can practice it in one or two years as long as it is taught. The second layer is twice as deep as the first and takes three or four years. The third layer is twice as deep as the second layer, and it takes seven or eight years. This increases exponentially, and the further you go, the harder it is to progress. After reaching the fifth level, if you want to go deeper, you often have to work hard for more than 30 years.

Tibetan Tantra is a sect, and there have been many monks and monks from generation to generation, but this thirteen-layer dragon elephant is like a skill, but no one has ever been able to practice more than ten layers. If someone is a thousand years old, they will eventually reach the thirteenth realm, but their life span is limited, how can they live for a thousand years?

Therefore, if the eminent monks and monks in Tantric Buddhism want to practice to the seventh or eighth level before the end of the heavenly year, they have to be rash, and this time they often fall into a great danger of not being able to reach it quickly. During the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a monk in Tibet who practiced to the ninth layer, continued to be brave and diligent, and when he reached the tenth layer, the demon suddenly rose, and he couldn't control himself, and finally danced wildly for seven days and seven nights, and died from the end of his life.

It is precisely because of this characteristic of the dragon elephant prajna gong that although once this skill is practiced, its power can be called the first of many tantric practice methods, but it is not kept secret in tantra, and because this exercise is authentic and solid and stable, the vast majority of tantric people will be taught the basic method of this exercise for the purpose of building a foundation.

It's just that the vast majority of Tantric people will choose to practice other martial arts methods after they have achieved a small degree in martial arts, and they are not willing to waste their good time on this extremely time-consuming exercise.

For example, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who will come to Middle-earth to show off his martial arts in more than ten years, is practicing this skill. When the Golden Wheel Dharma King came to the Central Plains for the first time, he only cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong to the ninth layer, and he was already a top master who could compete with the five peers in the world.

Later, the Golden Wheel Dharma King successfully practiced this skill to the tenth layer of the realm for the first time, and when he came to Middle Earth again, Huang Yaoshi and other five peerless people were inferior to him, and Qiu Qianren, who had been a monk at that time, was shocked to death by him with the power of the palm because of his palm.

Of course, because of the addition of Ling Muyun's variable, Qiu Qianren had already been killed by him, and he could no longer die under the hands of the Golden Wheel Dharma King, but Ling Muyun knew the power of the Dragon Elephant Praruo Gong, and he also coveted this exercise.

It's just that he can't go to Tibet to ask for the Golden Wheel Dharma King, who is still practicing in Tantra, so he can only give up, but this time the Lingzhi Master let him see the opportunity. Even if he does not know Sanskrit and cannot translate the Sanskrit outline of the Nine Yin Sutras, it would be a great gain if he could get the practice of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong from his mouth. (To be continued......)