Chapter 210: Ascending to the Peak of the Extreme Realm

Qin Wuyang hesitated for a moment, and said angrily: "It's the power of the law phase......

"When that kid forcibly tore open the entrance of the teleportation formation, I felt that my eyes were familiar, where had I seen ......"

He must have used the legendary technique of inviting the gods to come up and invite his dead master to help him. ”

Baizu was stunned, "Please God come up?" ”

"That kid's master is so powerful........."

At this time, Zhang Jiao's fingers moved, and after a moment, he opened his pale lips and said dyingly: "He... He's a descendant of Taiqingdao, that kid...... Handful... Put the Zhou Maniac... Please come up......"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, and their faces became whiter.

Qin Wuyang frowned, "The first week madman in the world...... Are you sure he came up? ”

Zhang Jiao wanted to nod his head, but now he was too weak, his body hurt so badly that it was difficult to move his fingers.

All he could do was blink, "He... Admit it yourself..., I... My eight or nine... Xuan Gong was used by him... With a three-pointed two-edged knife method... Broken, Zhou... Zhou Maniac's... No one can stop the means. ”

The Power of the Dharma.........

Three-tipped, two-edged knife ......

Break the eight or nine Xuangong Dharma Body......

Qin Wuyang turned his head again and glanced at his broken arm, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "It is rumored that the Pure Yang Gong of Madman Zhou has reached the peak of the Extreme Realm!"

Your eight or nine mysteries... Only then did the seventh layer be built.

No wonder you broke your Dharma Body so easily............"

Baizu was stunned for a moment, "It's too Qingdao!" You're talking about the Taiqing Dao that is as famous as the Heavenly Master's Mansion at the beginning of the Dao and is regarded as the best of the arts........."

Zhang Jiao opened his lips with difficulty, "...... right"

Baizu's eyes were in a trance, and he was glad for the rest of his life after the catastrophe: "It is really a blessing to be able to pick up a life from Zhou Feng's hands, and it is even more fortunate that the kid is only in the realm of Jindan,

It should be that the body can't bear it, so in the end, he hurriedly slapped it and it won't be done, otherwise ......"

He didn't say everything about the rest of the story, but everyone understood what he meant.

When Zhang Jiao was just rescued, the fierceness in the eyes of the young man who tore the formation with both hands made everyone tremble, and they had no doubt that if the other party was given a few more breaths, or if the teleportation formation was opened earlier, after tonight, only Zhang San and Li Si who went to Putuo Temple would be left in the "Heavenly Gift".

Putuo Temple!

Zhang Jiao's eyes widened, "Putuo Temple...... That kid will go to Putuo Temple to make trouble! ”

After speaking, Zhang Jiao's eyes went dark and he fainted again.

“……………”

Seeing that Zhang Jiao suddenly lost consciousness again, everyone was silent for a while.

Although his words are a bit bullish and inexplicable, it is ...... Qin Wuyang still said something.

"Baizu, Putuo Temple is Zhang San and Li Si are in charge, they are not that kid's opponent, you borrow the insect body to go over and take the two of them back,

Don't entangle with the Taiqing Dao heirs, if you find someone, go directly,

Also, help me find an arm back. ”

Baizu nodded, "Okay, I'll activate the insect body left in Putuo Temple." After saying that, Baizu trembled and pinched his hand print, and after a while, his body cracked open, turning into countless adult centipedes, crawling around.

The carapace of each centipede was almost covered with cracks, and the dark green centipede blood seeped out along the wounds, and groups of centipedes crawled on the ground, and finally burrowed into the cracks in the rock walls of the cave.

When the centipedes were scattered, many people showed a look of disgust in their eyes.

At this time, someone sighed,

Alas~~~

"I have to admit that the Hundred Feet exercise is very life-preserving, and if the real body is damaged, it will be immediately converted into the insect body prepared in advance, and the insect body will become a real body, and the injury will be wiped out immediately."

The other person snorted, "Indeed, in this accident, the one who was least affected by the palm power was Baizu." ”

He turned his head and asked Qin Wuyang, "Boss, what should I do with the loss this time?" ”

Qin Wuyang didn't think about it, and said slowly: "The vitality is seriously injured, first stabilize the injury, wait for the residual power of the law phase in the body to be dispersed, and after the conditions are completed and completed, then settle the score."

First, while recuperating from the injury, the statue of ghosts and gods was arranged. ”

"Good!"

"That's all for now."

A group of "Heavenly Gift" members immediately sat cross-legged, and the true qi in their bodies operated for one week after another, and began to suppress the injuries in their bodies.

The other side.

Thousands of miles away from the county in front of the Putuo Temple Mountain Gate, it was late at night, no one outside the door, suddenly, the air on the slate became blurred, a moment, everything returned to normal, there was a long-haired boy wearing Tai Chi Liangyi Taoist robes on the slate, and his hair was a little messy.

When the moon is in the sky,

In the evening breeze, three thousand strands of hair flew around along the wind, Tang Xian picked up the sandalwood hairpin and held his hair behind his head, and then fixed it.

Looking at the temple in front of him, Tang Xian had a lot of thoughts, and his emotions were pulled back to a few years ago, vaguely, as if he saw a little novice sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door, and beside him, there was also a young girl, standing shoulder to shoulder.

“……………”

"I haven't been here for a long time," two or three years have passed in a blink of an eye, and things have long been different.

But fortunately, there was no resentment in it, let alone murderousness, all kinds of signs indicated that it was the right time for him to come, and he arrived before Zhang San and Li Si.

"It's good that it's not late......"

He has a bit of mixed feelings, how to say it............

Positive and negative, more guilt.

Tang Xian walked to the door of the temple, abandoned all superfluous emotions, slowly put his hand on the door, and knocked unhurriedly.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

After knocking several times, Tang Xian put down his hand and waited quietly at the door, and after waiting for about three minutes, there was a sound of footsteps in the door.

A man ran to the door and asked through the panel, "Is there a benefactor outside the door?" ”

"Yes." Tang Xian responded.

"Donor, the night is dark, the monks of this temple have rested, if you burn incense and worship the Buddha, please come again tomorrow morning."

Tang Xian said: "Little master, I have something important to come, please open the door." ”

……………

The little novice in the door was silent for a moment, and then, with a creak, the two temple doors slowly opened.

Xiao Shami looked Tang Xian up and down, and when he saw Tang Xian wearing a Taoist robe, he was stunned, and immediately made a Buddhist etiquette with his hands folded.

"Amitabha, the donor is so familiar, the little monk always feels that he has seen it somewhere, but he can't remember it."

Tang Xian was also stunned for a moment when he saw Xiao Shami's face.

The other party didn't recognize Tang Xian, but Tang Xian recognized him at a glance, it was this little novice who received him three years ago, if I remember correctly, he seemed to be a disciple of Master Kusang.

Tang Xian smiled slightly, his upper body was upright, his hands were clasped together in front of his chest, and his left hand was hugged by his right hand, which was used to salute Daoist in return.

"Little master, I haven't seen you for a long time, but it's been good lately."

Xiao Shami's face was suspicious, he looked at Tang Xian, and said for a while: "Good, good, the little monk still hasn't recognized the donor." ”