In the face of the secret technique of Buddhism, Ning Heng was almost unprepared and fell into the move, not to mention that his soul was injured, and his body also fell into an embarrassing situation of being unable to move.

"Amitabha, poor monks don't like to kill, but if you have a different position, the poor monks will abolish your cultivation."

Monk Xuancheng showed a faint smile on his face, and raised his hand to blast towards Ning Heng.

This palm can be said to be unexpected, and it will inevitably fall on Ning Heng's body.

Because at this moment, Ning Heng's body was shattered by the Brain Shattering Divine Sound, his soul was already injured, and his body was difficult to move, even if he saw Monk Xuancheng's palm attacking, he couldn't react at all.

Ning Heng was secretly anxious in his heart, annoyed that he was so careless and underestimated the insidious methods of these Buddhist monks.

Just when Ning Heng felt that his body was about to be scrapped, suddenly a faint blue light gushed out from the Huanyu Divine Bead, which directly submerged into Ning Heng's forehead.

The next moment, Ning Heng only felt a burst of relief in his soul, and the feeling of pain disappeared suddenly.

In an instant, Ning Heng's eyes regained their clarity, and in the face of this palm attacked by Monk Xuancheng, Ning Heng's anger surged, and the power of thunder and lightning in his body gushed out.

Gulei Fist!

Rumble!!!

Everyone present only felt that the silver rays flashed in front of them, and the figure of Monk Xuancheng was almost completely engulfed by the silver rays.

As long as a few people can see it, in that dazzling silver light, the two figures are constantly clashing and clashing, and the sound of fists and feet colliding is constantly coming out.

"This can't be! Hit the Brain Shattering Divine Sound, how can he still move? "There are Buddhist masters who are shocked and incredulous.

"This Ning Heng is a little too evil!" The other said in a complicated tone.

Among the crowd of the three sects, Yin Chunqiu and several other Ning Xundao's henchmen looked at each other, and they were in the most complicated mood at the moment.

They are members of the Three Sects, and it stands to reason that they should consider it from the standpoint of the Three Sects, but they also know Ning Heng's true identity, if they let the masters of the Three Sects kill Ning Heng, then Ning Xundao will inevitably be furious after knowing about this, and there will inevitably be turmoil within the Three Sects at that time.

Yin Chunqiu and the others were a little entangled in their hearts, should they come forward to stop it? If they come forward to stop it, then what kind of reason should be used to convince these people of the three sects?

Could it be that he told the secret that Ning Heng was the son of the Imperial Lord Ning Xundao? This is absolutely impossible, Ning Xundao had already instructed a few of them, no matter what, the fact that Ning Heng was the son of Ning Xundao could not be exposed, especially for these people of the three sects, let alone let them know.

But if this secret was not revealed, there seemed to be no other way to prevent the people of the Three Sects from making a move against Ning Heng.

Yin Chunqiu was very conflicted, for fear that Ning Heng would have something to say, and he would not be able to explain to Ning Xundao.

However, seeing that Ning Heng could actually fight with Monk Xuancheng at the same time, and still faintly gain the upper hand, this made Yin Chunqiu a little relieved.

He still remembered that when Ning Heng was in the northern Linzhou, he was chased by the Heavenly Saint Academy and ran around, but he still came forward to relieve Ning Heng of the siege.

It's only been two short years, and Ning Heng's strength has already improved to such a point, which is really amazing.

The silver light gradually dispersed, and the respective figures of Ning Heng and Monk Xuancheng were revealed.

But I saw that Monk Xuancheng's face was solemn, the robe on his body was slightly messy, and his breath was not as calm and calm as before.

But Ning Heng seemed to be getting braver and braver the more he fought, and his momentum became stronger and stronger.

"You have been hit by the poor monk's broken brain, why has it not affected at all? You just showed signs of soul wounds! Monk Xuancheng asked with difficulty.

Ning Heng sneered: "It's just a broken brain, and it can't hurt me Ning someone." ”

Having said that, in fact, Ning Heng was indeed injured by his soul just now, and it was not light.

But at the critical juncture, there was a pure soul power coming from the Cosmos Divine Bead, which made Ning Heng's soul injury heal quickly, and there was no impact at all.

And this pure soul power was exactly the same as the soul power that appeared when Ning Heng and Dugu Xuan's soul were competing at the beginning.

Although he was surprised in his heart, Ning Heng had experienced it once after all, and he was a lot calmer at the moment.

Monk Xuancheng was obviously stimulated by Ning Heng's words, and roared angrily, and a golden lion phantom appeared faintly behind him.

The lion roars at the Buddha Gate!

Ning Heng had seen this secret method as early as in the Imperial Sacred Academy, and it was performed by a Buddhist descendant at that time, and his power was very extraordinary.

But compared with the lion roar of Buddhism performed by Xuan Cheng at this moment, the lion roar performed by the descendant of Buddhism at the beginning was obviously much worse.

The lion's roar displayed with the cultivation of Monk Xuancheng was enough to hit anyone under the same realm hard.

But Ning Heng was not injured!

He just felt a buzzing in his ears, and it didn't affect his body or soul at all.

"How is that possible?" Monk Xuancheng was shocked again.

Ning Heng grinned and sneered, and with a wave of his rusty sword flew into Ning Heng's hand.

"Fat monk, you should be defeated too!"

With the rusty sword in his hand, Ning Heng's whole person's momentum seemed to become fierce, and when the sword was swung, the sharp sword blade went straight to Monk Xuancheng.

In the face of such a sharp sword, although Monk Xuancheng said that he was not afraid, he had seen the power of this rusty sword before, so he did not have the slightest carelessness.

I saw this Xuancheng monk wave his sleeves, and a string of golden prayer beads flew out of his wide sleeves.

The rosary went straight to the attacking sword with a golden brilliance.

The moment the rosary touched the sword, he saw that the sword gradually dimmed, and all the sword qi was sucked into the rosary.

It can be seen with the naked eye that when the sword qi has dissipated, there are many cracks in a Buddhist bead on the rosary, and it seems that it will be completely shattered as long as it is gently pinched.

Ning Heng frowned slightly, this rosary could actually absorb the sword qi of the rusty sword.

"I'd like to see how much you can take for this?" Ning Heng snorted coldly, swung his sword again, and the sword qi roared.

The rosary was still in front of the Xuancheng monk, and just like the situation just now, the sword qi dissipated and was sucked away by the rosary.

Seeing this, Ning Heng decisively changed his strategy, did not continue to swing the rusty sword, and with a single step under his feet, the Golden Crow Holy Flame burst out.

Monk Xuancheng was indifferent, the rosary moved again, all the flames were sucked into the rosary, and the naked eye could see that a Buddha bead on the rosary showed a charred appearance.

Ning Heng understood at this moment, every Buddha bead on this rosary could absorb all kinds of power, not to mention absorbing sword qi, even his own Golden Crow Holy Fire would be sucked away.

In this way, Ning Heng felt a little tricky.

"Xuan Cheng, how long are you going to fight like this? We don't have the patience to keep waiting. Just then, someone came out of the door. The person of this gate is an old man with a snow-white face, crane hair and a childish face, and he looks quite a bit of fairy wind and bones out of the dust.

The old man was dressed in white, with a white whisk in his hand, plus his face, hair and eyebrows were white, and the whole person looked extraordinarily white.

Ning Heng glanced at the white-clothed old man, who also looked at Ning Heng, his eyes full of coldness and murderous intent in his eyes that had experienced vicissitudes.

Monk Xuancheng looked at the white-clothed old man with some dissatisfaction: "Daoist Chongyun doesn't have to make a move, it's enough for this son to be dealt with by a poor monk." ”

The white-clothed old man, who was called the head of Chongyun Dao, sneered: "Let you deal with it alone, I don't know how long it will take to deal with it?" Are so many of us just waiting? What a joke. ”

Monk Xuancheng was a little angry, but after all, he didn't say anything, and he himself realized that if he was alone, if he wanted to take Ning Heng in a short period of time, I am afraid it was a little unrealistic.

Although he has no face, but at the moment, the people of the Three Sects really can't delay here, and they are blocked by a mere Ning Heng, which is really a bit unusual.

"Count me in." In the middle of the Confucian sect, a woman in green clothes walked out.

The woman in green clothes had a cold expression, and her appearance was passable, but she looked a little old, and her sideburns were slightly gray.

"Hehe, if you have a deputy courtyard master to help, we will definitely be able to succeed immediately." Chongyun said with a smile, but there was a bit of playfulness in his tone.

The woman in Tsing Yi ignored the ridicule in Chongyun Laodao's tone, and looked directly at Ning Heng.

"If you push it away now, we can still let you live, if you insist on blocking the way, don't blame me for being ruthless." The woman in Tsing Yi said in an indifferent tone.

Ning Heng was very calm and calm on the surface, but in his heart he was secretly complaining.

Although he had already been mentally prepared to be outnumbered, but at the same time, he had to face three masters of the Little Immortal Realm, and Ning Heng was still a little worried in his heart.

There is no way, Xiao Changsheng is Xiao Changsheng after all, it is not comparable to ordinary martial artists, if it is Ning Heng in a normal state, one-on-one is not the opponent of any Xiao Changsheng martial artist.

Even if he temporarily obtained the strength boost brought by the jade slip, Ning Heng could only face a small immortal martial artist without being defeated, if he faced three at the same time, Ning Heng would definitely not be able to bear it.

Moreover, the power of this jade slip is only temporary, although Ning Heng still has spare strength at the moment, but after a long time, the strength is exhausted, and Ning Hengke does not have any capital to confront him head-on.

However, the current situation could no longer allow Ning Heng to have any thoughts of retreating, so he could only hold on.

"Humph! What about the three? I'd rather someone stand here, and you're here to kill me. Ning Heng said very heroically.

Chongyun Lao Dao looked sarcastic: "Don't hold it hard, we can see as much as you can, and when the power of that jade slip fades, any one of us will be enough to capture you alive." ”

Ning Heng secretly scolded in his heart, this old way was really not a fuel-efficient lamp, and he could see at a glance that he was pretending.

However, it should still be pretended, Ning Heng was not afraid, the rusty sword in his hand was horizontal in front of him, and his eyes were staring at the three people fiercely.

The demon clan boy who had been standing not far away was standing beside Ning Heng at this moment, looking at him, it seemed that he wanted to fight side by side with Ning Heng.

Ning Heng glanced at him and said with a smile: "What? Do you want to help me? ”

The demon boy shook his head: "I don't want to die, I may have a way out if I follow you, and I will definitely die if I follow them." ”

Ning Heng didn't know what to say, but it was a pity that the strength of this demon clan boy was not strong enough, if he could reach the Six Transformations Cultivation, with the strength of his Purple Heart Demon Ape body, it shouldn't be too difficult to deal with a few little immortal martial artists at the same time.

It's a pity that the demon clan boy is only in the realm of the demon king, even if he is a purple-hearted demon ape, he can't be the opponent of the little immortal martial artist.

"You'd better step aside, your strength is too weak, and it will only become a burden to me." Ning Heng said unceremoniously.

The demon boy's face was red, but he didn't insist, and silently retreated to the side.

Ning Heng looked at the eight-headed snake who had been indifferent and stood by, and couldn't help but scold: "How long the fuck do you want to watch the play?" ”

The eight-headed snake suddenly glared at Ning Heng angrily, Ning Heng was not afraid, and also stared at a pair of eyes.

"Hmph, I've recovered a little from my injury, so I'll just help you block it." The eight-headed snake said.

Hearing this, Ning Heng didn't react yet, and the three sects were in a bit of a commotion.

Xuan Cheng, Chongyun Daoren, and the woman in green clothes all changed their expressions, and they all looked at the eight-headed snake.

"Do the seniors really want to get involved?" Monk Xuancheng said in a somewhat solemn tone.

The eight-headed snake was expressionless: "The benefits that this kid promised to this seat have not been fulfilled, and this seat naturally can't let him die in your hands." ”

Xuan Cheng and the three looked at each other.

Ning Heng saw that the eight-headed snake really wanted to help him block the people of the three sects, and his heart immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

If the eight-headed snake didn't make a move, Ning Heng would have to use the power left by Lian Hongchen to protect himself except to flee into the cave to escape.

However, Ning Heng was reluctant to choose these two options, after all, the former was too dangerous, and the latter was Ning Heng's life-saving hole card, and he really didn't want to use it until he had to.

"Senior, your injuries haven't healed yet, so it's better not to get involved, so as not to make it difficult to get out." Chongyun Lao Dao squinted his eyes and said.

When the eight-headed snake heard this, he immediately laughed: "The injury has not healed yet, and it is enough to clean you up." ”

Chongyun Lao Dao snorted coldly, and when he looked back, he saw more than a dozen people coming out of the three sects, all of whom were cultivators with a small immortal realm.

Although the cultivation of these dozen or so people is high and low, after all, they are all genuine immortals, and each of them has a certain status among the three sects.

Except for Yin Chunqiu and the others, the masters of the three sects who entered the cave of the burial gods this time are basically here.

"Senior, if we join forces, I don't know how long you can hold on?" Chongyun Dao said with a sneer.

The eight-headed snake changed color slightly, and his current condition cannot be said to be very good, and his strength has only returned to about forty percent of his normal state.

It's okay to deal with four or five little immortals, but if these dozen or so little immortals besiege it, it's really a little hard to say.

Besides, if any of these three sect masters don't have one or two treasures on them, if there are really any powerful treasures, the eight-headed snake knows that he will definitely suffer.

The eight-headed snake secretly regretted, he originally thought that these people from the Three Sects would be afraid of him and dare not really do anything with him, but he didn't expect that these people from the Three Sects would really put on a posture to fight him, which made the Eight-Headed Snake a little embarrassed.

At this moment, in the dim and deep Dongxu behind Ning Heng, a low muffled roar suddenly sounded, and then a huge beast claw poked out from the cave.