Demon Conquering True Monarch Ming Xiaoyang, these seven words!

It has always been not very glorious, just because in the eyes of the immortals, the former judicial god and the current judicial god are simply the same dog.

The general is ruthless and selfless.

Agarwood and Xiaoyu also heard a lot about Ming Xiaoyang's great achievements at the beginning, but they did not accept him from the bottom of their hearts.

But after getting along for a while, they realized that this Demon Subduing True Monarch was like an unfathomable sea, and it was like a mountain that could not be seen, and it was inevitable that the mountain would look up.

Years have flown by.

Ming Xiaoyang taught Agarwood Qiankun Wuji Gong, perhaps because of his deep luck, this boy with low mana has entered the realm of true immortals all the way, if he starts to do it, I am afraid that he is still above his stupid mother, the Three Holy Mother Yang Chan.

Under Xiaoyu's penance, he cultivated the Heaven Splitting God Palm to the seventh form, and against Sun Wukong, even if he couldn't win, he could retreat with his whole body.

On this day, Ming Xiaoyang taught Agarwood to cultivate a gossip Tenglongyun.

Qiankun is heaven and earth, and gossip is everything.

Bagua Tenglongyun is a light technique that Ming Xiaoyang has repeatedly deduced with the heart of heaven and comprehended, once it is used, everything that is within the gossip can become an arm helper.

The speed is not very fast, it is thousands of miles in an instant, far less than Sun Wukong's somersault cloud, but it is still superior in subtlety.

Boom!

With the help of a big stone to drive the clouds and fog for thousands of miles, the agarwood came back again, and it was only about ten breaths before and after.

"Master, I've done it." Returning to Ming Xiaoyang's side, Agarwood said excitedly.

"Well, in such a short period of time, it is not bad for you to refine the gossip Tenglong Yun to such a level." Ming Xiaoyang bowed his head and said approvingly, "It seems that Ben Zhenjun is a disciple for the first time, and he can be regarded as a disciple!" ”

"Master." After getting along for a few years, Agarwood was also accustomed to the cynicism of his master, and shouted weakly.

"What's wrong?" Ming Xiaoyang looked at Agarwood and asked.

"When will you teach me the art of change?" Agarwood grabbed one of Ming Xiaoyang's arms and begged, "Master Zhu Bajie has thirty-six changes in Tiangang, and there are seventy-two changes in fighting and defeating Buddhas, and even Yang Jian has seventy-two changes, but I don't even have a little bit, if this is spread, it will be too embarrassing for you, master!" ”

Agarwood has always been keen on other people's changing skills, and now after learning martial arts and methods, he wants to seek a way to change.

"The Way of Change?" Ming Xiaoyang sneered, "It's just a small skill of carving insects." ”

Boom!

A snap of his fingers struck Agarwood's head and admonished, "Little ghost, remember, no matter how much your body shape changes, it is still a joke for the great supernatural powers. ”

"Because the great supernatural does not look at the face, but perceives your primordial spirit."

"Besides, Yang Jian's heavenly eyes and Sun Wukong's fiery eyes can see through changes, and cultivating the way of change is not of much use!"

"But I feel like I'm changing, it's very majestic!" Agarwood covered her head and muttered quietly.

"Okay." Seeing that Agarwood had made up his mind to cultivate a way of change, Ming Xiaoyang couldn't do anything with him, "I'll pass on your seventy-two changes for the better." ”

"Thank you, master." When Agarwood heard this, she was overjoyed and jumped up from the ground excitedly.

Seventy-two changes in the earth's evil!

The so-called seventy-two changes are not seventy-two individuals, but seventy-two kinds of objects.

For example, people, animals, or vegetation, there are 72 different variations, not just 72 different forms.

Within these seventy-two variations, there are all kinds of men, women, and children.

Ming Xiaoyang's seventy-two changes were obtained by him from Zhen Yuanzi, and he did not study them in depth.

Now teaching it to Agarwood is just fulfilling his promise to another person.

Agarwood is active by nature, cultivating seventy-two changes, bursting out with 120,000 points of enthusiasm, and it only took a year of hard work to roughly master it.

Of course, in his opinion, it has already been practiced!

On the other side, after Xiao Yu practiced the Heaven Splitting God Palm to the eighth form, he felt that he already had the ability to take revenge, and said goodbye to Ming Xiaoyang.

Ming Xiaoyang took the opportunity to let her out, as for what Xiaoyu would do, it was not within his consideration.

Give up hatred or become a madman filled with hatred!

Agarwood never knew that when he was learning art, there was another person in this Xiaoyao Palace who studied art together.

This person is still the little jade he misses so much!

………………

"Agarwood, let's go!"

At the beginning of the morning, the golden sunlight sprinkled down, illuminating the entire Xiaoyao Palace.

The whole palace is shrouded in boundless brilliance, and it is truly a beautiful wonderland.

Early in the morning, Ming Xiaoyang sent someone to find the agarwood, and said this as soon as they met.

"Let's go?" Hearing that Ming Xiaoyang let him leave, Agarwood was stunned, "Master, where do you want me to go?" ”

Ming Xiaoyang glanced at him and said, "What are you staying here for, aren't you here to save your mother?" ”

"I've taught you everything I can teach you now. Don't you hurry back to save your mother, and you still want your mother to stay at the foot of Mount Huashan for the rest of your life? ”

"Yes, master." Thinking of this stubble, Agarwood scratched her face embarrassedly, and smiled embarrassedly, "Master, don't worry, when I defeat Erlang God and rescue my mother, I will definitely come back to visit your old man." ”

"Old man?" Hearing what Agarwood called him, Ming Xiaoyang couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and his palms were lightly raised.

Syllable!

slapped Agarwood on the head, making his head hurt.

"Master, why are you beating me?" Agarwood was slapped for no reason, his eyes widened, and he complained.

Ming Xiaoyang said angrily: "Old man? Do you look old, master? ”

"Not old, not old at all." Faced with the murderous gaze of his cynical and moody master, Agarwood said very wisely.

"That's pretty much it." Ming Xiaoyang said with satisfaction, "As for defeating Erlang God, I still advise you not to dream." ”

"With your current ability, Yang Jian wants to kill you, and he doesn't even need the second move!"

"Master, why?" Agarwood dreamed of defeating his "ruthless" uncle Erlang God, and after studying art for several years, he thought that he was enough. Unexpectedly, he was easily denied by his teacher.

Ming Xiaoyang said calmly: "I can teach you powerful immortal arts, advanced martial arts, and even profound mystical skills, but there is one thing that cannot be taught." ”

"That's—the mana that has accumulated over the years!"

"Yang Jian has cultivated for three thousand years, and his mana is profound, do you think that after your hard work in the past few years, you can catch up with Yang Jian's thousand-year cultivation, right?"

"This?" Agarwood suddenly realized, and said in frustration, "Master, what should I do then?" I can't go to Yang Jian for revenge after cultivating for thousands of years, right? The daylilies are cold! ”

"Of course not." Ming Xiaoyang shook his head and pointed out a clear path for Agarwood, "You go to find the monkey of Sun Wukong, he will tell you how to increase mana!" ”