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The water in the pool is cold and biting, and if ordinary people enter this pool, they are afraid that they will be frozen after a few breaths.

Song Mingjing was not affected at all, took a bath happily, scrubbed his robe again, and then jumped out of the pool.

Wearing a wet robe, the cold wind invaded, Song Mingjing was fine, his body trembled, and a large splash was scattered.

However, the robe was still wet, and Song Mingjing was latent and breathing, and the qi in his body was "rattling", like a stream of water.

It was as if a furnace had been installed in his body, and the raging heat diffused, the surface of his body heated up sharply, and after a while, a white mist evaporated from his robe.

Song Mingjing exhaled lightly, slowly blowing away the white mist, but the look on his face became more and more calm.

His conjecture was correct.

The two sutras of easy tendon and marrow washing do play a complementary role in the magic of vajra.

The three were superimposed, and the effect exceeded Song Mingjing's expectations, and the Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill, which had almost fallen into a state of stagnation, seemed to have a booster, and once again bravely advanced, taking a big step forward.

The original bottleneck was broken through, and with the breakthrough of the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill, it reversed the progress of the two meridians of Yi Jin and Washing the Pulp.

At this time, Song Mingjing felt that compared to before, his skills had at least tripled.

If he is allowed to fight with Wumei and Zhishan again, even if he does not rely on strength, in terms of skill alone, he should be able to overwhelm the two.

"It's a pity that King Kong is not bad, and his magic skills are not bad after all, and he has not been able to achieve great success."

Song Mingjing shook his head.

Immediately, he looked at the inside and outside of the valley, and from the changes in the weather of the seasons, he deduced that he had been practicing in this valley for at least three or four months.

Song Mingjing's face became strange.

He remembered that he had fed Yuan Tianyou, the prefect of Guangzhou, a pill of Heart Erosion Pill, and the attack cycle of this highly toxic was only within three or four months, and the first three times could still be suppressed by the antidote, and then the medicine stone had no doctor, so he could only wait for death.

Now Yuan Tianyou is afraid that it is already cold.

Theoretically speaking, even if there is no antidote for a while, he can still survive for a while, but Song Mingjing does not think that Yuan Tianyou can withstand the pain of thousands of knives and thousands of ants.

Death is death, and Song Mingjing sighed slightly.

A few months was enough time for his cheap father-in-law to control the power of the two vast, even if Yuan Tianyou wanted to fight back before he died, he would not be able to make a big storm with his empty prefect.

With a wave of his robe, Song Mingjing walked out of the canyon without hesitation, stretched out his arms, like a big bird spreading a pair of wings, and flew towards the mountains and forests.

His martial arts have soared, and he has the intention to try the current limit, so he let go of his steps, gathers his whole body strength, and runs like a gallop, with the wind whistling in his ears.

In the mountains and forests, it was like a small hurricane rushing by, dead trees and fallen leaves, sand and gravel smoke and dust were all swept up and scattered in all directions.

It didn't take long for Song Mingjing to probably understand his current skills, and he jumped into a leap, up to two zhang seven or eight, and if he swept forward, he could reach about five zhang.

Just in terms of this light skill, in the Condor Trilogy, it can barely be regarded as a level of five uniques.

Song Mingjing liked to read martial arts novels when he was a teenager, and he remembered that there was a passage in the Condor Heroes, Zhou Botong jumped up in the Valley of Despair and jumped on the three-zhang high roof beam.

In terms of light skills, Song Mingjing may not be as good as the old naughty boy in the novel, but in terms of substantive combat power, Song Mingjing's combat power is more than one step above the five absolute levels.

It is not easy for the five masters to leave words on the stone with their fingers, and Song Mingjing grabbed it with one claw, and the strength goes, even if the stone is like wearing rotten soil, the stele cracks the stone with one palm, and the gold and iron are shattered!

If Song Mingjing can stay in this world for a long time, within a few years, there may be a martial arts myth freshly baked.

Out of the dense jungle, Song Mingjing flew down to a high place to look at the Nine Lotus Mountain, and when his eyes turned to the direction of the temple, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Hundreds of years after the temple was built, the vast and majestic Southern Shaolin Monastery has disappeared from sight at this moment, only puffs of dark smoke come out, staining the area into dark gray.

"Burning Southern Shaolin, has it come to this play?"

Song Mingjing sighed.

Seeing this scene, he immediately knew what was happening.

In the plot, after the white-eyed mixed yuan boy made great achievements, he broke through the mountain and went out of the mountain, in the name of revenge for Li Bashan and Lei Laohu, killed Shaolin and burned down the Zen temple.

He also colluded with the Qing court and asked the Qing soldiers to block the main road of Jiulian Mountain, in order to drive out Southern Shaolin.

Although some plots have been changed after Song Mingjing intervened, he couldn't change Bai Mei's grudge against Shaolin and Bai Mei's ambition to dominate the martial arts.

Any revenge is false, and the reason why Bai Mei killed Nan Shaolin is mainly to establish his authority, so as to deter the Jianghu martial arts.

After decades of hard work, Bai Mei is no longer willing to be just a Wudang master, he wants to become the first person in the martial arts and command the heroes.

Song Mingjing tapped the ground and flew out without dust.

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"Search the mountains for me! Don't let go of a bald donkey! ”

A cold cheer sounded outside the gate of South Shaolin Mountain, and the speaker was a scar-faced Taoist with an extremely fierce face, and his eyes were full of indescribable pride.

"I don't believe there are only these bald asses left!"

The Scarface Daoist raised his whip, and with a "snap", he slapped a monk whose hands were tied, shattering his robe and screaming.

There were dozens of monks at the scene who were tied with their hands tied, and their faces were strung together by hemp ropes, and they saw that the monk was beaten, and some of them were angry, staring at the scar-faced Taoist, and their teeth were gritted and "gurgling".

But they only struggled slightly, and the Wudang disciples and Qing soldiers who were guarding them unceremoniously punched and kicked.

More monks were dead, their eyes were blank, and they looked ahead in a daze.

What should have been a magnificent monastery was in ruins, with Buddhist halls crumbling and monasteries burning.

Ruins and broken walls, scorched beams and charcoal columns!

The fire burned for a day and night, and there was still no sign of extinguishing it, but as the wind swept in, the central area burned more and more vigorously, and the raging flames fluttered several feet into the air.

The scar-faced Taoist wiped the sweat from his forehead, and scolded those disciples and Qing soldiers fiercely: "Fang Shiyu, Hong Xiguan...... Wumei, Miao Xian...... You haven't caught any of these people, what a bunch of waste, what use do you want? ”

He scolded a few words, his anger could not be extinguished, and he wanted to whip the monks again, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Uncle Feng, you, ...... next to you." Those Wudang disciples and Qing soldiers raised their heads in surprise and looked directly at his side.

The Scarface Taoist turned his head inexplicably, only to see that there was one more person beside him at some point.

"Southern Shaolin's hundreds of years of foundation, I can't imagine that it will be ruined in one fell swoop, and the real teaching people sigh!"