I don't know how long it took for Zhang Huen, who was trapped in the space, to return to "Jianghu Road", he woke up by a bonfire, and forced his injured body to get up.

"Amitabha, your injuries have already hurt the meridians, and it is not easy to move."

Zhang Huen looked for the voice, and saw an old monk in a white robe sitting next to him, and beside him sat a bearded man with dull eyes and a middle-aged woman with a bitter and hateful face.

"You saved me?"

"Amitabha, your heart proves that you are deeply trapped in the devil's path and cannot extricate yourself, and you should turn back as soon as possible, you must know 。。。。。。"

Zhang Huen didn't want to hear his broken thoughts at all, since he knew that his identity had not yet been killed, it meant that this old monk didn't want to kill himself at all, so he stood up strongly, the chaotic internal force in his body was suppressed by him with his mental power, he saw the direction of the North Star in the sky clearly, and was about to go to the north, but the old monk took advantage of his unpreparedness, pointed at his back, and a pure yang domineering internal force immediately poured into Zhang Huen's body, his hands and feet were suddenly paralyzed, and he fell to the ground with a thud, and the depressed qi in his heart gushed out, shouting:

"If you want to kill, you will kill, what kind of fame!"

"Proof, do you know that Shaolin has expelled you from the wall?"

Zhang Huen was terrified in his heart, but he had already been mentally prepared for this matter, and shouted at the moment:

"So what?"

"Your mentor, Master Xuanku, and Master Fang Zheng were all punished by you to sit in the Dharma Cave of Houshan for a hundred days。。。。。。

"It's just right, if you cultivate well, isn't it good to have a firm heart of the Buddha?"

"You!"

The bearded man suddenly went crazy and wanted to pounce on him, and the white-eyed old monk shouted:

"Tee!"

This man was obviously very afraid of the old monk, so he could only suppress his anger and sit down again, and the white-eyed old monk continued:

"The old man has a lamp, and his heart proves that you have now fallen into the devil's way. They are all trapped by love, all love will be, impermanence is rare for a long time, life is more fearful, life is in danger of morning dew, and love is worried. From love is terrible, if you are separated from your beloved. Worry-free and fear-free. Testifying, I heard that your Buddhist cultivation is very high, and the old man wants to take you back to Tianlong Temple to resolve the resentment and fear in your heart. Tee! ”

“。。。。。。”

Five big and three thick beards carried Zhang Huen on his shoulder, to be honest, Zhang Huen's body shape was indeed a little difficult for him, but fortunately, this person had brute strength, and he could walk like a fly with Zhang Huen on his shoulder. Zhang Huen's constant scolding didn't help. The four of them continued to walk in the southwest direction, at this time the rivers and lakes have gone from stable to chaotic, everywhere you can see are robbers and bandits, most of these robbers are practitioners, but there is no strong division with them as a backer, not a scholar, and they are not willing to work honestly, relying on a bit of brute force, practicing the crop style for a few days, and began to form a gang to occupy the mountain as the king. They did not dare to provoke the nobles, so they went to oppress the commoners and passed by the village. At a glance, you can see seven or eight robbers pulling a buffalo to run out, and the person in the middle is the leader at a glance, this guy is bareheaded and dancing with a ghost-headed big knife and rushing over, this is the sadness of AI settings, for this kind of low-level NPC, brother companies and Tiger Studios are not bothered to design their IQ at all, a simple money robbery, see people kill. It's so simple and brainless that the robbers who are on the rise don't even take the seemingly extraordinary first-class master seriously.

The master is not very pedantic. Seeing some gutless bandits who robbed houses, he stretched out his right index finger. Several golden internal force fingerings rushed over, and they easily and neatly killed these NPCs who didn't even have a name.

Seeing that Master Yideng was so strong, Zhang Huen felt that there was no hope of escaping, and the strength of his three-way barbarian was extremely great, so he had to resign himself to his fate and began to study Jiuyang Divine Skill on his shoulders.

The master of a lamp is also in the process of constantly farming monsters, and he seems to have the momentum of surpassing several emperors of the Duan clan in Dali. After they entered the territory of Dali, Zhang Huen's Jiuyang Divine Skill had been analyzed, and the first level of the Red Flame Blazing Sun was actually made by him like this, and at the same time, the first level of the Jiuyang Divine Skill also brought the benefit of increasing the progress of cultivating other martial arts by 10%, if it is practiced to the highest realm of the Nine Folds, I am afraid that the martial arts in the world can be used.

The meridians eroded by the cold internal force were healed after half a day of pranayama, such as the scorching internal force domineering internal force accelerated the metabolism in his body with the assistance of the Yijin Sutra, and the external injury was also recovered the next day.

After Master Yideng found Wu Santong tied up in the room, he could only chant:

"That's it, everything is fate, but he is too angry, and there must be another bloody storm on the rivers and lakes."

Zhang Huen escaped from the county seat, ran north for a while, ran straight into the deep mountains and dense forests, and then stopped, he looked at the sky in the north, and couldn't stop shaking his head, this goes to Zhongnan Mountain, where can he get half a benefit with his strength, the skill of the woman in red is at least a heavenly pole, relying on her own side to fight with others on the side of the small heavenly pole, but she was humiliated again.

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

Zhang Huen stood on the hill and roared towards the north, and after his hoarse exhaustion, he walked towards the bottom of the mountain in a dejected manner, now, in addition to diligent cultivation, is there any shortcut that can allow him to ascend to the sky in one step?

Three days later, a dirty monk was lying in the grass with the wine jar in his arms and opened his mouth to drink, the Zhiyang internal force of Jiuyang Shengong made him want to be fast, and the blazing internal force was scurrying in his meridians, relying on telekinesis and Yijin Sutra to barely maintain the defensive posture, Jiuyang Shengong is really not an ordinary person can cultivate, no wonder throughout the ages, only the ascetic master Jueyuan and Zhang Wuji, who is tortured by the Xuanming Divine Palm, have been able to cultivate to the highest realm. Oh no, the fire foreman is also one, but he practiced to the end of his madness.

When he found that fine wine could allow him to temporarily suppress the chaos of Jiuyang's internal force, he completely became a wine jar, but unlike alcoholics, the more he drank in his heart, the more he understood, and the more he drank, the more painful he became.

In the deep mountains and old forests, Zhang Huen sat on the ground, Jiuyang Shengong was stuck in the fourth layer, which made him very uncomfortable, could it be that his plan to cultivate internal strength was so frustrated? The scorching sun in the sky sprinkled some mottled points of light through the lush branches of the dense forest, Zhang Huen has been cultivating internal strength for a few days, and the internal force is more powerful, but there is no way to integrate the two internal forces, when running the Yijin Sutra, the whole body is warm and comfortable, and when running the Jiuyang Divine Skill, it is like baking on the stove, such days continue to torment Zhang Huen, half a day of heaven, half a day of hell, nothing more.

There is no time in the mountains, the cold is close to the year, from the cool autumn to the cold winter of the moon, Zhang Huen has survived in the mountains of Nanzhao for a quarter like a savage, and the miss of Mo Chou makes him even forget that he is making a movie, except for the occasional return to his own space, he can also understand his identity, as soon as he returns to the movie, the thoughts are like a poisonous snake wrapped around his heart, as the so-called heart has distracting thoughts, half the work, until the weather is gradually cold, his Jiuyang magic has taken a step, but after that, his progress is like a snail climbing a tree, it is difficult to get an inch.

His monk's robe has been tattered and he can't see the color, his hair rushes out again due to his sorrow all day long, the whole person is unkempt, like a beggar, the fifth Jiuyang Divine Skill plus the Yijin Sutra, looking at the rivers and lakes, not to mention the perverted heads of the various sects, his internal strength can be said to be top-notch among the actors. At least he has a firm foothold in Xiaotianji, but compared to the woman in red, the more Zhang Huen has a deep understanding of internal force cultivation, the more he can feel the gap between himself and her.

If that woman doesn't go crazy, it's okay, maybe she can still fight with her, but if she falls into madness, the kind of chill and mad dog-like attack that makes people feel like a mad dog, no matter how high her defense is, in this film, if you don't use the ability to defy the sky, I'm afraid you will only be slaughtered.

Rumors in the rivers and lakes have shown a gradual increase in recent months, first of all, the Xiaoyao Patriarch accidentally bumped into Zhuge Wuhou when he was traveling, the two of them fought for three days and three nights, the Xiaoyao Patriarch lost to Wuhou by half a move, according to the agreement, the Xiaoyao Patriarch went to Jinling Qiulong Temple to enjoy the treatment of the Wusheng Sect Keqing, more than a month later, Wuhou rushed to the Western Regions Gaochang country, and constantly used half of the forces of the Wuhou Gate to dig out the secluded Dugu and Aqing, Ah Qing and Dugu, who have become a couple, cooperate very tacitly, the two work together, three hundred moves to defeat Wuhou, who expected that Wuhou's Qimen Dunjia is too mysterious, the two are trapped in the eight formations, and they will not be able to take off in February; In the end, the two had to give in to Wuhou, and Wuhou locked the internal force with a praying star lock and escorted back to Qiulong Temple.

At this point, the eight saints of the world: sweeping monks, Zhang Sanfeng, Wang Chongyang, Huang Shang, Murong Longcheng, Dugu seeking defeat, A Qing, and Xiaoyao Ancestor were all wiped out by the Martial Saint Sect, and all of them were placed under house arrest, and the power of the Martial Saint Sect suddenly jumped to the top of the world, so that everyone in the major sects was in danger, and some of the Tianji masters who were stuck under the Martial Saint did not dare to cross the threshold of entering the saint from the sky in half a step, and they were afraid that they would be imprisoned in the eternal black cage of Jinling like those famous predecessors; Zhuge Wuhou is highly meritorious, Wusheng Sect professed Wuhou as Shenhou, Wuhou Gate changed its name to Shenhou Mansion, recruited good talents from all over the world to enter the house, recuperate, sharpen swords and guns, and have the meaning of unifying martial arts.

As for the attack between the various major sects, the fight has not stopped since the beginning, the Martial Saint Sect is happy to see them consume each other's strength, and also thinks of ways to let them kill each other, and the holy decree gives the sect the right to continue to expand its strength, and even throws out some county towns outside the big cities as bait, but there are some sects in the world that have to bite this bait, take the Wuyue Sword Sect, which is the most ambitious, for example, it seems that it has become a vicious dog raised by the Martial Saint Sect, and the Martial Saint Sect will bite whoever they want, The whole river and lake once again fell into endless turmoil.

However, all of this has nothing to do with the wild people in the mountains of Nanzhao. (To be continued)

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