Chapter 139: Mysterious Stone Carvings

Monk Wujie's expression was sincere and sincere, and with his Maitreya Buddha-like signature smile, Wu Feng almost fell into the road. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'm you bald donkey, do you really think the little master can't move?" Wu Feng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, this monk talked about a lot of big truths, and he was actually stunned for a while, if it weren't for the fact that this monk Wujie was too mysterious and full of jealousy in his heart, Wu Feng would have done it a long time ago.

"Donor, the sea of bitterness is endless, and you can turn back to the shore!" Monk Wujie threw away the meat leg in his hand, put his greasy hands on his chest, and bowed his head solemnly.

The corners of Wu Feng's mouth twitched, and suddenly his body moved suddenly, and the space domain was fully exerted at this moment, and suddenly the light flashed and disappeared in place.

"Hahaha, the bald donkey, you also want to stop the master......?

Wu Feng's laughter swirled between heaven and earth, and his words were full of self-satisfied sarcasm. But who expected that the monk's face was not half stunned, but showed a meaningful and strange smile.

"Hehe, it's the seventh! If you don't know that there are still your accomplices around here, where would the poor monk still need such trouble?" Monk Wujie grinned, walked quickly to the mysterious gossip altar, looked at the groove that was no longer half of the vajra bodhi liquid, and a touch of surprise suddenly appeared in his expression.

Monk Wujie's greasy hand reached into the groove and touched it for a while, I don't know what mechanism was touched, there was a creaking and turning sound under the twilight altar, and then under the happy eyes of Monk Wujie, the entire altar slowly divided into eight pieces and spread out in eight directions, revealing a whole smooth stone slab in the middle.

"Sure enough, as the poor monk guessed, hahaha, it was in vain that I tried my best to take the famous demon lord away. Monk Wujie was very excited and kept looking at the slate, and when he got closer, he found that there were countless patterns and dense small characters engraved on the slate, and the words and patterns were very simple and looked like things with years.

In fact, Monk Wujie had already guessed that there was a cave below, and earlier he had obtained an introduction map in the ruins of a palace in the Eight Desolation Sect, which recorded the distribution of treasures in the ruins of the Eight Desolation Sect. According to the picture, in the seventh medicine field of the Medicine Hall of the Eight Desolation Sects, there is the Vajra Bodhi liquid cultivated by the master of the Medicine Hall at that time, and the most important thing is not these, but under the Vajra Bodhi liquid, that is, on the mysterious stone carving in front of him.

It is said that this is a very special cultivation method, but what exactly it is, it is not mentioned above. As mentioned in the picture, this was originally a special reward set up by the hall master of the Medicine Hall to encourage disciples to cultivate, and until they reached a certain level, they could enter this place to obtain this cultivation method.

It's just that time has changed, and current affairs have long been different! This cultivation method will be cheaper and he will not be able to take precepts.

The grin on the corner of Seng Wujie's mouth never dissipated, he continued to admire his wisdom in his heart, with this method, he had already successfully fooled several strong people he was not sure of to take away, and treacherously got the opportunity they deserved. Wu Feng is just one of them......

"I didn't expect it to be like this...... "On a remote ruin stone not far from here, Wu Feng lay on it and quietly watched everything Seng Wujie did, he was not in a hurry to leave, Seng Wujie's appearance was too abrupt and abnormal, Wu Feng wanted to see what tricks he was playing, and sure enough, there was really something greasy in it.

The moment he saw Monk Wujie open the Bagua Altar, Wu Feng suddenly understood everything, and he couldn't help but secretly admire the wisdom of this monk Wujie while being ashamed. From the timing of his appearance, every link of words and actions is seamlessly integrated and perfectly integrated.

Not only did he not allow himself time to discover the secrets under the groove, but he also succeeded in fooling himself away. I'm afraid that he was also aware of the existence of the remnants of blood and others nearby, otherwise the research would have hurt the black hand...... Wu Feng thought with a sneer.

"What a bald donkey, is it really your own praying mantis to catch cicadas and yellow finches behind?" Wu Feng's body slowly melted into the darkness behind him, and only a slight invisible sneer echoed in place alone.

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On the altar, the monk Wujie lay on it without any image, carefully identifying and recording the cultivation methods above, he scratched his ears and cheeks from time to time, and he really didn't understand some of the ancient texts, so he had no choice but to compare the gourd painting scoop to the original class rubbing, and then find the translation of ancient books after going out.

"Hey, this... Yes, his grandmother's, what is it?" Monk Wujie continued to burn on a parchment scroll intently, constantly scolding and swearing, not noticing that several figures had slowly surrounded him......

"Doesn't this word translate?"

"Alas, donor, don't you see that the poor monk is busy?

The monk didn't reply, just after saying this, his body suddenly stopped, and the next second he directly turned around and punched the golden light towards Wu Feng, who was smiling behind him.

"Lion Print!"

"Roar..."

The holy golden light was filled with as if it was like a running lion, and it was wrapped in a palm print like a golden glow, and the lightning struck towards Wu Feng's chest, and it was inferred from the terrifying fluctuations emitted from the palm print that if it was hit by this blow, even if the powerhouse of the Creation Realm did not die, he would be seriously injured.

"Okay, you bald donkey, you dare to be a killer!" Wu Feng scolded angrily, and a leap forward, the same golden light shone and the dragon descending style was launched strongly, instantly turning into a golden divine dragon and blasting towards the golden lion that broke through the sky.

Rumble!

The dreadnought lion seal and the dragon descending style collided together, and the dazzling golden light continued to shoot out, but the dragon descending style only lasted a few seconds before being defeated, and the golden lion still continued to attack Wu Feng at the speed of light as if he was not afraid of death.

Wu Feng's complexion did not change, and there was an extremely bright golden light on his body, and then his body suddenly launched, Fuhu style, mountain opening style, crane step style... The Vajra Eight Styles were completely punched out, and the golden streamers collided with the fearless lion seal one after another, and finally both of them turned into annihilation.

But before Wu Feng could breathe a sigh of relief, the monk had no ring and a lion mark again, and the golden glow was brilliant and full of Changhong!

Wu Feng finally got angry, he roared, the five fingers of his left palm were bent and clenched tightly, and there were powerful energy fluctuations gathering inside, and then his body shook violently, and he swung out his fist and palm!

"Jin Luo turned the sky upside down!"

As soon as the Golden Luo Heaven Turning Seal, which exuded a vast aura of suppression of all the miao throughout its body, appeared, it immediately stirred the surrounding Heaven and Earth Source Qi, and the mighty Lion Seal was violently suppressed by the domineering and incomparable Lion Seal.

Wu Feng didn't stop, and waved out two golden Luo sky-turning seals one after another, and the three golden palm prints that were about to suppress all things were connected into a line, raising an unyielding aura like a meteor catching the moon, colliding with the fearless lion seal with a huge momentum.

Boom! Boom!

The powerful qi wave set off a huge dust mist all around, so that the three of them couldn't help but fan the dust in front of them with their hands.

"Shall we continue to read?That monk seems to have some doorways, Wu Feng doesn't seem to be able to take him......" Li Tianji frowned, fanned the foul gas in front of him, turned his head to look at the remnant blood Xiao Jingxin and the two asked.

"What's the hurry? Wu Feng's big move hasn't been released yet... This and the little bald donkey are indeed very powerful, we will just follow what Wu Feng said and not let him escape!" Xiao Jingxinyu pinched his small white nose and rolled his eyes.

In the battlefield, Wu Feng resisted these two lion marks, and the anger in his heart was completely burned, his palm suddenly sealed, and suddenly a more turbulent and huge ancient aura instantly swept out of his body!

"Nine changes in the heavenly demons, changes in the wilderness!"

"Woo......"

Wu Feng's body jumped up, a dazzling cold light appeared in his pupils, and the huge nine-tailed Qingqiu fox phantom appeared in the endless void behind him again, and a pair of cold beast pupils that did not contain and then fluctuated emotions also slowly looked at Seng Wujie with Wu Feng's gaze.

In an instant, a chill from the soles of his feet diffused from the body of the monk Wujie, and his whole body was terrified, and the ancient huge fox pupils in the void were like a pair of eyes of death, so that the blood in his whole body stopped for a moment. He was shocked in his heart, and found that he still underestimated Wu Feng.

Wu Feng didn't have the heart to guess what Monk Wujie thought, when the momentum of his whole body reached its peak, Wu Feng moved, stirring the Nine Heavens Wind and Cloud and smashed it down with a punch!

The majestic blue light surrounded by the strange color of the cyan flame fell from the sky, as if a thousand thunderbolts fell from the sky, the monk was unguarded and terrified, did not dare to be careless, the spirit was highly concentrated in an instant, and the sky roared out.

"Myoho-renge!"

The blazing golden light was wanton, surging out from the body of the monk without a ring! That was not the fluctuation of the source force, but the external manifestation of the strength after reaching the extreme. A blooming lotus flower is suspended in the golden light, and in the blink of an eye, it turns into a streamer and rises into the sky, and the naked eye can see that the golden light is in the air, and the golden lotus flower is constantly changing into a mysterious mark flying up.

Rumble!!

The deafening sound of the explosion caused the heavens and the earth to fall into a kind of silence for a while, and the remnants of blood and others couldn't help but cover their ears and grit their teeth to resist the noise that seemed to tear the eardrums.

Within a radius of several hundred meters from the center of the explosion of the blue light and golden lotus imprint, all the source qi of heaven and earth was evaporated at the same moment, as if a vacuum was faintly created!

The space trembled, and the aftermath of the explosion swept away all the ruins within a few kilometers of the vicinity.

Wow!Wow......

Monk Wujie retreated a distance of hundreds of meters before he dissolved the remaining strength and stopped. But before he could raise his head to look at Wu Feng's situation above, suddenly a cold chill directly enveloped his heart... Monk Wujie's face changed, and he just wanted to turn his body, but a pitch-black long sword that exuded the killing intent of the forest cold was already on his neck.

"Bald donkey, I remember saying that my patience is ......limited," Wu Feng spat coldly, without the slightest hint of child's play.

The expression on Seng Wujie's face became slightly stiff, but he quickly covered it up, and once again put on his harmless Maitreya Buddha smile, turned his head to look at Wu Feng and said, "Donor, why are you back again......?"

Wu Feng sneered and looked at the monk Wujie playfully, turned his head to look at the altar, and sneered: "The bald donkey is so scheming, I was almost fooled by you, tsk, the monks are really big fools, even if they are the king of the city, they are also fools." ”

The monk's face did not change, and he recited with his hands together: "Amitabha, the monks never speak, so how can they deceive the benefactor?"

"Still pretending to be here?" Wu Feng couldn't help but admire the cheekiness of this monk without rings, and turned his head to look at the remnants of the blood: "Go to the altar and take a look, finish rubbing the unfinished parchment scroll of this bald donkey, and then destroy it directly!"

Monk Wujie's face changed drastically, he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a wave of his shabby monk's robe, several dark lights quickly took Wu Feng's head like thunder and lightning. Wu Feng sneered twice in his heart, and with a twist of his wrist, the Rhino Yi Sword directly pierced the air and shot down those few dark lights and fell to the ground, but he didn't expect it to be a few butterfly darts.

And Monk Wujie also took advantage of this kung fu to get rid of Wu Feng's restraint, and looked at the remnant blood and others with an ugly face and shouted: "Stop!"

Wu Feng wiped his fingers on the sword body of Xi Yi Sword Sen Han, and said with dark eyes: "Why don't you pretend?"

Monk Wujie took two deep breaths and calmed down, looked at Wu Feng and said coldly: "Worthy of being a demon lord, this mind and strength are truly peerless!"

"Needless to say more about compliments, I just want to hear what kind of answer you can come up with that satisfies me and spares your life......"

Monk Wujie's face was slightly angry, when had he ever been threatened like this? But he hid his emotions well, took a deep breath and looked at Wu Feng calmly: "Today, the poor monk admits that he has lost a little, but if the poor monk really wants to leave, the Demon Lord... Oh no! You should be called the Maple King of the Han Empire, do you think you can be sure that you will leave the poor monk? If the time comes, if the world knows that the famous Demon Lord is actually the Maple King......

"You're looking for death!" Wu Feng's eyes lowered, and a touch of murderous intent quietly flashed.

Monk Wujie shrugged his shoulders and smiled lightly: "Perhaps, but isn't King Feng also murderous? If King Feng really wanted the life of the poor monk, I'm afraid he would have been killed a long time ago, how could he still grind and chirp here? We just want our own ......."

"You're very smart!" Wu Feng put away his rhino sword, stood there and quietly looked at Monk Wujie, and after a long time, he said slowly: "Monk Wujie... I should call you the Floating Slaughterer, right? These days, your reputation in the Southern Regions is not at all inferior to my Demon Monarch team! He raped Ouyang Miaomiao, the youngest daughter of the cave master of Qiankun Cave, and also killed an elder of Qiankun Cave who was powerful in the Creation Realm, and is now wanted by Qiankun Cave... Am I right?"

These Wu Feng didn't know about it, but after converging with Remnant Blood and others to tell them about the monk's unprecepts, Remnant Blood immediately identified this person's identity and told Wu Feng and them the news he had inquired about.

After learning these news, Wu Feng and the three of them were all stunned, this monk really didn't quit anything, and he actually raped the treasure daughter of the owner of the Qiankun Cave? If it weren't for the fact that he really knew the authentic martial arts in Buddhism, Wu Feng would really have some doubts about whether he was a monk or not.

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