The old monk's voice was like thunder, "Xiao Yu, do you really see the cultivation of the poor monk? It is the same as the realm of leisure, but there is a world of difference, although the realm of the poor monk is not as good as it was back then, but after all, he has enjoyed the magnificent scenery of the whole picture. ”

When the palm of the law fell, it rose in the wind, and it was already fifty zhang in size in just a few breaths, and its momentum was earth-shaking.

The wind and clouds surged, and a huge whirlpool appeared in the sky.

Xiao Yu snorted angrily and stomped his foot fiercely.

Behind Xiao Yu, a land tornado rushed straight up.

One day, one place, one up and one down, after the two collide with each other, they dissipate into invisibility.

Xiao Yu's five fingers were stretched, a thunderbolt was born in his palm, and there was an electric snake around him, and the whole person instantly approached the old monk.

The old monk let Xiao Yu press his palm on the top of his head, and his body did not move.

At this moment, the two were close at hand, looking at each other.

The old monk suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting that this king of the northwest was too far behind the king of the northwest in his mind.

Because he saw a lot from Xiao Yu's eyes, there was ambition, desire, violence, hatred, revenge, and bigotry, but there was very little compassion, mercy, righteousness, and tolerance.

It was the eyes of a king, a king not much different from other emperors of the past few thousand years.

He won't let the sun and the moon change the sky, he just repeats another cycle.

Such a king is not the king that the old monk expects, so he will not let Xiao Yu take away his father's Bodhi.

Just like Xiao Yu's palm, the thunder contained in it is exactly the same as the Daoist Sect's Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Righteous Method, but it is a little less neutral and peaceful, and a little more murderous and violent.

This is the king of the northwest who steals ten thousand laws, and this is his means.

The old monk's whole body was gilded, and he let countless thunderbolts swim away, and he couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

Xiao Yu did not hesitate, and his body retreated backwards.

The old monk who was originally solemn suddenly turned into a flower and smiled, his left hand made a flower-shaped, and pushed forward horizontally.

The Baizhang Golden Body Law Behind him made the same action.

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Soon after Xiao Yu left, Lan Yu sent a flying sword pass to Min Xing according to the custom.

The speed of the flying sword was a few points faster than Xiao Yu's, and after Min Xing and Li Chen received the news, they hurried to Baima Mountain and waited for the king.

At this time, the vicinity of White Horse Mountain had been surrounded by the Northwest Army, and Min Xing and Li Chen stood in front of the Buddha Bodhi, both silent. It has been more than half an hour since he received Lan Yu's flying sword handbook, but the prince is still delayed, which makes the hearts of Min and Li a faint haze shrouded in a faint haze. If there is really an accident, the two of them will not be able to escape the blame, what was originally a good thing to please the king has become a self-defeating stupid thing, in case something happens to Xiao Yu, then the two of them will not be able to bear this great responsibility.

Min Xing's face was expressionless, but his palm was tightly gripping the handle of the knife at his waist, and Li Chen wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, looking intently at the north.

Just when Min Xing was a little out of breath and was about to send the ranger scouts out, there was a sudden silence between heaven and earth, and then a low humming sound sounded in the sky.

Min Xing and Li Chen looked up almost subconsciously.

I saw a faint figure shrouded in a layer of crimson flames, like an extraterrestrial meteorite, dragging a long and winding tail flame, falling from the sky.

The White Horse Mountain shook violently, the rubble scattered, and countless smoke and dust rose up.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Xiao Yu showed his figure, his legs sunk deep under the ground, and he was full of embarrassment.

Xiao Yu pulled out his legs with difficulty, shook his body, and spit out a mouthful of colorful turbidity, his face gradually turned from pale to ruddy.

The armor soldiers of the Northwest Army who were in charge of guarding the surrounding area also saw the vision here, and they flocked here one after another, drawing their swords and holding shields, as if facing a great enemy.

Min Xing was sincerely afraid, regardless of his armor, knelt on one knee, and said, "The last general will see the king." ”

Li Chen followed, kneeling on his knees, and also shouted to the king.

After hearing the word king, the surrounding Northwest Army soldiers hesitated slightly, and then fell to their knees, seeing the king's voice one after another.

Xiao Yu didn't pay attention to them, but looked up.

There is a golden light from the north.

Xiao Yu exhaled another breath of turbidity, took a step forward, and was close to the end of the world.

A golden statue as majestic as the Dharma Protector King Kong moved quickly in the sky, once again facing Xiao Yu head-on.

A palm smashed down on the head.

Xiao Yu's figure suddenly floated back nearly a hundred feet, and a huge palm print ripple appeared in his original position, shaking endlessly.

The Golden Body Law Picture stretched out his hands and tried to capture Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu waved his sleeves and scattered ten sword lights, shooting at the ten fingers of the Golden Body Law Minister. The golden body was slightly blocked by the sword light, and his movements were slightly sluggish, and Xiao Yu had already escaped from between his hands.

In just a few breaths, Xiao Yu's figure escaped five hundred feet away.

The figure of the old monk slowly appeared from the golden body and law, and said slowly: "King of the Northwest, if you only rely on your own cultivation, you will not be able to defeat the poor monk." ”

This is not the arrogance of the old monk, but it is true.

In the process of fighting just now, Xiao Yu was almost beaten by the old monk and had no power to fight back.

Although Xiao Yu said that the realm of the old monk was between himself and himself, in fact, he couldn't see through how deep the realm of the old monk was. The hundred-zhang golden body seems to have no subtlety, and it will turn into ashes when it is gently breathed by the real person in charge, but for Xiao Yu today, if he does not use all kinds of treasures, this hundred-zhang golden body is an insurmountable moat.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath and began to swallow the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, with his body as the center, rippling out layers of ripples, forming a huge whirlpool composed of Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Between one breath and one breath, Xiao Yu forcibly sucked out all the heaven and earth vitality within a radius of a hundred miles with the human immortal spitting technique, and did not light up like a human immortal, but his entire body became crystal like jade, emitting a faint white light. Behind him, thunder beads appeared one after another, and finally formed a large array of thunder pools.

Xiao Yu's palm overturned, and the thunder pool was sensational, enveloping the old monk and the Baizhang Golden Body Law Phase. Countless thunderbolt snakes fell with a bang, hitting the golden body, stirring up countless sparks to splash around.

The old monk shouted, "It's a good time!"

Sealing in the hand, reciting mantras, and reciting mantras are the three ways of Buddhism.

The old monk's hands formed the wheel seal of the Ming King, and he chanted the mantra of the third Ming King in his mouth, and finally gathered into the six-character mantra of Hum Mani Bei Mi.

The thunder pool shook endlessly, as if it was boiling boiling water.

Xiao Yu stood outside the thunder pool, slowly stretched out his right hand, and stretched out his five fingers.

There are wisps of vitality like silver threads interlaced between the five fingers, first outlining the outline of a long sword, and then turning from virtual to real, into a sword with a cold and fiery momentum.

With the rise of Xiao Yu's realm, Hei Xuan and Po Array have become cumbersome things, Xiao Yu no longer uses it, and now this sword is a sword condensed by Xiao Yu with his own heirloom national seal, and with the help of the royal luck in the northwest, the sword of the princes.

What are the princes?

Xiao Yu put the princes' sword in his hand in front of him, closed his eyes and pondered.

At this moment, he remembered a lot, remembering the depression of the Eastern Capital, the struggle of the grassland, and the happiness of entering the northwest.

This is the process of his growth from a prince mound to a prince.

Every man has a big ambition hidden in his heart, the difference is only whether he can put this ambition into action, and the men who can achieve their ambitions are a minority after all, and most men are finally worn out by the chickens and dogs of life.

Xiao Yu is lucky, he does not belong to most people, he belongs to the small group of people who put their ambitions into action and succeeded.

Just as the sword in his hand is the sword of princes, not the sword of the people.

Xiao Yu held the sword of the princes, volleyed into the void, and walked towards the old monk in the thunder pool.

When I was a puppet, who would have thought that I would be able to wear a royal robe in the future?

When I am a hero, how do you know that I will not be able to open peace in the future!?

I have a sword, the sword of the princes, and the sword of the Son of Heaven.

In this sword, there is my Xiao Yu's great ambition, please take a closer look.

The originally boiling thunder pool slowly returned to calm.

As Xiao Yu handed out a sword, the luck condensed by countless Northwest Army armor soldiers flocked to the city, and in the direction of Zhongdu, there was a black rainbow as wide as a river, and then it rushed straight down to the old monk like a waterfall in the nine days.

The old monk's face was solemn, his hands were folded, as if he saw it, he lowered his head and recited softly: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." ”