Behind Zhaoyang, six or seven more figures came slowly, but they limped, obviously with injuries on their bodies.

The first one complained: "I'll just say that the friendship between the seven of us wearing a pair of pants must be done together, and we can't do without one." ”

"Can't you wait any longer? I have to make a move, I have to make a move, and the result is that I was. ”

Bai Jun covered his face, bowed his head and did not speak.

Alas, lost, lost completely.

He was also pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"I don't dare next time, I have to wait for seven people to arrive before making a move."

"Ahem, that's right.

My seven sons of Canglang wandered the rivers and lakes, relying on the strength of many people, and the lack of one lacked the essence and could not exert their strength. ”

Several people sighed and couldn't help but secretly regret it.

At that time, in the bamboo forest, there were only six of the seven sons of Canglang, but the point Canghongtu had been dried up, and there were no more people to drag it out.

Finally, he couldn't help it, and Bai Jun took the lead in rushing out, but he didn't expect the inner scene monk to be so strong.

Three punches and two kicks, all six people rested.

Fortunately, the Shushan faction is not an evil demon, Zhaoyang did not kill the killer, and after venting his anger, he let them go.

They searched everywhere and finally found the bamboo shoots.

Ding Yong walked at the forefront and said, "The front is the Wangxia." ”

"Out of the Wangxia Gorge, it is the daughter village."

"When the time comes, the seven of us will wear a pair of pants, hehehe."

Hum haw haw chirp ~ Hearing the voice, Ding Yong was stunned, and several people behind him also looked at each other.

This is really a narrow road.

I saw that the turtle sun was arching on the ground, and on its back was Zhaoyang, a disciple of Shushan who had just beaten them up.

Ding Yong must have stepped under his feet, and said in a low voice: "Hey, the seventh brother hasn't come yet, let him go first." ”

"It's extreme, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge."

"The seventh son went on the expedition, and there was no grass to grow, and today is his fate!"

"Hey, my seven sons are wandering the rivers and lakes, and none of them are missing."

Zhaoyang heard the movement behind him, and snorted coldly, and the six sons of Canglang suddenly didn't dare to brag.

On the contrary, the Diancang faction on the side was a little reluctant to say:

"Alas, it's a pity that the wild boar is quite comfortable to ride."

When Zhaoyang heard this, he seemed to feel the same way: it was indeed very comfortable.

But this pig arches me once, and I'm going to ride it for a hundred years, which is fair.

At this time, look at the mouth of the gorge.

Standing opposite to the dust and He Cangwu.

The dragon is like a true meaning, the thunder is rolling, and the ghost king is condensed, and the fighting spirit is cold.

Everyone was taken aback: "This little monk has actually comprehended the true meaning of the exercises!" ”

The exercises in the world are all reflected by the way of heaven, and they are perceived by people, and they are formed by fate.

Every exercise has its essence since its birth.

It is really the reflection of the three thousand avenues, and the true meaning of the mystery of the world.

It's just that the true meaning is hard to find.

True meaning is ethereal, elusive, and independent of the realm of cultivation, and even if there are ascetics, it is difficult to realize it after spending a lifetime.

It is not related to the realm, only those who are completely in line with the characteristics of the exercise can find a trace of true meaning.

There is even a saint who once said that the true meaning is the prototype of supernatural powers, and if you understand the true meaning, you will become supernatural powers.

At this time, the Cang faction sighed: "It is worthy of being a monk of the Killing Temple." ”

In Chaofeng Tower before, he had a face-to-face with Lichen Lisao, and later learned from the second son that the two of them came out of the suicide temple.

It was also because of this that he summoned the seven sons of Canglang overnight to come to help.

It's a pity that the second son has disappeared since he entered the bamboo forest, and he has not yet gotten acquainted with the seven sons of Canglang.

"Killing Temple?"

Zhaoyang, who was sitting on the wild boar, was stunned.

The temple has the inheritance of the ancestor of the Styx River and the Bodhisattva of the King of Jizo, and it used to be the existence of the four seas, the eight wildernesses, and Kyushu, and the heroes of the world.

It's just that the legend says that the Killing Temple is bloodthirsty and cruel, but this little monk seems to be a Zen Dharma in terms of true qi and moves, and no one would have thought that he would actually commit suicide in the Temple.

"Although the Killing Temple has not performed in recent years, it still seems that it cannot be underestimated."

"Hey, how can the little monk be strong no matter how strong?

He Cangwu, the Heavenly Proud Ghost Crow Envoy of the Ghost Sect, also has a place on the Golden Scale List. ”

"It's just a little monk with some chance, so there's no need to make a fuss."

"That's right, in front of my seventh son, it's far behind."

"Hey, the seventh son is on the expedition, and there is no grass!"

"The interior is right!"

"Ahem, the number of people is not full, so let's keep a low profile for the time being."

……

Lichen is always on guard against this He Cangwu's attack.

In his heart, he counted the innate monks he had fought against.

The Blood Dragon King and the Five Generals of the Blood Sea were restrained by the Red Lotus Karma Fire because of the blood condensation.

The white snake Ning Gang who left the ginseng was restrained by the thousand hands of the divine power of the dust.

It's just that this time He Cangwu is obviously more difficult.

Although he knew that his palm technique was true to restrain the ghost king's anger, the other party also seemed to be guarding against himself.

As soon as he raised his hand, he used the ghost shadow body method to dodge, and then continued to suppress it with the ghost roar, not giving Li Chen a chance to take advantage of it at all.

The two attacked each other, and they were afraid of each other.

Whether it is the phantom of the dragon elephant in "The Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra", or the rolling thunder sound of "One Hundred and Eight Troubles Worship", or the light of the Buddha.

In fact, it is the true meaning of the exercises that the monks have been trying to seek.

When true intentions are revealed, the exercises will naturally give rise to other differences.

For example, the dragon elephant has its own 'knock fly', and the thunder sound shock comes with 'evil spirit'.

He Cangwu's evil ghost condensation is a fusion of innate true qi and the evil ghost king of the world's most yin land.

In the Golden Scale List, the Ghost King Ning Gang ranked seventy-three.

Known as the 'Nine Mysterious Spirits, he once taught a hundred ghosts to cry. ’

After several battles, He Cangwu had already sensed the meaning of warding off evil spirits in the Lichen palm technique.

It happens to be the nemesis of his own ghost king Ning Gang.

So I secretly made up my mind that I must get rid of the little monk in front of me, otherwise it will become a big disaster in the future.

Thinking of this, He Cangwu was ruthless on his face, and his body was full of surging and ghostly spirits.

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into the shape of a ghost king.

The ghost king has a green face and fangs, a one-horned and three-eyed, good at making ghost claws, and will cry for ghosts when he opens his mouth.

The cry is in my ears, and my soul is gone.

Woo~

Under the gaze of everyone, the one-horned ghost king opened his mouth.

Suddenly, the wind blew around, and the ghost cried cold.

Lichen only felt that his eyes suddenly turned into an abyss, and the chill around him was pressing.

The ghost cries desolation, which breaks people's heartstrings.

Thousands of horrors, as in front of your eyes.

This method is similar to the technique of Zen sound in the temple of killing.

They all use the sound wave to carry the method, causing terror in the heart.

Many monks retreated one after another, and some of them couldn't run, disturbed by the ghost crying, and immediately held their heads in their hands on the spot, showing a look of horror on their faces.

Shushan Zhaoyang sat on the turtle grandson and said secretly: "What a 'once taught a hundred ghosts to cry', and it really looks like a ghost." ”

Just raise your hand, and a star will light up above your head.

Interior wonders, Beidou Tianshu!

Starlight sprinkled, a hundred feet of dust.

The ghost cries and disappears.

Many monks hurriedly hid in the starlight and thanked Zhaoyang for their kindness.

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