Meditation and Compassion (2)

"This kid is simply killing himself. ”

"That's it, it's too self-righteous, how can Lord Oolong's exercises be something that a low-level creature like him can resist!" a group of guards of the Deep Sea Clan whispered with secret joy.

Wulong Yige touched the tip of his nose, but he didn't care about Li Ji's life or death at the moment, because he had already concluded that Li Ji would not live, and what he cared about now was the monk of Puxian Guangfa: "Hmph!" A sneer: "I think this Puxian Guangfa should also come out!"

Oolong Yige suddenly frowned, looking at the ball of light in the distance, and the ball of light was gradually shrinking: "What's the matter?"

Of course, everyone is wondering what is going on at the moment?

Monk Jin Yuan, who was hiding behind Li Ji, saw Li Ji's palm aimed at the ball of light, his arms became thick, and the green tendons also skyrocketed: "Brother Dao, you get out of here quickly, the aura of this ball of light is too big, I'm afraid I have to vent it." ”

Monk Jin Yuan nodded, and hurriedly ran out from behind Li Ji, although Li Ji Ji could absorb the aura, but such a powerful aura was something his body could not bear!

"How can there be such a thing. Oolong muttered to himself in disbelief, seeing the spirit sword flying at a rapid speed, he grabbed one of the guards on the side casually, threw it into the air, and with a bang, blue blood splattered down like rain.

The guards of the Deep Sea Clan were taken aback, and seemed to have a lingering feeling and said, "Fortunately, it wasn't me who caught it." ’

The light dissipated.

Everything is calm again.

Everyone looked at Li Ji with amazement, as if they were looking at a god-like figure, and they couldn't believe the scene of Li Ji dissolving the ball of light.

Li Ji gasped, sweating profusely, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out, because of the forcible luck of the spiritual qi, and the poison in the body was quickly activated, his legs were weak, and he fell to his knees.

"Li Ji, are you okay?" Jiang Chu'er hurriedly ran over and asked.

Li Ji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, did not reply, and seemed to have no strength to answer, just a pale face, and his lips were slightly gray.

"Yo! that's really good, the cultivation realm is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Wulong Yige said proudly, his eyes looked at Li Ji, and saw that his face was as pale as paper, presumably he was poisoned, he thought that Li Ji would be the most difficult opponent, but when he saw that he was poisoned, he didn't care, and immediately, he moved his gaze to everyone again, and finally fell on the Jinding monk and Cihang monk: "You two are the two elders of Jingfa Cizhai, right?"

Cihang monk slowly walked in front of Wulong Yige: "Amitabha! ”

"I've heard of it for a long time. Wulong Yige picked a wisp of green silk on his forehead again: "Come here today, I want to ask to see the abbot of Fuxian Guangfa, please introduce it to the monk Cihang!"

"Amitabha! The abbot is in retreat, I'm afraid I'll disappoint the benefactor, if you really want to see the abbot, please come back in three months!" said Cihang monk slowly.

"Three months later?" Oolong Yige smiled coldly: "I'm afraid I can't wait after three months, in fact, I can't see the abbot of Fuxian Guangfa, and I don't care." The purpose of our trip here is to borrow the 'Great * Method of Washing the Marrow', the top secret practice of meditation and Ci Zhai, and ask the monk Cihang not to be stingy. ”

"Amitabha, the great * Dharma of washing the marrow is the treasure of the Jing Dharma Ci Zhai, if you want to borrow it, you can only be the abbot and the younger brother, so the little donor should wait for three months to come again. Cihang monk said slowly.

"Damn, give you face, you don't have a face...... Lord Oolong, I think it's better to kill this group of bald monks!" said an ironclad man behind the golden-armored young man.

"What, you still have to order me?" asked with a gloomy face, the man was shocked, and hurriedly replied in fear: "My subordinates don't dare." ”

"Since Cihang Monk is unwilling to be introduced, then let's go to the abbot of Fuxian Guangfa to borrow it!" Wulong Yige looked at Cihang Monk with blue eyes again, at this moment, his eyes lost patience, replaced by a burst of coldness, as soon as he raised his hand, the guards behind him walked inside.

"Amitabha!" Cihang monk recited a Buddha name, his body was empty and real, and suddenly, four figures appeared, blocking the way in front of the guards.

"Clone technique?" Oolong smiled coldly.

"Please wait a few months for a few donors to come back in three months!" said Cihang monk slowly.

"Do you think that the doppelganger technique can stop us? Destroy the Jingfa Cizhai for me, I don't think the Fuxian Guangfa monk will be able to come out. Oolong Yige shouted, and the guards behind him got the order, and they all rubbed their fists and palms, they seemed to have been prepared for a long time, just waiting for Oolong Yige's order.

One of the guards first slapped at the clone of the Cihang monk opposite, the clone technique is different from the illusion technique, and the figures differentiated by the clone technique are all real! Although they are aura illusions, they have their own minds.

Seeing the palm wind coming, the figure retreated slightly, and in an instant, a palm was pushed out, and a swastika symbol flew out in the palm of the palm, facing the guard.

Although the doppelganger technique can conjure up the real self, after all, it comes from the aura of the real body, so using the doppelganger technique is equivalent to dividing the aura in your body into several parts, which greatly reduces the aura of the real body.

Radiant.

The five figures engaged the guards.

At this time, several guards rushed into the courtyard, and all the small sand monks of Jingfa Cizhai also fought with them, and there was a sound of fighting.

This was originally a pure land of Buddhism, a quiet place, but for a while, it became like a hell on earth, and the lives were devastated.

Oolong is like a canoe in the vast sea, slowly from the surrounding chaos, slowly walked into the courtyard, a small sand monk seemed to do not know the sky and the earth to launch a sudden blow to him, the iron rod in his hand has not touched the oolong grid, it was swept away by a powerful aura, the corner of the mouth of the oolong grid felt a trace of fierceness, pinched the throat of the little sand monk in the air, and with a shake of his wrist, the little sand monk was shattered and died on the spot.

Although the number of the Deep Sea Clan is not large, the guards who attacked the mountain this time are all masters of the Jindan period, and the most unfortunate ones are also the late cultivation of the Huiwu period.

"Amitabha!" Suddenly, a golden light exploded in front of Oolong Yige, and the golden-topped monk blocked Oolong Yige's forward steps.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here. Oolong Yige said coldly, not paying any attention to the precept elder in front of him.

"Donor, why don't you just stop there?" said the gold-topped monk slowly.

"Stop! Haha, I never stop until I reach my goal. Oolong's fingertips slowly condensed the aura, and suddenly pointed towards the golden-topped monk, and the ball of light went straight to the gold-topped monk's eyebrows.

This move, the golden-topped monk witnessed the power before, naturally he didn't dare to underestimate it, and immediately, the figure retreated one after another, his hands were folded, and a golden light exploded in front of him, turning into a wall of qi, and the ball of light rolled on the wall of qi, slowly absorbing the aura of the wall of qi, and gradually the ball of light became larger.

"Amitabha! Although the cultivation of this oolong is not high, but this exercise is indeed too weird, no matter what tricks are ineffective for him, it will only increase the powerful attack, if you want to crack this exercise of his, there must be a special exercise to restrain it, is there no one except Li Ji who can dissolve his exercise?" The golden-topped monk thought to himself, at this time, the Tianxu Zhenren came to his side, pointed his sword on the ground, and the stones on the ground condensed, turning into a giant dragon with teeth and claws to pounce on the ball of light. There was a thud, and stone chips were scattered.

Although this Golden Source Da* method uses aura to control stones, the stones are always physical objects, not aura, so they are not absorbed by this spiritual sphere.

"Let the old man help you. Tianxu Zhenren said slowly.

Wulong Yige condensed his gaze on the Tianxu Zhenren, and a trace of surprise appeared in his eyes: "Jinyuan Da*Fa, the water line will die at your hands, right?"

The surrounding blades clashed, and it should be resounding.

However, the three of them seem to be in another world, unaffected by them.

"Exactly. The real man replied without pretentiousness.

"The Seven Great Exercises of the Ancient Ages deserve to be called the world-shattering exercises, but it seems that your exercises have not been practiced