A small Lingxiao Peak is crowded with famous places in the north, and the breath of the strong will stir the heavenly machine into a pulp, don't say that it is just a star law, that is, Wang Fuling himself is here, and he can't perceive that there is a peerless powerhouse who quietly fell into the hot sea of Tianchi.

Ji Xie, the powerhouse of the Holy King of the Ji Clan, awakened the bloodline of the third-grade tyrant of the ground-level, and cultivated the immortal battle body to the second-grade level, opened the four divine treasures of heart fire, spleen and soil, lung gold, and kidney water, and comprehended the extreme realm of the soldier's battle method, and was equipped with dozens of buff secret techniques, and his combat power was at the peak.

In addition to this Holy Lord of the Ji Clan, there were also several elders of the Lingxiao Sect, who were surrounding the spring of Tianchi Atami, carefully observing the fragmented body in the Xuanming coffin, and looking at Ji Xie who was performing the spell with an eager look.

Of course, this was not to cure Wang Chan, but to make another important discovery.

Wang Chan's body and soul are actually separated, and what is even more wonderful is that according to Xu Laoying, Wang Chan casts his soul with the method of mimicry and casts a soul temple.

With the shrine as the roof, according to Wang Chan's conception, if it is to the other side in the future, this soul hall can build nine soul palaces for nine wisps of health soul.

But right now, instead of finding the soul palace, Ji Xie, who opened the Divine Pupil, found something more interesting.

"The soul in Wang Chan's shrine has existed for a hundred years?"

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Outside Chaochang City, Fuyun Temple

Not long after Yankong left, Brother Tian'er also took the fat man down the mountain, and as for the promised meal, he naturally shirked it with insufficient ingredients.

In the huge Fuyun Temple, only Yanshan and Tang Luo remained.

In addition to the five daily lessons, Yanshan also has an additional responsibility to take care of patients.

Tang Luo, who was injured by Cihang Baoguang at least twice a day, recovered quickly, but his heart became more and more anxious.

Perhaps in Yanshan's eyes, Tang Luo is a living dead who has lost all consciousness, but Tang Luo's consciousness is extremely clear, so his heart is becoming more and more anxious.

He didn't know how far the Star Dao had teleported him, he didn't know where he was at the moment, and he didn't know how long it would take for the rune-following pursuers to arrive.

But he understands that once the pursuers find him, it will be a monstrous disaster!

found out that Gou Chen was Tang Luo, and the first one to finish was Long Xi, and the identity of Yuanzhou's relative couldn't keep him at all, because the sword cultivation of the Xu family had threatened more than once to break Gou Chen's corpse into ten thousand pieces.

And with Tang Zhi's ruthlessness and decisiveness, once he finds that the signs are wrong, he will already do his best to expose the immortal battle body, and turn this war, which was originally only against Longxi, into a clarion call for the restoration of the Han clan.

At that time, the whole world will be in a mess, and no one can imagine what means the Han clan will have after a thousand years of recuperation.

If he is just alone, then if his eyes are closed, it will be a flood.

But he still has his parents, as well as a stupid brother and a lovely warm sister!

Because of his stupidity, he will not allow all these relatives to be buried.

Not to mention, there are these two well-wishers who saved him, although Tang Luo's consciousness is clear, only the inner vision is clear, and the outer sense has long been blurred.

But he clearly saw that cloud and mist took the Shura Divine Heart out of his body, and no one knew better than him how much it would cost to seal such a beating Demon Heart.

There is also this man who is called the senior brother by Yankong, if the contact with Yankong and the Non-Heavenly Sect makes Tang Luo feel that the Buddhism here is completely filthy, then the existence of Yanshan makes him understand that as long as there are such Zen practitioners who truly have compassion and righteous thoughts, the Buddhism will not be defeated.

This is a truly good person, and he can feel the trepidation of Yanshan when he treats him countless times.

The horror was like walking on a steep mountain wall with the most important thing on your back, and the winding mountain path could only be passed by one person, and there were cliffs on both sides, and the person walking with the weight was blindfolded.

In the face of such great fear, Yanshan can still heal himself every day, where is such great compassion?

Such a good person, you can't be dragged down by me!

On the third day of the Fuyun Temple, Tang Luo finally accumulated enough spiritual power and performed the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique!

His gauze-covered body was still stiff, but it didn't prevent him from steadily outputting the aura from the pores of his back, as if he had been erected in the air, Tang Luo floated up from the bed board and flew out along the wide open window.

As soon as he left the room, Yanshan, who was chanting in the morning class, sighed faintly: "Donor, what's the pain?"

At this time, Brother Tian'er was going up the mountain with the herbs with intermittent meridians, and he was seeing Yanshan standing in front of the mountain gate.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

Brother Tian followed Yanshan's gaze to the sky, and after finding nothing, he looked back and asked.

"Yun Jushi, if someone dies and doesn't want to implicate the innocent, will it set off a catastrophe of world destruction?"

Yan Shan didn't bow his head, still looking at the clouds outside the sky with a blank look, and even the voice of the question contained a ghostly meaning.

But Brother Tian obviously didn't understand what Yan Shan was saying, so he scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "It shouldn't be, right?"

"By the way, Master, how is that man's injury?"

After answering the question, Brother Tian mentioned Tang Luo again, and this question finally made Yan Shan change his posture, he bowed his head to Brother Tian and said, "That layman, just left." ”

"Away from. Leave?" Brother Tian was stunned: "Master, don't be kidding, his meridians are broken, his tendons are torn into threads, and even his bones are not intact, and the sea of qi is broken into a sieve without a trace of spiritual power, and the soul and soul are even more exhausted, so this situation is not to say walking, even if he is squirming, there is nowhere to borrow strength, how should he leave?"

Brother Tian, who was sure that Tang Luo would not be able to leave on his own, had a new guess: "Could it be that the chasing soldier with another rune has come over?"

Yan Shan shook his head lightly and vetoed all of Brother Tian's speculations, and sighed: "If you don't see it with your own eyes, the little monk doesn't believe that there is a martial artist with such a strong will in the world, and I don't believe that there is such a high level of spiritual power control in the world, and it is really difficult for my generation to reach it!"

Monks don't speak, and many times Yanshan would rather be silent than make up his mind about one thing, but with his background, whether it is in terms of knowledge and martial arts attainments, he is much more than ordinary martial artists, and even he can praise the young martial artist, what is the origin?

Brother Tian became more and more curious about Tang Luo, so he asked, "Master, where did he go?"

"Yun Jushi, please come with the little monk. ”

Yan Shan stepped out in one step, and walked up the stairs with his divine feet through the void, while Tian Ge'er flicked his robe, and the clouds turned into cloud lotus, jumped up, chased after Yan Shan, and covered the two of them with mist.