After Xu Ping and the old monk fled for a while, they suddenly heard a very terrible scream in the distance.

There was no need to guess, Xu Ping and the old monk knew that the old man in black was already fierce and unlucky, so they couldn't help but speed up their pace.

When they ran out twenty or thirty miles away, the old monk suddenly stopped, looked behind him a few times, and said to Xu Ping with an unusually solemn face: "Amitabha, Master Xu, the demon beast has caught up, and it is useless to escape again, the poor monk can help you resist for a while, but you have to promise me one thing, you must send Fahai to Jinshan Temple safely." Jinshan Temple will give you what you want! ”

"You know what I want?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk will not deceive the donor, the donor and the poor monk have a fate, and have practiced the Vajra not bad magic skill, the poor monk should have taught you the second half of the Vajra not bad magic skill, but Fahai is very important to the temple, the poor monk has to make a decision, hoping to use the second half of the Vajra not bad magic in exchange for you to protect the poor monk's apprentices to reach Jinshan Temple safely."

"King Kong doesn't break the second half of the divine skill?"

"Amitabha, the Vajra is not bad magic has been divided into two parts since ancient times, the upper half is spread among the world, suitable for the cultivation of martial artists in the world, but the second half has never been passed on, and only those who have spiritual roots can cultivate successfully!"

Xu Ping was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then said with a wry smile: "Master, do you see that I have a spiritual root on my body?" ”

"Amitabha, donor, you really don't have a spiritual root, but the lower half of the Vajra is not bad, the temple has been carefully studied for thousands of years, and found that some of the contents of the lower half can be practiced by the martial artists, and it can also make the martial artists who have practiced the Vajra Incorruptible Divine Skill go further.

Everyone in the world says that the limit of a martial artist lies in the innate nature, and becoming a master is already the pinnacle of a martial artist, but after thousands of years of deliberation presided over by the temple, the innate is not the end of the martial artist's cultivation, and there is a realm after the congenital. ”

Xu Ping asked, "What realm?" ”

"Mythical Realm,"

"Mythical realm? How exactly to break through? ”

The old monk replied: "There is a presiding officer in this temple, in order to break through the mythical road, buried himself in the Tibetan scripture pavilion, thinking hard day and night, until he was more than 160 years old, he was still in the mythical realm, and he had no clue. But when he was about to die, he suddenly thought of a way to break through the mythical realm, but it was too late.

At that time, the presiding officer left a record, detailing the method of breaking through the mythical realm, in addition to polishing the physical body and internal force to the extreme, but also cultivating the gods to the realm of the Great Perfection. ”

"God?" Xu Ping was a little moved.

"Yes, only when God, the physical body, and the internal force are one, can there be any hope of breaking through to the realm of mythology."

"These are not enough, I need the magic power you used today to promise you to send Fahai to Jinshan Temple."

"Magical powers? Amitabha, as long as the donor cultivates the gods, you will naturally learn this supernatural power! ”

"This supernatural power is derived from a god?"

"Amitabha, poor monks don't lie!"

"Okay, I promise you, but don't you really need my help? Maybe all three of us can run away! ”

"Impossible!" The old monk shook his head and said: "That supernatural power has a limitation, and the full force of the interpretation can only be used once, and I can't use it a second time now, so in the face of the centipede demon beast, we can only fight hard, and there is no other way." ”

"Ahh Xu Ping realized at this time that he was with the wrong person.

If he had done his best to perform light skills just now, he would have already run in front of the monk, why should he be with him here?

"Let's go! The centipede monster is coming! ”

The old monk looked at the demon beast that was getting closer and closer, and hurriedly urged Xu Ping to hurry up and leave with Fahai.

"Master, take care, we're leaving!"

Xu Ping didn't hesitate, put Fahai on his back, performed a flying crane step, and ran away without a trace.

"Amitabha, demon beast, you are deeply sinful!"

Seeing that Xu Ping and Fahai had already gone away, the old monk roared, and the golden light broke out again, holding the Demon Descending Buddha Wand in his hand, and took the initiative to stop the giant centipede that was pursuing.

Soon, the old monk and the giant centipede fought together.

As for whether the old monk is alive or dead, no one knows.

Xu Ping ran for hundreds of miles in one breath before stopping.

He had been running so far just now, in the Land Temple, when the giant centipede spewed venom, Xu Ping chose to resist with his body, obviously he far overestimated his strength, the old monk was safe and sound, but he suffered.

If it weren't for the blackfish armor on his body, he would have fallen to the ground with serious injuries at this time, or he was dying.

The clothes on Xu Ping's body had long been corroded, and only the close-fitting blackfish armor remained, but the armor was full of pits, and there were many dense holes.

In addition, for other parts of the body that were not protected by armor, Xu Ping felt bursts of piercing pain, which was more intense than the first time he applied emery oil.

The arms, calves, and toes, as well as other places that could not be protected, were already a blur of flesh and blood, and there was still a smoky poisonous gas on them. After stopping, Xu Ping couldn't hold on any longer, sat directly on the ground, threw the Fahai on his back far away, and then stuffed more than a dozen pills into his mouth, regardless of whether the pills had an effect on the injury or not, just to make his body stronger.

Next, Xu Ping endured the pain, used a flying sword to scrape the bones on the bare skin to heal the wounds, removed the carrion, and sprinkled the healing potions, during which Xu Ping almost passed out.

After dealing with the injuries on his body, Xu Ping glanced at Fahai, who was still unconscious, and smiled helplessly.

At this time, he was no longer able to move forward, so he had to stop for a while between the barren mountains and mountains, and wait for the injuries on his body to heal before leaving.

Let's hope that centipede monster won't catch up!

Xu Ping was worried for half the night, but in the end he didn't wait for the demon beast centipede, only to see the little monk Fahai waking up leisurely.

"Amitabha, Lord Xu, where is my master?"

"Your master! He went to subdue that demon beast, let me send you to Jinshan Temple first, and after a while, after your master is done, he will go back to Jinshan Temple to meet you. ”

"The master has gone to get rid of the demon, why didn't he take me?"

Fahey's mind was in turmoil, and he seemed to hear a very human scream in his ears, and before he could open his eyes, someone knocked him on the head and knocked him unconscious.

Xu Ping was speechless, why didn't he take you with him? Isn't it because you're a liability? If it weren't for you, the old monk might be safe now, and he wouldn't be fighting with the demon beast.

Fortunately, there is an old monk who is desperate, otherwise he might hang up today, and he would not chat with Fahai like he does now?

"Master Xu, are you injured? Why don't I help you up? The little monk Fahai was very enthusiastic and wanted to come over to help, but was directly stopped by Xu Ping, "You go find some water nearby, if you can find some food, of course it's the best!" ”