The distant mountains are continuous, and the blue sky is elegant.

High above the cliffs, waterfalls hang down, forming a wide, shallow river that flows over the rocky beach.

The water light disappeared until the depths of the bamboo forest a few miles away, turning over the mountain col.

On the bank of the river, six figures sit or stand.

"Is the guidance left by Brother Yang's division commander really pointing to this place?"

Chen Gongzi saw a glimmer of divine light flying out from Yang Ziwen's side before, and then there was a change in "Long Sky Blue Blood Curse", obviously there was a master behind the other party, and in his tone, he had a lot of respect and enthusiasm for Yang Ziwen.

But this place, they have searched repeatedly, and they can't find anything special, so they are really anxious to wait.

Yang Ziwen said: "The last bit of blue blood true fire, the induction that gave me is indeed in this range, and besides, didn't Zen Master Zhijie also see that little bit of fire falling from the sky, so he came here?" ”

In addition to the five people who traveled with them because of the betting incident before, the sixth person here is none other than the Zhijie monk.

His black hair is supple, his white clothes are simple, and he has a rosary in his hand, but he is very patient, and his demeanor is serene, and he does not see the slightest anxiety.

"The little monk was nearby at the time, and he did see the scene of the blue blood true fire falling, but before the real fire completely landed, it circled in the air, and seemed to hesitate, and finally dissipated directly in mid-air."

Yang Ziwen said with a smile: "The master is really good-tempered, you have already said this detailed description and explanation to them three times." ”

Zen Master Zhijie: "Amitabha, life and death are at stake, you can't be fixed, human nature." ”

Yang Ziwen asked, "Is the master also reciting a meditation mantra?" ”

"No, the little monk is reciting the Sutra of Bliss for All Meritorious Beings."

Zen Master Zhijie said seriously, "The more you recite this sutra, it is said that the more comfortable you will be in the next life, and the little monk is also afraid of a few accidents, so hurry up and recite it a few more times, and several donors will recite it together?" ”

Yang Ziwen looked really interested, leaned over and asked him for advice.

"According to the master's description, the scope of that true fire circling and hesitating at that time was enough to be a hundred feet in circumference."

Prince Darren pondered and said, "We have already rummaged through this hundred-zhang range, but we have found nothing, is it possible, will it be deeper underground?" ”

Chen Gongzi's eyes lit up, and he said: "Yes, the sky is blocked, maybe the special node that can get out is hidden underground, and the survival place that the senior gave him to guide his apprentice will never be wrong." ”

Feng Jiazi said: "But the real fire has dissipated too early, and he can't contact that senior now, the whole range of a hundred zhang, where do we start digging to dig something?" ”

Harlan Spiegel looked at Yang Ziwen: "Brother Yang doesn't seem to be keen on this matter?" ”

"Ugh."

Yang Ziwen sighed, as if he didn't want to say more, but he was also very stressed in his heart when he was involved in this matter, and after holding it for a while, he finally spoke up.

"Half of my Master's guidance may indeed be beneficial, and the other half may be a more troublesome pit."

"When we rummaged through just now, we stretched out our palms to the ground with all our might, feeling the reverberation of the palm force, and at least we could explore the depth of one or two zhang underground, but we found nothing abnormal."

"My hunch is that I am more inclined to the latter possibility."

Zen Master Zhijie interjected: "The little monk's palm power reverberates and inductes, more than two zhang deep, but it is true that there is no discovery." ”

Harlan Spiegel nodded and said: "I see, then instead of consuming strength, it is better to preserve the vitality for variables, and hope for the general." ”

The crowd fell silent for a moment, except for the subtle sound of Zen Master Zhijie continuing to chant the scriptures.

The river is flowing and the long wind blows through the bamboo forest, bringing a fresh smell that relieves boredom but cannot relieve the anxiety of the heart.

Prince Darren suddenly smiled, and with a backhand, he made a hole in the ground.

Everyone was surprised, and Harlan Mingjing said: "What are you?" ”

"Anyway, there's nothing to do, I'll gamble my luck with myself."

As Prince Darren spoke, he slapped the pit further.

"Choose any location, don't lose too much energy, as long as you haven't been able to get out, keep exploring and see what the result will be."

Chen Gongzi's expression was complicated: "You really like to gamble." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look around, trying to find a place to try his luck.

Luck, luck, the way of luck, since ancient times, there are different opinions, it is said that there are really some secret art inheritances in the world, good at interfering in this aspect of things.

For the Heavenly Ladder Realm, it is still a bit illusory to talk about this, but when there is no other way, it may be a hope to gamble on luck.

And at this time, outside the perception range of their six young masters.

In the shadows of the thick green bamboos, six figures also appeared, one person and five puppets.

One of the black-armored puppets had a pearl on its chest that shimmered slightly.

Tai Chang stretched out a finger and lightly sketched twice on the surface of the pearl, projecting a figure only the size of a palm, and the voice of the figure was also very low, but clear.

"Taichang, I've finally got in touch with you!"

Lin Ze's voice came, "Mo Changkong is dead, his compass has been taken away, I suspect that the other party will use our compass to contact Dongye and Shentu to make sure things happen." ”

"But Shen Tu didn't arrive, and there was originally another new direction on the Dongye compass, but after converging on the road just now, it was changed to the same direction as on my compass."

"That's where the person who killed Mo Changkong went."

Speaking of which, the figure shifts, revealing a compass projection.

"The new direction that Higashino didn't go to should have been explored by me."

Tai Chang glanced at the projection, "That is, now our compass all shows the same direction, which is the last location." ”

Lin Ze was overjoyed: "It means, have you also arrived nearby, okay, then you can see if you can explore it first and get the things in your hands directly." If it's too late, the three of us will join together and add fifteen puppets, which will be enough to kill the three of them and retrieve the treasure. ”

"Three?"

Taichang's tone was subtle, "Isn't it six?" And they've already turned this square corner into a mess first! ”

Lin Ze's voice paused: "No, the person we are tracking has not yet arrived at the place, do you mean that there are already people in this location, could it be that something happened to Shentu over there?" ”

Taichang frowned, his gaze gently swept over the six people in the distance, and he turned his head and asked, "What are the traces of the scene in the battle where Mo Changkong was killed?" ”

Lin Ze pondered for a moment: "He died quickly. ”

"That's ...... You're so focused on tracking down, I've got you covered. ”

Taichang explained, extinguished the projection, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the five puppets beside him who were as quiet as stubborn stones suddenly moved.

These bamboos are not those thin bamboos that grow closely, but thick bamboos, as thick as four or five inches, and can be six or seven zhang high, and when they grow between them, there is quite a gap.

When the five puppets moved, they did not touch a single bamboo, and the sound of stamping on the ground was only a very short, very slight muffled sound because the ground was wet and soft.

At this time, there was a faint flow of light in the facial face, the joints of the puppet, and the lines carved on the breastplate.

The next moment, the light was gone, and even the slightest sound disappeared completely.

Compared to the other puppets, when they often controlled these five puppets, they were able to spread out the blessing power of the formation attraction evenly.

After the five puppets accelerated their adaptation at the beginning, the essence of heaven and earth faded and restrained with a sense of existence, and the light around them distorted and disappeared.

Even the intuition of the ladder master will be blurred.

It was like five slightly distorted transparent smoke, which was still a few miles away just now, and in a flash, it was already within a hundred zhang.

When Tai Chang was in the Three Continents of the West Pole, he once used this hand to go deep into a certain sect, and in one face, he killed the head of a True Form Realm sect that had experienced a hundred battles.

However, when the five smokes reached the range of 100 zhang, the sound of Zen Master Zhijie chanting the scriptures suddenly stopped.

Yang Ziwen was beside him, and suddenly found that the sleeve of Zen Master Zhijie's right hand bulged.

At that moment, this monk's wrist seemed to have five palms.

The grotesque scene was fleeting, and fifty zhang away, but suddenly five loud noises were heard.

Yang Ziwen's hearts were shocked, and they were on guard and turned their heads to look.

I saw five black-armored puppets slamming heavily on the ground and tumbling forward.

It wasn't a special attack, but because the five puppets were running at extremely high speeds.

The toe of each puppet's right foot was suddenly hit by a force.

They sprinted too fast, and at the most delicate moment, under such an impact, the bodies of the five puppets, almost at the same time, lost their balance, and slammed forward and rolled out, and only then could there be such a loud noise on the ground.

What hit them was the power of the five palms.

- "Huang Zhong Daying Transmission Hand"!

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, among the mountains in the southwest, there was a Tongshan mountain range, because the earth dragon turned over, shook and disintegrated, and collapsed for dozens of miles one after another.

And in the east, in Luodu, which is separated by tens of thousands of miles, there is a copper bell made of copper from the copper mountain, which rings for three days and three nights in a row, and the bell is mighty and loud, alerting the world.

The bronze bell was not a magic weapon, but it was natural, fitting a little spiritual opportunity between heaven and earth, tens of thousands of miles apart, and I felt the vibration transmitted from the copper mountain.

The senior monks of the White Horse Temple of King Kong Cliff, after reading this allusion, had an understanding, and created "Huang Zhong Daying Transmission of the Dharma".

When the Buddha passed on the Dharma, the mana was transmitted in the mountains, rivers, grass and trees, or in the red dust and fireworks, or between the copper walls and iron walls, and there was almost no loss.

Just like "Tongshan Mountain collapses, Luo Zhong Dongying", the sound of the copper mountain collapse, on the Yellow Bell tens of thousands of miles away, with another form of sound, completely released.

The unique true qi and unique techniques practiced in this martial art can minimize the useless wear and tear when the skill is transmitted outward.

Normally speaking, if a master at the peak realm of the Heavenly Ladder can only injure people by breathing through the air, the effective killing range is only about thirty zhang.

Beyond this range, the palm power has decayed to the point that not even a single brick may be shattered.

However, the palm power of Zen Master Zhijie, slapped fifty zhang away, could still shake the figure of a puppet.

It is precisely because of his profound understanding of power transmission that he keenly captures those puppets that converge the sound of the wind, converge the sense of existence, and distort the light, and in the process of running, the soles of their feet touch the ground with a little vibration.

However, such a Zen master Zhijie, who was so godly, showed his skills, and made contributions in one fell swoop, after playing that move, his figure suddenly retreated.

He was originally sitting on a boulder, between the lightning and flint, and when he got up and retreated, there was also an extra footprint on the boulder.

Too often I stepped on a boulder, but the stone did not break or crack, but it sank into the ground entirely.

The powerful, complete, and single-minded reaction force produced by this phenomenon caused Tai Chang, who was already as fast as if there was no shadow, to burst out at an even more terrifying speed in an instant.

Zen Master Zhijie clearly saw that the air was even like a viscous wave of water, squeezing out layer by layer from the person's face and body.

His eyes were solemn to the extreme, and with a demeanor that seemed to be worshiping the Buddha for the first time in his life and worshipping the Buddha for the last time, he inevitably pushed with both palms and forcibly connected the two palms of Taichang.

For people in the True Form Realm, after practicing their courage, the effective range of air isolation strength will also step to a new level, but that is because the internal force has become more condensed, the sense of existence is stronger, and the enemy is easier to guard against.

The reason why the current palm power of Zhijie Zen Master can be transmitted very far is that it is all based on the ingenious internal power route, the technique is exquisite, and in the process of conduction, the interference with external objects is the least, and the loss is the lowest.

Therefore, the palm power transmission process is silent, formless and substantial, and more hidden than any hidden weapon.

He was just a Heavenly Ladder realm, and in terms of strength alone, compared to the five puppets who shared the essence of heaven and earth, he did not have an advantage over any of them.

The reason why the five puppets were able to crash out of control and hit the ground in one fell swoop was because of the grasp of timing and the concealment of the palm.

However, in the face of the close proximity of Taichang, the biggest advantage of Zhijie Zen Master in the palm of the method has no chance to be brought into play.

Rumble!!!!

The moment the four palms collided, the golden carving rosary wrapped around the wrist of Zen Master Zhijie suddenly emitted a golden light, all over the body, as if brushed with a layer of gold paint.

But in the next moment, Zen Master Zhijie's palm power was completely defeated, and the dark golden luster of his whole body was full of cracks, and he flew out upside down for nearly thirty zhang away.

Behind him was the river, and this time the collision caused him to tilt and tear the entire surface of the river.

For a moment, the river, which was already wide and shallow, broke off, revealing the cracked rocks at the bottom of the river, and then exploded into a series of waves like high walls.

Even with the full protection of the magic weapon, after Zen Master Zhijie fell on the opposite bank, he still ploughed out a deep ravine under his feet, and the broken gold paint on his body was completely blown away.

His eyes and ears were bleeding, his mouth was red, and he was caressing his chest, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

One move, another move.

It's a trick, and a fiasco is a trick!

From the sudden appearance of divine power to the fiasco and sudden retreat, Yang Ziwen, who was originally beside the Zen master, has not had time to blink an eye.

But his eyes didn't blink, and the throwing knives had already shot out.

This knife takes the knee of Taichang's left leg directly.

This part of the inner knee of the human body has a large tendon, which is also the position of the human body that is very easy to bend by force.

Taichang's left leg, which has just trampled on the boulder and rushed forward with force, must be in a state where the old force has been exhausted and the back force has not been born at this moment.

People who can practice flying knives have always been a god when they make a move.

But when the knife shot out, Taichang's left leg also bent forward like an uncertain prophet.

The speed of this bend was fast enough, and the timing was just right, causing the flying knife, not like it hit the opponent, but like sending the knife into the sheath, and was caught in the knee bend.

The tip of the knife may have barely broken through the body's true qi and broken through the tough layer of clothing, but it couldn't continue to break through the skin that was too usual.

Because he had already turned back, changed direction, and flicked his left leg straight, and flicked the throwing knife that had also been led out of direction and at the end of the crossbow.

Yang Ziwen folded his arms at the moment when he turned around, and he was hit by a palm, only flying out about five zhang, but he felt severe pain in his bones, and he fell to the ground and couldn't straighten his waist.

Taichang's palm can only be regarded as a draw after the flying Zhijie, and the strength is less than half of the attack Zhijie.

Helplessly, Yang Ziwen's degree of beating was far inferior to that of Zhijie Zen Master, and he failed to rely on lengthening the distance to alleviate the impact.

At this time, the other four people who were a little farther away finally came.

The other party was too ruthless, although they hadn't attacked them yet, but they subconsciously felt that their lives had been threatened, and they didn't even think of running away, so they instinctively resisted.

Yes, they were the attacking side, even the siege, but at least three of them had only thoughts in their hearts that were close to the idea of dying.

Only Darren is different, but Prince Darren has already transported the Bloody Secret Technique as soon as he made a move.

Prince Darren had long felt that the little monk Zhijie was a fierce rival, and his techniques were ingenious and unfathomable, and he originally thought of finding an opportunity to learn.

I never thought that a character who had such a thorough understanding of the transmission of strength would be forced to give up his strengths and carry the attack in the second move.

Such an enemy, if he doesn't use the Violent Blood Secret Technique for the first time, I'm afraid that in the next step, he won't even have the opportunity to use this secret technique.

When he saw Prince Darren too often, his face couldn't help but move slightly, and his body suddenly shone brightly, also with blood-red light.

The ground, the water, and the surrounding scenery are all rendered in a blood-red color.

Within fifty zhang, condensing light and leather!

The four masters are all making full efforts, and the strength around them is vertical and horizontal, and they can't directly restrict their actions.

But it hardens the air in their path and slows them down.

Prince Darren rushed the fastest, and his momentum did not decrease.

After the battle with Su Hanshan at the beginning, his mastery of the secret art of violent blood has improved.

The impact of the condensing light transformation qi on him in this state is already minimal.

But Taichang took this opportunity to dodge away from him, suddenly split into three, and fought with the other three in a row.

The one who seriously injured the Zen master of Zhijie was the wind and snow storm and the tiger roared and dominated the mountain!

Now the three of them who are in contact with the fists, swords, and arms of Harlan Mingjing, who are fully open with the magic weapon, are all ...... Wen Tao 100 stacks of hands!

(End of chapter)