Mu Nan's abrupt voice came, and his figure stopped more than ten feet apart from Tu Cheng's three people.

His gaze swept over the blood dragon on Tu Cheng's back.

Xiao Zhuzi dodged a few times, and when he reached the right side of Tucheng, he looked at the two ascetics with cold eyes.

"Brother Munan! Thank you, Buddha! Tu Cheng sighed excitedly, and then asked, "How did you get to Beiliu Qingzhou?" ”

"North Stream?"

Mu Nan was stunned.

Coming out of the river basin, I actually arrived at Beiliu Qingzhou, where the Beiliu Zen Temple belongs.

So far away.

Glancing at Tu Cheng's despondency again, he couldn't help but tease: "Brother Tu, what about the North Stream covering me?" ”

"Hey, I'm afraid I can't cover it!" Tu Cheng pursed his mouth and showed a bitter face: "Beiliu Zen Temple......"

"Hmph, are you going to accompany Tu Cheng to die?"

An ascetic interjected and interrupted the two of them to "catch up".

"Brother Tu, do you remember the red dragon in Jiuzhen City?"

Mu Nan saw that the two ascetics in front and back had unkind faces, and spoke.

"Ten breaths!" Tu Cheng knew what he was referring to.

Mu Nan is just in the realm of Jiedan, and he is only worthy of stepping through the realm of four-grade ascetics.

And the two ascetics, one in front and one in the back, have been in the fourth grade for a long time, and they can almost be compared with the realm of transforming gods.

In this case, Mu Nan rashly joined the battle, and ordinary means were to no avail.

But if the two dervishes stood still, the outcome was immediately reversed.

Moreover, he and Mu Nan had a tacit cooperation in the killing of the Mirage Building.

Tu Cheng couldn't help but sigh again: "Amitabha, the Buddha is compassionate. ”

"This fellow Daoist, are you here to save the scene?"

The corners of the dervishe's mouth curled, and he sneered: "What is the difference between you and the ants in this kind of battle? ”

"Roar!"

Seeing that he despised Mu Nan, Xiao Zhuzi was a little reluctant, roared angrily, lowered his body, and was ready to attack.

"Evil animals, it's just a demon pill, and you dare to make a mistake!"

The dervishe's disdain completely angered Little Bamboo.

The little bamboo twisted from side to side, its sharp claws clutching at the ground, its teeth shining with cold light.

The silver-white demonic aura blasted the snow under his feet to all sides.

"Most villains die from talking too much!"

Mu Nan smiled and raised his eyebrows at Tu Cheng.

Tu Cheng understood, and his momentum rose a little:

"Hmph, carving insect skills, dare to get an axe! Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Blood Dragon Descends! Prajna Pa Ma Kong! ”

The blood dragon rose from its shoulder.

Kill the Buddha with a hundred zhang, open his eyes angrily, and sit on the clouds.

The two ascetics secretly said "not good", and the Buddhist vajra seal was hurriedly formed.

But it was too late.

The figure had just flashed out, and it was fixed halfway.

It's like a statue, but it's much more lifelike than a statue.

Mu Nan did not hesitate at all, sacrificed the measuring ruler, and slashed: "One question, what is the longevity of the sky." ”

The measuring ruler flashed a light and disappeared into the ascetic behind Tucheng.

The little bamboo has long been unable to hold back.

At the moment when the dervishes settle down, seize the opportunity.

Jumping in place, the body splits in two.

They all rushed towards the ascetic monks in front of Tu Cheng with phantoms.

Converge into one before him.

Drill in from the chest and out of the back.

It seems to be just a simple pounce!

Dervishes are painless, painless, painless, and itchy.

Mu Nan thought that the little bamboo technique had failed, and the thunder in the sky was in his hand, so he had to mend the knife.

He couldn't deliver a second blow.

can only use the sky-high lightning blitz to injure the dervishes, and then plot other things.

The thunderstorm has not yet been issued.

When I looked closely, Xiao Zhuzi's mouth actually bit the soul of the ascetic.

Dragged on the ground, torn to pieces.

The sound of chewing traveled far and wide in the snow, and it was extremely permeating.

"It's brutal!" Mu Nan frowned and smashed his mouth: "Fierce beast! Ancient beasts! ”

Ten breaths to come!

The ascetic behind Tu Cheng flashed with golden light, and his body was divided into two, and the "half face" was unbelievable.

The ascetic in front of Tu Cheng sat on the ground with a dull face and blank eyes.

It's almost the same as the destruction of the soul.

Tu Cheng crossed his knees on the spot, playing the Buddha's words: "Amitabha! ”

"I didn't faint this time!" Mu Nan teased: "Is there no reason to pretend to be dead?" ”

Tu Cheng smiled and said, "I am already a fourth-grade ascetic, and the Buddha's power is naturally different from the past. ”

"Brother Nan, there is a demonic breath!"

Xiao Zhuzi licked his mouth, smacked the taste, and jumped to Mu Nan's side.

"Demons?" Mu Nan wondered, "Is that the statue?" ”

"It's ...... That cuckold of yours? Got bigger? Tu Cheng looked at Xiao Zhuzi suspiciously and asked.

Mu Nan: "...... Let's talk about the Beiliu Zen Temple. ”

Three days ago, there was a thunderstorm.

The Beiliu Zen Temple was suddenly covered by the Soul Suppression Bell, which ranked tenth on the Immortal Weapon List.

A bell rings.

The sound is drumming.

Everyone in the Beiliu Monastery could hardly resist the shock of the spirit.

The abbot was the first to react.

With great mana to stabilize the Beiliu Zen Monastery without breaking, Da Luo Buddha stood up to the sky and the earth, wanting to open the soul bell.

But he didn't expect that the abbot Huijue actually used the immortal weapon to suppress the demon tower and attack behind him.

So much so that the abbot was seriously injured on the spot.

The abbot glanced at Huijue in disbelief.

He was relieved.

For thousands of years, Dodge has infiltrated the Beiliu Zen Temple like a back garden.

Even Huijue, who is usually submissive, has become an informant of the Blood Demon Sect.

"Beiliu Zen Temple treats you well!"

"But I want to be the abbot!"

Huijue's reason is simple and straightforward.

The abbot smiled bitterly, and with a wave of his robe, he wrapped Huijue and made him unable to move.

Then cultivate the whole body into one finger, and cooperate with the Buddha Fury Vajra in the town courtyard, and break the soul bell with one blow.

"The North Stream is immortal!"

With all his souls destroyed, the abbot left a glimmer of life for the Beiliu Zen Temple.

Seeing this, the disciples rose up to resist, but unexpectedly, there were not a few traitors planted by the Blood Demon Sect.

For a while, the screams were endless.

Tu Cheng killed the two traitors, knowing that the general trend had gone, and under the cover of two "loyal" Buddhist disciples, he fled instead.

Suddenly, the two dervishes were also members of the Blood Demon Sect.

Bring him out alone, just to keep the prize to himself.

"I fought 3,600 rounds with two Buddhist rebels, and when I was about to win, I met Brother Munan."

Tu Cheng's narrative tone was flat, and it didn't seem to be about the Beiliu Zen Temple.

It's something as innocuous as "what did you eat today?"

There is only the last sentence, and the tone rises and falls.

Apparently when he was telling a lie, he was overly excited.

"Brother Tu, you've changed!" Mu Nan's emotion was a little more than him.

Whether it is the righteousness of the abbot or the cunning of the abbot, it is embarrassing.

The catastrophe of the Beiliu Zen Monastery is by no means something that can be described in a few words.

The shadow behind it is still the Spring God Sect.

Especially that quirky statue.

Zhao Sihai's Demon Suppression Tower appeared on the body of Huijue of Beiliu Zen Temple, which has explained everything.

"You monk, but you are unkind."

In the case of small bamboo, it is much more direct.

"Amitabha!" Tu Cheng is not happy or sad: "The robbery of the Zen temple is a fixed number in the underworld, and it is a test of the Buddha, what is my sadness?" ”

Mu Nan sighed and retorted, "If the Buddha has no compassion, what kind of Buddha are you still cultivating." ”

Tu Cheng seems to have an understanding.

The long-suppressed sadness welled up in my heart.

Began to cry silently, then hid his face and sobbed, and finally cried.

The mountains and rivers that cry are sad for it and endure for a long time.

Xiao Zhuzi leaned towards Mu Nan, snuggled up to his lap, and whispered:

"Brother Nan, did you stab the hornet's nest?"

Mu Nan said helplessly: "Crying, it may be better." ”

He didn't expect that just saying a word with empathy would cause Tu Cheng to cry loudly, almost to the point of grief.

If you knew this was the case, why bother talking too much.

"Do you want to persuade him?"

"How to persuade?"

"Brother Nan, if you can make him cry, you should persuade him."

"Makes sense!" Mu Nan pondered for a moment and said to Tu Cheng: "People can't be resurrected after death, mourn." ”

Tu Cheng was stunned.

turned to cry and cry for the sky, blood and tears.

Xiao Zhuzi sighed: "It's not a matter if it goes on like this." ”

Mu Nan continued: "The world is unpredictable! ”

Fortunately, Tu Cheng cried until midnight and fainted.

The desolation of the wilderness was stopped.

Otherwise, Mu Nan is afraid that he will die of guilt.

"Let's go, just wake up!"

"In which direction?"

"It's a problem."

Mu Nan looked around, pinched Tucheng, sacrificed the jade futon, and casually found a direction to sweep away.

Xiao Zhu picked up the purple gold bowl and followed closely.

After flying for an hour, I found a snow cave and got into it.

When he turned around, he saw the appearance of the little bamboo, and teased: "When Tucheng wakes up, ask for the purple gold bowl." ”

"What do you want this thing for?" The little bamboo was holding a purple gold bowl and his speech was slurred.

Mu Nan was meaningful: "Be your dignity." ”

"Phew!"

Xiao Zhuzi shook his head and threw the purple gold bowl a few feet away: "I am Chaotian." ”

……