"Rigidity and softness, no desire is rigidity, this is the true meaning of the Vajra Demon Circle......" Murong Fu muttered, seeing that the "Broken Stone King Kong Circle" around him was getting smaller and smaller, he suddenly stretched out a hand and changed several postures in the air.

At the end of the day, a solemn and treacherous aura emanated from the area, spreading throughout the field in the blink of an eye, as if the entire space had been suppressed by an invisible force, and there was a slight stagnation in the operation of the Vajra Demon Circle.

A hint of incredulity flashed on the faces of the three monks, and before they could make any moves, they saw Murong Fu's fingers spinning like wheels, pinching several incomparably complex seals.

Compared with the people in the field, the people outside the field can see more intuitively and clearly, only to see that above the King Kong Demon Circle, the qi waves are rolling, and a huge palm print is faintly condensed, which is slowly pressing down, although the speed is slow, but there is a kind of momentum to suppress everything.

Murong Fu is using his strength to break the skill, and he will drop ten times with one force, and everyone can't help but think so in their hearts.

In fact, it is true, Murong Fu may have other means to crack the Vajra Demon Circle, but at the moment, this Tantric Mahamudra is the simplest and crudest one.

Murong Fuhui has a lot of martial arts, in terms of subtlety, the big mudra may not be ranked at all, because he has only learned five or six percent, but if you talk about any martial arts to give full play to your skills, in addition to the innate sword qi, count this big mudra.

In the middle of his thoughts, the handprint above the diamond circle has become clearer and clearer, and it is five or six zhang in size, and the "diamond circle" is only one-third the size in front of it, and the operation is becoming more and more difficult, almost to the point of stagnation.

The three monks glanced at each other, but they didn't change their tricks, firstly, they were already a little powerless and unable to control Ruyi, and secondly, this handprint covered the other three people, Murong Fu could not really suppress it, as long as he insisted on this moment, he could turn defeat into victory.

Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo suddenly felt suffocated in their breath, and it was a little difficult to move, and they were almost overwhelmed.

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth curled slightly, and he secretly sneered in his heart, everyone else thought that the big mudra was to fight against the vajra circle, but in fact, he just borrowed the aura of the big mudra.

But seeing that the handprint was about to fall on the top of Murong Fu and the others, it suddenly stopped, and then Murong Fu's hands changed suddenly, and the cobblestone floating around trembled slightly, and immediately detached from the original direction and was dragged by him.

"Not good!" both the disaster and the catastrophe were all complexional, and the black whip in his hand flashed wildly, wanting to pull the stone back.

But how could Murong Fu give them a chance, his hands shook suddenly, and a monstrous force burst out from his palms, and all the cobblestones were divided into three strands, flying towards the three monks respectively.

Du Er sighed slightly, and hurriedly collected the whip to defend himself, but the black whip of the other two monks was pulled by Murong Fu, and he couldn't move, so he had to let go of the black whip and put out several palms in a row.

There was a chaotic "bang, bang, bang", sparks in all directions, and debris splashed.

"Zhiruo, shoot!" Murong Fu snorted lightly, Zhou Zhiruo moved in response, infinite sword qi surged out, and he was overwhelmed by the disaster and tribulation, and was injured by the sword qi, "poof" twice, and spit out two mouthfuls of blood one after another.

However, Du Doom had the strength to resist the two waves of attacks in an orderly manner, but his face was also pale and his breath was sluggish, which was obviously extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing this opportunity, Zhang Wuji immediately flashed his body and swept towards the ancient well.

Zhou Zhiruo snorted coldly and was about to make a move, but Murong Fu reached out and pressed it, stopping her movements, and the two sides died down.

Zhang Wuji jumped off the ancient well without hesitation, and after a while, there was a crackling sound, and two figures flew out of the ancient well.

When everyone looked at it, they couldn't help but gasp, only to see Zhang Wuji's clothes in tatters, with seven or eight more wounds on his face, and as for the other person, he was blind, full of blonde hair, and although his face was pale, he was not injured.

"Is this the golden lion king Xie Xun......

For a while, everyone's eyes were a little hot, as if they were not looking at a person, but at the supreme treasure of the commanding martial arts.

Zhang Wuji glared at the three monks angrily, "Despicable, dignified Shaolin, the leader of the righteous path in the world, he actually hid a secret organ, intending to put my father and son to death." ”

The three monks were in an extremely bad state at this time, their breath was many times weaker than before, and they didn't sense what was going on in the ancient well just now.

Even the same is true of the evidence, the original plan of the Shaolin Temple was to borrow Xie Xun's name to show the world the courage of Shaolin, but it was not really to give Xie Xun away, there are three senior monks in charge, it is a foolproof thing, and it will definitely not install any more organs.

Murong Fu's eyes flashed slightly, and he quickly swept in all directions, but finally found nothing.

"Ahem......" Fang Zheng coughed dryly, his face was slightly red, and said, "Sect Leader Zhang, there may be some misunderstanding in this, my Shaolin will definitely not do such a dirty thing." ”

"Misunderstanding?" Zhang Wuji sneered, "Hmph, the martial arts of these three seniors are obvious to all, who else in the world can sneak into this place silently and install a mechanism to frame Shaolin?"

Fang Zhengden was speechless, and couldn't help but glance at Du Er, hoping that he could give an explanation.

Du Er closed his eyes and breathed for a while, opened his eyes and looked at Fang Zheng, and said lightly, "There was a disciple who came to deliver food to Xie Xun, what happened the day before yesterday. ”

"Dare to ask Senior Uncle, which disciple is it?" Fang Zheng hurriedly asked.

Du Er pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head, "He didn't say it, he just said that something big happened in the temple, and all the disciples had important things to do, so he asked him to bring food to Xie Xun." ”

"Yes, yes," Fang Zheng suddenly realized, "This must not be a disciple in my temple, otherwise, I won't even report the Dharma number, there was indeed a big event the day before yesterday, and all the monks in the temple were dispatched." ”

Du Er didn't ask again, but looked at Murong Fu, "Murong Gongzi, the three of my junior brothers admit defeat, this Xie Xun, let you and the others deal with it." ”

When he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more, even the other two monks.

"Cheng Kun, Cheng Kun, you come out, I know you're here, I know you're here, you come out......" Suddenly, Xie Xun yelled.

Everyone was taken aback by Xie Xun's hideousness, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but then they thought that there were so many masters here, and they were afraid that they would not be able to deal with Xie Xun.

Zhang Wuji hurriedly reassured, "Father-in-law, Cheng Kun is not here. ”

Xie Xun shook Zhang Wuji away, a pair of fish eyes gradually became bloodshot, and he yelled around, like crazy.

"It's noisy. Murong Fu waved his hand impatiently, and waved a force with his hand, and Xie Xun's body suddenly softened.

"Father-in-law!" Zhang Wuji was startled, and hurriedly picked up Xie Xun, only to find that he was only temporarily asleep, so he relieved himself.

In fact, Murong Fu was also a little strange in his heart, according to the original trajectory, Cheng Kun should indeed appear here, but he just saw that among the people present, none of them had Cheng Kun's breath, and there was no one else within a radius of several miles.

"Zhang Gongzi, can you return Xie Xun?" Zhou Zhiruo said lightly.

"This ......" Zhang Wuji's face froze, "Can you ask Master Zhou to be gracious......?"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhou Zhiruo, "Don't talk nonsense, let go of Xie Xun, otherwise you won't want to leave here today." ”

Zhang Wuji was helpless and slowly put Xie Xun back on the ground, and could only hope for Assasin's assurance.

"Master Fang Zheng," Murong Fu suddenly spoke, "I wonder if this martial arts conference is almost over here." ”

Fang Zheng nodded awkwardly, and said to everyone, "Everyone, Xie Xun's life and death are at the disposal of the Emei faction, so far, the martial arts conference is also a successful conclusion, if you don't dislike it, you can stay in the temple for a few days, and there are still a few senior monks in the temple who want to preach the scriptures in the near future." ”

Saying this, in fact, he is dripping blood in his heart, Shaolin Temple can be said to have lost his wife and broken his soldiers this time, not to mention the destruction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the limelight was robbed by the Emei faction, and now even Xie Xun has not been retained, all kinds of sourness, it is really difficult to say, scruples Since then, the reputation of Shaolin Temple will also plummet.

Everyone said goodbye.

Murong Fu and Assasin glanced at each other and nodded slightly.

Murong Fu and Zhou Zhiruo walked side by side, as for Xie Xun, he was carried by two Shaolin monks, Zhang Wuji had the heart to follow, but was persuaded to retreat by Zhou Zhiruo's warning eyes, and Assasin also said a few words to him, Zhang Wuji finally put his mind at ease for the time being.

Soon, Assasin caught up with Murong Fu and handed him a volume of scriptures without a trace.

Murong Fu did not shy away from Zhou Zhiruo, and opened it directly and looked at it, the scriptures were written in Chinese, and the five big characters "True Yan Soul Dementorship" were written on it.

Murong Fu guessed that this name must have been given by Assasin temporarily, at least the original scriptures definitely did not call this name.

The scriptures explain in detail the principles, mechanics, and methods of using Spiritualism, as well as how to crack it.

Murong Fu only roughly browsed it, even so, he had to admire the person who created this kung fu, he was really talented, and he could completely combine hypnotism and the power of thought, which was really incredible.

"Thank you Second Elder for your generosity. Murong replied and thanked him, he hadn't found any problems in this scripture for the time being, and he wouldn't have ventured to try to cultivate.

"Brother Murong is polite, as long as Brother Murong doesn't forget to promise me something. Assasin smiled, and glanced at Xie Xun behind him slightly as he spoke, and the meaning was self-evident.

"Haha, this will naturally not be forgotten, but the second elder should know that the Central Plains people have a saying that people are terrible, and Xie Xun naturally can't give it to you so blatantly, otherwise it's time to ask people to gossip. Murong Fu chuckled softly.

"It's nature. Assasin smiled, and as he walked around, his figure faded and disappeared without a trace.

Murong Fu pursed his lips and deliberately let me know that your injuries are half healed?

Zhou Zhiruo followed silently, and when she arrived at the temple, she parted from him, although she didn't say anything, but the faint attachment and reluctance were written on her face.

Murong Fu returned to the Zen Temple, where the women were already waiting.

"Alright, let's get out of this place in a moment. Murong Fu laughed.