Gan Ningyuan listened to the words of Jueyin and Juehui, and the surprise in his heart was incomprehensible. He had seen Granny Ling's martial arts with his own eyes, and he really couldn't imagine that there was anyone in the world who could hurt her.

At the same time, he began to worry about Su Xinyin, with Granny Ling's martial arts still seriously injured, Su Xinyin was only afraid that it would be more fierce and auspicious.

For a while, he came up with the idea of going to the Northern Underworld Cold Region.

and Jueyin Juehui said half a pillar of incense, Gan Ningyuan came out of the stone cave, and he already had an extra purple book in his hand, with a few words written on it.

Back at the thatched hut, Gan Ningyuan was uneasy, and took out the small jade bottle that Su Xinyin gave him when he was leaving, and was stunned.

"Alas!" Gan Ningyuan let out a long sigh, he obviously already had Su Yao in his heart, but he didn't know when, Su Xinyin also lived in his heart, lingering, making him very distressed.

Put aside the distracting thoughts, take out the lower part of the Mira Sutra and look at it carefully, it turns out that the Mira Sutra is a scripture that combines the cultivation of the mind and the cultivation of internal force, and it also records a divine skill of the Immortal Finger. In retrospect, the fingering of the middle-aged man who subdued Jue Yin that day was the finger of the prisoner.

After memorizing the content of the scriptures, Gan Ningyuan fell into contemplation, now he can learn a lot of martial arts, but he has never practiced any of them to the depths, so if he encounters a master like Fengling Shitai, he will have no power to fight back.

"All martial arts need to be based on internal force, so let's practice the Nameless Heart Method first, perhaps, it should be called the Cold Flame Heart Burning Technique. Gan Ningyuan muttered to himself.

With the help of the auxiliary effect of the upper part of the Miluo Sutra, Gan Ningyuan quickly cultivated the Cold Flame Heart Burning Technique.

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One day half a year later, the sky became gloomy, giving people an invisible sense of depression.

A thunderbolt slashed down, shaking the scalp numb, Gan Ningyuan woke up from his cultivation, looked at the sky, felt a little uneasy in his heart, and recited the Mira Sutra.

Master Jue Yin flew out of the hole, his face was unprecedentedly solemn, and the internal force of his inner body fluctuated, causing the air around him to distort and vibrate slightly.

"Master Ning Yuan, you can leave!" Jue Yin said towards Gan Ningyuan.

"Master Jueyin, if the temple is rotten, how can I sit idly by. "Gan Ningyuan has cultivated the Mira Sutra, although he has not yet left home, but he has had some feelings for the Prajna Temple in the past half a year.

"Senior Brother Juesen, you can leave with Ning Yuan's benefactor!" Jue Yin said to another, and then a burly and unusually big monk was the same great monk that Gan Ning Yuan had seen on the small hill that day.

"Senior brother, I live and die with the temple. The great monk named Jue Sen replied in a rough voice.

"Senior brother, if you don't leave, there will be no Pranyo Temple on the rivers and lakes in the future, let's go. Jue Yin said.

"Senior brother!" the great monk shouted, tears streaming down his eyes.

"Senior brother, the master said back then, you are wise and foolish, and the root of wisdom is above me and Senior Brother Juehui, so this burden will be left to you. Jue Yin said, his body had moved.

At this moment, a dark shadow instantly appeared by the stream. He was dressed in a black robe, making it impossible to see his true face.

"You guys go!" said Jue Yin and the black-robed man as they looked at each other.

Jue Sen looked at Gan Ningyuan, carried the latter and left, the speed was extremely fast, and ordinary people couldn't catch up at all.

Gan Ning didn't speak from beginning to end, he looked behind him, only to see that Jueyin and the black-robed man didn't move, and the only one who could make Jueyin treat him like this was the Heavenly Gang Leader.

Jue Sen took Gan Ning to walk on the path, and there was no trace of anyone during the process, and he walked out of the temple.

Speaking of Jue Yin, he recited the Buddha's name in his mouth, and another person flew down from the mountain above, but it was Juehui, and for a time a scene of two enemies and one was formed.

"God, why don't you put down the butcher's knife!" said Juehui.

"Noise, let's go together!" said the black-robed man coldly, his voice was thick, and it sounded like a sense of majesty.

The black-robed body moved slightly, his hands behind his back, but the robe was already windless, and his abdomen was surrounded by a cloud of black gas, which looked very weird.

"No wonder. Jue Yin said slowly! Jue Hui was shocked, because the Heavenly Demon Xuan Gong had disappeared hundreds of years ago, and was known as the head of the Demon Skill.

Juehui's body moved, his internal strength was surging, and his fists were divided into left and right hands, and he was actually single-minded and dual-purpose.

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the surrounding stones were shaken and rolled down into the stream, and the stream was even more beating, as if it had been subjected to tremendous force.

Jue Hui flew out upside down, slid backwards on the ground, retreated to the edge of the forest, and a big tree fell down in response, so he lost a lot of strength.

Jue Hui was shocked in his heart, although he had the Mira Sutra to protect his body, and his injuries were not serious, but the other party had such momentum before he made a move, and the sect master of the Chiyun Sect might not be able to do this.

Jue Yin did not move, and the internal force in his body suddenly dissipated, and the stones around him were suspended in mid-air, as if frozen.

"You're still an opponent!" the black robe smiled, his hands reached out, and the black gas spread, where the black gas passed, not a single grass grew, and these black gases had corrosive functions.

Jue Yin and Jue Hui both practiced the Mitra, but the latter's skill was far inferior to the former.

Jue Yin finger light, the black qi can no longer be an inch, the one used is the Prisoner Immortal Finger, this Prisoner Immortal Finger has been practiced by him to the extreme.

Seeing this, Juehui ran the Mira Sutra again, wanting to distract the black-robed man.

At this time, Jue Yin and the black-robed man are competing with internal force, with Juehui's cultivation can not get close at all, and he feels that the air is frozen seven or eight zhang away, and the power is amazing, if ordinary people go deep into it, I am afraid that it will be burst into a burst of blood mist in an instant.

"Jue because of the old bald donkey, your internal strength is not as good as that old woman's, it seems that this time it is really a great gain. The black-robed man still had some strength left, and his voice did not fluctuate in the slightest, which showed that his internal strength was above the cause of consciousness.

Jue Yin's Immortal Finger gradually declined, and under the continuous intrusion of black qi, the air became trembling.

"Poof!" Jue Yin was exhausted, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his front was instantly surrounded by black gas.

"Senior brother!" Jue Hui shouted in despair, his face was flushed, and his feet slammed down, his internal force was condensed into a point, and it was also a prisoner immortal finger, and his desperate blow finally gave the black-robed man some trouble, like an awl inserted into the black gas.

The black-robed man was concentrating on dealing with Jue Yin, and he didn't want Jue Hui to burst out with such internal force, so he could only attack a little bit in front.

A monster's roar appeared, and Juehui was directly drowned in it.

In the moment of Juehui's death, Jue Yin saw the opportunity and gathered his internal force a little, and the domineering of his Immortal Finger was not comparable to the former.

The figure of the black-robed man was stunned, his eyes showed his color, and he and the black qi turned into one with the strange roar, and the demon appeared, and Jue Yin was also submerged in it.