Looking at the wind blades and stones that swept in, they were unable to break through the red-colored translucent light clock that he had transformed, and the flower-picking monk, who was originally a little panicked because he was caught off guard, immediately calmed down. He even laughed proudly: "Monk, this blood-refining monk's robe of mine is a second-grade defensive treasure. The Wind Stone Soul Snatching Array placed by Daoist friends here is only a human-level first-order formation. I want to use it to break through the defenses of my blood refining robes. Isn't that a bit wishful thinking?"

Although the flower-picking monk saw that Zhang Wenzhong had placed a wind stone soul snatching array in this alley, he never thought that this wind stone soul snatching array was not ordinary, but an array made of wind stone flags. This Wind Stone Soul Snatcher Array and Wind Stone Banner are the same, and their effects are similar. If it is used alone, it really can't break through the defense of the blood refining monk's robe. But with their interconnection, the power of the increase is not a star and a half, but an exponential increase.

Naturally, the monk would not know about these things, and he even thought that he had peeked through Zhang Wenzhong's details at this time, and was slightly squinting at his fierce eyes, and muttered to himself: "Since it is the Wind Stone Soul Snatching Array, then the person who sets up the formation must be the son of the Qimen Dunjia Sect." Among these current cultivation sects, only the people of the Qimen Dunjia Sect are like the spiders that weave webs to prey, and like to set up formations in advance and use the power of the formations to hurt people. What's more, this person has been hiding in the shadows and refusing to show up, but he has the same style as those guys who like to hide and hide in the Qimen Dunjia Sect. The Wind Stone Soul Snatching Array is just the entry formation of the Qimen Dunjia Sect, since this person has set up this array. That means that his cultivation is not high, and it is estimated that he has not yet broken through the Qi refining period. The people of the Qimen Dunjia Sect are not good at fighting for their lives, let alone just a rookie in the Qi refining period? He obviously poses no threat to me. Rather than pestering him more here. provoked those guys to notice, it is better to quickly catch this virgin with a seven-trick exquisite heart and leave. After waiting for rì, my cultivation was successful. It's not too late to go to their Qimen Dunjia Sect to ask for an explanation

After making up his mind, the flower-picking monk pounced on Su Xiaomei again, and laughed loudly: "Niu, little girl, I didn't expect you to be a bait. But this time, you'll have to take yourself along. Hahahaha Su Xiaomei was already stunned by the bizarre scene in front of her, but when she saw that the flower-picking monk pounced again, she immediately came back to her senses. In this extremely short moment, instead of panicking, she was extremely calm and composed, and quickly followed the method taught by Zhang Wenzhong. She used the amulet she held tightly in her left hand.

A white light suddenly bloomed from the talisman, and Su Xiaomei's figure suddenly distorted. Just a second before the hand of the flower-picking monk was about to grab her shoulder, she actually disappeared out of thin air, making the flower-picking monk pounce.

A second later, Su Xiaomei appeared beside Zhang Wenzhong. The function of that talisman was to teleport her to Zhang Wenzhong's side.

"Was that an instant?" Su Xiaomei's eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and she had a stunned expression. She couldn't believe what she had just experienced. After all, it's just too mysterious. "Am I not dreaming? Or am I hallucinating because I stayed up late last night playing games?"

"Little sister, stay here and don't move. Zhang Wenzhong first told Su Xiaomei, and then instructed the three-legged wu: "You stay here and protect the little sister!"

"Yes!" The three-legged crow didn't care about continuing to dress up as an ordinary crow at this time, and after answering, Lixuan gathered on Su Xiaomei's shoulder and perched.

Zhang Wenzhong is holding the Desert Eagle in his left hand. Holding a three-foot sword in his right hand, he jumped out of hiding place and rushed towards the flower-picking monk.

"Oh my God, you, you crow can actually speak human language?!" Su Xiaomei looked at the three-legged black that stopped on her shoulder with a frightened face, and asked in shock, "Are you a monster?"

"Youkai, you're big, you're a youkai. Your whole family is a monster!" "The three-legged black hated the most, that is, others said that it was a crow or a monster. Now that Su Xiaomei has both of them, she is so angry that the feathers on her body are all blown up. If it weren't for the fact that Su Xiaomei was likely to become Zhang Wenzhong's apprentice, I was afraid that it would have already pecked at Su Xiaomei fiercely. "Honestly stay here for me, don't move, don't shout. Otherwise, I'll peck your face and make you break your face!"

Su Xiaomei was taken aback, and quickly shut up and stopped talking. Privately, he was speculating in his heart: "This doesn't look like a dream, it doesn't look like a hallucination, who can tell me, this," what the hell is going on?"

Just when Zhang Wenzhong jumped out of the hiding place. Monk Yín also noticed him. However, the monk did not panic because of this, but still sneered, and said in a sarcastic tone: "If you keep hiding like that, I will really have to spend some time and jīng effort to find you."

But now you are stupid enough to take the initiative to show up, "Okay, let me kill you first, and then go and catch that virgin with a seven-trick exquisite heart!" He jumped and rushed towards Zhang Wenzhong.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenzhong suddenly raised his left hand. "Bang," bang. It was two shots shè to pick flowers yín monk.

Originally, when he saw Zhang Wenzhong holding a pistol in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, the monk who picked flowers was still very funny, and even couldn't help but sneer and sneer: "Look at what you are holding in your hand? Is it a pistol? Haha, should you be naïve to think that this little pistol can hurt me? Stupid However, his ridicule had just sounded, and he was forced to stop abruptly. Because he was shocked to find that what came out of this pistol was not an ordinary bullet, but two bullets that shimmered with golden light!

"Why will the bullets shine?" Monk Caihua was stunned for a moment, and then reacted: "This pistol is not an ordinary goods, but a magic weapon!"

Although he was full of shock, the monk did not panic, and he did not even dodge the parry. In this way, he continued to rush towards Zhang Wenzhong in the face of bullets. He had high confidence in the defensive power of the Blood Refining Monk's Robe, and at the same time, he also knew that the Qimen Dunjia Sect was only good at formations, not at refining weapons. The magic weapon in the hands of this rookie disciple of the Qimen Dunjia Sect cannot be said to be just a low-grade magic weapon. No matter how strong the attack power is. I don't want to break through the red sè translucent light clock made of the blood refining monk's robe

Although the monk Caihua yín felt that the magic weapon in Zhang Wenzhong's hand was not of high level, he still had the intention of killing people and grabbing treasures. After all, no one will have too many things like magic weapons. "The magic weapon falls into the hands of a vegetable like you, it is undoubtedly a tyrannical thing, or give it to a virtuous person like the monk and me, so that it can be wielded to the greatest effect!"

Seeing the flowers picking, the monk did not dodge or dodge. Facing the bullet and pounced on him, a sneer suddenly appeared on Zhang Wenzhong's face.

In the two crashing sounds, the two bullets that shimmered with golden light violently collided on the red sè translucent light clock that shrouded the body of the flower-picking monk. As Monk Caihua had predicted, the two bullets were not able to cause even the slightest damage to the crimson translucent light clock.

However, just as he was about to laugh triumphantly, the situation suddenly changed.

Originally, it swept in from all directions. Constantly bombarding the wind blades and stones of the red sè translucent light clock in the form of a covering attack, at this time, it actually changed the way of attacking. They are no longer bombarded with a blanket of translucent light clocks, but instead have been targeted attacks. The two points they attacked were the same points where the two glittering golden bullets hit just now.

The monk was horrified that there were slight cracks on these two points. And with the crazy bombardment of wind blades and stones, the cracks on these two points are gradually increasing, increasing and deleting

"This, how is this possible? My blood refining monk's robe is a second-grade treasure, how can it be broken like this?" Although he refused to believe that it was true, this fact was in front of him, and he had to believe it.

Watching the cracks continue to spread. It won't be long before the red translucent light clock that was turned into a blood-refining monk's robe will be completely shattered. Instead, the flower-picking monk calmed down and said secretly: "This formation is definitely not an ordinary wind stone soul snatching array. The magic weapon that this guy just used is definitely not a low-grade magic weapon. As for his cultivation, "Fucking is definitely not a rookie in the Qi refining period! I'm fucking deceived, this guy is clearly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

"Withdraw, I have to withdraw! Now that the situation is completely under his control, I must withdraw before the Blood Refining Monk's robe is completely shattered. Otherwise, I'm probably going to have to leave my life here," Monk Caihua made the right decision in an instant according to the current situation, his feet on the ground a little, his arms spread widely, and the whole person was like a goshawk soaring with wings outstretched, retreating sharply. At this time of life and death, the degree of his retreat was a few points faster than the degree of his forward pounce.

"You want to run, it's too late!" Zhang Wenzhong took the trouble to lay such a trap to lure him into the bait, how could he let him run away? The three-foot sword suddenly roared out, and shè to the monk who picked flowers.

With the breath of the sword!

Seeing this scene, the flower-picking monk really wanted to cry.

Are you a disciple of the Qimen Dunjia Sect? Aren't you good at cultivating the formation honestly? Why do you still want to go to learn the sword cultivation of the sword cultivation of qi imperial swordsmanship? What is the difference between you doing this and snatching the sword cultivator's job? How can you make the sword cultivators embarrassed? How can you make me embarrassed?

Monk Caihua knew very well that his blood refining monk's robe had reached the verge of shattering, and he would definitely not be able to resist this thunderous sword. So he tore off the string of ** beads with one hundred and eight beads, so that all these dark red ** beads were scattered.

Contrary to common sense, these dark red sè** beads did not fall to the ground, but were suspended in the air with some regularity.

From a distance, these one hundred and eight dark red sè** beads suspended in mid-air were faintly composed of a statue with three sides and four arms, staring like a bell. The fangs stand up, and the angry crown is angry, and there is a lot of anger and anger like the king of the Ming Dynasty!

Just as the statue of the Wrathful King had just taken shape, the violent wind blade and the powerful stones also completely shattered the blood refining monk's robe, and swept towards the flower-picking monk like a storm.

The monk who picked flowers seemed to be unable to see the wind blades and stones swept around him, he put his hands together, and recited a Sanskrit mantra of wrath in a very fast voice. In the sound of the incantation, the statue of the Wrathful King composed of one hundred and eight ** beads actually bloomed with wisps of dark red light. Immediately afterwards, this statue of the Angry Ming King, who was originally with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, and then raised his four arms. Facing the wind blades and stones swept in from all directions. The sound of explosions rang out suddenly. And so on.

Fortunately, it was a rainy night of thunder and lightning, and the sound of thunder and lightning hid all the explosions. Otherwise, this continuous explosion will definitely attract the attention of the students and lead to unnecessary trouble.

Under the protection of this statue of the Wrathful King, the flower-picking monk was undamaged under the siege of wind blades and stones.

At this time, the three-foot sword came to the statue of the angry king.

The statue of the angry king with cracked teeth and a terrifying face waved his four arms towards the three-foot sword that came like thunder. The monk who picks flowers knows very well that whether he is dead or alive depends on the fight in front of him. So he gritted his teeth and gambled all his life's cultivation on this game, just hoping to be able to defeat this flying sword, and then quickly escaped from here.

As for revenge?

As the saying goes, it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Although he is a monk and not a gentleman, he can still calm down. What's more, he has not only obtained the cultivation secret book of King Ming's Huanxi Zen Gong now, but also obtained that good treasure that is of great benefit to the improvement of his cultivation! Therefore, as long as he doesn't die here, it only takes twenty or thirty years of hard work for his cultivation to be able to achieve a small success. When the time comes, I will come to this person for revenge. It's not too late!

The wisps of dark red light that bloomed from the statue of King Ming were instantly victorious, and they actually merged with each other, turning into a beautiful woman with a hot body, a delicate appearance, and a naked concubine!

The angry King Ming, who had cracked his teeth and a hideous face, and the naked, charming and enchanting Concubine Ming, struck the three-foot sword with a left and a right slam.

Because of his preconceived notions, the monk Caihua Yín identified Zhang Wenzhong as a disciple of the Qimen Dunjia Sect. So in his mind, even if Zhang Wenzhong learned this qi sword technique by chance, he should not be very well cultivated, and he must not be able to stop the joint attack of the angry King Ming and Concubine Ming. However, just when he was ready to flee after defeating the three-foot sword, the three-foot "mind and body face suddenly had an abnormal change, and a blue halo rippled out of the sword's body, rising towards the dark rainy sky...

The pouring rain that fell from the sky suddenly stopped.

"The rain has stopped?" Although he was very nervous, there was still a bad premonition in the heart of the flower picker, which made him can't help but raise his head and look at the dark night sky above his head.

It's okay not to look at it, but at a glance, the flower-picking monk couldn't help but exclaim: "This,, what is this?!"

It turned out that the pouring rain that fell from the sky did not stop, but under the action of that ** blue halo. It was fused together, and it turned into a hideous water dragon, churning in the dark night sky. The rumbling thunder was like the roar of a water dragon, which made the flower-picking monk stunned, and cold sweat instantly seeped out from the pores around his body.

"This, this is the Jiaolong Sword Technique of the Kanshui Sect?! This sword technique, only those who have comprehended the sword intent can cultivate it. Could it be that this guy is not a disciple of the Qimen Dunjia Sect, but a disciple of the Kanshui Sect? Since he has comprehended the sword intent. Isn't his cultivation above the Dan stage?"

Zhang Wenzhong used to be an immortal, although his physical body and cultivation were lost, but he was interested in the "Great Dao." , to the "sword intent." The comprehension and understanding are still there. And the sword intent he exuded at the moment. It is not the sword intent comprehended by an ordinary cultivator, but the sword intent comprehended by an immortal at the peak of an immortal.

This kind of sword intent, for the flower-picking monk, is as straight as the top of the five mountains, crushing the last trace of luck in his heart.

Feeling the terrifying sword intention swept towards him, he watched the hideous water dragon pounce on him. The expression on the face of the monk was only despair. He opened his mouth wide and gave up for the last time in his life: "It's over" This time it's really over"

This hideous water dragon instantly devoured the angry king and concubine Ming, and then swallowed the flower-picking monk into his mouth.

"Boom

The water dragon burst in an instant, turning into countless water droplets, splashing in all directions.

The flower-picking monk who was devoured by the water dragon was lying upright on the ground at this time, no longer breathing. Although his appearance was not scarred at all, his internal organs had been shattered by the sword intent and rain that had penetrated into his body.

After confirming that the flower-picking monk had died, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Kill the monk who picks flowers. It seems to be going well, but the risks involved are also enormous.

Use bait to lure the flower-picking monk to "set up a wind stone soul-snatching array and break the blood refining monk's robe" "Use the pouring rain to cast the dragon sword trick to kill the flower-picking monk,"

Each of these steps may seem simple, but it is extremely dangerous. If something goes wrong. Even the slightest sarcasm will make the outcome of the situation unfold on the other side.

Zhang Wenzhong walked over to the corpse of the flower-picking monk.

Something peeking out of the arms of a flower-picking monk. Caught his attention. He leaned down and took the object out of the flower-picking monk's arms.

It is a package wrapped in several layers of plastic sheeting, on which some Sanskrit characters are written in cinnabar.

Zhang Wenzhong lifted the wrapped plastic sheeting, revealing the contents of it.

Wrapped in plastic sheeting, in addition to a thin parchment book, there is also a statue of the Buddha of Joy forged from pure gold, only the size of a fist. This statue of the Buddha of Joy looks exactly like the image of the King of Ming and the Ming Concubine who were summoned by the monk who picked flowers just now.

Looking through the parchment cheats, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but be very surprised: "It turned out to be King Ming's Huanxi Zen Gong?! This is the secret of Tantric Huanxi Zen." No, even if he is a disciple of Tantra, with his qualifications and character, he will not be able to learn the Ming Wang's Huanxi Zen Gong, let alone hide the secret book of the Ming King's Huanxi Zen Gong with him. ”

The Ming King Huanxi Zen Gong is a kind of tantric dual cultivation exercise, which is originally intended to allow both male and female Taoists to enter their own cultivation while practicing this exercise. This exercise is very important for the character of the practitioner, because if the character is not good, it is very likely that he will go around picking other people's yang jīng and yīnjīng in order to greatly improve his self-cultivation."

As far as Zhang Wenzhong knows, the acceptance of Tantric Huanxi Zen is extremely strict, and there are even fewer people who can learn the Ming Wang's Huanxi Zen Gong. With the qualifications and character of this flower-picking monk, it is obvious that he is not qualified to learn. Ten **, this cheats book was stolen by him!

When Zhang Wenzhong was in his last life, although he was well-read, he had read all kinds of cultivation cheats and exercises. But this king rejoiced in Zen exercises. But I've always heard of it but haven't been able to see it. Taking this opportunity, he flipped through this book of King Ming's Huanxi Zen Gong.

"Huh" At a glance, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and said to himself in surprise: "I really didn't expect that King Ming's Huanxi Zen Gong would be so magical." Among the two cultivators, only one person needs to have the qualification to cultivate the truth, and even if the other person does not have the qualification to cultivate the truth, he can also use this practice to step into the realm of cultivation, so as to achieve the ultimate goal of the common enlightenment path

Closing the parchment cheats, Zhang Wenzhong's eyes couldn't help but appear in front of You Jia, Lin Ziman and Tan Qingqing

Although Zhang Wenzhong is an elm head who doesn't know women very well, he can also see the deep affection of these three women for him. Before that, the reason why he chose to pretend to be stupid was because none of these three women had the qualifications to cultivate the truth.

During the Tang Dynasty, he also had a gentle and lovely wife. After he embarked on the path of cultivation, his wife was not able to cultivate with him because she did not have the qualifications to cultivate truth. At last. He could only watch his wife grow old and even die."

This pain is truly difficult to describe in words!

Zhang Touzhong didn't want to go through the same pain again, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb before the tenderness and sweetness of the three women.

But now, with the Ming King Huanxi Zen Gong. Things have taken a turn for the better."

After putting this parchment scroll secret book into his pocket without hesitation, Zhang Wenzhong set his eyes on the fist-sized pure gold Joy Buddha statue. At a glance, he realized that this statue of the Buddha of Joy was not simple."