"The Book of Seven Arrows with a Nail Head, Poor Dao has heard a little, and it is said that it shines in the battle of the gods in ancient times. This technique is also the inheritance of Taoist friends?"

Wumeng, a disciple of the Zhushan Sect, couldn't help but think about it, and then he was in awe, in the eyes of the side disciples who had the protection of the master and the inheritance, the inconspicuous left-handed people had a great background, and they couldn't be serious if they didn't want to.

Who knows, Ye Zhiqiu just waved his hand lightly and said with a smile: "The nailhead Seven Arrows book is too profound, and I won't either." It is not without precedent that successive generations of monks have figured out the mysteries and improved them in various ways, and created spells that are mutually reinforcing. I don't mean to be thick and thin on the past, it's just that the former sages had the ability to steal the sky and change the day, but it is difficult for my generation to display it, and the enemy of the monks is none other than the fortune of the dynasty. Within Liuhe, the leylines are stable, and they can't be mobilized when they are idle, and the gods are attached to the dragon qi pillar, and no matter how many magic spells there are, it is useless, which makes people sad and inexplicable. ”

Wumeng, a disciple of the Zhushan Sect, sighed: "What Daoist friends say is very true! However, it is better to be a peaceful dog than to be a troubled person. The rise and fall of a dynasty is the suffering of the people. ”

The corners of Ye Zhiqiu's mouth twitched: "Just now, Daoist friends still had a pride of becoming a Taoist against the sky. Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, he became a small citizen in the market, tossing and turning for a living. ”

Wumeng, a disciple of the Zhushan Sect, couldn't help but shake his head: "Daoyou is a person with great ability, and if you want to make a big career, you must want to attract people to join the gang." Anyway, the poor road is deep in mud, and it is difficult to move around, and the left and right are just a rotten life, and it will be handed over to Daoyou from today onwards. ”

Ye Zhiqiu didn't expect that his true intentions would be seen through by the disciple in front of him, and he said secretly: "It is worthy of being a Taoist who has lived for hundreds of years! ”

Today's covenant must be sworn by the blood of the Daomen, otherwise I will not be able to trust the Daoist friends completely, and you will not really rest assured. ”

Wumeng, a disciple of the Zhushan Sect, frowned slightly: "Daomen Blood Oath! Ancient Qi Refining's Method! From this point of view, the inheritance obtained by Daoist friends is indeed extraordinary. Anyway, I'll fight for 300 years of Taoism and make a big fuss with Taoist friends. ”

With that, he raised his left hand, clasped his thumb on his tail, and raised the other three fingers upward. Who knows, the Taoist friend on the opposite side is also in such a movement process, and the gestures are extremely skillful, obviously not the first time.

"Yu (poor Dao) swore to the sky today, and Taoist friend Wumeng (Zhiqiu) became friends of life and death, although not born on the same day and month of the same year, but I hope to die on the same day and month of the same year, this heart can show the sun and the moon, and the past gods are a ......"

Ye Zhiqiu said a word, and Wumeng followed suit, as soon as the oath ended, he heard the distant sky, thunder, obviously the two of them are sincere, and they have the induction of heaven and earth, so that they can make the oath.

After making the blood oath at the aisle gate, the expressions of the two of them were much more relaxed. Ye Zhiqiu stretched out his right hand: "Fellow Daoist, can you give me the "Past Mida Sutra" for reference." The rest of the estimation is in this scripture!"

Wumeng naturally didn't suspect it, so he used a trick to change the Shimen classic that he had finally stolen.

Ye Zhiqiu personally killed Sanskrit Buddhism in the main world, and he was naturally extremely familiar with the classics of this system, and after looking at the "Past Mida Sutra" for a while, he immediately found that this was a fragment that had been deliberately deleted.

Sure enough, he lacked the most critical golden body of the Buddha, but used the Dharma Weapon of Liberation as the goal of visualization. This is the number of ways that someone deliberately spread out to mislead the cultivators and refine their own souls into magic weapons. Such a vicious heart, only the great master of the Buddha can do this. ”

Ye Zhiqiu didn't like it in his heart, and he had the intention to lure Lu Zhudao people to come, so he transferred him to the incarnation of the mandala of the two realms of Sanskrit Buddhism, and the Great Sun Yantuo was manifested, replacing the Ruyi Golden Pagoda, the magic weapon of the Liberation Gate, and engraved on the "Past Mida Sutra".

Then, in the center of the scriptures, a golden-armored deity appeared, sitting in the void, surrounded by countless stars, and itself released a perfect sun wheel, and the flames erupted and rose, gathering the brilliance of the vast universe.

"Yu will be the appearance of the ancient gods and replace the magic weapon of the Liberation Gate. If you hold on to it and think about it from time to time, you will get its senses, and you will have the grace of God, and you can slowly wear away the burden of Taoist friends for many years. Even if the meaning of the Sutra seeps into the soul of the gods, it is like the ice of eternity, and it will slowly melt under the eternal sun. Yu estimated that if he insisted for a month, he could achieve a small success, and he could get rid of the power of the Liberation Gate in two months, and after three months, he reversed his soul and completely recovered. ”

Wumeng hurriedly stretched out his hand to take the improved version of the "Past Mida Sutra", but just looked at the "Great Sun Yantuo" in the center, and immediately had a sense, and the Sen Sen Yin Qi that was entangled in the five senses and seven orifices turned out to be much weaker.

Just by looking at it, it has such a miraculous effect. Wumeng was in a good mood, and he was even more convinced of Daoist friend Zhiqiu's words: "Three months? Poor Dao has survived more than three hundred years, and he doesn't care about three more months." As long as we can restore our original colors, no matter how many hardships and dangers, what is there to fear?"

Ye Zhiqiu smiled, didn't take the opportunity to talk, nodded lightly, and thought secretly: "Three months later, my Three Yin Demon Killing Knife will also be completed! Take advantage of this period of time to boil herbs to nourish the body, completely make up for the loss of vitality, and lay a solid foundation, which is really the first cornerstone for the great cause of rebellion in the future." ”

Everything is done here, Ye Zhiqiu knows that with his current cultivation alone, he can only kill the enemy by skill, and since the Eagle Jili Empire Expeditionary Force is on guard, it is not easy to start.

So, he invited him, and Wumeng, a disciple of the Zhushan Sect, immediately nodded in agreement, and the two walked together and walked in the direction of Jincheng.

Who would have thought that the gravediggers of the Barbarian Empire had already taken a big step and embarked on the road of subverting the imperial court and bent on rebellion?

With the help of the stars and moon on a midsummer night, two monks who are aspiring to defy the sky wander in the mountains and wilderness, although there are nocturnal beasts and groups of vicious dogs around them from time to time, but the two are masters of art and bold, and they have no fear at all, and they are gossiping without a word.

Most of the time, it was Wumeng, a disciple of the Zhushan Sect, who was talking, and Ye Zhiqiu pricked up his ears and listened carefully. After all, the "three sword fights" in the last years of the previous dynasty are really wonderful, although the specific details are not available, only the hearsay of the scaly claws, Ye Zhiqiu is very happy to hear it.

Just the famous divine soldiers and fairy swords, such as Ziying Qingsuo, Seven Cultivation, Nanming Lihuo, etc., listened to Di Ye Zhiqiu's saliva. After all, none of these things outside the body used for killing have soared away with the merits of famous and decent monks, and they have all remained in the hands of the fourth or fifth generations of disciples in Sichuan and Shu.

At first, I thought it was a projection of a historical fault, but I didn't expect that there were traces of martial arts and fairy tales, as well as countless young women who had been forced to renew the lives of the barbarian court. Fortunately, the Eden Cluster is completely wiped out, and the three major religions of this world will definitely have an impact! Hmph, they are all bad influences, and the heavens are as I please!"

Two monks walked at night, one with a body tempered by a barbarian warrior, and even if he didn't let go, his feet were not slow. The other is a left-handed person who is full of qi and blood in his body, full of energy, and eager to vent by hurrying, and his speed is naturally not slow.

So, the journey of dozens of miles can only be regarded as a warm-up for Ye Zhiqiu and Wumeng. Before midnight, the two arrived at the grass market outside Jincheng.

A watchdog nearby noticed something was wrong and immediately woke up in good spirits. When they saw the barbarian strong man with deep yin qi and like a ghost, they immediately whimpered, buried their heads deeply in their two front legs, and did not move.

Originally, Wumeng, a disciple of the Zhushan Sect, wanted to find a nearby inn to rest, but Ye Zhiqiu stretched out his hand to stop him: "My generation is a Taoist who has given his life to cultivation, how can he condescend to his dignity at will and wronged himself? It's too unsophisticated!"

After that, Ye Zhiqiu led the way in front, and brought the confused Taoist friend Wumeng into Jincheng, and in the dense alley like a spider's web, he turned around a few times, and climbed over the wall into a three-entry mansion.

The disciples of the Zhushan Sect looked up at the door number, it looked antique, obviously a little old, and the word "white" in the middle was huge, and he was still a little unimpressed.

After entering, he found that there are Qiankun in this mansion, the Jiangnan garden should have, the huge Taihu Lake stone, the atmosphere of the town residence, the top is lush, constantly alternating between the hair, the cycle repeats, the rich and rich everywhere, the degree of poverty and luxury, it is simply mad!

"Strange! I saw the aura of Zhilan and smelled the fragrance of herbs. In the market, where is such a weather, this family must be extraordinary, obviously a medical master!"