Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Seven Treasures
Don't think that if you are an acquired Qi practitioner, you are also one of my guards in your previous life!
The strong wind in the hands of the men of Tianmen in the main hall has not yet dissipated, and the huge stone sculpture that is more than one foot high has once again set off a monstrous storm.
The wooden windows rattled back and forth, and the gray cloth was rolled up to the sky, making the sound of hunting wind.
The man's eyes shrank, the two fought just now, and the strength of the other party had already surprised him, but at this time, Chen Ziang's heroic posture of holding up the sculpture with one hand made him can't help but change his face greatly.
'This man's strength is incredible!'
The boulder sculpture fell from the sky, like a dark cloud overwhelmingly pressing down, so that the man had nowhere to hide but to resist.
"Drink!"
The man suddenly let out a loud shout, and the sound exploded like thunder, and the sound wave rushed to the west like a substance.
With Chen Ziang's non-human physique, he felt the eardrum vibrate in an instant, and the movements in his hands slowed down.
"Boom ......"
The boulder sculpture slammed into a pair of fleshy palms, exploding, and the rubble scattered in all directions, and the man of Tianmen spurted blood and fell backwards.
Chen Ziang's eyes were happy, and the moment he fought just now, he already understood the difference between the two.
The other party's physical body should have been tempered by true qi and be as strong as steel. And the true qi in his body is even more fierce and domineering, and it is completely integrated, and he has no way to unload his strength under the fight, and he can only use his body to resist after being hit.
And his only advantage is his innate divine power, after the blessing of the Heavenly Arhat Physiognomy Method, his strength is at least twice as strong as when he first came to this world!
Although the other party is an acquired Qi practitioner, his strength is much smaller than his own!
With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, Chen Ziang held the sculpture of the remaining half of his body in his hand, like a weightless dark cloud, attacking the other party from all angles.
Before the man from Tianmen could come to his senses, he saw the half of the sculpture coming flat like a wheel.
At his feet, the man forced himself to press the qi and blood surging up his chest, turned into a wisp of green smoke that seemed to be nothing, and moved at a ghostly speed in the main hall, dodging the continuous pressure of the half-cut sculpture.
Sure enough, the movements of the person with internal qi could not be fathomed at all, and the change of direction was without warning, and it was easy for him to suffer if he fought close to him. ’
The sculpture in Chen Ziang's hand danced, and the moves were ever-changing, endless, and he actually suppressed the other party to death.
"Ah......h
After dodging for a long time, he still couldn't get rid of the sculpture behind him, and the fierce color in the eyes of the Tianmen man flashed, and he suddenly opened his mouth and roared again.
With the roar, his hands suddenly became crystal clear, like a pair of works of art, full of strange allure.
"Click......"
With both hands forward, the sculpture made of mountain stones was instantly cracked by him like mud, and he couldn't stand the vigorous force, and took five or six steps back.
Chen Ziang's eyes shrank sharply, threw away the little stone left in his hand, and went up to the second floor with a scurry.
"Thief dares!"
With angry shouts, the man's body folded and jumped straight to the second floor.
"Boom ......"
A long bookshelf suddenly appeared at the top of the staircase, blocking the way.
"Boom!"
With a slap of both palms, the wooden frame collapsed, the books flew scattered, and before the man landed, a figure behind him had leaned over silently, and one palm gently pressed on his back.
"Poof......
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the figure fell forward.
Although Chen Ziang pressed lightly, he burst out with the strength of his whole body in an instant, but the other party also reacted quickly, and he rushed forward in an instant, throwing his right leg backwards, trying to force himself back.
'There's even a percent of armor on your body?'
Chen Ziang's feet were a little bit, and he collided with the other party's right leg, and the whole person hit the partition on the third floor.
"Boom la la ......"
The wooden planks shattered, and Chen Ziang came to the heirloom jade seal again, but he did not take the opportunity to put away the jade seal, but focused on the skylight above his head, through which he could see a huge bronze bell hanging on the top floor of the fourth floor.
"Death to the boy!"
A bloodied, ragged figure with red eyes leapt up from the gap. glanced at it, and saw that the jade seal was placed on the wooden table not far away, and his heart couldn't help but feel relieved.
A black shadow descended from the sky, carrying a huge wave of qi and pressing fiercely towards the man.
"Ahh
The man's body spun, spun and turned upwards to meet him, his palms were as crystal as jade, and he was confident that even steel in front of him could be torn apart.
"Boom ......"
The sound of the bronze bell spread all over a radius of ten miles, and the face of the man under the bell froze, a trace of blood appeared in the seven orifices, and the true qi in his body was almost uncontrollable.
"Boom ......"
When the bell rang again, a big hole was broken on the third floor and fell downstairs.
"Ah......h
As the bell echoed, a low roar faintly came into the ears, and a dead crack suddenly appeared on the huge bronze bell.
'Can you still struggle like this?'
Chen Ziang, who was holding an iron-clad pestle, was dumbfounded, and the other party was really a Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed.
"Boom ......"
As soon as the bronze bell was drummed, it scattered and cracked, and pieces of bronze fragments of different sizes rushed to all directions at great speed.
A pestle with the waist thickness of an adult strong man fell from the sky, carrying the strong wind that tore the muscles and split the skin, and hit the head of the man in Tianmen.
A pair of arms full of blood in one fell swoop.
"Click...... Click......"
The sound of bone cracking sounded, and the pestle split in two, and the man was also hit on the top of his head by Chen Ziang's punch, and flew out of the window sideways.
Obviously hearing the sound of the other party's skull shattering, Chen Ziang still didn't give up and smashed the broken pestle into the other party, and saw the other party fall heavily on the ground downstairs, and he didn't react even if the pestle hit his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
'See you're not dead!'
With a cold snort in his heart, Chen Ziang reflexively returned to the third floor, walked quickly to the golden jade seal of the country, picked it up and was about to go downstairs.
The palm of his hand just touched the jade seal.
"Buzz ......"
A voice that was more melodious than the bell just now suddenly rang in his head.
The dead bronze stone door in his mind shook suddenly, and a warm current on the heirloom jade seal in his hand instantly drilled into his mind along his arm.
The sky was full of white clouds, and the breeze seemed to carry a sense of tiredness.
The underground mountains are verdant and surrounded by a creek.
On the lonely boat, a young monk dressed in white and snow was standing on the bow of the boat, looking at the vibrant scenery in front of him with a smile on his face.
The monk's eyes are like stars, his lips are red and his teeth are white, his expression is gentle, and his demeanor is chic. If it weren't for his bare head, it would be the perfect yardstick for Chen Ziang's future image.
"The poor monk has a method, which is passed on to the Seven Treasures of the Buddha, which is called the method of fighting!"
The monk spoke, and the mountains fell for it, and the birds circled with it.
Chen Ziang opened his eyes, the light in his eyes was shining, and he was stunned for a while before coming back to his senses.
'Why a monk?'
An unwilling sigh echoed in his heart for a long time.