Chapter 117: Slashing and Map

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At the moment when the thin and bald monk made a move, the monk and the glutinous monk also sacrificed the magic weapon together and slashed towards the pastoral language.

After forcing the thin bald monk back with a sword, Mu Yu snorted coldly, harnessed the flying shuttle, and hit the vajra pestle of the monk with the hair fiercely, and suddenly reverberated a dull sound.

Then, Mu Yu patted the storage bag again, released the three second-order puppets of the White Ape, the Double Knife, and the Copper Tiger, and rushed towards Nuo He.

"Second-order puppets?!" the three of them were shocked.

Nuo quickly pinched the seal with his left hand, and his arm slammed forward, pushing out horizontally. I saw a golden square seal, which swept through the void and blasted away the white ape puppet, and then was torn in half by the sharp knife on the arm of the double-knife puppet.

With a move of his right hand, Mu Yu summoned the Jin Jiao Sword back to his feet, and then he controlled the spirit sword and flew out of the encirclement of the three of them.

"Where to run!?" The thin bald monk shouted, muttering words in his mouth, and the golden bowl in his palm suddenly swelled again, from the original size of the grinding plate to the size of a house, and with his one-handed finger, it burst out with a brilliant golden glow, and produced a terrifying spiritual pressure, which made the speed of Mu Yu's escape plummet.

"Hmph. Mu Yu snorted coldly, paused in the void, opened his mouth, and spewed out a green sword light, and at the same time, the storage bag also flashed a streamer, and the golden sword under his feet formed a set of three-talent sword formation, and suddenly slashed towards the thin bald monk.

Whoa!

Three thick sword rainbows run through the heavens and the earth.

The thin bald monk's pupils suddenly constricted, and with a loud shout, the golden bowl Buddha light flashed and lay in front of him.

Rumble~~

After the violent shock, the thin bald monk spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, and his body flew back, falling straight from a hundred feet in the air, shaking his internal organs and bursting.

"Senior brother!"

"Senior brother!"

The monk who led the hair and Nuo He exclaimed, and Mu Yu pinched it with an indifferent expression, and the three second-order puppets formed a battle formation, and they all went towards Nuo He to kill.

Phew!

The figure was blurred, and the pastoral came to the front of the monk with the hair.

"Not good!" The monk with the hair secretly screamed, and hurriedly raised the body protection Linggang, a small golden shield, and the vajra in his hand, and also slashed towards Mu Yu.

"Break!" Mu Yu's eyes were cold, and a faint black mist was wrapped around his right arm, and with a thunderous tiger roar, only to hear the loud bang, the golden shield buzzed, and then the surface lost its spiritual light, and flew downward, and the powerful vajra was also smashed away by Mu Yu's punch.

"This ......" The monk was dumbfounded, and the two inferior Heavenly Spirit Treasure level magic weapons were actually blown away by a monk in the early stage of foundation building, even if it is a big demon with the blood of a brute beast, it is nothing more than that!?

Whoosh!whoosh!whoosh~~

Single-minded, Mu Yu harnessed the three captured flying knives and slashed towards the monk with the hair.

In an instant, three flying knives sank into the body of the monk with hair, and the latter's eyes were slightly raised, and after opening his mouth with difficulty, he fell to the ground in a straight line.

"Senior brother!!" he roared with grief on his face, his eyes bloodshot and his beast-like roar, before throwing out a stack of talismans that exploded in front of the two-knife puppet.

Boundless air waves rippled, all kinds of basic spells, and Buddhist spells were strung within a radius of three or four zhang.

"Want to go?" Mu Yu's lips showed a touch of sarcasm, and with a move of his mind, he let the three puppets fly to the ground to pick up the storage bags of the thin bald monk and the monk with hair, while he controlled the wood spirit sword of the wind wood attribute, and on the sword, after hitting a 'kamikaze', it was like a green lightning bolt, and disappeared in an instant.

......

"Damn! How could that kid's combat power be so terrifying? Where is it like a monk in the early stage of foundation building!?" Nuo He looked gloomy and flew with a demon pestle, and when he thought of the scene of his two junior brothers and their tragic deaths, he was angry and angry, but he couldn't help it.

He felt that if he didn't take a decisive approach to get out just now, the next moment, the gate of hell would wave at him and go down to see King Jizo Bodhisattva......

Phew!

Suddenly, a piercing sound of breaking the air came into Nuo Ta's ears.

He glanced over in horror and saw a green light like a blade of grass, rushing towards him.

"Burst!" Nuo He gritted his teeth, didn't care about the pain in his flesh, and slapped the storage bag continuously, there were more than 400 magic weapons, most of which were rune treasures, and they all flew towards the green mang, and they exploded.

The wind of destruction swept hundreds of miles, intertwined into a dead land, the aftermath shook the ground below, the blades of grass were harvested, the trees were bent and turned into ashes, and the earth was also opened, flying everywhere, and a smell of burnt paste was transmitted.

The green mang stopped, revealing the figure of Mu Yu, he pinched the trick with one hand, and the three flying swords were intertwined into a sword curtain, entangled with the destructive Gangfeng, and there was a harsh sound like "snort", a little, when the power of the Gangfeng decreased slightly, the three flying swords opened the way in front of him, shining with a cold sword light, and continued to chase and kill him.

flew all the way for more than 100 miles, and his mana was gradually unknown.

He stopped, his eyes full of scarlet, intending to fight the trapped beasts.

Mu Yu stood indifferently at the tip of the Jin Jiao Sword, his palms and fingers surrounded by three small knives, each of which was a low-grade Lingbao-level magic weapon, which he snatched from the hand of the strong man who was disguised as a coachman who was following the young master of the Hehuan Sect.

"Go!" Changing to Qingfeng Zhou, Mu Yu was multitasking, and at the same time he controlled three flying swords and three sharp knives, and slashed towards Nuo Taqi.

After cultivating the first realm of "Dayan God", with the current strength of Mu Yu's divine consciousness, it was enough to support him to complete a series of divine consciousness attack methods at the same time.

"King Kong cover!" he screamed, his hands pinched, and golden light burst out from his body, covering his whole body, and in an instant, there was a semicircular cover, like an upside-down bowl, buckled on his body.

Sneer~~

The Sancai Sword Array gathered a sword rainbow, and it swirled on the vajra cover, and suddenly, a friction-like sound echoed out.

And the three flying knives also swirled and slashed down from three directions, and the vajra cover that he stretched out only lasted for a few breaths, and was smashed by the joint attack of the Sancai Sword Array and the flying knife.

"Lingbao Protector ......" Nuo He opened his mouth and sacrificed a string of Buddha beads, however, before this Buddha bead spirit treasure could play a role, a beam of light from the crystal skull sacrificed by Mu Yu collapsed, turning into a log bead the size of a dragon's eye, falling downward.

Burst!

Jian Guang cut off his head, and before he died, this Sha Sect disciple was still full of unwillingness and doubt.

Mu Yu calmly picked up his storage bag, and then took a flying sword and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After seven years of penance, the strength of the shepherd is no longer what it used to be, if the current state of the shepherd, return to the night when he killed the young master of the Hehuan Sect, it is estimated that within ten rounds, he can defeat the coachman, and kill him in less than thirty rounds! As for the young master of the Hehuan Sect, not to mention the second kill, within five rounds, there will be life and death.

It can be said that in addition to the fact that it is still a little difficult to build the foundation, the other monks who build the foundation are not afraid!

......

About ten minutes later, the shepherd stopped in the canopy of a tree.

Immediately, Mu Yu patted the storage bag and shook out the treasures of the glutinous ta, the thin bald monk, and the monk with hair.

After some inventory, in addition to a large number of necessary consumables such as spirit stones and pills, there were dozens of talismans alone, most of which were second-order.

In addition, several Buddhist exercises, spells, etc., also made Mu Yu's eyes flash with a trace of surprise.

The quality of the "Nameless Sword Technique" cultivated in pastoral language, few exercises can surpass it. For these Buddhist exercises, Mu Yu is disdainful.

However, the magic powers of the Buddhist family, such as the golden light palm, the vajra cover, etc., still have some merits, and Mu Yu thought for a while, and then put away the spell cheats.

Mu Yu picked up a golden Buddhist magic weapon, played with it in his hand, and with a light glance of his eyes, he found that on the right side of the vessel, three Xiling characters were clearly imprinted: vajra.

Whether it is a vajra or a demon pestle, in the Buddhist Bible, it symbolizes invincible, invincible wisdom and true Buddha-nature, which can cut off all kinds of troubles, destroy all kinds of demons that hinder the cultivation of the path, and is the holding object of the Buddhist deities and the Dharma weapon of ascetic cultivators.

After playing with it for a while, Mu Yu's eyes swept and found a page of yellow rune paper.

"Hmm, no words?" opened the yellow rune paper, and the pastoral language murmured, which was empty and there was not a single word.

Mu Yu pondered for a while, smiled lightly, closed his eyes, and a wisp of divine consciousness suddenly rushed out of his eyebrows and hit this page of rune paper.

Airplanes~~

A trembling sound sounded, and I saw that the originally wordless rune paper suddenly rippled, and then, lines of fonts appeared.

It is the Xiling script.

"The reason why the rune paper has no words is just a trick performed by the monk Nuohe, covering the words with the power of divine consciousness, like a small prohibition, unless you use your divine sense to break it, even if you get this rune paper, it is no different from an ordinary piece of paper......" Mu Yu said secretly.

The accents spoken by people in the Lingnan area are very similar, but there are some differences in the embodiment of words.

Before Mu Yu entered the Xiling Kingdom, he had memorized the dictionary of the Xiling Kingdom, and sat down one by one, and it was not difficult to read the words on the rune paper.

"A few lines of text, a pair of ...... Roadmap?" After looking at it carefully, the pastor said softly.

"Being so cherished by the Nuo He monk, and deliberately leaving the rune paper on which the divine consciousness is forbidden, the road map depicted, its final location, must have something extraordinary......" Mu Yu's eyes lit up, but at the same time he was cautious, maybe there was some great danger in the place pointed out in the road map, otherwise, Nuo He would directly take away the creation and destroy it, and there would be no road map left.