Chapter 17 The Dragon Elephant Prajna

The sun on the plateau is very scorching, and it is a little uncomfortable to shine on Mosheng Valley.

Mo Shenggu was dressed as a Taoist priest. Although he did not become a monk, Wudang Mountain is a Taoist sect after all, and Mo Shenggu often wears Taoist robes. is used to dressing up as a Taoist from time to time, but he never thought that this dress would bring him so much annoyance.

Mo Shenggu saw the snow-capped mountains in the sky from a distance, like an optimus jade pillar towering in the south of the sky. Mo Shenggu knew that it was his goal. It seems that although it is not far away, it is a distance of one or two hundred miles to run a dead horse in Wangshan.

Far away Mosheng Valley heard a jingling bell, a very rhythmic ringing. Mo Shenggu raised his eyes and saw a monk appear in front of him, riding a fine Qinghai horse. Mo Shenggu looked around, only to see that from the left and right of Mo Shenggu, there was a monk riding a horse, faintly surrounding Mosheng Valley in the middle.

Mo Shenggu's eyes narrowed, and he had a slight premonition in his heart. He pulled the reins and stopped the horse in place.

After a while, several monks stopped a few feet away from Mosheng Valley.

A monk shouted, "Taoist, what's the matter?"

Mo Shenggu's eyes swept and said, "What happened to the monk?"

Fan Seng had a heart in his body, and when he saw that Mo Shenggu avoided answering, he thought that Mo Shenggu had already acquiesced, and said without saying much: "In this case, let's see the real chapter under our hands." ”

Before the words fell, the person had already flown away, and with a volley of palms, he slapped down on Mo Shenggu.

Mo Shenggu was not afraid, and took it with a palm, taken aback.

The strength of this monk's palm is not below a few people in the Vajra Gate, and even with brute force, it is even better. Mo Shenggu was a little caught off guard for a while, so he had to transfer this momentum to the horses under him. I only heard the neighing of the horses under Mo Shenggu, and his limbs fell to his knees, and blood foamed from the corners of his mouth. Obviously, the inner abdomen was injured by the palm force just now. It doesn't live when you see it.

At this time, Mo Shenggu had already fought with this monk several times.

This monk's strength is almost overwhelming. made Mo Shenggu dare not face his front. I saw that one of Mo Shenggu's hands seemed to bloom, and every time the monk struck, Mo Shenggu pointed to the east and west, or used soft strength to bring the palm power away, and never collided with him.

It's not that you don't think you're short and you're good at hitting the enemy, but it's because you have other enemies on your side. Mo Shenggu didn't dare to get hurt easily.

In addition to one monk fighting Mo Shenggu, there are also three monks who surround Mo Shenggu in the core in a triangle. How could Mo Shenggu be willing to get injured casually.

The monk who fought against Mo Shenggu only felt that the Taoist priest in front of him was simply a slippery loach. No matter what you do, you can't catch a corner of the other party's clothes.

The monk made dozens of moves in a row, and every palm was thunderous and roaring, hitting small pits on the ground. Mo Shenggu didn't dare to greet him, so he had to wander around. Dozens of feet of ground is not intact.

After a fight, Mo Shenggu also touched the martial arts of the people who came.

This person's martial arts are not particularly powerful, but his most powerful place is that he can almost reach the huge power, just this huge power blessing, no matter what martial arts have great power.

Mo Shenggu thought: "The robes worn by these monks are all the same, I can't say that they are from the same sect, but the power of this sect is not weak, otherwise they would not have sent only one person to fight against me." Bound to rush up. And the people who attach importance to the reputation of the sect are by no means ordinary small sects. It's just that why did you suddenly come to attack me, I am impermanent, and horses on the plateau are not worth anything. Moreover, these people have a rigorous temperament and have their own demeanor, which is by no means something that can be impressed with money. But lately, he has no grievances with him, so why did he come to me for trouble. ”

Mo Shenggu was puzzled, and the monk's offensive was sharper, leaving no room for every move, bent on taking Mo Shenggu's name.

Mo Shenggu's heart was on fire, and he said sharply: "I don't know where I offended you so that you were besieged and killed like this, so that I can understand my death?"

The monk who duel with Mo Shenggu said: "Don't you know where this is? No one has come to die for decades, and today I will let you taste the power of the dragon elephant." ”

Mo Shenggu snorted coldly and didn't say a word. It's a real effort.

The monks who worked with Mo Shenggu made Mo Shenggu very embarrassed, if his martial arts were higher, Mo Shenggu would have to find a way to break through. His martial arts are lower, Mo Shenggu can take down the opponent effortlessly, and this person's martial arts are just not high or low compared with Mo Shenggu, so Mo Shenggu can only make a full move and end it.

Mo Shenggu has never killed anyone since he practiced martial arts, but now he can't care about it.

Mo Shenggu's body jumped, and he slapped a palm on the chest of the monk, and when he was about to print a handprint on the chest of the monk, the monk put his hands together and shouted: "Hum." ”

An invisible force went towards Mo Shenggu, Mo Shenggu only felt that his body was sinking, his whole body was numb, his spirit was relaxed, and his whole body was indescribably useful, and he had no idea of making a move.

What kind of person Mo Shenggu was, he immediately knew that there was a problem. This voice seemed to hypnotize itself in an instant, and there was no longer any fighting spirit in the body.

Mo Shenggu bit the tip of his tongue and slapped it with a palm.

Originally, Mo Shenggu still had reservations, but when he encountered this strange martial arts, Mo Shenggu didn't dare to keep it anymore, and suddenly broke out with all his strength.

Mo Shenggu slapped a palm, the strength of each palm was different, and the monk did not show weakness, and the two of them slapped thirteen palms in a row.

Tibetan martial arts have their own merits. Closely integrated with Buddhism, it can be said that martial arts are Buddhism, and Buddhism is martial arts. What the monk recited just now was the Six Sons Bright Mantra. The power is not insignificant. At this time, he palmed against Mo Shenggu, and fully exerted his huge strength, and every palm opened the stele and cracked the stone.

And Mo Shenggu hides needles in every palm, first using soft strength to remove the huge force, and then beating the true power of the inner family into the body of the monk.

If ordinary people can't stand it for a long time, the dragon elephant prajna gong practiced by the monks is the work of protecting the Dharma of Buddhism, and the condensation of the body has an extraordinary effect. At this time, it can still be held. But after thirteen palms, the monk himself hesitated.

Fan Seng knew: Facing Mo Shenggu with thirteen palms, each palm seemed to hit cotton, and there were countless different kinds of true qi into his body, and if he continued like this, he was afraid that it would be bad for him.

If there is a slight difference between the masters, you can lock in the victory. Fan Seng hesitated slightly, and was immediately seen by Mo Shenggu. Mo Shenggu remained silent and suddenly clawed out.

Three claws in a row, as fast as lightning. At a glance, the monk knew that it was Mo Shenggu's killing move. Block both claws with one arm at a time. Suddenly, my heart hurt, and I knew that I had fallen into the Tao of Mo Shenggu.

Mo Shenggu inadvertently shifted his shape, and turned to the back of the monk, and grabbed the back of the monk with one claw.

If it weren't for the timely response of the monk, Mo Shenggu would have taken out the monk's internal organs at this moment.

As soon as the other three monks saw the situation, they immediately shouted, "Don't hurt my senior brother." "Rushing over with a high face, we will join forces to besiege Mosheng Valley.

Mo Shenggu knew that he couldn't leave a hand at this moment. It's another claw that wants to go to the back of the monk's neck. If this claw is hit, it will immediately break the neck of the monk and end the name of the monk.

The monk's body rolled on the spot, dodging another claw of Mo Shenggu. But it's only three things, and Mo Shenggu has not yet fallen to the point where he can't finish off his opponent after three consecutive killers.

The monk's eyes were wide open, and he looked incredulous.

Mo Shenggu pressed a palm on the monk's chest, and the palm force spit lightly, directly shattering the monk's internal organs. Mo Shenggu touched it and found a hard book. Mo Shenggu didn't care either, and put it in his arms.

Mo Shenggu only felt the back of his head at this time, and the evil wind was blowing. Mo Shenggu pounced forward, rolled on the spot, and escaped the catastrophe, only to see a half-human-high boulder fall from the sky and slam heavily on the ground.

What a boulder, it was simply made by a trebuchet, if it fell on Mo Shenggu's body. The meat of Mosheng Valley can be directly wrapped into dumplings.

It's a lot of strength, and the strength of this arm is not weaker than the monk who was killed by Mo Shenggu just now.

Buddhism is said to have the ability to subdue dragons and tigers. Many martial arts in Tibet are derived from Buddhism, and the monk just now used elephant throwing skills. It is also an extremely deep body refining technique, which is not weaker than the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill.

However, this martial arts is conducive to long-range attack, not conducive to close combat, this is not something that Mo Shenggu can know.

Mo Shenggu fought this confused battle, and it was inexplicable. Plus these people are really good hands. I don't want to get entangled with them.

The figure flickered, and it was already dozens of steps away. Jumped up and rode on the Qinghai Cheng of the dead monk.

This Qinghai Cheng is really a good horse, Mo Shenggu gently destroyed it, and this horse ran fast. Almost skimming through the grass. Mo Shenggu looked behind him and saw that several monks did not give up the pursuit. Several monks turned over and got on their horses and chased after them.

The horses of these monks, although they are good, are not as good as the Qinghai Cheng that Mo Shenggu is riding now. But it can't be distanced.

Mo Shenggu was a little anxious in his heart, and his eyes rolled to his heart. Mo Shenggu's hand flipped over, and a set of silver needles appeared in Mo Shenggu's hand, and Mo Shenggu flicked the silver needle. The silver needle disappeared in an instant, and a monk behind him screamed miserably and immediately fell off the horse.

These monks also came right away since they were children, and their riding and archery skills are much stronger than those of Mo Shenggu, but they were hit by the flying needle that Mo Shenggu used as a hidden weapon, and this flying needle went straight to the point, which made the monk miserable and had to fall off the horse.

Several monks also stopped to see how their companions' injuries were, and Mo Shenggu completely got rid of the pursuers.

After a long time, Mo Shenggu stopped, touched his arms, and took out a book, which was a copy of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong". However, at this time, Mo Shenggu didn't have time to see it, under a vicious battle. Mo Shenggu had no true qi at all, so he had to meditate to recover.