Dugu knew the identity of the sweeping monk, which was one of the topics that everyone was most interested in in later generations, and there were all kinds of speculations, arguing with each other, at this time the sweeping monk was standing in front of him, but he didn't want to ask who the sweeping monk was.

"I don't care who the you are, you are just an aggregate of internal forces, and the only effect is to be sucked dry by Lao Tzu. ”

Dugu Duan sneered in his heart, his eyes were full of green light, there was a trace of green gas floating on his body, the bamboo leaves on the ground were floating under his feet, his right hand was pinched as a sword finger, and between his index finger and middle finger there was a green glow, ready to meet the enemy with Dugu Nine Swords.

The sweeping monk saw the murderous Dugu Sect, and did not make a move, and sighed: "You are a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Dugu was slightly stunned, nodded and said, "Sort of!" Seeing the confused sweeping monk, he said lightly: "I have learned the 'Northern Spiritual Skill' and 'Ling Bo Weibu', and I have a bit of incense with the Xiaoyao faction, and I will take over as the head of the Xiaoyao faction after a while, you can also say that I am a member of the Xiaoyao faction." ”

The sweeping monk showed a thoughtful look in his eyes, looked at Dugudu, and said with a smile: "With the donor's skills, if you really become the head of the carefree faction, it is more than enough, but the donor's personality is too domineering, and it is far from the word free, and it still needs to be experienced." ”

Xiao Yuanshan listened to the clouds and fog, and didn't understand when there was a sect called the Xiaoyao School on the rivers and lakes, and it seemed that Dugu had learned the martial arts of the Xiaoyao School and became so powerful.

Murong Bo was shocked, he knew a little about the Carefree School, and it was rumored that Ling Bo Weibu was the first light skill in the world. He was fortunate enough to see it back then, and he is still fascinated by it.

"The donor really learned the 'Northern Spiritual Skill', I don't know how many pictures the donor has practiced?"

The sweeping monk sighed, his face melancholy. It seems to bring back some past events in my heart.

"Thirty-three!"

Dugu's face was indifferent, and he had recently practiced several pictures. There are only three pictures left before the final completion.

"What?"

The sweeping monk was suddenly moved. The face that had been plain finally changed, the light in his eyes flashed, and he no longer had the turbidity just now, and he said, "What you said is true?"

Dugu nodded with a look of surprise in his eyes, and said in his heart: "What's so strange about this!"

"How so? This can't be!"

The sweeping monk muttered to himself, if it was said that Dugu was an innate realm, although he was horrified. But he can still accept it, after all, maybe Dugu Duan's talent is too demonic, but Dugu Duan's practice of the thirty-three pictures of the Northern Spiritual Skill makes him dare not imagine it, because it has nothing to do with talent.

The sweeping monk raised his head, stared at Dugu Duan with blazing eyes, and said, "What's wrong with the donor's body?"

Dugu Duan shook his head and narrowed his eyes, already understanding the meaning of the sweeping monk in his heart. Regardless of whether he is a member of the Loose Sect or not, he must be familiar with the Northern Spiritual Skill, and looking at his appearance, it seems that it is impossible to practice the Northern Spiritual Skill. Or rather, no one has practiced thirty-three pictures.

"Isn't this providential?!"

The sweeping monk looked up at the bright moon, his expression was extremely strange, as if he was admiring. It seems to be unconvinced.

Dugu temporarily suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and said lightly: "Look at your appearance." It seems that the Northern Spiritual Skill can't be practiced?"

The sweeping monk looked serious, and said with a straight face: "If the donor can restrain his murderous intentions." The old man should tell the donor everything. ”

"Hehe......"

Dugu smiled, glanced at the sweeping monk with an expectant look on his face, and sneered: "If you don't say it now, don't say it again, Lao Tzu never knew what it meant to be afraid, what if you couldn't practice, I practiced the same, I followed the trajectory of strength, nothing can stop me, and my faith will never waver! If violence is not for killing, it will be meaningless." ”

He already knew that the "Northern Spiritual Skill" was not so simple, and Wuyazi definitely did not practice the "Northern Spiritual Skill", so he did not let his woman practice the Northern Spiritual Skill, and he was naturally not afraid, because he had the 'Kunlun Mirror' in his body, and once there was a problem, Linglong could absorb all the internal force in his dantian.

The defects of the Star Absorbing Dafa are not serious, but after he still practiced it, he didn't believe that the Northern Shengong was more dangerous than the Star Absorbing Dafa.

The sweeping monk was silent for a moment and sighed: " Thirty-six pictures of the Northern Shengong, representing the various meridians of the human body, it stands to reason that just practicing into a picture can absorb people's internal force, according to the movement method of the Northern Shengong, transformed into the true qi of the Northern Underworld, if all the thirty-six pictures are practiced, I don't know how, because with the practice, every time a picture is added, there is a risk of going mad, we practice martial arts, the most afraid is the heart demon, it stands to reason that the practice to twenty pictures, the heart demon has been unstoppable, the person who practices will hallucinate, the final result is uncontrollable madness, the whole body meridians are broken, explode and die。 ”

The sweeping monk looked at Dugu Duan, whose face was flat, and exclaimed: "I don't know how you resisted the invasion of the demons in your heart, and you actually practiced thirty-three pictures, which is simply ......" He stopped as he spoke, with a complicated expression.

"I see!"

Dugu was thoughtful, he had the Kunlun Mirror in his body, and he was immune to all demons, and it seemed that Linglong had saved him again.

Although he has now reached the innate level, he has never experienced the inner demon, and he doesn't know how terrible the inner demon is.

If others were so murderous as Xiang Dugu, he would have already become a monster without thoughts, but since he came to the rivers and lakes and killed thousands of people, he still had nothing to do, in the final analysis, because the Kunlun Mirror guarded his spiritual platform, the evil demons retreated, and all laws did not invade.

Otherwise, he would have already entered the body, and if he couldn't get over the calamity, he would become a madman, although he is crazy now, but there is still a difference.

I heard that mentally ill people would not admit that they were mentally ill.

The sweeping monk's face flickered, and he said sincerely: "Dugu Shaoxia, maybe you will practice the 'Northern Spiritual Skill', Lao Wei hopes that you can let go of the killing intent in your heart, if you have any doubts, Lao Qu can solve your doubts, I believe that after a few years, you can really become the first master of the ages, and even break through the innate and reach the realm that no one knows." ”

The sweeping monk was scared, now standing in front of him is not a person at all, it is a demon that is rare in 10,000 years, the year of the weak crown has achieved congenital, it has already shocked the past and the present, who expected him to practice the 'Northern Shengong', which is beyond people's reach.

After giving him decades, it is impossible to imagine what kind of realm he will reach, if these appear in a hero, the sweeping monk will definitely praise the blessing of martial arts, but now there is a demon.

At that time, no one in the world can stop him, and once he has a murderous intention, it will be really devastating, and the people will cry.

"What if I say no? You want to get rid of me for the safety of the martial arts?"

Dugu smiled on his face, saw that the sweeping monk did not speak, and said with a smile: "Now we are all congenital, the victory or defeat is fifty-five points, and thousands of troops and horses can't stop me, how much chance do you have?"

He knew too well what the sweeping monk wanted, because every decent hero who met him would praise his talent, and then persuade him to turn back.

The sweeping monk sighed: "The old man just asked the donor not to kill innocents indiscriminately!"

"Really?"

Dugu smiled, stretched out his finger and pointed at Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo on the ground, and said, "Then why did you stop me from killing them?" These two people killed countless people in their early years, and now they are hiding in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion and stealing chickens and dogs, are they also innocent?"

Xiao Yuanshan was silent and did not refute.

Murong Bo now understood that this old monk was afraid that he would be at odds with Dugu, so he seemed to grasp a life-saving straw and hurriedly said: "Master, don't listen to his nonsense, I have never killed a good person, but I have killed some people who do evil." Saying that, he showed hesitation, looked at Dugu Duan, gritted his teeth and said: "Just like him, I hope that the master will eliminate the harm for the martial arts, and return the world to a bright future, it doesn't matter if I die, but don't let this demon escape!"

"Amitabha!"

The sweeping monk recited the Buddha's name and said: "The Dugu donor doesn't know, and the old man also knows that these two people have bad deeds, so they let the donor abolish their martial arts, and now they are wasted, and I hope that the donor will let them live a way, and then the old man will give them a daily lecture, and they will definitely be able to convert to my Buddha." ”

Xiao Yuanshan was still silent, Murong Bo was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "I am willing to become a monk in Shaolin Temple." "It's still the most important thing to run for your life now, and you can't care about anything else.

"Alas!"

Dugu sighed, looked lonely, and said melancholy: "I have met countless opponents, among them there are people who are better than me, although they can't stop me, but they deserve my respect, and for you, I don't know what to say, I don't think you are a congenital master, but like a congenital brain!" (To be continued......)

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