Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

The 428th chapter eight or nine profound arts, the incarnation of the ancestor Wudi Jiang

Fahai's eyelids jumped, is this girl really the incarnation of Houtu Empress? Why is it so glassy.

Seeing Fahai indifferent, she cried more loudly, and the cry was like thunder and deafening.

"Certainly, don't cry. If this spreads out, you can't say that the poor monk is bullying people."

Hearing Fahai's words, she sobbed, "Are you really not hitting me?"

"Stop fighting, no matter what the exercises you take out, I won't fight you anymore."

Fahai smiled helplessly.

"Hey, here you are."

She opened her palms, and she saw golden light shimmering, and a scroll emerged.

"I found this exercise here. It's called Nine-Nine Profound Art. However, I think the last level of exercise is incomplete, so I gave it a new name, called Eight-Nine Profound Art."

Fahai was taken aback and asked eagerly, "What do you say this is?"

"Eight or Nine Profound Art."

The ancestral witch Houtu incarnate looked at him contemptuously.

Fa Hai's eyes lit up, and he didn't expect to obtain eight or nine profound arts here. This exercise is not an ordinary grade, and it can be holy in the flesh if you practice it to the extreme. This exercise is a mastering exercise for elucidating and teaching, with one copy of the twelve golden immortals.

According to Yang Jiande's Yuding real person, Nezha seems to have also cultivated this technique.

The reason why this exercise is in the hands of Chanjiao seems to be because when the Empress Houtu was in reincarnation, Chanjiao gave it a great help and was given by the Empress Houtu.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art is the basic skill for the sanctification of the flesh.

Fahai had originally refined the blood of the ancestor witch, and also cultivated a golden body of Liuli flawless merit, whose physical body could rival the innate spirit treasure.

The method of cultivating the physical body of the Eight or Nine Profound Art is just icing on the cake.

However, the seventy-two methods of change contained in the Eight-Nine Profound Art are very suitable for him.

Cultivating the seventy-two methods of change, the world, birds and beasts, mountains, rocks, trees, trees, yin and yang, and five elements, everything changes, and the use of it is one mind. The true man of Yuding once said: If you have cultivated into eight or nine mysteries, Ren Er is in the world.

If the eight or nine profound arts can be cultivated into nine turns, the body will not die if the soul is immortal in the sea of ​​knowledge, and the soul will be safe if the soul is escaped, and the body will be resurrected indefinitely. With the wind change, it can be called immortality.

However, if you encounter a powerful innate spirit treasure, you can't escape bad luck.

Fahai took the scroll from the ancestral witch Houtu incarnation and opened it with mana. Sure enough, the above description is indeed the cultivation method of the Eight or Nine Profound Art. As the ancestral witch Houtu incarnation said, the last level of this technique is not complete.

After a cursory look, he put the scrolls away, and then said to the incarnation of the ancestral witch Houtu, "This technique is accepted by the poor monk."

The ancestral witch Houtu incarnation blinked his eyes and asked curiously: "How about it, is it as powerful as I said?"

Fahai nodded, "You're right, it's really amazing."

"That's good, I thought it was really useless."

She said with a smile.

Fahai looked at her and was sure that she was just an incarnation of Houtu Empress, "By the way, is there anyone in this world besides you?"

"Yes."

She raised her finger to the distance, "Where is there a flaming monster with six feet and four wings. It's scary without a face and skin."

Hearing what she said, Fahai reacted instantly. She was talking about Wudijiang, the ancestor of space speed.

Dijiang's appearance is as she said, like a yellow sac, red like a pill of fire, six legs and four wings, and he has no face.

"You are right here, the poor monk will go over and take a look."

With that said, Fahai urged his magical powers and fleeed away.

In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the ice field and came to a desert. Then I saw a fiery red meat ball flying around in the desert, like a huge football.

Fahai was a little confused, this is Wudijiang, the ancestor of space speed?

This looks a little cute.

"Western bald, why did you come to the land of my witch clan?"

Suddenly, a rough voice exploded in Fahai's ears, which was earth-shattering.

Fa Hai stared straight at the fast-moving meat ball. Di Jiang was talking just now.

Western bald...

The corner of Fahai's mouth jerked, and he asked Zhun to mention what exactly the two scammers had done to the Wu clan, which made Dijiang have such a big grievance against the Buddhists.

"Poor monk Fahai, I have seen Emperor Jiang Zu Wu."

"Fahai?"

Di Jiang suddenly came to Fahai and squeezed out a pair of vertical pupils. This pair of eyes was filled with endless strange air, as if it would be deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves from it.

Fahai chanted the Heart Sutra to suppress the throbbing Yuanshen, and then said: "The poor monk inherited the favor of the Houtu Empress and entered this world to find the ancestral witch inheritance."

"Ancestral witch inheritance?"

The Dijiang Monster laughed, "You, a bald western man who came to the land of my witch clan to find the ancestral witch inheritance, don't you take the witch clan too much?"

As he said, Fahai felt the mysterious and unpredictable force squeezing his body, making himself unable to move.

The power of space!

No, it is precisely the law of space that is more superior than the power of space.

Dijiang looked at Fahai with a pair of vertical pupils with a strange color, and mocked, "Western bald, dare you come to the land of the Witch Clan with your deeds?"

Fahai stared at Dijiang, his mind moved, and he directly used his magical powers. After a while, the Faxiang of Dijiang appeared in the air. Di Jiang stared at Di Jiang Faxiang with wide eyes, looking stupid.

After encountering the ancestral witch Houtu incarnation, Fahai knew that in this small world, it was not the real ancestral witch, but the incarnation or Dharma body left by the twelve ancestral witches. The Dijiang in front of us should also be the incarnation of the ancestor Wu Dijiang...

These incarnations are the source of the inheritance of the twelve ancestor witches.

After breaking the magical powers of the ancestral witch incarnation, you can get the corresponding magical powers.

The most important thing is that the incarnation of the Twelve Ancestor Witches is generally not high in IQ, which is not at the same level as the ontology.

Fahai sighed and urged Dijiang's Faxiang to attack Dijiang's incarnation with divine thoughts. Because he was restrained by Dijiang's laws of space, he couldn't break free in a short time, so he could only think of such a way.

At this time, the avatar of Dijiang jumped out two hands and pointed at the Faxiang of Dijiang behind Fahai, "Western bald, why is your Faxiang exactly the same as mine?"

Fahai smiled mysteriously, "Because I am you."

"you are me?"

The incarnation of Di Jiang widened his eyes.

"Who are you lying to? You are obviously a bald western man, and I am Dijiang."

"who are you?"

Fahai raised his eyebrows, "Look at what you look like, it's a ball, it's ugly, where is Zuwu Dijiang?"

The incarnation of Di Jiang stared at Fahai fiercely.

Fahai said calmly: "If you don't believe me, you can let go of me first, and I will show you the spell."

"Western bald, you better not lie to me, or I will swallow you."

The incarnation of Di Jiang threatened Fa Hai with a vicious spirit, and while speaking, Fa Hai suddenly noticed that the power of the space that had confined him had disappeared. He shook his body, took out the demon-dropping bowl, cast the spell into water, and then handed it to the incarnation of Dijiang.

The incarnation of Di Jiang dubiously lowered his head and looked in. When he saw the manifestation in the Demon Dropping Bowl, his eyes flew directly and flew into the Demon Dropping Bowl. The next moment, a miserable howl resounded through the world.

"Ah, what kind of monster is this."

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