Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 782 Monk

The pale gold knife glows with compassion and determination, which symbolizes great perseverance, great perseverance, perseverance, crossing people, self and even the common people.

The black saber light is full of killing intent, full of killing intent, like the roar of thousands of ghosts, like falling into the abyss, just take a look at it, and sink into it.

The two sword intents are completely different, yet in Mo Qiu's hands they can be integrated and become chaotic. When the sword comes out, everything is shocked.

The onlookers outside the arena, even Zhang Du and Lei Ze, looked solemn when they saw this.

The other monks felt a warning sign in their hearts, subconsciously retreated hundreds of miles, and only dared to look at it after avoiding it far away, so they were still terrified.

It's different from Moqiu.

The Holy Lord's boxing technique is extremely simple, with almost no complicated changes, and the power does not depend on the technique, but on his own background.

Simple and simple moves, each move has been tempered and refined, and it is mixed with her own power, making simplicity to the extreme.

When the fist comes out, it is a surge of mighty strength.

Infinite power converges on the front of the fist, no matter how complicated the incoming attack is, it can be smashed with one punch.

The condensed fist is like a sacred mountain that has been difficult for thousands of years. It not only has the power to crush everything, but even ignores the influence of other people's will.

Even the killing intent from the Ten Directions Killing Realm can hardly shake the Holy Master's mind.

Punch out, there is God!

After the initial temptation, one person and one ghost really confronted each other, and the power revealed by each other also made the witnesses change color. .

"So strong!"

"That man's saber technique is close to the point!"

"That's right, his cultivation is far inferior to that of the Holy Master, yet he can come and go with just the saber technique. Such a saber technique is really...unbelievable!"

"Holy Lord is also well-deserved, and the ghost body is so solid, I am afraid that it has never been seen in the tens of thousands of years of the Nine Heavens. After abandoning foreign objects, it can run rampant by relying on the physical body alone."

"Well, when it comes to the background, the Holy Master is still stronger!"

"Zhang Daoyou." Lei Ze looked at Zhang Du:

"What do you think?"

Zhang Du pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Within a stick of incense, if Mo Qiu can find an opportunity, there should be a slight chance of winning."

If not...

Needless to say!

"It may not be easy to get a chance." Lei Ze shook his head lightly.

really.

The Holy Lord is not a young man who has just entered the battlefield. He has rich experience and profound background, and what he is good at is calmness.

Look back and ask for nothing.

Although the explosive power is strong, but the cultivation base is there after all, such a powerful explosion is difficult to maintain for a long time, after all, it is not as durable as the Holy Master.

If there is no special secret method, I am afraid it will be difficult.

But when it comes to secret techniques, the Holy Master has accumulated them for so many years, how can there be less?

"Peng!"

"when……"

The Baipi knife collided with the fist.

The blade changed thousands of times in an instant, almost cutting the void into pieces.

But the bright luster on the front of the fist was actually ignoring the sharpness of the Baipi Saber, the halo was lightly shaken, and the outer restraint was blasted away.

He was so desperate that he had to change his moves.

certainly.

The Holy Master didn't dare to be careless, after all, the Baipi Saber was also of extraordinary quality, if she was a little negligent, she would have been chopped off by the long saber.

And Mo Qiu didn't dare to stay in one place.

Although his physical body is not weak, he already felt stinging pain under the aftermath of the Holy Master's fist, and he was afraid that if he rubbed a little, his flesh would be torn.

"Shua!"

One person and one ghost passed by.

Don't ask for a sudden retreat, escape ten li and stop.

"Huh?" The holy master's beautiful eyes flickered, and he slowly stopped his hands:

"how?"

"Are you planning to give up?"

Her tone was as cold as ever, and her expression did not change. It seemed that no matter what Mo Qiu did, it would be difficult to really move her.

"No." Mo Qiu shook his head and said:

"The Holy Master is a master and has superb boxing skills. Mo admires him, but if you want to get rid of him, I'm afraid it will not be an easy task."

"but……"

"How long can you stay in this Nine Heavens?"

"Are you threatening me?" Holy Master said lightly:

"You think that if you entangle me, I won't be able to obtain the wood spirit fruit, and then I can't do without Jiuchongtian, don't you?"

Mo Qiu didn't say a word, but his attitude was obvious.

He really can't do anything to the other party, the background of the Holy Master is too strong, if there is no Dao now, I am afraid that he would have become a venerable.

Moreover, the opponent's fist is like a stubborn stone, no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to knock it open.

Fortunately.

It is impossible for the Holy Master to stay in Jiuzhongtian for too long.

"Ah……"

Not wanting to look, a trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the Holy Master:

"Thousands of years, do you really think I'm just doing meditation?"

"Aside from practicing secret techniques in the underworld, can't I do anything in the Nine Heavens? Seeing the limit of traction come?"

Don't ask for a change in complexion.

next moment.

Seeing the Holy Master waving lightly with one hand, several figures flew from a distance, and two of them even respectfully presented the Wood Spirit Divine Fruit in their hands.

One of them is medium grade.

The Holy Master held the divine fruit in his hand, and looked at it calmly:

"how?"

Using the influence of the year to attract a group of followers for herself in Jiuchongtian was nothing but a piece of cake for her.

"Huh..." Mo Qiu let out a long breath, and said slowly:

"The Holy Master has planned for thousands of years, and I admire you, but..."

He raised the storage bag in his hand, raised his voice, and said loudly:

"Everyone here, I have two wood spirit fruits here, as well as some elixir and magic weapons. As long as someone helps me deal with the helpers around the Holy Lord, the things will belong to you."

"And, for the next thousand years, Mo will stay in Jiuchongtian, and I will do my best to help you get the divine fruit and go to Outland."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden silence in the field.

The sound of gasping for air came quietly.

Someone is willing to hand over the wood spirit divine fruit.

more importantly.

With his unbelievable strength, as long as he is willing, he may be able to get a few divine fruits every hundred years. How can others not be moved?

Santo is strong, but it's gone fast.

Don't ask for it, but you can stay here for thousands of years. It is obvious who can get more benefits from helping.

In Jiuchongtian, there has never been a shortage of people who are willing to go all out.

"Friend Mo, are you serious?"

"Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow!"

There was silence in the field, and then more than ten streams of light came from all around, silently surrounding the Holy Master and others.

"interesting!"

Holding the sword in his arms, Zhang Du grinned lightly.

Lei Ze and other powerhouses on the side are also standing on the sidelines.

Although the strength of the Holy Master is obviously stronger, even a lot stronger, but Moqiu has a deep background, and he has an advantage here.

"Why!"

At this time, a piece of dead wood Taoist shook his head and said:

"They, are they dead?"

"Who?" Zhang Du looked sideways:

"Old fellow, although Mo Qiu is a newcomer, he should not be underestimated."

"You don't understand." A sharp voice came from nowhere, sneering again and again:

"As long as the Holy Master thinks, no one can escape! You have reached this level, do you still think that more people are more powerful?"

"You came too late. You have never seen the situation where the Holy Lord swept the Nine Heavens alone five thousand years ago."

"Um?"

Zhang Du's expression darkened.

"interesting."

In the arena, the holy master turned her beautiful eyes and scanned the surroundings. Finally, her expression changed a little. She nodded slowly and said slowly:

"Since that's the case, then you..."

"Go to hell!"

Before the words fell, Mo Qiu felt a sudden chill, Da Luo Fa's eyes trembled crazily, and the sky and the earth seemed to suddenly go dark.

By!

"careful……"

Before the words could be uttered, a phantom had enveloped the four directions, and the auras of the three great monsters and ghosts disappeared without a sound.

And Moqiu, he has long been unable to care about other things.

A giant finger like a mountain pointed over from the air.

Those fingers were as crystal clear as jade, as big as mountains, each section was hundreds of feet long, and the texture of the skin was shining with a clear light, almost piercing the void.

As soon as he pointed it, the land of Lixu stagnated in void.

Moqiu's body trembled wildly, Beiyin Xuangong was pushed to the limit, traces of flames emerged from the surface of the flesh, and the aura of body protection covered one side.

"boom!"

The void is shattered, and there is no need to spurt blood and retreat.

And the giant finger, after a slight delay, clicked again.

"snort!"

Mo Qiu, who was retreating violently, his eyes hardened, he suddenly let out a muffled snort, all the stars in his mind died out, and he rushed towards the Ksitigarbha Primordial Knife.

Subconsciously.

Time seemed to stop passing.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, the bald monk with the supernatural power seed sitting upright in the void suddenly opened his eyes, and immeasurable Buddha light emerged from his body.

A wave of great compassion and great wish began to seep into Mo Qiu's heart.

In this regard, Mo Qiu had expected it long ago, and with a sudden thought, he slashed directly at his soul with a knife:

"Three Corpses Slash God!"

"Shua!"

A ray of distraction was cut out from his soul by him.

That distraction precisely includes the supernatural power seed of the Ksitigarbha voluntary sword.

But seeing the golden disc hovering above Mo Qiu's head, a ray of Buddha's light emerged, and then a monk whose appearance was 90% similar to him appeared.

The monk was dressed in a white cassock, clasped his hands together, his eyes glowed with Buddha's light, and bowed to everyone in the field, just like a real person:

"Amitabha!"

Ksitigarbha's original wish sword, the first realm of the law of Yuanling!

When supernatural powers have reached the realm of Fa You Yuan Ling, they have turned emptiness into reality, but for real people, even Mo Qiu cannot be manipulated.

After all, the monk in front of him also has his own spiritual wisdom. If he really regards it as a practice, it would be a big mistake.

He only pointed forward and said:

"Kill her, and I will set you free."

"Amitabha." The monk shook his head, waved his hand to block the attacking giant finger, and said:

"Poor monk, I don't know how to kill."

"you……"

Don't ask for a moment's hesitation, before he could open his mouth, several figures rushed towards him from behind, each with magical powers and secret treasures, blasting towards him.

"Hold the Holy Lord!"

"The poor monk tried his best." The monk looked back, his eyes were facing the Holy Master, his hands clasped together in eleven salutes, and his steps were closer to him:

"Benefactor, the sea of ​​bitterness is endless..."

"boom!"

Obviously, the Holy Master didn't intend to give him time to persuade him, so he punched him directly.