I Can See the Combat Prowess

Chapter 1699 Chapter 277: The Fat Monk Looking for Short-sightedness

Earth Vein Spiritual Qi will not actively protect the spirit world unless it is guided by some kind of guidance.

As for the entire Ten Thousand Immortal Mountain Domain, there are a total of three people who can do this.

Guo Anyang himself, Huanglong Xianjun, and the king of unknown origin.

Looking at it this way, things are very clear. First of all, he hasn't done it, and Xianjun Huanglong has been in retreat for fifty years after he got Qishi Xingyue.

So, whether in terms of time or ability, the only person who has the opportunity to do this is the king who appeared on the Wanxian Mountain for unknown reasons.

Knowing the other party’s purpose, there is nothing to worry about, because the weak spiritual world has been killed by the earth veins, and within a few years, it will not be able to accumulate enough spiritual energy to escape. If that person is directed at the spiritual world, then Wanxian Zong now has the absolute initiative.

Next, it depends on how that person moves.

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Under the Feixian Waterfall

To be honest, Tang Luo was a little disappointed with the speed of the assembly of Dutianwang.

It has been three days since Yao Gekuang and An Yuheng brought the news to Wanxianzong, but the Shenzhou of the Dutianwang tour has not arrived yet. Recalling the Dutianwang tour led by Cao Jinyu, three days were enough for them to stay still. Sensually launched a general attack on Yingzhuo.

The plain wasted so much time with his family, which made Tang Luo a little unhappy.

Many feelings can only be felt outside. For example, when staying in Wushuang City, I feel calm and time flies day by day.

And after only leaving for a few days, there was a feeling of impatientness in my heart, I just wanted to quickly settle the matter here and go home.

Maybe I chose the wrong way at the beginning. Instead of letting An Yuheng and Yao Ge Kuang be the megaphones, I should go directly to Wanxianzong. Although this would be a bit more troublesome, the efficiency and influence are guaranteed.

Secretly slandering Wang Xun's efficiency, the flying boat made of sapphire and crystal iron finally broke through the clouds and drove to Wanxian Mountain, and the flying "mountain" banner was hunting in the sky.

The warriors standing on the deck of Shenzhou looked at thousands of miles of mountains and rivers like electricity.

After waiting for three days, the procrastinating Du Tian Wang Xun finally appeared. Tang Luo crossed his fingers to loosen his muscles and got ready to get up, but he felt the other two powerful but sneaky breaths.

Turning his head to look, there are monks and fellow monks standing side by side on the top of the mountain dozens of miles away, their eyes like torches.

"What day can you run into these two?"

Tang Luo could not help but sigh after seeing the two faces clearly.

Logically speaking, at this time, the patrol force of the King Dutian swelled and exploded. For the deserted ancient blood tower, Zhongzhou should be a forbidden place in the forbidden area. Look at Fengyou, the bone man and Shang Guhan, the dead monk beside him. The expression was calm, except that the posture of hiding behind the giant rock was a bit wretched, the overall feeling seemed to be too moisturized.

What is even more surprising is that after years of not seeing, the corpse monk Shang Guhan has actually completed the spiritual incarnation, the master of Taoism.

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On the East Mountain, next to the boulder

Feng You, a lean and skeletal man, is giving the final advice to the corpse monk Shang Guhan: "Monk, although An Jingtian is not good at internal affairs management, he is definitely not a good person in martial arts. The old man knows that you can prove it with a corpse. Dao Xin is higher than the sky, but it might not be easy to run into An Jingtian!"

"The corpse is the form of the skin, the Buddha is the form of the mind, and the monk's omissions have not foreseen the death of this operation!"

The corpse monk of Master Sheng Dao seems to have gained weight three or four times. The flesh on his face squeezes his facial features, the white eyebrows between his eyebrows are more delicate, his limbs are white and fat, and his bulging belly squeezes his robes to the sides and hangs fluffy on his belt. Above, duang~duang~duang's sloshing.

Even people who were familiar with before could not connect this fat monk with the dead monk who had murdered Yingye.

In other words, as long as you see this fat monk, it is difficult to associate this smiling guy with the word danger.

But it was such a fat monk who seemed harmless to humans and animals, but after receiving the news of Wang Xun's dispatch, he said that he would organize an attack against An Jingtian.

Even the group of unblinking lunatics in the blood building were stunned by Guhan's crazy plan. After all, whoever looked at it, this kind of provocation was no different from sending death.

"The so-called number of days when magical powers are invincible, things in the world change at any time, and monks are too blind to magical powers!"

Feng You helplessly persuaded: "Even if the monk has the strength to keep pace with An Jingtian, there are countless townsmans and Wu Zong teams around him. Once such a battle is dragged down, he will be trapped. Jedi, the monk really has to think clearly."

"Does the Taoist master know why, throughout the ages, in the six magical powers of Zen, the practice of omission is regarded as the most difficult thing?"

Bai Fat Monk squinted his eyes and asked with a smile at the lean Taoist.

"Monk tell me why this is?"

"Because of the end of the practice, the martial artist no longer believes in the inspiration of supernatural powers. Once you don't believe it, your cultivation base will be greatly reduced; if you don't believe it twice, your spirit will not work; if you don't believe it three times, your spirit will be dark."

The fat monk smiled and said, "If you don't believe it three times, you will lose everything and it will be useless."

"It's better to discard it than to die."

A faint fluorescent light flashed in the eyes of the Bone Daoist: "The old Bone Duck has already seen it clearly. Just standing on the Sky Survey Shenzhou, there are more than fifty townsmen from the Wang Cun headquarters, not counting the acting governor inside. How can you not die if you go up like this?"

"The monk also doesn't know how to survive."

The fat monk touched his bald head, and said with a smile: "It can be said that the monk has nothing to die!"

"The magical powers may be out of order!"

Feng You simply said: "Or the secrets of heaven are obscured by others, and Anjia considers itself a **** of heaven. It is not uncommon for your magical powers to be blocked by passing down various divination witchcraft, such as Fuxi, Qiaolian, Pinching, and Liuyao. "

"It might be possible, but the monk still wants to try."

Guhan patted his belly and smiled: "If you don't die this time, the monk's omissions will surely reach the next level."

"Is supernatural power more important than life and death?"

Feng You frowned.

"For Monk Yu, this life was taken back, so let's leave it to the Buddha how to do it!"

The cyan Buddha light overflowed from Guhan's body, and the fat monk whose face was full of sacred aura, just so stunned, slammed into the passing sky survey Shenzhou?

Tang Luo admitted that even with superhuman computing power, he did not count Guhan's move.

As a result, the cyan Buddha's light spirit escape has drawn a long line in mid-air, and he has not recovered yet.

Regardless of how much corpse qi accumulated under the fat Buddha's body, just like this, the corpse monk will definitely become a dead monk.

"Even if you become a master, you won't be so happy to die!?"

Sighing and getting up, Tang Luo shook his head and followed, trying to see why the dead monk who hadn't seen him for many years couldn't think about it and wanted to die.

(End of this chapter)