Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The two old men were still unable to react.

You know, in the past twenty years, there has been no example of a Grandmaster dying. Once you enter the Grandmaster realm, you will hardly be killed or die suddenly.

One reason is that Grandmasters rarely fight each other, and most of them are used to deter.

Grandmasters will not take action unless it is a critical moment.

Grandmasters are often people who have understood life and don't want to fight and kill anymore. After all, they have finally trained to become Grandmasters, and they should enjoy the beauty of life. Why bother fighting and killing.

The second reason is that Grandmasters have strong vitality.

It is also difficult to kill each other in a fight.

If they can kill the other party, they often won't kill him. Once the other party wants to fight, the power of both sides is too strong.

This time, Chenghai Dao was determined to kill a Grandmaster of the Great Snow Mountain Sect. He made this decision after several considerations and weighings.

The purpose is to promote the prestige of Chenghai Dao, revive the prestige of Chenghai Dao in the Demon Sect, and then show the strength of Chenghai Dao, so that the court and the world can see the power of Chenghai Dao.

Mei Sanbian is the elder of Chenghai Dao. If he is killed like this and remains indifferent and swallows his anger, where is the dignity of Chenghai Dao?

The current Chenghai Dao is no longer the Chenghai Dao of the past, and will no longer suffer this humiliation.

Seeing the great master's fellow disciples die in front of them, they still have an unreal feeling, an unreal feeling caused by breaking the routine.

One of the old men suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

"Hmm?" The other old man was surprised, and then fell silent. Looking at the monk Huiling who rushed over, he nodded with difficulty: "Hmm."

The two men's body movements suddenly became erratic. Facing the monk Huiling who rushed over, they floated away lightly, and then rushed to Master Murong who fell to the ground.

"Master, Master, leave the body behind!" Fakong's voice suddenly rang in the minds of Monk Huiling and Monk Zhiyuan.

They rushed forward without hesitation and stood in front of Master Murong.

The secret techniques of the two had been activated, and their cultivation had skyrocketed at an extremely fast speed.

The two old men gritted their teeth and activated their secret techniques.

The body of Master Murong must not fall into the hands of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, otherwise, where would the dignity of the Chenghai Dao be?

"Humph, you're looking for death!" Monk Huiling's gray monk robe fluttered, and his skyrocketing cultivation could not be controlled so freely, and his qi began to leak out. ,

His proud little eyes narrowed: "I gave you a chance to escape, but you didn't cherish it, so die!"

He was now in high spirits.

Finally, Master Murong was killed, and he killed him himself. He felt proud and happy after years of resentment in his heart.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The muffled sound exploded like thunder.

The wind howled, and the sand and rocks flew.

The two old men had simple moves, but their strength was strange, like an undercurrent in the sea, with several forces surging at the same time, which brought out the characteristics of Chenghai Dao's martial arts to the fullest.

But the martial arts of the Vajra Temple were not bad either. The Great Vajra Palm was extremely masculine and extremely pure, and it blocked their strange palm strength.

Feitian Temple's martial arts valued purity the most, and they were least afraid of such strange martial arts, but they were most afraid of the pure ones of the Vajra Temple.

Lin Feiyang's eyes lit up.

This scene was really powerful, and the fight was wonderful, unlike the ugly and ugly scene between Monk Huiling and Master Murong.

Fakong was three miles away, watching with his heart's eyes, and shook his head secretly.

It seemed that these two old guys could not be kept.

They were also seriously injured, and their cultivation was slightly inferior to Master Murong, but they were cautious enough. They did not get angry because of Master Murong's death and recklessly seek revenge. They would rather take a step back than exchange injuries for injuries.

They would never fight to the end. They were stalling for time, waiting for another first-class master of Chenghai Dao to arrive.

"Amitabha!" Fakong appeared in front of Master Murong the next moment, clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist name, with a look of compassion on his face: "Rest in peace, benefactor Murong."

As he spoke, he formed a seal with his left palm, raised his right palm, and shot out a white light that shone on Master Murong.

"Stop!" The two old men roared.

Fakong looked at them calmly and said in a gentle voice: "My great light mantra can transcend souls and avoid falling into the animal realm... After all, benefactor Murong is a great master. The great light mantra is my heartfelt gift."

As he spoke, Master Murong's soul had already floated up.

People's eyes were all attracted by him.

The little man transformed by Master Murong's soul was no different from ordinary people. The soul of a great master who knew his true heart was just a little light man.

It was not brighter than a normal person, nor was it more solid than a normal person.

Xiao Guangren looked at Fakong calmly, nodded slightly, and then turned into a white light that soared into the sky and pierced the sky.

At this time, the dusk was vast, and this white light seemed like a sword of light piercing the sky.

"Amitabha!" Fakong clasped his hands and chanted the Buddha's name.

His mind was empty, and a snow-white bead was suspended in front of the eyebrows of Medicine Buddha, but it did not float into the red mole on the eyebrows of Medicine Buddha.

This is the memory of Master Murong.

It seems that the soul of a first-class master is different from that of a normal person. The difference is not outside, but inside.

This memory of Master Murong has a unique power, resisting entering the eyebrows of Medicine Buddha, and quietly floating in his mind.

He cannot obtain Master Murong's memory and experience for the time being.

He encouraged Monk Huiling and Monk Zhiyuan to fight back, partly to give a severe warning to Chenghai Dao's arrogance.

He actually wanted to kill himself, obviously he had forgotten the power of the Great Snow Mountain Sect and had forgotten everything.

Half of it was for Master Murong's experience.

The cultivation experience of a first-class master was too precious to him.

At least the goal has been achieved now, but there is still a little tail left that needs to be dealt with, and we need to find a way to absorb this bead.

He titheed to the four people who were fighting fiercely: "The poor monk has a word of advice... When is the time for the so-called retribution of wrongs, the four of you should give up."

After saying that, he bowed again and walked away.

His voice rang in the ears of Monk Zhiyuan and Monk Huiling: "Uncle, great uncle, it's time to retreat. Their help is coming soon."

"Abbot, wait for us!" Monk Huiling shouted, forcing the old man opposite him away with a palm, and grunted: "I'll spare your lives today, and if you dare to be presumptuous, then it won't just be the two of us!" "

The two turned around and left.

They were extremely fast and returned to the outer courtyard in the blink of an eye, and the rejuvenation spell fell.

The nectar began to pour in, and fatigue, weakness, injuries, and pain quickly dissipated, and warmth, softness, and vitality surged through the body.

"Haha..." As soon as Monk Huiling landed in Fakong's courtyard, he couldn't help but laugh.

Monk Zhiyuan frowned at him and shook his head.

"Old bald donkey, aren't you happy?" Monk Huiling said proudly: "Stop pretending to be serious, kill that old Murong, you won't be happy if you don't believe me!"

"Happy." Monk Zhiyuan said.

Monk Huiling laughed loudly: "What a joy! What a joy!"

His laughter attracted Fanin and the others.

Zhou Yang said hurriedly: "Ancestor, did you win?"

"Hehe, great victory!" Monk Huiling smiled proudly, his little eyes almost disappeared, leaving only two thin cracks: "It was so satisfying to kill that old Murong!"

He could only express his happiness now, it was so happy.

Master Murong is a sinister and despicable guy, but he is very powerful in martial arts, and he is always slightly better than himself.

This made me feel depressed every time I fought with him, almost to the point of bursting from depression.

Today, I finally put an end to this despicable and shameless old man. I finally got my revenge and vented my hatred. I was filled with joy from the inside out.

"Congratulations, uncle." Faning Heshi said with a smile.

Monk Huiling said proudly: "The old man thought I was stupid again, and insisted on fighting with him when his temper got angry, but ended up getting in my way, haha, he thought he was the smartest and everyone else was stupid, hahahaha …”

He was even more delighted when he thought that he had tricked Master Murong by telling a little lie. He felt that he had made great progress and his wisdom had jumped to another level.

Lin Feiyang appeared in the small courtyard in a flash.

"Xiao Linzi, have you seen my power this time?" Monk Huiling looked over and said proudly.

"Hey, so majestic!" Lin Feiyang let out a soft snort.

Monk Huiling's eyes suddenly widened, feeling that something was wrong with his tone.

Lin Feiyang snorted: "What are they fighting? There is nothing exciting at all, it's too unsatisfying!"

"Being able to kill people is prestige." Monk Huiling said disapprovingly: "Don't talk about those pretentious things."

He was in a state of excitement, and his years of depression were gone. He personally killed Master Murong and cut out the knot in his heart.

What a pleasure!

Xu Qingluo asked curiously: "Ancestor, how many have you killed?"

"one."

"Only one..."

"Xiao Qingluo, you don't know how powerful a first-level master is, right? One of them is already a lot!" Monk Huiling said hurriedly: "Do you think a first-level master is so easy to kill? If it weren't for the right time and the right place, you wouldn't be able to kill him. Get rid of this old man!"

Xu Qingluo nodded slightly.

Monk Huiling was anxious. He saw that Xu Qingluo didn't really believe it. He was just perfunctory by nodding as if he believed it. He quickly turned to look at Fakong: "Abbot, please tell her."

Fakong smiled and said, "Uncle Master is right."

"So that's how it is." Xu Qingluo suddenly laughed and said, "My ancestor is really powerful."

Monk Huiling smiled happily.

Monk Zhiyuan shook his head, and Heshi said to Fakong, "Thank you very much this time."

Fakong smiled and said: "Uncle Master, you still have to be careful, maybe Chenghai Dao will take revenge."

He was actually ready to step forward and try his indestructible power, but in the end he restrained his impulse.

A first-level master is extremely dangerous. Even if his indestructible power can block a blow, accidents may not happen.

So he only cast the Rejuvenation Spell and the Immobilization Spell three miles away without getting closer.

He only appeared at the last moment and plundered Master Murong's memories and experience.

However, the memory of a first-level master is indeed different from that of ordinary people. This invisible force has not faded and weakened, and there is nothing that can be done for the time being.

This reminds me that even if I have supernatural powers, I still can't predict everything one by one, and I can't have everything under control.

"Retaliation?" Monk Huiling sneered disdainfully: "Okay, then they will take revenge. It depends on whether they have more first-class masters or our Daxueshan Sect has more first-class masters!"

Monk Zhiyuan said slowly: "If you fail to compete for full merit, those two are not good people!"

They had a share in dealing with his own woman. According to his wish, the remaining two were also killed, but unfortunately he failed to do so.

"Next time!" Monk Huiling said excitedly: "Look for an opportunity to kill them again and kill them completely!"

"Grand Master..." Monk Zhiyuan shook his head.

Even now that he thinks about it, he still feels inexplicably unreal.

It is indeed rare for a great master to die unexpectedly. This is the first time in recent years. Not to mention shocking them, he himself was also shocked.