Legend of the Cultivation God

Another old man saw the situation, did not dare to neglect, the body shape actually flew up, waving his hand, the seemingly ordinary hand suddenly became bigger, a golden palm with the old Buddha's print, to the rest Several cloaks dressed in mysterious clothes helped the disciples to go.

These two old men turned out to be Buddhism disciples!

Moreover, these two Buddhist disciples actually came to protect Jiang Chaoguan, to protect this Xiao Jian Xiao Daochang!

"Ah??" Zheng Zheng is obviously extremely unexpected. He said, "You are the monk of Xiaojin Temple? Is it difficult for you to wait for this stone?"

It is a pity that the two old Buddhists did not answer, and the power of the Zen stick, as well as the palm of the palm of the hand, was very close to Zheng Hao and others! Naturally, except Zheng Zheng stood there firmly, his hand was slightly stunned, and he did not move. The disciples of other cloaks had already urged their bodies, showed their weapons, and fled everywhere.

"Disease~" Seeing that the two Buddhas did not answer the answer, Zheng Xiao hurriedly spread his hand, and a small cyan sword appeared in the palm of his hand, with Zheng Yukou’s thoughts on the sword. The tone was sprayed on the little sword, and the little sword slammed into the air, and the wind rose, turning into a three-foot-long Qingfeng, and the sound of "铿" hit the Zen stick!

The Zheng Fei’s flying sword apparently did not match the Zen stick, and was suddenly shot! However, the offensive of the Zen stick was also blocked, and Zheng Yu and others took advantage of the attack range of the Zen stick.

"Oh..." The old man’s Buddha’s seal changed again, and the Zen rod made a “beep” sound, and raised again...

The other old man's palm fell, except for a black man who escaped. The palm of the hand fell on the rock and raised a dust, a one-foot-size, three-inch deep palm print clearly left on the rock! The other four black men were hit by the palms. Although these black people tried to lift their weapons to resist, these weapons were not shot, they were all spit blood on the mountains!

"Teacher, Mo stayed alive..." The old man who controlled the Zen rod saw this, and snorted, and urged the Zen rod to strike Zheng Zheng. And Zheng Xiao’s Xiao Jian Guanghua is bleak. I was hit hard by it.

The situation before the entire Jiangchao view was completely controlled by two vulgar old Buddhism, but Xiao Jian’s face was not a little joy, even with a thick fear and shyness. The heart is also in the cloak of the cloak to help the disciples be killed. Your own destiny?

"Oh..." is at this time. A strong sound of swords rushed out of the river. A cold voice cried, "Where is the wild vulture! Actually dare to kill in front of Laozi!"

But see a blue sword light as a practice through the sky, the rich brilliance will be half of the Jiangchao Ridge. An old man dressed in Confucianism holds a flying sword and stabs the two old men of Buddhism.

"Silver, Yuanli third-order!!" The sword light approached, a kind of snow-like coldness could not help but arise from the hearts of two old Buddhas. The two men whispered in unison, and looked at each other, leaving the attack. The cloak helped the disciples, urging the Buddha's seal, and the Zen stick and the palm print rushed toward the flying sword!

"Boom..." The sound of a violent shock was emitted, and the brilliance of the brilliance was followed by two screams! The Zen rod that had just shot Zheng Feifei’s sword was now split into two halves by the flying sword of the Confucian master. The one hand that urged the old man of the Buddha’s hand was cut off by the flying sword!

The two flew back and fell on the top of the mountain!

"Oh..." After the scream, the end of the battle with the four black men was also a roar, jumping out of the crowd, with blood on his arms! Although he broke the weapons of the two black men in his life, he was finally able to fight with four hands and his arm was seriously injured.

"Thank you for the Xiling layman..." Zheng Zheng was not surprised at the end of this, and bowed to the flying Confucian.

"No need to pay more!" The old man put his hand in the hand, the three-footed flying sword in his hand spit out the sword mans, cold road, "the old man killed these two vultures, you slaughtered these two hairs! Do not believe that the hair in the crown does not come out!"

"Yes, the younger generation knows!" Zheng Yi promised, and waved his hand. "Fast, cut the two men!"

"This fairy friend..." Two Buddhas who fell to the ground, a rush to take drugs, want to stop the injury; one hurriedly escaped a jade card from his arms, cried, "I am waiting for Liang The national teacher of the state of Liangliang, this is the token of the single leader of the country! I am waiting for the command of the king of the country to come to Jiangchao to protect Xiao Daochang! This Xiao Daochang you must not move! Otherwise it will cause The war between the Xi State and my single Liang Guo!"

"Single Liang Guo?" The filial piety of the Xiling layman in the Ming Dynasty, a glimpse of the hand, the jade card is in the hands! This jade brand is three inches in size and crystal clear. It is not a product at first glance. The front of the jade card is the word "single beam" of the dragon and phoenix dance, and the opposite is a word of "xiao"!

"Sure enough, it is the national teacher of Shanliangguo!" Xiling lays a frown and looks at the two Buddhist masters. "Are you waiting for a thousand miles to run here to protect a Taoist old donkey?"

"This fairy friend, this is the command of my country's lord!" The old man did not explain, obviously do not want to say more, "Xianyou can take away any Yuanshi and other things, but not harm Xiaodaochang!" I will wait until nothing happened today!"

"Well..." Xiling layman is obviously heart-warming! He does not want to compete with the command of a sovereign, although the single Liang Guo is not close to the country.

"Ji Shi ~" not far from Zheng Xiao smiled, "Your old name they have heard, you still seriously hurt them! The careful eyes of the Buddha's disciples, you do not know if you are old! If you let them go, this river tide Can I still take the Yuanshi of the view? Even if this stone is not taken, the cloak of the younger generation wants to live in Changsheng Town for a few more years! You old... don’t have to be chased down by the end of the world?"

"Not bad!" Xiling layman looked at Jiang Chaoguan, who still had no movements. He laughed and said, "The old man had previously offended the Buddha disciples and was chased by a vulture of the old vulture. If it is released today. They, the old man has to escape again! Even if you have Yuanshi, you can't practice well..."

"Booming ......" Just when the Xiling layman had a decision, Jiang Chaoguan’s high altitude flashed a burst of green brilliance, and then he gave birth to the sound of thunder! After the thunder, the thick clouds came from all directions, and the clear night sky just now seems to be changing.

Thunder naturally attracted the attention of everyone, but look at the sky, the clouds, the mountain wind, and nothing unusual, but some boring thunder is a bit weird, then look at the Jiang Chao view of the movement, there is no too much care. Only when the Xiling layman wants to spur the flying sword, when the two Buddhas are old, the "Boom..." countless thunders are born from the top of the crowd, and there is no clue to help the people and the Xiling The layman fell down!

"Ah!!!" That Leiguang body is fast, although the Xiling layman has used a flying sword to block it in a hurry, but under the powerful thunder, the flying sword was instantly crushed, and the Xiling layman was hit by three lightning bolts. There is no breath in the screams!

As for Zheng Zheng and others, it is even more unsatisfactory. There is no resistance at all. The body is hit by several big holes and fallen on the spot!

"Booming rumbling..." A dozen lives suddenly fell, and the rest of the thunder was still falling. The thunder and lightning above the mountains continued. After a while, the mountains were restored to calm, except for the dumb four. In addition, it is a mountain and a mountain road that has been turned into a blackened piece! Only this black is covered by the night, except for the rising smoke, you can't see it!

Calm is just a matter of interest. The raindrops of the "small" beans fall from the clouds above the thunder, and they are hit on the faces of the people who are stunned, and they are also hit by the corpses killed by the thunder, but also on the river. On the tidal ridge...

Straight after half a meal, the thick clouds gradually removed, revealing the half-round moon that had fallen in the sky, and the raindrops gradually became thin. That Xiao Jian was as awake as the dream of the two Buddhas and the old man coldly said: "You wait to roll back to Liang Liangguo, tell the Xiao Jun! The old man has the protection of my Taoist gods, and he does not use his fake and false meanings. Well! And you will bring the old man’s words to him! Waiting for the old man to be impatient in the Tibetan continent, he will turn to Shan Liangguo and will be the position of the old man’s kingdom... and take it back!”

The two old Buddhas were once again horrified to see the Xiling laymen and others who were killed by Tianlei, and to look at the blackened land. Finally, they looked at the unscathed themselves and the mountains that were slightly muddy. After making a look at each other, after Xiao Jian’s deep salute, some of them wandered down the mountain road and gradually disappeared.

"Teacher... Master..." Yuanya dared to speak at this time, in an incredible tone, "Dr. Disciples... Are the disciples not dreaming?"

"Ya..." Xiao Daochang also stretched his voice and shouted.

"Yes, Master!" Some of the gods did not answer the answer.

"You come over!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Use the strength of the whole body, lick it on the old man's arm!" Xiao Daochang's words fluttered like a gust of wind.

"Yes, Master!"

"Ah!!!" Xiao Daochang's screams are more than killing pigs! "Grandma's, I let you use your strength, but it's not for you to let Laozi go to death!"

"Yes, Master!" The voice of Yuanya didn't have any horror, or there was a sense of confusion. "The disciples didn't use any strength..."

"Grandma's, it doesn't look like a dream!" Xiao Daochang looked at the bruises on his arm, and his mouth was sucking in air, and his mouth was full of excitement.

"Yes... is Master's... magical?" Yuanya groaned and whispered, "Master... is it human?"

Ps: Waiting for the "time to pass" the ally of the Taoist friend, huh, huh (unfinished.)