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Behind Zhaoyang, six or seven figures slowly came, but they were limping and obviously injured.

The leader complained: "I said that the seven of us are like-minded, so we must attack together. No one can be missing."

"Can't you wait for the seventh one? You have to attack, you have to attack, and you got killed by others."

Bai Jun covered his face and lowered his head without saying anything.

Alas, I lost, and lost completely.

He was also pressed to the ground and rubbed.

"I won't dare to do it next time. I must wait for all seven people to arrive before I attack."

"Hehe, that's right.

The seven sons of Canglang have made their way in the world, relying on the power of numbers. If one is missing, we will lack the essence and cannot exert our strength."

Several people sighed and regretted secretly.

At that time in the bamboo forest, only six of the seven sons of Canglang arrived, but Dian Cang Hongtu had been destroyed. If it dragged on, there would be no one left.

Finally, they couldn't hold back any longer and rushed out with Bai Jun leading the charge. They didn't expect that the inner scene cultivators were so strong.

Three punches and two kicks, and all six people were defeated.

Fortunately, Shushan Sect was not an evil sect. Zhaoyang didn't kill them. After venting his anger, he let them go.

They wandered around and finally found the spiritual bamboo shoots.

Ding Yong walked in front and said, "The front is Duiwang Gorge."

"After Duiwang Gorge, it's the daughter village."

"By then, the seven of us will be like one pair of pants, hehehe."

Hum, hum~

Hearing the sound, Ding Yong was stunned, and the people behind him looked at each other.

This is really a narrow road for enemies.

The turtle was seen rubbing on the ground, and on its back was Zhaoyang, the Shushan disciple who had just beaten them up.

Ding Yong stepped firmly and whispered, "Hey, the seventh brother hasn't come yet, let him go first."

"That's right, it's right, a gentleman's revenge is never too late."

"When the seven sons go to war, no grass will grow. Today he is lucky!"

"Hey, I, the seven sons of Canglang, are in the martial arts world, and no one can be left behind."

Zhaoyang heard the movement behind him and snorted coldly. The six sons of Canglang did not dare to brag.

On the contrary, Hongtu of the Dian Cang Sect on the side said reluctantly:

"Alas, it's a pity for that wild boar. It's quite comfortable to ride on it."

Zhaoyang seemed to agree when he heard it: It's indeed very comfortable.

But if this boar pushes me once, I will ride it for a hundred years. This is fair.

At this time, facing the gorge.

Li Chen and He Cangwu stood opposite each other.

The true meaning of the dragon and the elephant, the thundering sound, facing the ghost king Ning Gang, the fighting spirit is fierce.

Everyone was shocked: "This little monk actually understood the true meaning of the technique!"

The techniques in the world are all the reflection of the way of heaven, the perception of the wise, the coincidence of fate, and the success of the technique.

Every technique has its essence since its birth.

It is actually the reflection of the three thousand great ways, and it gathers the true meaning of the world's mysteries.

However, the technique is related to nature, and the true meaning is hard to find.

The true meaning is ethereal and elusive, independent of the realm of practice. Even if there are hardworking people, it is difficult to understand it in their lifetime.

It is not related to the realm. Only those who fully fit the characteristics of the technique can find a trace of the true meaning.

There are also saints who once said that the true meaning is the prototype of supernatural power. If you understand the true meaning, you will become a supernatural power.

At this time, Hongtu of the Dian Cang Sect sighed: "You are worthy of being a monk from the Killing Temple."

Before, he had met Li Chen and Li Sao in Chaofeng Tower. Later, he learned from the second son that the two of them left the Killing Temple.

That's why he summoned the Seven Sons of Canglang to help him overnight.

Unfortunately, the second son disappeared after entering the bamboo forest, and he has not met the Seven Sons of Canglang yet.

"Shasheng Temple?"

Zhaoyang, sitting on the wild boar, was stunned.

The Shasheng Temple has the inheritance of the Styx Patriarch and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and it once made the heroes of the world bow their heads.

It's just that the legend says that the Shasheng Temple is bloodthirsty and cruel, but this little monk seems to be the orthodox Zen method in both his true energy and moves. No one would have thought that he would come out of the Shasheng Temple.

"Although the Killing Temple has not been in the martial arts world in recent years, it seems that it is still not to be underestimated."

"Hey, no matter how strong the little monk is, what can he do?

The Ghost Crow Messenger He Cangwu, the genius of the Ghost Crow, also has a place on the Golden Scale List."

"He is just a little monk with some opportunities, no need to make a fuss."

"That's right, in front of my Canglang Seven Sons, he is far behind."

"Hey, the Seven Sons go to war, and no grass will grow!"

"Those in the Inner Realm will do it!"

"Ahem, the number of people is not complete, so keep a low profile for now."

...

Li Chen is always on guard against He Cangwu's attack.

He counted the innate monks he had fought against in his heart.

The Blood Dragon King and the Five Generals of the Blood Sea were restrained by the Red Lotus Karma Fire because of the blood evil condensation.

Li Shen's White Snake Condensation was restrained by Li Chen's magical power of Thousand Hands.

But this time He Cangwu was obviously more difficult to deal with.

Although he knew that the true meaning of his palm method could restrain the Ghost King's Gang Qi, the other party seemed to be on guard against him.

As soon as he raised his hand, he used the ghost shadow body technique to dodge, and then continued to suppress with the ghost claws, not giving Li Chen any chance to take advantage.

The two attacked each other, but were also wary of each other.

Whether it was the dragon and elephant phantom in the "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Sutra", the rolling thunder sound in the "Hundred Eight Worries Worship", or the bound Buddha light.

In fact, they were all the true meanings of the exercises that the cultivators were struggling to find.

When the true meaning is revealed, the exercises will naturally have different characteristics.

For example, the dragon and elephant true meaning has its own "knock away", and the thunder sound shock has its own "exorcism".

He Cangwu's evil ghost condensed power is a combination of the innate true qi and the evil ghost king of the most yin place in the world.

In the Golden Scale List, the ghost king condensed power ranks 73rd.

It is known as the 'Nine Nether Mysterious Qi, which once taught hundreds of ghosts to cry. '

After several fights, He Cangwu has sensed the meaning of exorcism in the Lichen Palm.

It happened to be the nemesis of his own ghost king condensed power.

So he secretly made up his mind that he must get rid of the little monk in front of him, otherwise he would become a big trouble in the future.

Thinking of this, He Cangwu's face was fierce, and the power of the whole body was surging, and the ghostly aura was grim.

In a blink of an eye, it condensed into the ghost king's power.

The ghost king has a green face and fangs, a single horn and three eyes, and is good at using ghost claws. When he opens his mouth, he will cry like a ghost.

The cry is heard, and the soul is scattered.

Woo~

Under the gaze of everyone, the one-horned ghost king opened his mouth.

Suddenly, the gloomy wind blew, and the ghost cried coldly.

Li Chen felt that the abyss in front of him suddenly turned into a bottomless abyss, and the whole body was filled with chill.

The ghost's cry was desolate, which made people's heartstrings collapse.

Thousands of horrors seemed to be in front of him.

This method is similar to the Zen sound technique of the Killing Temple.

Both use sound waves to carry the law and arouse the horror of the heart.

Many monks retreated one after another. Some who could not run away were disturbed by the ghost's cry, and immediately held their heads with their hands on the spot, with a look of horror on their faces.

Shushan Zhaoyang sat on the turtle's grandson and said in his heart: "What a good 'Once taught a hundred ghosts to cry', he really has the appearance of a ghost."

After saying that, he just raised his hand and a star lit up above his head.

The wonders in the inner scene, the Big Dipper Tianshu!

The starlight sprinkled down, and the dust was a hundred feet.

The ghost's cry disappeared here.

Many monks hurriedly hid in the starlight and thanked Zhaoyang profusely.

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Thanks to the book friend, Qianying Yizai for the reward, the wind is strong with little help, the wall is high and the moon has traces.

I recommend a book "The Great Qin Demon Slayer", which is the work of the book friend. If you like classical fairy tales, you can go and have a look~

If nothing unexpected happens today, three more chapters will be presented