Nightwatcher

In the process of falling, Asuro growled and spread his fists, attacking Xu Qi'an frantically.

Puff puff puff. His fists, elbows, knees and other parts were turned into the sharpest weapons, and Xu Qi'an, who had lost his vajra power, suffered multiple fractures and blood spattered.

But soon, Asuro's strength began to decline, and his breath was functioning as usual, but every luck attack would cause him severe pain in his heart and mouth, weakness in his limbs, and dizziness. .

Those qi mechanisms that were originally flowing smoothly in the meridians have now caused a huge load on the body.

"How is it? The magic nail tastes good."

Xu Qi'an spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and said with a grin:

"The heart is the head of the five internal organs. Without it, how would you function with your Shura essence and blood?"

He laughed wildly, and a head hammer hit Asuro's forehead hard, causing his eyes to stare and turn white.

When Wu Fu fights, the whole body depends on the heart for the movement of essence and blood. When it stops delivering blood, the brain will lack oxygen, the blood in the body will be blocked, and the limbs will be weak.

Xu Qi'an was well aware of the pain, the superhuman warrior's strong vitality kept him from dying, but the pain was always there.

Fortunately, when he was refining the gods, he honed his soul to be extremely strong, his willpower was firm, and he did not collapse due to the pain.

Every extraordinary martial artist has terrifying resilience.

Taking a deep breath, the penetrating wound on his chest and the injuries all over his body recovered quickly. Xu Qi'an launched a counterattack, punching, elbowing and kneeling, and the hard parts of his body turned into weapons. He fought back just as Asuro hit him just now.

bang bang bang.

In the crisp sound of firecrackers, blood splashed from Asuro's body.

The young son of Shura King's eyes were red, his throat roared like a beast, he tried his best to resist, but it was difficult to recover his decline.

On the other side, Sun Xuanji landed lightly on the top of the pagoda, a circular formation was lit up under his feet, pulling down layer by layer, twelve circular formations divided the pagoda into twelve equal parts.

Immediately afterwards, the upper six formations rotate clockwise, and the lower six formations rotate counterclockwise.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden Buddhist inscriptions covering the outer layer of the sealed tower exploded one by one. This was not violent destruction, but a more sophisticated method of breaking the formation, which fundamentally disintegrated the Buddhist inscriptions that formed the sealing formation.

The monks watching the battle from a distance looked at this scene with dull and dazed faces. Just like before, they didn't understand this unpredictable battle of the extraordinary.

These two foreign thieves were able to force Venerable Asuro to activate the power of blood, which is already a glorious record despite death.

This is indeed the case. Facing Venerable Asuro who opened the power of the blood, the King Kong who didn't know the details retreated steadily and fled in a hurry.

Warlocks in the sky only dare to zoom in and out.

However, after Venerable Asuro killed him on the fort, the situation took a turn for the worse. It was unknown where the sacred foreign thief Vajra turned against the enemy, and Venerable Asuro was unable to fight back.

And it wasn't a fluke to gain the upper hand for a while, they could clearly sense the rapid decline of Venerable Asuro's aura.

"Knot, knot."

The old monk's mouth trembled, and he roared in the language of the Western Regions:

"Quickly form an array to help Venerable Asuro kill the enemies outside and protect the pagoda."

"court death!"

Xu Qi'an kicked Asuro's chest with both feet, and at the same time threw out the peace knife.

Shh~

The peace knife whizzed away, turning into a dark golden light like a swimming fish, flexibly interspersed among the monks.

Wherever it passed, Zen masters fell down one after another, or their heads flew up, or their upper body was separated from their lower body, or their knees were cut off.

There are only a few fourth-rank Zen masters who perform Zen skills at critical moments, protecting the body with Buddha light, and blocking the cutting of the knife light.

In the extraordinary combat power in the past, the performance of the Taiping Dao was as flat as its name, and even a little stretched, but it did not mean that it was not strong.

The main reason is that the enemy the master faces is too high-level, and it is difficult for a small broken knife that has just been born with wisdom to play a decisive role.

But during this period of time, it has been warmed in the dragon's air, and its edge has become sharper.

It has grown gradually and can play a great role in the Transcendent Realm.

But right now, when dealing with this group of Zen masters, you can't say chopping melons and vegetables, you can only say cutting tofu.

"Form in place!"

An old monk growled.

The Zen masters responded immediately, and several people, or a dozen or so people, sat cross-legged in place to form a Zen formation.

Sure enough, it blocked this invincible magic weapon, making it difficult for it to break through the layers of protective golden light, but this also made the monks unable to help Asuro, preventing Sun Xuanji from breaking through the formation.

In the "crack" sound of beams being broken and the "crash" sound of scattered bricks, the sealed tower finally couldn't support it and collapsed.

Sun Xuanji took this opportunity to see the scene inside the tower clearly.

In the center of the first floor, an octagonal base is cast in gold, and on the base is a lotus platform cast in gold.

Regardless of the base or the lotus, they are all engraved with densely packed Buddhist inscriptions, which are part of the sealing formation, but now, these Buddhist gates are dimmed and turned into pure inscriptions, no longer magical.

On the lotus platform, there are vigorous and slender thighs with smooth muscle curves.

It has been sealed here for five hundred years, but there is no sign of withering and exhaustion, and it is as fresh as the legs of a living person.

The Tower of Sealing has three floors, and there are many Zen masters sitting cross-legged on each floor.

With the collapse of the pagoda, these Zen masters kept sitting cross-legged and fell one after another. Even if they fell from a high altitude, they still maintained cross-legged postures without waking up or resisting.

Sun Xuanji opened the sachet and aimed at those legs.

The sachet was whirling, and the legs were easily sucked into it. Then, he glanced at the swaying Zen masters like sculptures, hesitated a little, and gave up the idea of ​​killing them all.

Before the two sides had a hostile fight, these Zen masters were innocent people in the eyes of Senior Brother Sun.

He couldn't bring himself to kill innocents.

Even if one day in the future, these Zen masters will be his enemies, but that is in the future, and by that time, he will not be relentless in killing his enemies.

"good!"

Sun Xuanji let out a succinct roar, the light rose from his feet, and he teleported back to the fort.

The fort bloomed with clear light, and immediately disappeared into the dark night sky.

Seeing this, Xu Qi'an did not hesitate, and resolutely gave up the combo against Asuro, staring at the Buddha Pagoda rising into the sky, and shouted:

"Peace!"

The Taiping knife whizzed back, letting the owner step on the spine of the knife, one by one, flying away through the air.

It wasn't that Xu Qi'an was merciful, and Asuro's aura plummeted after being hit by a magic nail, but it didn't mean that the youngest son of King Shura was crippled, he was still in the Transcendent Realm.

Wufu is notoriously difficult to kill, and the stump of Shenshu has been taken away, so there is no need to stay here, and things will change later.

Nanfa Temple, which had gone through a great battle, was a bit of a mess, the damage was mainly concentrated in the west courtyard, and the rest of the area, except for Xu Qi'an's knife, which penetrated more than half of Nanfa Temple, was basically not affected.

The Aso Compass sits on a square without a single good brick, with a pagoda crumbling into ruins in the background.

His skin was no longer dark, but it was not the unique dark golden color of King Kong, and the fire ring at the back of his head was extinguished. At this moment, he looked more like an ordinary monk.

At most, it is ugly and handsome.

The dark golden nail lay quietly in front of him.

Venerable Asuro, of course, masters the secret method of unlocking the magic nail, and also has this strength.

Fortunately, it was only a magic sealing nail that entered his body. Although his strength was damaged, it would not become a useless person, and he still had the strength to pull it out by himself.

If all the nine magic nails penetrated into his body, he could only return to Alando to seek help from Bodhisattvas and Arhats.

An old monk led more than a dozen disciples into the west courtyard. The disciples stopped in place, and the old monk stepped forward slowly, clasping his hands together:

"Venerable Asuro, the demon monk's stump has been taken away, what should I do?"

This old monk has a wrinkled face and a skinny body. He is the presiding master of Nanfa Temple.

One hundred and nine years old.

In today's Buddhism, in the eyes of ordinary disciples, most of the highly respected people are the "Pan" generation, and the previous generation is the "Du" generation. The monks of the "Du" generation have either achieved extraordinary achievements or have already turned into loess.

A strong man in the extraordinary field cannot be described as highly respected.

"I will tell Guangxian Bodhisattva."

Asuro sat cross-legged majestically, neither happy nor sad.

Host Pan Nian nodded, and said in an old hoarse voice:

"Do you want to send the disciples of the sect to hunt down the monster clan in the Shiwanda Mountain?"

Buddhism has been operating in southern Xinjiang for many years, with strong soldiers and horses, and many masters, far stronger than the Yaozu, otherwise it would not be able to rule the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Asuro shook his head:

"Order the cities to hoard food, grass and medicinal materials, strengthen the city walls, and cut trees to clear the way."

Pan Nian host was shocked:

"what do you mean"

Each of these orders is used in times of famine and war. The Shiwan Dashan is rich in products and inexhaustible, so there is no problem of famine.

There is only one answer.

Asuro has a solemn expression, keeping his palms together:

"The Southern Demon has endured for five hundred years and accumulated strength in secret, and the time has come for a comeback. I will contact Alan Tuo about this matter.

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains have entered the territory of Buddhism and will never change. This time, we will completely disperse the power of Nan Yao."

Host Pan Nian let out a sigh of relief, and asked the doubts that were still bothering him:

"Who is the King Kong who fought against you just now?"

Asuro asked back: "Who else is the extraordinary martial artist who practices the King Kong magic and has a relationship with Si Tianjian?"

A name appeared in Pan Nian's mind - Xu Qi'an!

"It's him."

The host Pan Nian looked complicated, and said sadly:

"This son has grown to such a degree. If he can't be admitted to Buddhism, he will miss the opportunity and miss the great opportunity."

The tone was both hateful and regretful.

In the valley, bonfires blazed.

Miao Youfang, Protector Hongying, Protector Qingmu, Protector White Ape, and more than a dozen tribesmen of the Yaozu tribe had a good time drinking, singing and dancing to celebrate the successful conclusion of the operation.

"Dafeng's gunpowder really lives up to its reputation, and it explodes really well."

A horse demon patted his chest and cheered up: "I wish I could take over the people from the Western Regions and save my fellow clansmen who are in dire straits."

Protector Hongying hurriedly toasted: "The successful completion of this operation is due to Xu Yinluo and Miao Daxia's contribution. Let us raise our glasses to respect the distinguished guests who came from afar."

With a few words, Miao Youfang was brought to the center of the stage and became the focus of all the monsters' eyes.

Miao Youfang listened to the sound of "Miao Daxia", he was not drunk, but his heart was drunk first.

"I am over-flattered!"

Miao Youfang cupped his hands and said loudly:

"It's my job as a member of the Central Plains to draw swords to help when the road is injustice. Although you are monster races, you are enthusiastic and straightforward. In Miao's eyes, you are far more worthy of friendship than most human races.

"Miao has a toast to all of you."

While raising her head to drink, she glanced at several beautiful banshees with straight waists and thin waists.

I don't know if Yaozu is open to love between men and women? I risked my life to throw explosives around the city. It shouldn't be too much for them to arrange a few banshees to serve as bed attendants. It would be nice to hang out with Xu Yinluo!

At this time, he found the guardian of the white ape not far away, staring at him with clear blue eyes.

not good! !

Miao Youfang's heart shuddered, and his adrenaline soared. If this monkey monster were allowed to express his inner thoughts just now, well, then he would become the next Li Lingsu.

At that time, he could only cover his face and leave Shiwan Dashan in tears.

At this critical moment, Protector Hongying dropped the wine bowl in his hand, flew towards Protector Yuan, threw him down, and tightly covered his thick lips with both hands.

"Don't disappoint!"

Protector Hongying warned.

Guardian Baiyuan looked at him stubbornly, shaking his head slightly.

His ability has already exceeded the category of the fourth grade, and he can't control it if he wants to.

Seeing this, Guardian Qingmu silently took the vine cane.

Guardian White Ape glanced at the cane and nodded silently.

Only then did Guardian Hongying let go of his hand.

Protector Bai Yuan tore off the corner of his clothes, covered his eyes, and turned his back to everyone.

In this way, the voices of everyone present could still be heard in his ears, but he could no longer tell who those voices belonged to.

Miao Youfang breathed a sigh of relief, firmly grasped Hongying's hand, and said sincerely:

"Guardian Hongtao, a lifelong friend."

Inside the grotto.

After taking the elixir given by Sun Xuanji and adjusting his breath a bit, Xu Qi'an's breath returned to its peak.

"Asuro is too scary, he cannot be dealt with by the third rank."

Xu Qian said with lingering fear.

"Xu Lang is fine."

Ye Ji was serving tea and water, her face full of distress, and when Xu Qi'an finished drinking the water, she said:

"This part of Master Shenshu's stump can help Xu Lang pull out the two magic nails. In this way, you will only have the last magic nail left."

"Congratulations." Bai Ji raised her two little paws and cupped her hands.

Sun Xuanji at the side nodded slightly when he heard the words:

"very"

Ye Ji looked at him with a smile, and waited and waited, but before there was a follow-up, she looked back at her lover in a daze.

At this time, Sun Xuanji said:

"good!"

Very good Ye Ji looked at Xu Qi'an eagerly, and suddenly understood why he asked the White Ape Guardian to help Sun Xuanji speak.

"Used to it."

Xu Qi'an said something via voice transmission, and looked at Sun Xuanji: "Senior Brother Sun, release Shenshu's stump."

Sun Xuanji took off the sachet hanging from his waist, untied it, and poured it lightly.

Slap!

Two legs fell out.

Xu Qi'an inspected the muscular smooth legs, then turned to look at Fuxiang:

"No remnants?"

He didn't feel the fluctuation of the soul in these thighs.

Ye Ji explained:

"Sealed for five hundred years, the master is in a deep sleep, and he needs blood essence to wake him up. Not much, one drop is enough. But you don't need Xu Lang's blood essence, you can use mine."

Sun Xuanji scanned around the grottoes, found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone by himself, and wrote:

"The torso, the arms and the legs are all there. Where's the head?"

"The head should be in Alando, suppressed by the Buddha himself." Xu Qi'an remembered the words of the evil left arm in the Pagoda of the Buddha.

The current master Shenshu is really Xingtian, um, he has to be equipped with a set of relatives. He murmured to himself.

"Xu Lang, we still don't know whether the primordial spirit in this part of the body is good or evil. The Rongnu family will report the result to the empress first."

Fu Xiang is still so prudent and proper in handling affairs. Xu Qi'an said "hmm".

Ye Ji immediately took out the fox incense burner, polished the black incense, and after the green smoke rose, she inhaled forcefully through her nostrils.

In an instant, a powerful will revived in her body, and a smoky light overflowed from her left eye.

The Nine-Tailed Sky Fox did not speak, but stared fixedly at the two legs on the table.