Prehistoric Qinglian

260,don’t kill

With the calculation in mind, the leading monk also put down his threat and began to make insidious remarks;

"Fellow Taoist, are you here alone? I see that fellow Taoist is proficient in wood practice. Could it be that fellow daoist is also a wood cultivator?" The leading monk asked the two questions together, but also seemed less naive, and he tried his best to release his own power.

bona fide;

"Although chaos is a threat, it can be dealt with. However, fellow Taoist disciples are all wood cultivators. I am also very curious. When fellow daoist mentioned the sect, could it be that my fellow daoist sect is a wood cultivator?" Qinglian did not face the front.

The answer is ambiguous and also checking the other party**;

The leading monk was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then replied with some pride: "Pindao is a monk of the Mu Sect in Kunfang Continent. He is the leader of Mu Cultivation in Kunfang Continent. Could it be that my fellow Taoist is a monk from other continents?"

Qinglian chuckled, feeling secretly happy in her heart. The information about "Kunfang Continent" was very important to him. During the flash of lightning, she also made some calculations in her heart. She knew nothing about other continents. Looking at the situation, the other party

But he is very clear, does he need to find a sect for further training, so that he can understand the information of this chaotic starry sky more quickly?

Qinglian practiced the Three Thousand Great Dao by herself and had never thought of becoming a disciple. This time she entered the chaos and realized that she was a little arrogant. Even now that she has advanced to the highest level of heaven, it would be much easier if someone could give guidance.

Of course, even so, Qinglian still never thought about becoming a disciple, but now, she found that it would be good if she could blend into a sect;

But regarding her own situation, Qinglian still dared not make up her mind. Chaos Qinglian, after all, not many people could resist its temptation;

Monks. Even if they are cultivators of compassion, don't expect the other party to be truly merciful. Qinglian didn't want to expose herself easily. She noticed that the formation behind her had been 90% integrated with the entire world. At the moment, she did not answer this question.

Thinking of delaying the time first and then worrying about it;

"I know a lot about Mu Xing Yiyi. Several of my Taoist friends are also masters of Mu Xing. How about we take this opportunity to learn from each other? It's better to learn from the strengths of others. It's better than working behind closed doors!"

The four monks were stunned after hearing this. The leading monk felt okay. On the side, Mu Xian saw Qinglian saying that he wanted to spar, but he felt a little annoyed. He took a step closer, held his hands and held his fists, and said with a little disdain in his eyes: "I am a poor Taoist, Mu Xian."

, Since fellow Taoist want to learn from each other, how about I teach fellow Taoist** first?"

"Then thank you fellow Taoist, poor Taoist Qingyin. I've met fellow Taoist!" Qinglian named herself Qingyin, and also held the sound flute spirit treasure in her hand, pretending to use it as a trump card, and arranged for herself to be a monk who is proficient in the way of music.

It’s a kind of cover;

After a few moves, Mu Rong and his two men stepped away from a distance, leaving the two of them to act. He also wanted to see Qinglian's magical power;

Seeing this, Mu Xian pinched the magic formula in his hand. Behind him, hundreds of strips of green strips flashed out and spread out in all directions, like a giant spider. The green strips shot out in all directions, but the tip of the strips always faced Qinglian.

, ready to pounce;

Qinglian just smiled when she saw it. If it was just like this, Qinglian was very disappointed. Seeing Mu Xianshi, she just stepped lightly on the ground with her right foot and stood quietly waiting;

Mu Xian saw that Qinglian was still calm and calm, and did not notice him at all, and his heart was filled with evil fire. Without caring about anything else, he waved his big hand, and the green strips behind him swished straight, sweeping away, just after he passed.

A hundred meters in front of me, the green strip seemed to be encountering great resistance, and its speed became much slower. Every time it moved forward, the greenness in the strip decreased a lot. When it was a hundred meters in front of Qinglian,

The tip has turned yellow;

As soon as the withered yellow appeared, it was like an infectious disease, spreading instantly, a hundred meters in a breath, and at the other end, Mu Xian was frightened. He couldn't volley back, so he had to cut off the withered yellow strip and jump his body ten dozen times.

Only when the land is there can I feel relieved;

Qinglian still smiled at Mu Xian, and the hands behind her did not even move at all. This kind of physical attack was just a joke to him. Qinglian was proficient in the three thousand rules and the three thousand avenues, and she was a person who understood the essence.

For monks, physical attacks will have no effect at all unless they exceed the critical point that their body can withstand;

The Rules of Wood - The Way of Withering and Prosperity!

Qinglian raised his hand to do it. On the side, Mu Rong's face sank, and he once again raised Qinglian's height in his heart. The rules are considered mastery for Tiandao Dzogchen monks, but mastering does not mean that they can be used casually. Qinglian has arrived

The extent to which he can move according to his heart also shows that the other party has the strength to advance to the throne;

After a fight, the reality was revealed, and Mu Xian was not a fool. He naturally knew the reason, and now he became in a dilemma. Qinglian laughed, turned to look at Mu Rong, and the deep meaning was self-evident;

When Mu Rong saw Qinglian looking towards him, he twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little embarrassed. Then he suppressed his emotions and waved his hand casually, asking the two people behind him to join the attack;

The three Mu Sect monks stood in a triangle, surrounded by Qinglian, and began to make hand gestures in their hands. Soon, the area where the four of them were standing began to change. The ground became sticky, and as the grass and trees grew,

, rotted and became like a swamp. On the swamp, various big trees, rattans, and strong grass grew wildly, and soon a small forest was built, trapping Qinglian in it;

In the swamp, Qinglian shook her head to expel the disappointment in her heart. The few wood-walking monks in front of her were still exploring the path of wood-building. Their mastery of wood-walking was very simple. With such a favorable terrain, they still could not escape from the vegetation.

The Tao, even the Tao of life and death in the vegetation, is very superficial, withered and decayed visible to the naked eye, and Qinglian’s statement that she is not disappointed seems very false;

With these thoughts in mind, without waiting for the three wood monks to attack, they stretched out their hands behind their backs and shook them slowly in front of them for a moment. A cool breeze blew up, and a chill appeared in the air;

The Way of Plants and Trees - The Four Seasons Rotate!

In a moment, the space that the three wood monks had worked hard to build for half a day collapsed. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, every year, the whole battlefield was taken over by Qinglian. After a while, the majestic wind blew by, and those big trees and vines were blown away.

The strips of grass and the like turned brown and scattered with the wind, and the swamps on the ground also became hard. Soon, the battlefield returned to the initial stage, leaving three monks in a daze on the periphery, stunned.

Not knowing what to do;

On the periphery, Mu Rong's eyes were red. Although he thought that he couldn't do anything to Qinglian in this round, the method to crack it was so easy. It was still the method of withered glory, and the effect was so obvious. Mu Rong himself is a master of wood industry, and he is very sure to change it.

It is simply impossible to be yourself and do it so easily;

Seeing Qinglian looking at him, Mu Rong had no choice but to bite the bullet. No matter what, he couldn't let the other party look down on the sect. He waved his hand to make the three of them retreat stiffly. Mu Rong bowed slightly to Qinglian.

He stood up, solemnly bowed his fists, and said:

"Fellow Taoist Qingyin is indeed a great talent, Mu Zong Murong, come to teach fellow Taoist **!" Mu Rong reported out of the sect and deliberately introduced himself, obviously planning to show his trump card;

"Qingyin!" Qinglian clasped her fists and announced, "Fellow Taoist, please!"

Mu Rong nodded slightly, put his right hand on his heart, and pressed it lightly, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, which dissolved immediately when it hit the ground. In just a moment, countless grass appeared on the ground, one foot long, with red threads in the green, and small grass.

The grass was very slender, like silk, and spread out, quickly engulfing his figure;

"Hey..." A sound came from the red and green silk grass. On the ground, the silk grass moved with the sound and spread crazily towards Qinglian. In an instant, it reached Qinglian ten feet away, remaining in the air.

The path of withering glory can only block the silk grass for a short time. A simple thing is that some silk grass in front is burnt yellow, but the rear is following closely, with a hint of yellow in the red and green, still entwining towards the green lotus;

Qinglian put away the smile on her face. When the silk grass moved, it made a "silk" sound, obviously cutting the entire space, making the air filled with explosive sounds. The speed was very fast. Qinglian knew very well that even if she used

The path of withering and prosperity can only offset each other, and the endless and wildly growing silk grass behind will still rush towards him;

'Grass' is originally a species with extremely tenacious vitality. It cannot be swept away by wildfires, and it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. Although I don't know if the wood has the ability to make the four seasons dry and prosperous, but the spring spirit is used very lightly. It has obviously been controlled. Simple

Strive for consumption is obviously not the best policy; it’s just that Qinglian doesn’t want to use other rules, the way of withering and glory, dividing withering and glory. In this case, if you choose the way of withering, the effect will definitely be better;

With this idea in mind, Qinglian picked up a magic formula with her right hand and pointed forward. A gust of cold wind blew by. The silk grass in front of her slowed down. A thin layer of frost clung to the silk grass. Soon,

They were bent, and then the roots were cut off one by one. The ground was also covered with a thin layer of ice, and the wildly growing grass roots underneath were also frozen, and their vitality gradually disappeared;

The cut silk grass was instantly collected by Qinglian, turned into millions of sharp swords, and shot towards the direction of Mu Rong, cutting off countless silk grass along the way, and the ones that were cut off immediately followed.

The silk grass was also led by the sharp sword in front, and he followed it without hesitation. It soon formed a sword that was hundreds of feet long and hundreds of feet wide. It cut open, with the sound of air explosion, wherever it passed.

Frost rises everywhere, but it cuts them all off without killing them all;

In the place where the silk grass was first born, Mu Rong could clearly see the situation outside. It was still a simple method of using rules. Using Mahayana, the effect was very significant. His own silk grass was suppressed under the earth, and his vitality gradually lost.

But it will always remain immortal, as long as

When the frost dissipates, the silk grass will definitely be able to grow, but it is no longer possible to solve the situation at hand. The attack has failed. The silk grass giant sword in front of you attacks, it does not have much lethality, but it can suppress its own magical power very well.

, Mu Rong didn’t know how to resolve it for a while;

Mu Zhidao, the master of life, has the most tenacious vitality and almost ignores all environments. This was his previous understanding. However, Mu Rong now discovered that Mu Zhidao can also control death. The vitality is so fragile that the so-called environment is just a joke;

The venue was spread out, and the ground was covered with a layer of silk grass of the same length, like a red and green blanket spread on the ground. It was so beautiful that Mu Rong felt bitter in his heart. He looked at Qinglian who was still indifferent in front of him, slightly cupped his hands, and said

He turned around and left with the three team members; (To be continued...)

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