The Ancestor of Body Repair

The air is filled with an invisible force field, slowly squeezing inward, as if it contains a thousand and one powerful force.

All the hairs on Zhiyuan's body stood up, and a golden aura full of complex runes emanated from the red robe, covering him and the little monk.

At the same time, Zhiyuan recited a strange Buddha incantation, the dark golden staff stood in front of him, and a strange swastika emerged from it, which was printed on the body protection aura of the two.

After doing all this, Zhi Yuancai felt a lot less stressed, his eyes radiated a clear light, and he put his hands together and said: "It's good, good, the abbot said that Lao Na's trip is full of dangers, but he didn't expect to pass the Tongtian River, Encountered obstacles such as fellow Daoist Lu."

Lu Kun folded his arms around his chest, and only released some of the power of the void in the source field, but did not do it directly, he sneered: "Master, you should go back, the Southwest Immortal Cultivation Realm does not welcome any immortal cultivators from the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Although Zhiyuan's mana is surging, and he looks like he is fighting at any time, his expression is very gentle: "I don't know if Lu Daoyou can solve Lao Na's doubts, why he has such a prejudice against the Dazhou sect."

Lu Kun's face sank, and he snorted softly, "The reason? You'll know after a fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, he disappeared on the spot, and appeared in front of Zhiyuan in an instant. The muscles on his right arm turned into hideous deformed lumps, like a thick pillar of flesh and blood.

The whole body was enveloped by a layer of pale silver light film, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the magic energy appeared from the nearby air, and were blessed on the flesh and blood stone pillar, exuding a black and white halo.

Zhi Yuan's gentle expression had disappeared, and his stunned expression seemed to be frightened by Lu Kun's appearance.

"when……"

A crisp clashing sound came out. Fortunately, the dark golden staff was full of spirituality and appeared in front, blocking the ferocious fist with muscle pimples.

The violent energy surged in all directions, the spiritual energy and demonic energy of the heavens and the earth were surging, and the hidden vitality gushed out one after another.

Half of the vitality was gathered towards the dark golden staff. This strange magic weapon could absorb the vitality of heaven and earth and the vitality of the devil at the same time. A half-human-sized golden "ten thousand" character appeared, and it was firmly against the flesh and blood stone pillar.

"interesting."

A terrifying treasure light rolled in Lu Kun's body, and his body instantly swelled by 50%, turning into a giant nine feet tall. The other spare left hand was raised, and the muscles on it were bulging like a hill, also interlaced with rich black and white. Halo, smashed forward.

Zhiyuan's face turned pale, and the mana in his body continued to pour out. At the same time, a golden aura shot out from the eyebrows, which was injected into the staff, and the word "Wan" became more solid.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the huge golden "10,000" character dimmed a lot, and it still seemed to be able to support.

But at this moment, Lu Kun's pair of rock-like fists turned into palms, his fingers were close together, and the remaining black and white halos were intertwined, forming a conical vortex, like a drill, poking into the center of the "ten thousand" character, and at the same time there was a A silver light flashed away.

Accompanied by a burst of destructive energy, the word "10,000" was completely shattered, but its scattered golden aura turned into balls of light and fell on Lu Kun's huge body.

These golden auras contained some kind of powerful scorching power, but they were still energy attacks. After being weakened by the Zhaling soft armor, the remaining power only made Lu Kun's skin a little black.

Zhiyuan grabbed the staff with one hand and looked down at his right chest. There was a tiny blood hole on the edge of the red cassock. He sighed and folded his hands together: "Thank you, Daoist Lu, for your mercy."

Lu Kun has returned to his normal shape, he stretched out his palm, a piece of pale silver nails flew out from the blood hole in Zhiyuan's chest and landed in his hands, he glanced at the dark golden staff, and said lightly: "Buddhist Divine Ability, there really is a way."

Zhiyuan ignored the injury on his body and said seriously: "Master Lu has a strange magical power, which school does he belong to?"

There was silver blood surging on Lu Kun's fingertips, he fiddled with the fingernails, put them back in place, and said slowly, "Lu is the master of the Wei State's Body Refinement Pavilion. Today, in the Southwest Immortal Cultivation World, a quarter of The regions are all under the control of the Body Refinement Pavilion."

"Body Refinement Pavilion..."

Although Zhiyuan has never heard of this sect, but through the battle just now, he can also guess that its supernatural powers are all above the flesh.

He murmured in a low voice: "The body training method is unheard of in the world of cultivators, and Pavilion Master Lu hates the Dazhou sect so much. Could it be that they covet the body training method and try to steal the exercises from your sect?"

Lu Kun rubbed his fingers, and the nails on top had recovered as if they had never been broken. He snorted coldly: "Those greedy guys have already died in Lu's hands, why? interested?"

"Excellent Great Spirit King Buddha." Zhiyuan recited the Buddha's name and said: "The Buddhist secret technique of Huatian Temple, Lao Na has not yet cultivated to the extreme, how can he be greedy for other people's practice."

"'Greedy' is one of the three poisons, and it is the great enemy of Buddhist practice. If you act greedily, your cultivation will not only stagnate, but even go backwards. How could this temple do such a thing that damages your cultivation. "

Lu Kun narrowed his eyes, and found that Zhiyuan's eyes were very clear when he was talking, and he couldn't help but whisper, "You old monk, you really have a bit of morality."

Zhiyuan put away the dark golden staff and clasped his hands together: "Lord Lu, this monastery has no intention of tainting your sect's exercises. The purpose of this trip is to spread Buddhist concepts and exercises in the southwest, and do not force any monastery. resource."

Lu Kun touched his chin and said, "If that's the case, you can think about it, but we'll have to wait for Lu to finish dealing with Da Zhou's affairs."

As he spoke, he waved one hand, and an exquisite spirit boat appeared in the sky, and he said again: "By the way, Lu Mou left a sinister thread in the body of the master, which contains a special kind of fierce will. "

"As long as Lu Mou's thoughts move, this will will erupt. Although it is not fatal, under its impact, both the soul and the body will suffer a lot of damage."

"Master, it's better to return to Huatian Temple to heal his wounds. Maybe Lu will come to visit, Yin'er, let's go."

Shi Yin'er kept staring at the ring scars on the heads of the two monks, her eyes were rolling, she didn't know what she was thinking, when she heard Lu Kun's greeting, she responded, her figure flashed, she landed on the spirit boat, and hit a line. Dao Lingjue, controlling the flying boat, galloped away into the distance.

When Zhiyuan heard Lu Kun's words, he was shocked, and he sensed it carefully with his divine sense. In the wound on his chest, he found a group of invisible silver blood cells.

Within the condensed power of qi and blood, there was a faint trace of the power of will exuding a vicious aura.

"It seems to contain the breath of the true devil, and it seems to be a pure evil thought. Could it be that this pavilion master Lu has already realized the power of will, and has stepped into the realm of transformation in half a step?"

Zhiyuan's body surged with mana and recovered the wound, but he didn't dare to touch the small ball of blood inside.

"Master, what should we do now, go back?" At this time, the little monk Ziqing shrank his neck and said weakly.

Although he hid behind Zhiyuan and was not injured, the terrifying aura of the battle just now really frightened him quite a bit. The other party injured the master of the late Nascent Soul with a raised hand, probably even more powerful than their abbot.

Zhiyuan didn't answer, but looked at Feizhou who was far away, and he suddenly remembered something: "Pavillion Lu said he was here to deal with the matter, do you want to take revenge on the Dazhou sect?"

His expression changed slightly, a golden light shrouded the little monk, turned into a ray of light, and rose into the sky, and the spiritual sense of the great cultivator rushed into the distance: "Pavillion Lu, please wait for the old man..."