The Great Tao Chronicle

The afterglow of the sunset falls through the clouds on the Snake King Mountain.

In the cottage of Snake King Mountain, in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, the handsome young monk looked at the burly middle-aged man who was trembling kneeling in front of him with a peaceful smile:

"Donor, do you understand?"

The tall and burly middle-aged man had disheveled hair and blood all over his body. His legs were folded back, almost forming a ninety degree angle with his body.

"Shen Ziping"

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and he recognized the man, the leader of the Snake Pan Mountain Bandit, Shen Ziping.

The little monk looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with red lips and white teeth like a crown of jade. Although he didn't have a trace of hair, he was handsome and a little evil.

And the breath is much stronger than Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan.

It must be a master who has condensed the seed of true qi, and is not far from condensing the qi meridian.

Even, it is unknown that he has already embarked on the road of condensing Qi.

"Wisdom, Wisdom Fruit"

The expressions of Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan also changed, looking at the little monk as if they saw a ghost.

All of a sudden, Zhao Yanyan had two more broken swords that were as transparent as the moon, and the long sword behind Dongmen Ruo vibrated and was held in his palm.

Like an enemy!

"Hahaha!"

Shen Ziping was trembling in pain, with cold sweat pouring down his face. Hearing the monk's question, he trembled and laughed wildly:

"Enlightenment? Enlightenment? Bald donkey, I realize your mother!!! If you want to kill, kill, if I frown, your grandfather raised it!"

"Oh, the donor still doesn't understand."

The little monk shook his head, very disappointed:

"This autumn, on September 15th, the little monk came from Qingzhou and crossed the Huayan Mountains. There were a lot of bandits along the way, but the little monk never made a nameless move. Do you know why the little monk went to the Snake King Mountain?"

"Why?!"

Shen Ziping raised his head, his eyes were filled with resentment under the messy hair:

"In the Huayan Mountains, there are dozens of giant bandits, why are they eyeing my Snake King Mountain?!"

"You have done a lot of evil, you have murdered business travelers, you have poisoned the village, and you have lost the good fortune. It has nothing to do with it."

The little monk sighed and looked at Shen Ziping seriously:

"Just because of you, I killed the little monk's donkey."

donkey?

a donkey? !

Shen Ziping was stunned.

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo were also stunned.

Even An Qisheng couldn't help but be stunned.

"For a donkey? You killed my two hundred brothers in Snake King Mountain for a donkey?!"

Shen Ziping shook his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out:

"You bastard!"

"Yeah, that was bought by Xiao Seng in Qingzhou for half a tael of silver. A half-sized donkey has been around for thousands of years. In all dynasties, this is the only small donkey."

A look of sadness appeared on the little monk's face:

"You have two hundred brothers, but I have only one donkey"

"For a donkey you hypocritical bald donkey!"

Shen Ziping coughed up blood again and again, almost crazy:

"I, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"

"The donor is wrong, it is a half-sized, black-backed, white-bellied little donkey."

The little monk responded seriously.

Then he stretched out his palm and gently stroked Shen Ziping's head.

The afterglow of the setting sun flashed over his pale jade-like palm.

immediately,

puff!

With a muffled sound, Shen Ziping's frantic cry was shot into his chest along with his head.

Gentle and gentle, fierce and spicy.

The jade-like slender fingers wiped a drop of red blood from his cheeks, and the little monk raised his head with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze:

"Little monk Huiguo, several donors are polite."

Facing the little monk's kind smile, Zhao Yanyan, Dongmenruo's face became more and more ugly:

"Dragon Elephant Temple, Evil Monk Huiguo"

Zhao Yanyan's expression was solemn, and he cupped his hands and said:

"Zhao Yanyan of Baiyue Villa, Master is polite."

"It's really him"

An Qisheng was slightly aware, and a lot of information emerged in his heart.

Seven hundred years ago, the Dragon Elephant Temple was destroyed by the hands of the master, the elites in the temple were completely lost, and the inheritance was almost cut off.

The reason why I say almost is because there are still descendants of Longxiangfa Temple still alive.

This is the one in front of him, the ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo.

The ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo was an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the door 700 years ago, but by chance, he became the last inheritance of the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple.

However, although he became the orthodox of the Longxiangfa Temple, he had no intention of expanding the Longxiangfa Temple.

In his hands, Longxiangfa Temple has become a true one-line biography.

Seven hundred years have passed, and the descendants of Longxiangfa Temple are only one teacher and one apprentice.

"It seems that several donors have misunderstood the little monk."

Huiguo's eyes dimmed and she slowly got up.

Under his monk's robe, there was blood red, almost soaked with blood, but as he got up, the large blood color turned into blood beads and rolled down automatically.

Before he finished speaking, his moon-white monk robe was spotless.

With the solemn appearance of the little monk, I have to say that he has an excellent demeanor.

"misunderstanding?"

The corners of Dongmenruo's mouth twitched and forced a smile:

"East Gate of Extreme God Sect, I have seen Master Huiguo"

When he heard about this person in the past, he was still surprised why he was called an evil monk, but seeing him doing such a trick to a donkey, he also knew that only the wrong name was called, and there was no wrong nickname.

"The donors probably think that you who killed these donors for the sake of heaven and to protect the village are righteous, and the monks killed them for the sake of donkeys, which is evil and rebellious?"

Huiguo put her hands together and her eyes were clear:

"Yes or not?"

"Master Huiguo is joking."

Dongmen Ruo smiled reluctantly: "Master has eliminated harm for the people. In the past, the business trips and nearby villagers will definitely be grateful, and I am also sincerely convinced."

"No, the little monk is just for the donkey."

Huiguo shook her head, and then her eyes fell on An Qisheng:

"What is the name of this patron?"

An Qisheng's shadow was reflected in Huiguo's clear eyes.

There was a hint of curiosity in his heart.

This man with a spear, under the burly and majestic body, is not leaking at all, and the whole person is as smooth as a pebble washed by rivers for countless years.

Just relying on this qi-holding kung fu, I don't know where the two people next to him went.

An Qisheng looked calm, holding a gun and handing over:

"Under An Qisheng, the little master is polite."

"Anchison"

Huiguo muttered something, thought for a while, and then asked:

"This donor, have the little monk and you met?"

"Why did Master Huiguo say this?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he answered calmly.

He who had dreamed of Tieshan knew that the decline of the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple originated from the Master of Seizures hundreds of years ago. Could it be that they have any other means to sense the Tianyizhu?

"The little monk always feels that the donor is a little familiar"

Huiguo put her hands together and smiled shyly:

"Maybe the little monk has made a mistake."

Coy laughter still echoed.

In the filth that filled the sky, the moon white monk's robe was already moving.

Step out!

boom!

Suddenly, there seemed to be a thunderous explosion in the cottage.

The earth shook, the cottage swayed, and corpses were scattered like straw mixed with sand and silt.

Just one step out, between the roaring air waves, the sound of internal force drumming like a surging river, the little monk's body swelled up like a balloon visibly inflated between the steps.

Ang~

roar~

There seems to be a dragon roaring, and an elephant hissing!

There seemed to be a golden light flashing under the moon white monk's robe, and the whole person had changed greatly.

Beneath the bulging monk's robe, the burly body like a mountain is filled with terrifying power that is about to explode, and its bare hands, legs, and neck are full of muscles and tendons like dragons!

In an instant, a distance of more than ten meters flashed past, and the hurricane air smashed the fence of the cottage.

It strides forward, moves like a mountain, and turns over like a dragon, giving people an unparalleled sense of rage!

"Dragon Elephant King Kong Body!"

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmenruo's expressions changed greatly at the same time, and they looked at Huiguo as if they had seen some incredible beast.

Boom!

The next moment, under the turbulent airflow, the two seemed to have no resistance, but in fact they had the intention of retreating and drifted several meters away with the wind.

Look up.

I saw a palm raised.

The white skin that used to be gone, glowed with golden yellow like gold and iron pouring, and the five-fingered road almost disappeared.

A palm shot, almost burst the air.

With the sound of a series of gas explosions, all of a sudden, the turbulent air flow has been slammed down towards An Qisheng!

At this moment, An Qisheng's figure seemed to become smaller and smaller under the tall and inhuman Huiguo.

"Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra! You, you have already begun to condense the Qi channels!"

If Dongmen was shocked, he secretly reminded An Qisheng.

The Dragon Elephant King Kong Mahamudra is a secret martial art from the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple. It is not special in itself. The special thing is that this martial art can only be practiced if the Qi pulse is condensed into the palm of your hand!

In other words, that Huiguo has at least condensed the energy necessary for the Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra!

"Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra"

Under the turbulent air flow, An Qisheng's cloak had already been blown off, his long silver-white hair fell back like a waterfall, and his wide coat was hunting.

His eyes were half drooping, under the hurricane airflow.

His body suddenly stood up straight, and the ground under his feet cracked instantly, raising dust.

Under the stomping foot, the strength rose from the ground, running through the waist, abdomen, shoulders and back, straight to the front of the elbow, in the palm of the hand, the iron spear of Zhang Er was already buzzing and vibrating, as if it was about to turn into a roaring evil in the next moment. Dragon.

In a single thought, the hidden strength, qi and blood, and inner strength erupted like a gushing volcano!

Clang~

In the piercing sound wave~www.wuxiaspot.com~ An Qisheng raised his arms and raised his gun!

buzz~

The spear rose sharply, as if under the deep and boundless ocean, the black dragon raised a thousand waves.

A gun was raised, and the battle flag was raised on the battlefield that seemed to be endless.

It was as if a mountain rose from the ground, piercing the sky, Yuyu clarified!

The air visible to the naked eye was penetrated by the long spear at once, and then the sound like a wow wow wow wow wow wow wow!

Directly stab the scattered golden light, the palm of the majestic force!

With An Qisheng's current physique, this burst of power is enough to pierce through gold and iron and collapse the wall. Any physical body practicing martial arts will be pierced with such a violent shot!

boom! !