There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Darkness has fallen completely.

The entire mountains, rivers, valleys, and Taoist temples were all shrouded in darkness.

A bonfire was lit in the main hall, and everyone gathered here. Wei Zhongnan and others chatted quietly around the bonfire.

Nie Wushuang was alone, leaning against the wall and taking a nap.

On the side, the martial arts clone was still practicing, punching one after another, in a cycle, and his figure flashed in the hall, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west.

"Buzz!"

There was a soft cry in my mind.

Nie Wushuang opened his eyes.

On the panel, the data changes.

Taiyi, mastery, 1/100

This fighting magic power has finally advanced from beginner to master and can be used in actual combat. However, except for the Jade Brocade Pill that can only be taken by internal strength martial artists, all the elixirs have been used up. If you want to continue practicing, the energy supply will be somewhat limited. insufficient.

enough!

The time is almost up!

The martial arts clone sneaked into the shadow under Nie Wushuang, while the immune clone escaped from the shadow and appeared beside him, looking at the shrine faintly.

Countless purple points of light shine like fireflies,

After a while, purple light illuminated the entire hall.

The entire Taoist temple is shrouded in purple light, mysterious and strange.

The sudden change.

Wei Zhongnan and others looked at each other in confusion at first.

Soon, he panicked and looked at Nie Wushuang helplessly.

"Master Nie..."

Wei Zhongnan shouted nervously.

Nie Wushuang glanced at him and said nothing.

On the shrine, red light shone, and the figure of the gray-robed Taoist appeared.

This time, the evil spirits transformed by the apprentice's death did not appear.

This time, the gray-robed Taoist was no different from a normal person. His figure was not blurred, and the facial features on his face were no longer blurred. His face could be seen clearly. The only difference was that he had a faint red color on his body. The light flickers on and off.

呲呲呲……

There was the sound of electric current in his ears, and the immune clone beside him also had a faint red light that flickered on and off, just like that person.

On the panel, the damage column appeared.

Damage, 1/100

On the shrine, the Taoist looked at Nie Wushuang, his eyes no longer indifferent, but showing strong emotions.

happy?

excited?

satisfy?

Everything seems to be the same, but it is more than that.

With this look in his eyes, Nie Wushuang knew that this Taoist was not the weird one who existed based on rules a few nights ago, nor was he the shadow that appeared during the day with human emotions that were harmless to him. He was now a combination of the two. .

This is the real him.

The dharma preacher of the Great Rijinwu Sect.

He looked at Nie Wushuang, his lips slightly opened, as if he wanted to speak.

At this time, a wry smile appeared on Nie Wushuang's face. At first, just by learning Taiyi's magical power, the immunity clone's blood volume was reduced by half. From this point of view, tonight was a bit difficult.

However, there was no sound echoing in the void.

The perfect Taoist also knew that the energy he radiated would harm Nie Wushuang, so he kept his mouth shut.

His eyes turned to the uninvited guest in the corner of the hall.

When the purple light fell, the bonfire suddenly went out. Beside the bonfire, Wei Zhongnan and others were dumbfounded and as silent as cicadas. When the purple light shrouded them, great terror descended. In the sea of ​​consciousness, all thoughts were almost half-frozen and spinning extremely fast. slow.

For example, the thought of fear arises.

It's like a slow-motion replay of a movie or TV show.

"Good... but... scary... ah!"

Under such circumstances, they naturally had no exaggerated reactions, could not scream loudly, could not run away in a hurry, they were like puppets.

The expression on the face also changes slowly.

The uneasiness and fear in his eyes were the same.

Nie Wushuang also looked over.

What could he say?

Even now, he couldn't communicate with the Taoist. Just by talking with each other, his blood volume dropped sharply. If there was no immune clone, he would probably have five tuberculosis and seven injuries.

Pray for Wei Zhongnan and others?

Can't do it!

Again.

If left to their own devices, those guys would probably behave even worse.

The figure of the gray-robed Taoist on the shrine flashed and disappeared. In an instant, he appeared beside Wei Zhongnan and others.

He tilted his head and looked at those guys.

It's like shopping for a hotel in a wet market.

The next moment, he walked towards a strong young man.

What is this person's name?

Nie Wushuang didn't know.

He's just a passerby, let's call him Passerby A.

Nie Wushuang saw clearly that the gray-robed Taoist walked directly towards Passerby A. He did not stop when he reached him, but walked directly to him. The two overlapped and merged... After that, the expression on Passerby A's face It becomes vivid.

It's like the puppet comes to life.

He walked towards Nie Wushuang with an elegant figure.

Upper body?

Seize the body?

"Good, now we can talk properly!"

Passerby A said.

The sound is still the original sound.

However, Nie Wushuang knew who was talking to him.

He looked at a panel on one side.

The data in the damage column has not changed, it is still one.

This method is good.

only……

"The assessment begins!"

"One hundred and eight ways of boxing, fight from beginning to end."

Passerby A said.

Nie Wushuang nodded, took a deep breath, and opened his fist frame.

When you reach the state of Dzogchen, you already have the intention of fisting. Every time you punch, the blood in your whole body boils, and a red light flashes on the fist, as if a golden crow is flapping its wings and flying, punching one after another, tossing and turning, there is Countless golden crows hovered above it.

If you switch to practicing the same style of fighting, the punching intention will become the fisting style.

The Golden Crow is no longer a mere shadow, but a powerful force that can kill people.

After half a stick of incense, Nie Wushuang closed his fist.

"good!"

Passers-by began to applaud.

The palms collided with each other, but no sound was made.

The two palms actually stuck together, and then the flesh and blood melted and fell to the floor, leaving only bones.

He frowned.

His brows were furrowed but couldn't be separated, and his face was so distorted that it was indescribable.

The skin and flesh were slipping off little by little, and the eyeballs were also falling down. It was as if the whole person had been dipped in concentrated sulfuric acid and then pulled out.

"Why!"

With a sigh, the figure of the gray-robed Taoist separated from the passerby.

The next moment, he appeared in another person.

The man turned to look at Nie Wushuang and said.

"Time is urgent. I can't stay in this state for long, so I won't do any more nonsense. Next..."

Before he finished speaking, purple fire suddenly emerged from the man's mouth.

In an instant, the whole body was set on fire, and the figure of the gray-robed Taoist was driven out of the burning body.

Then, the third person turned around and faced Nie Wushuang.

"If you can complete the Blood-nourishing Chapter of the Great Sun Golden Crow, you will be considered as passing the test and can enter my Great Sun Golden Crow Sect..."

A dagger flew from nowhere and shot into his mouth, passed out from the back of his neck, and disappeared into the void, unknown to where it went.

The third person, pawn!

The next moment, the gray-robed Taoist appeared on the fourth person.

"What should I do?"

Nie Wushuang couldn't help shouting.

He also said that time was urgent and that he would not talk nonsense.

As a result, three people died and there was no content whatsoever.

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