Void Transformation

Just as Xiaofeng was thinking about it, the two masters above the house had already fought each other. With the sound of a shock, the two of them suddenly separated and landed on both ends of the roof.

And when the old monk spoke, he lost the amiable expression he had before, and even his words were like the breath of his whole body, as if he had changed:

"Old witch, Lao Na is sure to win this son. If you don't realize it anymore, you can't blame Lao Na for destroying flowers."

The words of the old witch blessing Internal Energy resounded in all directions, which made people hear very clearly. But this time, the mysterious woman was not as angry as she was just before hearing the words. Instead, she looked at each other coldly, her whole body was chilly, although she didn't speak, she was killing her.

Under the night, the two fought on a high place again. Xiaofengzhi can bless his eyes. Although he can penetrate the night, he can't see the expressions of the two. Even so far, he hasn't seen the appearance of this mysterious woman. But Xiaofeng knew very well that the skills of this mysterious woman and that of the old monk had reached the blue level, or even the half-step purple level.

And it was precisely because of this that he was engrossed in observing the battle between the two, and then he ignored the surroundings and behind him.

"How can you succeed?"

The mysterious woman uttered, but there were two cold lights flashing in her sleeves, and then there were two more things in her hand. Even though it was not clear what kind of weapon this object was under the dark night, it was definitely not a sword.

Seeing the weapon in the mysterious woman's hand appeared, the old monk's expression suddenly condensed, his hands folded on his chest, and then quickly turned over, seeming to be constantly changing his handprints. Seeing this, the black robe Xiaofeng in the distance felt helpless, because he had just noticed that someone was approaching behind him, but now the two of them are masters.

If this opportunity is missed, Luo Guhong and Liaoyuan are afraid that there will be more variables, but if he continues to concentrate on this opportunity, then if the people behind him are hostile to him, he will definitely miss the opportunity.

"Amitābha..."

At this moment, the old monk announced the Buddha's name again. However, when the Buddha's name was announced, the golden light behind him condensed in an instant. This time, it was not a surprise, but it was condensed and not scattered. After the three breaths, Xiao Feng looked from a distance, but vaguely saw a three-person high Buddha statue flickering and flickering. I don't know if he can see it under his own consciousness or his martial arts seriously.

The mysterious woman saw the Buddha statue manifesting behind the old monk, but a suspicious color flashed in her eyes, and the final word in her heart was "This is not Vajra's not bad power". At the same time, his figure suddenly jumped up. Between the intersection of the blades in his hands, two completely different auras suddenly converged from left to right, forming an Internal Energy vortex.

"Hey.."

Upon seeing this, Xiaofeng immediately made a decisive decision, no longer worrying about what the people behind him wanted, and immediately turned his mind, the fire element remaining all over his body immediately gathered, and swarmed towards the battle between the two. After half a breath, the fire element has reached the edge of the Internal Energy aura created by the two's unique skills, entering the place where there is nowhere, and Xiaofeng also raised his right hand to volley towards the mysterious woman at this time.

"Flame Chain..."

Just when Xiaofeng began to sing to deepen his magical rotation, and the arrow was only one word "condensed" on the string to succeed, he suddenly felt tight behind him. Xiaofeng's heart immediately stunned, and he wanted to forcefully activate the magic, but at this moment, an anxious voice came from his ears:

"Senior, no!"

"Um?"

An abrupt shout, but it was not only Xiaofeng's attention that attracted the attention of the two masters who would perform tricks, and they all glanced in this direction after hearing this voice.

But in this moment, both of them saw the black robe Xiaofeng, the right hand raised far away. However, for them, no matter who it is, they feel that this hand is pointing at themselves. And no matter who it is, a sense of crisis is inexplicably produced in his heart, as if something irreparable will happen if the other party keeps pointing it on.

After Xiaofeng heard the words, the magic that had been prepared naturally lost the best time, and while withdrawing his hand, he avoided the eyes of the two masters. Instead, he turned around very naturally and looked at the man from behind, clinging to his own person, but he was not someone else, it was the fat monk who had gone before.

"Wow!!"

At this moment, a blast of breaking wind suddenly sounded. Before Xiaofeng asked the fat monk why he hugged himself suddenly, he immediately turned to look. However, he saw that the old monk repeated his old skills at this time, and it was another preemptive shot. It was only different from the Buddha mudra that had just been shot in the air. This time, what flew out was the phantom of the Buddha behind him.

At this moment, the old monk's aura surged all over, and the golden light stared behind him, as if at this moment he merged with the phantom of the Buddha image, all over his body with golden light. But one person soared up, followed by a similar image, rushing straight into the sky several meters, but still condensing two mysterious women with different vigor and slammed into it.

"boom!!"

A bang resounded above the sky, and the moment the internal Energy vortex that had not yet formed collided with the golden Buddha statue, it had once again turned into two energies, one left and the right wrapped towards the Buddha statue. It's just that these two energies are obviously not enough to succeed, and only half of the body is wrapped around the Buddha statue, and there is no more power to succeed.

At the same time as Qi Jin and Qi Jin meet, the old monk and the mysterious woman are also handed over at the same place. When the two contacted, a terrifying cyclone suddenly swept away in all directions, and the rubble on the house suddenly resembled a tidal wave. Take off. At this moment, the figures of the two even had a moment of illusion.

But fortunately, between the two of them, they were more than ten feet away from the roof of the house. Although most of the rubble on the house was lifted away, it did not hurt Luo Guhong’s relationship with him, nor did he hurt the person who was named. The thin, dry black man in black.

"Well.."

At this moment, two muffled hums rang out in the sky, and then the horror vortex dissipated. The two Daoist shadows in the center reappeared, but fell towards the sides of the roof one by one. The moment they landed, they directly smashed into the house, and because the two people landed too violently when they landed, they directly led Luo Guhong and the other three together.

"This... Junior Brother!"

The fat monk, who had been watching for a long time, was the first to react now when he saw it. He exclaimed in exclamation, but still did not let go of the wind. However, Xiaofeng saw it, but only the Dark Luck Consciousness was able to scan the house, and he realized that Luo Guhong had nothing to do with Li Yuan, and even Li Yuan was now out of trouble.

"Don't let me go and save people?"

"Ah... yes!"

The fat monk was taken aback when he heard the words, and hurriedly let go of Xiaofeng, and then went straight to the house without waiting for the latter to speak. Only after running a few steps, I heard another shock coming from the house in front, and then the two Daoist shadows broke out from the left and right walls respectively, each backed a few steps, and finally stood firm.

It's just that at this time, there is one more person in the hands of the two, or to say that there is one more person beside each other. The old monk's hand was Luo Guhong in red, but her eyes were dizzy at the moment, and she didn't know if it was caused by a severe blow or some hidden injury.

And the mysterious woman beside the spirit, what was pressed is naturally Fate, but instead of panic on her face, she seemed to be relieved. Such an expression fell into Xiaofeng's eyes, but immediately found something was wrong, and looked towards the fat monk.

But just after Xiaofeng asked about the knowledge and energy transmission, when the fat monk spoke, the words spoken were almost the same as the words of the mysterious woman. It was exactly:

"He/you are not from Shaolin!"

"Ami...cough cough..."

Hearing the sound, the old monk put his hands together and declared the Buddha's name, but he didn't finish a word, but he coughed slightly because of an internal injury. It's just that the look on his face has already returned to 70% to 80% of the previous appearance, and there is also a smile on his face that seems to have been settled.

On the side of the mysterious woman, her face was calm, but she didn't say anything excited. It seemed calm, but Xiaofeng could feel that the breath of the two was equal before the match, but after the match, the breath of the mysterious woman was obviously weaker.

Obviously she is already injured very much now, but she hasn't shown it. And because the two had different positions, Xiaofeng finally saw the woman's appearance, but he was taken aback.

I saw this mysterious woman wearing a purple dress with a slightly enchanting figure. She seemed to be in her early twenties, but she had silver hair. What made Xiaofeng stunned was not her appearance, but her appearance, because this woman looked a bit like a person.

And although she seemed to be focusing on the old monk at this moment, she was actually looking at this person, and there seemed to be a trace of worry in her eyes. Xiaofeng looked in his eyes, and his heart was even more tight, because the person she was looking at was Luo Guhong.

At this moment, Xiaofeng looked at the old monk, but saw that his eyes also did not fall on the mysterious woman, but paid more attention to the little monk beside her. Xiaofeng couldn't understand why at this time, it turned out that what the two of them wanted was not two at all, but had always been just one person.

At this moment, he also understood why both the fat monk and the fate were afraid of the old monk, but the old monk did not know the fat monk for a long time after meeting the fat monk. Since he is not from Shaolin, how can he get acquainted with the fat monk? And the fat monk is neither from Shaolin, why is the fat monk afraid of him?

There is only one possibility, that is, the fat monk has seen the old monk in the dark, and the fate is also present.

"Master, since you are not from Shaolin, why do you want to take this muddy water? What will Qilin do with the demon sect and with you?"

Feeling relieved, Xiao Feng spoke slowly, but at this moment he has no extra fire element to cast magic, and there is no remaining formation. Although in the eyes of the two masters, he may still have his hole cards yet to show, which is a threat, but only Xiaofeng knows that what he has left for the two is an unknown crisis.

"The Buddhism in the world is in the same vein. Lao Na is not from Shaolin, but from Buddhism and Taoism. Although he practiced differently, he also cut demons and demons in the same way."

Before the old monk spoke again, his voice was already very calm, and he didn't seem to have suffered internal injuries at all. However, Xiaofeng used his consciousness to detect it, but he found that although his breath had fallen by a Realm, it was relatively stable, as if using a special Cultivation Technique to completely suppress the injury.

In contrast, the mysterious woman's situation is much more difficult, because although she still has the breath of a blue-level top grade, she is very unstable, and her injuries may break out at any time. At this moment, Xiao Feng spoke again, but what he said made the old monk slightly surprised:

"What the master said is true. The eight schools are of the same origin. Although they are different, they are all Buddhists. I have seen King Dahuiming before, but I don't know which school the master comes from in the Pure Land of Faxiang?"

"Amitābha, the king said this to you, it doesn't matter... the old patriarch's patriarchal clan, please be the benefactor..."

At this point, the old monk suddenly turned around and cast his gaze on the black robe Xiaofeng who was dozens of steps away from him. Then he lightly swiped his right hand, and then the whole body condensed, and he said:

"Advice."

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