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Jiuligang, Hu Mansion.
The cold evil spirit has dissipated, and the peaceful Buddha's light has also disappeared, but the air is no longer as cold as a winter night, but there is a warm wind blowing, which makes people's minds clear and seems to forget all the distracting thoughts of the world.
Shaolin inheritance! One hundred and eight unique skills!
This is somewhat shocking. More than 5,400 years ago, Buddhism was first established and Shaolin opened a temple with only eighteen unique skills. A thousand years later, thirty-six, another thousand years, forty-nine, and now, more than 5,400 years have passed. There are already a total of one hundred and eight.
Shaolin's 108 unique skills are powerful all over the world. Buddhism has spread to all countries in the world. Martial arts has now reached a peak, and those who can be included in Shaolin's 108 unique skills are at least First-class martial arts, many of which are top-notch martial arts, point directly to the avenue of the soul, and even involve the supreme realm of destiny.
"Is this the demon clan?"
At this time, several Jianghu people saw that in the ravine of the palm print, a middle-aged man with twisted muscles and angry eyes, wearing a bun, looked no different from an ordinary human being if it were not for the cold evil aura. The only difference was that he was coughing up blood. The blood was dark black and had a gray-blue chill.
"The little bald donkey from Shaolin, the bamboo stick, mango shoes, wine gourd, the powerful Vajra palm of the universe, what a drunken monk, little monk Mingjue! I hid from you for three hundred miles, but I still caught up with you."
The middle-aged man from the demon clan gritted his teeth, and soon showed a ferocious smile. He coughed up blood and was seriously injured, but he didn't care. He said: "I, the saints of the demon clan, will return eventually. Shaolin bald donkeys, you will become The first target to be purged, the Buddhists in this world, all deserve to die!"
The young monk was slightly drunk and didn't take it seriously. Instead, his eyes were bright and he muttered: "The old monk doesn't want the young monk to drink. Doesn't the Buddha want to eat or take a bath? Why don't you return to secular life and drink with the young monk?"
There was something strange in Su Qinian's eyes. This young Shaolin monk was really timid. Even the Buddha dared to joke that with such a disciple, the master would probably not be able to live in peace for a day.
The old man of the Hu family didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As for the few Jianghu people, they also looked strange and slandered. Are these Shaolin disciples?
Seemingly aware that something was wrong in the atmosphere, the young monk coughed twice, his eyes narrowed, and he looked a bit solemn. Su Qinian could not help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
"A demon soldier can speak arrogantly, so he should go to the Buddha's treasure gourd to repent."
The young monk reprimanded. He took off the bright yellow wine gourd with one hand and pointed it at the mouth of the gourd. The demon man's expression suddenly changed. However, immediately after, an irresistible force imprisoned him completely. .
Su Qinian looked surprised. The scene in front of him was beyond his imagination. This demon man seemed to be pulled and suspended by an invisible force. You could see his struggling and twisted and ferocious face.
puff!
His clothes were torn, and in an instant, the demon man's body began to change. His arms turned into slender fish-like fins, and his legs came together to form a ten-foot-long jet-black fish tail, covered with black and shiny scales, like molten iron. Cast.
"A fish turned into a demon?"
Mao Jiu's eyes widened, and the eyes of several Jianghu people also widened. For little people like them, they had never seen even monsters a few times, let alone real monsters.
"It's not a fish! It's the Kunyu clan among the demon clan!"
The young man in black robe said solemnly, his eyes flickering, it turns out that's the case, no wonder this demon has such cold Qi.
"This race seems to have been mentioned in the "Demon Scripture"." Su Qinian also frowned, his mental power was running, and the forty-nine volumes of "Demon Scripture" he had read in the past were vividly in his mind, "The Kunyu clan is The bloodline descendants of the demon emperor Kunpeng have produced many powerful demon kings over the past five thousand years, and they can be regarded as the top demon clan."
When he thought of this, Su Qinian was a little surprised. The Kunyu clan has produced strong men in large numbers in the past, but its members are few and far between. Once they reach adulthood, even if they don't have internal skills and mental skills, they can even combine with the world on their own, open up the Dantian, and nurture the inner family's true energy, but this demon In his opinion, there are some misnomers.
Looking at the young monk again, Su Qinian had some guesses. It was probably not that the Kunyu clan demon soldiers were not strong, but that they had been injured before, so they needed to use the so-called Tianyin Qi of the Hu family boy to repair the wounds. body, and use this to make breakthroughs and make further progress.
From this point of view, he took advantage. Otherwise, if this demon was in its heyday, even if he understood the true meaning of the Seeking Yang Finger, he might not be able to achieve success with one blow.
A Kun fish can be one to five feet long, with a long beard like two steel whips, a wide mouth with sharp teeth, but now it looks a little embarrassed, with dark blood gurgling out of its mouth.
"receive!"
If the little monk scolded him again, the Kun fish would become smaller and smaller. In a moment, it was only as big as a palm. After half a breath, it was only as big as a peanut, and it was about to be absorbed by the wine gourd.
"Drinking in the cold wind will make your soul carefree. It's really the most carefree thing for Kun Yu! How about leaving it to me, little monk?"
Without any warning, there was a sound, and at the same time, a dark purple sword light was bright, like a swimming snake, flickering in the void. The peanut-sized kun fish was pierced and disappeared immediately.
"The little monk snatches the food from his mouth, and the Buddha delivers your grandma!"
The little monk Mingjue looked at the empty wine gourd and became furious. The blush on his face disappeared instantly, and his eyes opened, like an eternal green lamp lit on the Lingshan Mountain. The next moment, everyone's eyes were blurred, and the little monk The monk then disappeared.
Boom!
There seemed to be thunder rolling, flying sand and rocks, and the entire Hu Mansion seemed to be caught in the center of the storm. Su Qinian stood on his heels and released his mental strength, but he quickly retracted to the space three feet around his body, because at this moment there were two balls of hot blood outside. It seemed like two boiling furnaces were swaying in the void. The scorching heat could almost melt gold into iron. Even if his mental power entered the second level of "****" and was more condensed than before, he still couldn't get close.
You can only rely on your eyesight!
Focusing his mental energy on his eyes, Su Qinian could barely see through the wind and sand in front of him, and saw on the roof not far away, the young monk's moon-white monk's robes were fluttering, and his treasures were solemn under the moonlight. He looked like an enlightened monk, with a layer of skin floating on his body. A touch of golden light.
At this moment, he raised his palm, and his knuckles became crystal clear. He held up the sky with one palm, as if all the heaven and earth were in his hands. His palm became a whirlpool, and the surrounding air collapsed into it at a rapid speed, and then he palmed forward. Press.
In the moonlight, on the roof, the little monk's palm seemed to wrap around the whole world and press it down. Such power made Su Qinian excited. If the battle between Jinguang Zhenren and Qingyang Sword was like a conquest of gods, then the confrontation in front of him was In the pinnacle battle of the human world, although Su Qinian still felt insignificant, he could already see some reality clearly, and this shock penetrated his soul even more.
At this time, on the ridge opposite the young monk, a scholar with soft eyebrows, a yellow complexion, and a sickly look was sitting astride him. He held a dark purple four-foot long sword in one hand, and a purple-black sword in the other. The gourd, with a flick of his thumb, the mouth of the gourd opened, and the Kun fish fell into it. He shook it twice, with a face filled with joy, and shook his head and said: "Young monk wants to thank me. I keep the rules and precepts in my heart. It is not as sinful as drinking alcohol and eating meat." I bear all the poverty alone."
Groan!
As he spoke, the sword in the scholar's hand vibrated like thunder across the sky. The sword's light was like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, illuminating the prosperity of the world in an instant.
There was a loud noise, accompanied by a burst of blazing light. Su Qinian could no longer see it. He could only feel the collision of two terrifying qi, the sharp edges of the sword intertwined, the Sanskrit chants, and the shadow of the golden Buddha.
When the wind and sand settled, the two of them were no longer seen. Only the sound of thunder rolling in the distance was heard from time to time. Even further away, there was no trace anymore.
The entire Jiuligang was alarmed. The villagers carefully opened the corner of the window. Some urchins rushed to peek out. Some saw nothing, while others were so excited after a glimpse that they stretched out their hands and gestured, as if they were like the wind. The figure leaping in mid-air is himself.
Hu Mansion.
Mao Jiu and other Jianghu guests left quickly. They were so ashamed that they looked at each other before leaving and decided to keep all the experiences they had experienced today in their stomachs and not tell anyone.
The young man in black robe returned to being cold and arrogant, but before leaving, he took a deep look at Su Qinian, hesitated to speak, and finally chose to leave alone. (I got off work late, and even later. Please forgive me. It will definitely be normal on weekends. Please support me by recommending votes and collecting it as a new book friend.)
