He sneered at Zhou Qiankun: "Dirty guy, do you think you can defeat me with this despicable method? You underestimate me too much."
Master Mingwu recited the mantra, his magic power surged, and his body radiated a solemn Buddha light.
Zhou Qiankun's eyes narrowed slightly, feeling the powerful aura on Master Mingwu's body, and he couldn't help but feel frightened secretly.
Master Mingwu suddenly took a step forward, his figure was like lightning, and as his Zen staff danced, it brought with it the force of wind and thunder, and headed straight towards Zhou Qiankun.
Zhou Qiankun did not retreat but advanced instead. The black halberd in his hand stabbed Master Mingwu's chest, and the two were instantly intertwined.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, deafening.
Master Mingwu's body was shaken and he was knocked back a few steps.
Blood flowed from the corners of Master Mingwu's mouth, and there was a bright red wound on his chest.
Zhou Qiankun was safe and sound. It was obvious that the blow did not hit him.
After he put on the goggles, although his spiritual awareness was also limited, his eyesight had already been far superior to that of his fellow monks after practicing archery with Old Ghost for two years.
Coupled with the effect of the goggles, even without spiritual thoughts at this moment, he can still grasp the overall situation, and no details of Mage Mingwu can escape his eyes.
After losing his spiritual mind, Master Mingwu felt aggrieved.
Although his Dharma is powerful, it cannot hit anyone at all.
Zhou Qiankun's speed was so fast that the naked eye could not react.
This feeling of being powerless makes people vomit blood, and they can only be suppressed and beaten.
This evil cultivator is so despicable and shameless that he even resorted to such despicable methods.
Zhou Qiankun had the upper hand, but he didn't want to cause mishaps, so he played steadily and launched a fierce attack on Master Mingwu.
Zhou Qiankun's attacks continued like a storm, and Master Mingwu was unable to resist them for a while.
Every punch and kick is as solid as steel, and every move carries the power of destruction.
Master Mingwu had to endure severe pain and resist Zhou Qiankun's attack with all his strength.
Although Master Mingwu was seriously injured, his Buddhist practice was extraordinary.
With compassion, he turned physical pain and suffering into strength, and gradually entered a transcendent realm.
His eyes became deep and bright, and the Buddha's light flickered.
"Xie Cultivator, do you think you can defeat me easily? My Buddha protects me, how can you defeat me with such despicable means?"
Master Mingwu’s voice spread throughout the battlefield, as melodious as the sound of Buddha.
Zhou Qiankun's offensive stalled slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a strong sense of oppression.
The Buddha's light emanating from Master Mingwu's body made him feel an invisible restraint.
"Buddhist suppression!"
Master Mingwu recited the mantra, and a huge Buddha statue appeared out of thin air and pressed towards Zhou Qiankun.
Zhou Qiankun's movement was rapid, circling around Master Mingwu.
Master Mingwu's giant Buddha's shadow looked left and right, but he couldn't locate his traces.
His spiritual thoughts were restricted, and at this moment he could only use Master Mingwu's eyes to guide the Buddha's shadow to attack.
But how could his eyes keep up with Zhou Qiankun's speed?
The Buddha's shadow sometimes moves forward, sometimes backward, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.
He behaves strangely and looks very funny.
Zhou Qiankun took advantage of Master Mingwu's distraction and suddenly appeared behind him.
After punching him in the head, Master Mingwu felt dizzy and could no longer maintain the image of Buddha.
The Buddha's shadow disappeared, and Zhou Qiankun took the opportunity to punch and kick him, causing Master Mingwu to run away with his head in his arms.
Master Mingwu felt so aggrieved that he could no longer care about maintaining the image of the Buddhist family and started to curse.
"Ah! I'm so angry. Damn evil cultivators. If you have the ability to fight fairly, what kind of hero can you be if you do this?"
At this moment, Mage Mingwu really broke through the defense, and he also broke through the big defense.
He responded with a punch. Master Mingwu's eyes were punched into panda eyes, and he coughed up blood at the corners of his mouth. He was extremely embarrassed.
"Bald Donkey, have you been beaten stupid? I am an evil cultivator, so naturally I am not a hero."
Zhou Qiankun's words made Master Mingwu so angry that his eyes turned black and he almost fainted.
After the random punches, Master Mingwu couldn't bear the humiliation and committed suicide on the spot.
A blood talisman flew out, and a voice of extreme resentment came from it.
"Evil Cultivator, I will fight you until death. Next time, the poor monk will crush you to ashes and send you to the eighteenth level of hell!"
Seeing the dignified Buddhist monk being beaten like this by him, Zhou Qiankun coughed, it seemed that he was indeed a bit too bullying.
However, beating him up was really fun!
You should avoid him next time, after all, no one knows what kind of fighting power a rampaging monk will unleash.
Moreover, I believe he will not fall for the same trick again.
Zhou Qiankun picked up the space ring of Master Mingwu, and Mingjing Shui was found in it.
It looks like one cubic meter, which is quite a lot.
"Mingjing Water, I heard it is something that can improve my qualifications, but I don't know if it can rejuvenate my spiritual roots."
After muttering, Zhou Qiankun no longer cared.
The spiritual energy of his spiritual roots was seriously lost, and in Dachu, I had never heard of anyone whose spiritual roots were damaged and then repaired.
Now that he is an immortal body, spiritual roots are not that important.
Then he looked up at the Minghui Fruit on the cliff.
This thing will be of great benefit to him in the future of the Divine Palace, so he must prepare a lot.
Zhou Qiankun jumped onto the cliff and picked the Minghui Fruit.
Taking off a small branch, Zhou Qiankun planned to try to see if Shenxi Cemetery had the ability to make the branch take root.
After leaving the cliff, Zhou Qiankun looked at the time and realized it was time to go back.
Another blood talisman flew out, and this time everyone couldn't sit still at all.
Waiting eagerly, I kept telling myself that this person was not Master Mingwu, but some other hero.
If even Master Mingwu was defeated, they couldn't believe that there was anyone else in the Tianling Mountains who could check and balance that evil cultivator.
Perhaps only Chu Liuli, who is a man and a car, can stabilize Xie Xiu.
The appearance of Master Mingwu completely defeated everyone's luck.
Buddha's face was even more ugly, this scene was a slap in the face.
Just now he was confident that Master Mingwu would suppress evil cultivators, but in the blink of an eye Master Mingwu was beheaded.
This slap caused great pain to their faces.
Knowing that the Buddha's mind was unstable, he cursed and cursed like a street woman, which made everyone extremely curious.
What has this person experienced?
His temperament changed drastically.
"Mingwu, you are confused."
A word from a Buddhist monk was like water dripping into my heart, washing away the resentment in Mingwu's heart.
He woke with a start and became solemn.
"What the elders teach is that the disciples are not practicing enough."
"He was also killed by that evil cultivator?"
Every time Mingwu thinks about it, he feels very angry.
"Yes, elder, but that little thief is really despicable and shameless. If he hadn't used the delusion-breaking stone powder to blind his mind, the disciple would not have been defeated."
Ming Wu's words made everyone sigh in relief. Although this person was strong, he was also strong to the limit.
However, today was enough to shock Dachu.
In one day, five heroes were beheaded by the same man, unprecedented and unprecedented.
In the Tianling Mountains, Xiao Chengfeng gently put away the cold leaf grass in his hand.
With a solemn expression, he looked at the black-robed masked man in front of him.
This person actually gave him a strong sense of oppression, and he was an unprecedented enemy.
He took a deep breath and his eyes drifted unconsciously to the Liushuang Valley in the east.
If he remembered correctly, the Glazed Fairy was currently competing for the Yin-Yang Wuji Fruit in Liushuang Valley.
As if he had discovered Xiao Chengfeng's intention, Wang Ling just stepped out lightly and blocked the east side.
Xiao Chengfeng's eyes were slightly lowered, looking a little downcast.
"It seems that today's battle must be fought."
A worried voice came out of his mouth, and immediately, his whole body exuded a unique Taoist charm, as if he was integrated with everything in the mountains and rivers.
Taoism is natural, and he has already displayed his unique Taoist skills.
In an instant, a huge Bagua Tai Chi diagram covered a land thousands of feet in radius.
Wind, thunder, fire, water, sky, earth, mountains, and lakes evolve into a realm, forming an unparalleled battle realm.
Wang Ling moved, stepped down, and fell into the wind world. The strong wind roared like thousands of knives, cutting everything away.
Wang Ling looked at the murderous intent in the wind world with an indifferent expression, like a great demon in troubled times, looking down upon the world.
He raised his hand and slapped a bloody palm towards the fierce wind in the sky.
The bloody palm collided with the strong wind, making a deafening sound.
In an instant, the wind power in the wind world was swallowed up by the blood palm and turned into silence.
Xiao Chengfeng's expression changed slightly. He did not expect that the other party had such a powerful force and could easily neutralize his attack.
"Xiao Chengfeng, you shouldn't have only this ability."
