Corpse Jiu is a fourth-grade ascetic. He has been practicing martial arts since the Jiuyi Sect, so he knew that he should have the strength to transform into a god.
Mu Nan was only in the early stage of forming pills, and was two major realms away from him.
But he had made a sneak attack in a very ungrateful manner, and now he had a disagreement and wanted to take action first.
Mu Nan did not dare to neglect.
I was already prepared to run away.
"As the saying goes, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years. The dead thief is bald. When we meet again, I will definitely fill your head with beautiful hair! Haha, see you soon! Imperial!"
Mu Nan laughed wildly, and the Soul Gathering Coffin turned into a stream of light and flew away into the distance instantly.
The speed with which Han Yuechang turned the defensive weapon into a flying weapon can be described as being prepared for a rainy day.
Isn’t this the advantage that can be reflected at this moment?
Corpse doves can't even break through the defense of the soul-gathering coffin. There are countless ways to do it, so I can do whatever I want!
Mu Nan ran fast for half an hour and used up six pieces of the best spiritual stones.
After he released his consciousness and found that there was no abnormality around him, he slowed down.
He said to himself: "The dead thief is bald! Humph, what can you do to me?"
"The little thief asked, why did you just say we would meet again?"
Before he could take a breath, Corpse Dove's slightly teasing voice suddenly came to his ears.
"Damn it! How could it come so fast!"
Mu Nan did not dare to delay, and with a wave of his hand, he sneaked six top-quality spiritual stones into the groove.
He increased the speed of the soul-gathering coffin to the extreme and ran away for another half an hour.
Almost in a panic.
Let the scenes in your eyes change crazily.
Now is definitely not the time for gossip.
Shi Jiushi's life-threatening Sanskrit sound even caused the Yang Shen of Long Zhantian, a master in the transformation stage, to be blasted out of his body.
He is only in the Dan Formation realm, and he still relies on his spiritual consciousness.
Wouldn't it turn into six on the left and seven on the right with one blow?
How about a very six plus seven?
When the top-quality spiritual stone was replaced for the third time, Mu Nan felt a little distressed and cursed the corpse.
"You are a monk in vain. You talk about compassion, but your eyes are no bigger than the tip of a needle. Poison makes you bald, and baldness makes you poisonous. You are a thief of baldness!"
Corpse Dove was young, seemed to be playful, and had a mean look. He stretched out half of his bald head, shook it in front of the coffin board of the Soul Gathering Coffin, and said in a sly manner:
"The little thief said, we meet again!"
"The ghost is still here!" Mu Nan tried to control the soul-gathering coffin again, and said in a panic: "A powerful person in the transformation stage, but his methods are so despicable."
"when!"
There was a crisp sound.
Corpse Jiushi took the demon-subduing pestle and gently tapped it on the soul-gathering coffin:
"Little thief! Do you have a way to grow hair?"
Mu Nan looked helpless and replied: "Use Rejoice for polishing and waxing!"
After saying that, the spiritual power rolled and poured into the soul-gathering coffin.
Escape in embarrassment.
"when!"
Another crisp sound.
Corpse Jiushi sat carelessly on the soul-gathering coffin, with his bald head lowered and looking at the coffin lid:
"The little thief said, but it can be polished and waxed? What is Rejoice?"
Mu Nan's face turned pale.
It seems that the gall is crushed and used to apply on the face: "Are you annoyed? You are a monk! You are still rejoicing, and it has been useless to moisturize your hair for a hundred years!"
Corpse Dove didn't even take it seriously. He regarded the soul-gathering coffin as a wooden fish and struck the soul-gathering coffin with the demon pestle:
"The little thief asked, where is the poor monk's full head of hair?"
"Why!"
Mu Nan made the Soul Gathering Coffin stop.
If you can't escape, just don't escape.
Flying at full speed for an hour continuously, it would normally take some time for Corpse Dove to chase it.
What's more, he made a special turn on the mountain road along the way!
But it’s not difficult to tell from Shi Jiushi’s actions that he has been flying with him!
Moreover, it seems extremely comfortable.
Even a few curses could be heard clearly.
This feeling is like Huang Bo stealing bread and being chased and beaten by eDonkey!
Extreme grievance.
"Is this interesting to you? Bullying me to the level of Dan Formation?"
"Interesting! So interesting! I haven't seen such an interesting thing for a long time! It's more interesting than a cat catching a mouse!"
"Is it more interesting than taking a bath with the Widow Wang next door?"
"That's not as good as that! Humph... the little thief said, it's so nasty!"
"Bah!" Mu Nan raised the soul-gathering coffin and cursed: "You are a despicable, shameless and despicable bastard! You peeked at the widow bathing, forced her to become a prostitute, you have lost your conscience..."
Corpse Dove blushed, stepped back more than a dozen feet and sat upright in the air, interrupting:
"The little thief said, are you angry with shame? Are you not afraid of falling into tongue-pulling hell after your death by insulting a poor monk like this?"
"The tongue-pulling hell will pluck out your tongue first, so that you don't talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality, but are full of male thieves and female prostitutes!"
Mu Nan cursed and scanned the surroundings with his consciousness through the soul-gathering coffin.
I couldn't help but feel breathless.
Except for the six more fiery red copper pillars around it, the other scenery has not changed at all.
In other words, he spent this entire hour spinning around the six copper pillars.
No wonder Corpse Pigeon looks like a slut who takes a lot of time, and is clearly looking at the joke of a stupid donkey!
Mu Nan took a long breath, resisted the urge to send him a basketful of blessings, and asked:
"Tie Bald, have I fallen under your spell of fascination?"
Corpse Jiu nodded hypocritically, showing a false appreciation:
"The little thief is quite smart. The Bronze Pillar Prison Town borrows the power of the sixth hell of Buddhism, the Bronze Pillar Hell, to set up a killing circle. No matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to escape. Don't say that you are an ant in the Xiaojie Dan stage. Even if we are in the stage of transforming into gods, we will still surrender and be killed."
"You bald bastard, why are you so dirty and dirty!"
Mu Nan said, with a hint of pain on his face.
The strange clock that was thought to be nothing more than a dead dove was broken, leaving only the evil means of calling for life, such as the Sanskrit sound.
Traditionally, sonic attacks have a distance limit, so you can defeat the enemy by running away and staying far away.
Unexpectedly, he actually has such suppressive techniques.
"Amitabha!" Corpse Jiushi looked at him with a smile: "The little thief is right! Black cats and white cats, don't you think that a cat that catches mice is a good cat?"
Mu Nan did not dare to walk out of the soul-gathering coffin rashly, and whispered through the coffin:
"Speaking of which, there is no enmity between you and me, so why bother pushing each other so hard? Besides, I have informed my master, Fairy Shuyun, that she will definitely arrive at any time, and I won't be the one to escape then! Why don't we take advantage of the moment and shoot two of us together? Nothing happened in Sandang, wouldn’t it be wonderful?”
As he spoke, he emphasized in an extremely sincere tone: "I don't hold grudges!"
"Haha!" Corpse Jiushi laughed extremely wildly, as if he had heard a big joke.
"The appearance of the Copper Pillar Hell is like the projection of the Bronze Pillar Hell in the mortal world. Can you ask for help from the hell? You will be punished for deceiving Buddhism!"
"Bald thief!" Mu Nan's lie was exposed on the spot, and he breathed in air-conditioning, but still pretended to be calm:
"So what? Whether my master is here or not, can you break through the defense of my weapon? Since you have no means to defeat the enemy, why not raise a glass to the bright moon? Speaking of which, I have two bottles of good wine..."
"Little thief!" Xie Jiushi interrupted him: "The poor monk has received the three great precepts and does not drink alcohol!"
"You even peek at people taking a bath, why do you still care about drinking some wine?" Mu Nan said disdainfully: "Wine and meat passed through the intestines, but the Buddha stayed in his heart."
Corpse Dove Sitting upright, sang the Buddhist words and said: "If people in the world imitate me, it will be like falling into the devil's path!"
"Aren't you the same as Dodge, who has already fallen into the devil?" Mu Nan chuckled: "Why don't you return to secular life? I'll help you put on the whole hood and make do with it first!"
Shijiu Shi seemed to have had enough fun and said solemnly: "Look at these six copper pillars!"
Mu Nan followed his words and looked around.
The copper pillars were all red.
The relief depicts the little ghosts stripping off their clothes and letting them hug the copper pillars naked.
Burn a charcoal fire in the tube and fan the cattail leaf fan constantly.
The moment each soul came into contact with the copper pillar, its skin and flesh were torn apart and burned with smoke.
The pained expression came to life.
Shi Jiushi continued: "So what if you have a defensive weapon? The poor monk will suppress you under the copper pillar hell for the rest of your life, so that you can reflect on your mistakes and endure the pain of boundless darkness."
"Didn't you just say it well? Why did you fall out so quickly? Bald thief, you are a sour-faced dog, right?"
Mu Nan took advantage of the gap between words to have his mind racing at high speed.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, only to be denied by himself one by one.
The realm is too different.
With the current level of cultivation, there is nothing that can be used better than Jiuwen Cangsheng.
But apart from the first question about how long the sky is, the second question about the poles of the earth, and the third question about the geometry of life, there has been no progress in recent times.
What makes him even more helpless is that of these three moves, his spiritual power can only support him to use the second move.
The spiritual power consumed by the third move cannot be sustained!
Using force to produce geometry is not as powerful as the soaring thunder.
Even if the corpse dove stood still and let him chop it, he might not be able to accomplish anything.
