Mu Nan's abrupt voice came over, and he stopped more than ten feet away from Tucheng and the other three.
His eyes glanced at the blood dragon on Tucheng's back.
Xiao Zhuzi dodged a few times and came to Tucheng's right side, looking at the two ascetics with cold eyes.
"Brother Mu Nan! Thank you Buddha!" Tu Cheng sighed excitedly, and then asked: "How did you end up in Beiliu Qingzhou?"
"Beiliu?"
Mu Nan was startled.
After leaving the river basin, we arrived at Beiliu Qingzhou, where Beiliu Zen Monastery belongs.
So far away.
Looking at Tu Cheng's desolation again, he couldn't help but tease: "Brother Tu, did you agree to protect me when we get to Beiliu?"
"Hey, I'm afraid I can't cover it anymore!" Tu Cheng pursed his lips with a bitter look on his face: "Beiliu Chanyuan..."
"Hmph, are you going to die with Tucheng?"
An ascetic monk interrupted the conversation between the two of them.
"Brother Tu, do you remember the red dragon in Jiuzhen City?"
Mu Nan saw that the two ascetics in front and behind looked unhappy and spoke.
"Ten breaths!" Tu Cheng knew what he meant.
Mu Nan was only in the Alchemy Realm, and he could only break through the fourth-grade ascetic realm.
The two ascetics, one in front and one behind, have been in the fourth level for a long time, and are almost on par with the realm of transformation.
Under such circumstances, Mu Nan rashly joined the battle, and ordinary methods were of no avail.
But if the two ascetics stand still, the outcome will be reversed immediately.
Moreover, he and Mu Nan had a tacit cooperation in the Mirage Killing Tower.
Tucheng couldn't help but sigh again: "Amitabha, Buddha is compassionate."
"Fellow Taoist, are you here to save me?"
The ascetic monk raised the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "In this kind of battle, what's the difference between you and an ant?"
"Roar!"
Seeing that he despised Mu Nan, Xiao Zhuzi felt a little reluctant. He roared angrily, lowered his body, and prepared to attack.
"You evil beast, it's just a demon pill, but you dare to do something wrong!"
The disdain shown by the ascetic monk completely angered Xiao Zhuzi.
The little bamboo twisted its body left and right, its sharp claws clawing at the ground, its teeth shining coldly.
The silver-white demonic energy blasted the snow under his feet to all directions.
"Most villains die from talking too much!"
Mu Nan smiled and raised his eyebrows at Tu Cheng.
Tu Cheng understood and his momentum rose a bit:
"Hmph, you are a small-time person, but you dare to do the same thing! The mighty heavenly dragon, the blood dragon comes to the world! Prajna Parmakong!"
The blood dragon soared into the air from his shoulders.
Baizhang kills the Buddha, his eyes wide open with anger, and he sits on the clouds.
The two ascetics secretly said, "It's not good." The Buddhist Vajra Seal was formed in a hurry.
But it was too late.
As soon as the figure flashed out, it stopped halfway.
It looks like a statue, but much more lifelike.
Without any hesitation, Mu Nan took out the measuring ruler and gave it a sharp blow: "Ask me, how long is the sky?"
A ray of light flashed from the measuring ruler and disappeared into the ascetic behind Tucheng.
Xiao Zhuzi could no longer hold himself back.
Seize the opportunity in the moment of ascetic concentration.
Jumping on the spot, his body split into two.
They all quickly rushed towards the ascetic monk in front of Tucheng with their phantoms.
gathered together in front of him.
Drill in from the chest and out from the back.
It seemed like it was just a waste of time!
The ascetic has no pain, no pain, no itching.
Mu Nan thought that Xiaozhuzi's spell failed and he had the Thunderbolt in his hand, so he wanted to hit him again.
He was unable to deliver a second blow.
The only option is to strike with thunder from the sky, injure the ascetic, and then plot something else.
The thunder to the sky has not yet been sent out.
Taking a closer look, the little bamboo actually bit the ascetic's soul in its mouth.
It was dragged to the ground and torn into pieces.
The sound of chewing spread far across the snow and was extremely permeable.
"Too cruel!" Mu Nan frowned and smacked his mouth: "Ferocious beast! Ancient ferocious beast!"
Ten breaths are here!
The golden light of the ascetic behind Tucheng flashed, and his body was split into two, with an unbelievable "half face".
The ascetic monk in front of Tucheng had a dull face and dull eyes, sitting slumped on the ground.
It is almost equal to the death of soul and spirit.
Tucheng sat cross-legged and said the Buddha's words: "Amitabha!"
"I didn't faint this time!" Mu Nan teased, "Is there no reason to pretend to be dead?"
Tu Cheng chuckled and said, "I am already a fourth-grade ascetic, so the Buddha's power is naturally different from what it used to be."
"Brother Nan, you have the aura of a devil!"
Xiao Zhuzi licked his mouth, smacked the taste, and jumped to Mu Nan's side.
"Demon?" Mu Nan asked doubtfully, "Is it that statue?"
"Is this... your cuckold? Has it gotten bigger?" Tu Cheng looked at Xiao Zhuzi in confusion and asked.
Mu Nan: "...Let's talk about Beiliu Zen Monastery."
Three days ago, thunder shook the sky.
Beiliu Chanyuan was suddenly covered by the soul-suppressing bell ranked tenth on the Immortal Weapon List.
A bell rings.
The sound roared.
Almost everyone in Beiliu Chanyuan could not resist the shock of the soul.
The abbot was the first to react.
Using great magic power to stabilize Beiliu Chanyuan, Daluo Buddha stood with his hands on the sky and the ground, trying to open the Soul-Calming Bell.
Unexpectedly, the abbot Huijue actually used the fairy weapon to suppress the demon tower to sneak attack from behind.
The abbot was seriously injured on the spot.
The abbot glanced at Huijue in disbelief.
He then felt relieved.
For thousands of years, Daoqi has penetrated Beiliu Zen Temple into a back garden.
Even Hui Jue, who was usually submissive, became an informant of the Blood Demon Sect.
"Beiliu Chanyuan treats you well!"
"But I want to be the abbot!"
Huijue's reason is simple and direct.
The abbot smiled bitterly and waved his cassock, wrapping Huijue so that he could not move.
Then he gathered all his cultivation into one finger, and combined it with the Buddha's Wrath Vajra Prong, the Buddhist weapon in the courtyard, to destroy the soul-suppressing bell with one blow.
"Beiliu is immortal!"
With both his soul and soul extinguished, the abbot left a glimmer of hope for Beiliu Chanyuan.
When the disciples saw this, they rose up to resist. Unexpectedly, there were also many traitors planted by the Blood Demon Sect.
For a while, screams could not be heard.
Tu Cheng killed the two rebels and knew that the situation was over. Under the cover of two "loyal" Buddhist disciples, he fled.
Unexpectedly, the two ascetics were also members of the Blood Demon Sect.
Take him out alone just to get the reward.
"I fought three thousand six hundred rounds with two Buddhist rebels. When I was about to win, I ran into the Mu Nan brothers."
Tu Cheng's narrative tone was bland, as if he was not talking about Beiliu Chanyuan.
But something as innocuous as "What did you eat today?"
Only the last sentence, the tone rises and falls.
It was obvious that he was too excited when telling lies.
"Brother Tu, you have changed!" Mu Nan was a little more emotional than him.
Whether it is the abbot's righteousness or the abbot's cunning, it makes people sigh.
The disaster that Beiliu Zen Monastery suffered cannot be described in just a few words.
The shadow behind is still the Spring God Sect.
Especially that weird statue.
The appearance of Zhao Sihai's Demon Suppressing Tower on Huijue of Beiliu Chanyuan has explained everything.
"You, a monk, are so heartless and unrighteous."
In the case of small bamboo, it seems much more straightforward.
"Amitabha!" Tu Cheng was neither happy nor sad: "The catastrophe of the Zen monastery is inevitable and is a test of the Buddha. Why should I be sad?"
Mu Nan sighed and retorted: "If the Buddha loses his compassion, why would you practice Buddhahood?"
Tu Cheng seemed to have some realization.
The sadness that had been suppressed for a long time came to my heart.
She started to cry silently, then covered her face with sobs, and finally burst into tears.
The mountains and rivers weeping are sorrowful for a long time.
Xiao Zhuzi leaned towards Mu Nan, nestled against his legs, and whispered:
"Brother Nan, have you stung a hornet's nest?"
Mu Nan said helplessly: "It might be better if you cry."
He didn't expect that just one word of empathy would make Tu Cheng burst into tears, almost to the point of grief.
If I had known this, why bother talking.
"Do you want to persuade him?"
"How to persuade?"
"Brother Nan, if you can make him cry, you should persuade him to be better."
"It makes sense!" Mu Nan pondered for a moment and said to Tu Cheng: "People cannot be resurrected after death. I am sorry."
Tu Cheng was stunned.
Then he cried so hard that tears of blood flowed freely.
Xiao Zhuzi sighed: "It won't be a problem if this continues."
Mu Nan continued: "Things are unpredictable!"
Fortunately, Tucheng cried until midnight and fainted.
Stopped the sadness of the wilderness.
Otherwise, Mu Nan might die of guilt.
"Come on, just wake up!"
"Which direction?"
"It's a problem."
Mu Nan looked around, grabbed Tucheng, took out the jade futon, and swept it away in a random direction.
The little bamboo picked up the purple gold bowl and followed closely.
After flying for an hour, I found a snow cave and got into it.
When he turned around, he saw the appearance of Xiao Zhuzi and said teasingly: "When Tucheng wakes up, bring me the purple gold bowl."
"What do you want this for?" Xiao Zhuzi said slurringly, holding the purple gold bowl in his mouth.
Mu Nan said meaningfully: "Do it with your dignity."
"Pooh!"
Xiao Zhuzi shook his head and threw the purple golden bowl a few feet away: "I am Chaotian Huan."
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