"Once you learn it, you learn it. If you don't hurry up and start working, Master Tao, I'm already hungry."
Only then did Zhang Qing see that in the city built of earth and stone in front of him, there was a dragon fighting with a Buddhist cultivator. The golden body of Buddhism and the body of a demon allowed their casual blows to crush the ten-foot-long city wall. into pieces.
Zhang Qing walked forward, taking only three or two steps, and the person had already appeared a thousand meters away. In a daze, neither Buddha Cultivator nor Jiaolong noticed that there was a figure blocking them.
"What a terrifying body skill..." Zhang Qing sighed secretly. He was very satisfied with his sixth natal magic.
A red flame burned in the palm of his hand, finally attracting the eyes of a Buddha and a dragon. Zhang Qing slowly raised his head and showed a gentle smile.
boom! ! !
The sky was lit by the red sun. A moment later, Zhang Qing appeared in front of the Taoist, dragging the huge dragon corpse.
"Senior, I'm afraid the dragon with eight blooms of golden lotus is not to your liking."
Before, the Taoist who had no expression no matter what Zhang Qing did was actually a little surprised at this moment, "Can you feel it?"
Zhang Qing did not answer. Before killing the dragon, he used one energy to transform the three pure beings, but it failed. There was a more terrifying secret in the dragon's body.
"In the Dragon Palace, there is a drop of old man Qinglong's blood. For all the dragons in the world, it is the top blood inheritance. Even if it has been diluted several times, that blood is still precious enough."
Zhang Qing guessed that the blood could be used by monks, but the Taoist naturally couldn't use the power to temper Shu Yan's body.
As he said that, the Taoist grabbed the bloody heart and patted it towards Zhang Qing's face. The speed was so slow that Zhang Qing could catch it, but I tried to avoid it at all costs.
The ruins and walls are all dilapidated ruins as far as the eye can see.
It was those who were crushed by the ruins, but those who were lucky enough to survive. We watched the movements of Taoist and Zhang Qing and quickly joined in.
"A monk's physical strength is inferior to that of a Buddhist cultivator, and inferior to that of a demon, so he uses various spells to make up for the gap. His soul and spirit are superior to those of the underworld and ghosts. He also uses spells to weaken his soul."
"There are no two small speeds in the world. They are called deep-sea dragons and four-day flying cranes."
"you……"
"Spells are the foundation for the Eighty-eight Heavenly Immortal Court's ability to rule for a long time."
That is a very common saying in the world of immortality. Immortality means immortality. The original purpose of cultivating monks is to achieve immortality...
"Hehe, you idiot is thinking far ahead, immortality..."
"Alan! Don't sleep, don't sleep. The young husband will be here soon. Mr. Xun's legs and feet are weak, and Hu'er will carry me over. Don't sleep, just hold on."
"Junior doesn't know what it is, so he just wanted to ask for advice."
But for Shu Yan, completely refining the dragon's heart is definitely a complicated matter, and even more difficult than eating the fish tail.
The Taoist casually glanced at the dragon corpse. After a blink of an eye, most of the dragon corpse was erased and disappeared, leaving only a beating heart.
I could only stare at what the other person said, echoing it thousands of times in my mind. Finally, Zhang Qing gritted his teeth.
"But they are the slowest and the most flexible."
Can you live forever?
At this time, I was still ignorant. I was practicing in the master's seat. Being cautious by nature, I finally left the master.
The Taoist stretched out his hands to lift up a fragment of the collapsed stone wall, and pulled out the man who was screaming in agony.
The Taoist came back to his senses, the water in his eyes disappeared, and answered Zhang Qing: "Yes."
"The four spells of planting golden lotus are very important to any monk. He chose eight for his son. Do you need you to give him the remaining four?"
Zhang Qing was in front, feeling that the journey might be about to reach its end, so his mood became lighter.
At that moment, the burning flesh and blood in his body seemed to be even warmer than the rising and falling of his lower chest due to excitement.
But the two of them did not stop, relying on their speed to deliver the dying people to Yi Zi's place again and again.
Shu Yan was silent for a long time, and I had many guesses in my mind, the least of which was not about the Taoist.
The two of them were talking in that direction, and we walked towards the city at the speed of a mortal.
The smell of Yizi's blood made Zhang Qing's eyes widen as he tried to eat his heart bit by bit, but his whole face was not yet hideous and terrifying.
"What are you doing?" The Taoist walked towards the city, Zhang Qing walked in front, using various methods to divert attention.
"Slowly, Lao Li, come over and help me. That stone is so heavy!"
"That spell is called Wandering Dragon."
"bad."
But after all, the change was the limited guess in Zhang Qing's mind that was close to the truth.
"Brothers, Yiqi, lift it up!"
"That's Brother Dog's home, right? This guy is very cunning. If he still dies! Wait, drag me out and let me treat me to a drink!"
Amid the devastation, despair is gradually disappearing.
"What is this body method?"
Zhang Qing didn't react at all, but he still followed the Taoist's actions.
"Senior..."
One leg was still bloody, so the Taoist tore off the linen clothes underneath the other party, wrapped the wound, and briefly stopped the bleeding.
"What are you doing standing still?"
It’s just that I have always said that Taoist people also speak. After all, if this is the case, the current relationship will change.
The Taoist's slightly narrow eyes revealed memories, remembering that I had the same answer back then.
However, if we use magic power, even if we are weak, we can still save everyone who has not been flooded by the disaster in a short period of time.
The flesh and blood all over my body was burning cold, as if Zhang Qing was thrown back into a furnace, trying to roast me alive.
"The death potion has been broken. Does that mean it is the death potion?"
"You're not that old yet..."
"Can I live forever?"
Gradually, Zhang Qing discovered that there were fewer people around us.
"You..." Zhang Qing looked at his toes. The ragged clothes made me look like a child who had done something wrong.
Faced with the legacy of too few and too few children, I can only say a few words.
Zhang Qing knew what he should choose and how to choose. I also knew what the Taoist meant when he said that.
"Beings with a small body can naturally withstand less spiritual energy, so the monks planted golden lotuses to recall the limited mana."
It’s learning, it’s learning, hey hey hey.
Then he went to the other side, picked up the crying baby from the arms of the warm woman, and placed it in the hands of several other men with desperate looks on their eyes.
"This junior has learned."
So, faced with the gift of such existence, I remained silent.
The wails and cries of countless mortals were heard by dragons, Buddhas, and even Zhang Qing who were fighting in the world.
The pride in the heart, the greed that is confident of rising in four days, are all meaningless. Whose pride can't make people stand on an equal footing with such a being.
