Half asleep and half awake, Qiu Ping only felt that he was wrapped in a warm liquid.
Fragrant, warm, creamy...
The little loach smacked his mouth and felt a warm force wrapping his body, making his body very comfortable.
After stepping into the Holy Embryo, he recast his foundation and condensed the Nine-Life Holy Embryo. The polish of his body had reached its limit. Even though he took a lot of elixirs, he did not make much progress.
But he didn't know what was going on today. He just felt that his whole body was full of energy, and his origin was also growing.
"Buzz buzz..."
"It's so noisy!"
The little loach turned over in this mass of liquid, and was sleeping in a daze when he heard a constant buzzing sound like a mosquito coming from outside.
He was a little angry when he got up, so he turned over and got up to see who dared to disturb my sleep, Mr. Ni Loach!
But the moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark place, like some kind of leather bag with sticky liquid inside.
Seeing this situation, the little loach's first reaction was, someone is going to mess with me and put a sack on me!
What a courage!
His mind immediately turned to a series of images of "enemies" such as Ao Cang and She Yuan, wondering who could be so ungrateful to martial ethics.
But anyway, let’s go out first.
He immediately stretched out his hand and waved forward, and a space crack cut through the leather bag, and then emerged from it.
However, before he could clearly see the surroundings, a golden and red bead burning with blazing flames fell towards his eyebrows.
"boom."
Qiu Ping felt his head shake, and endless information poured into his body.
"Congratulations to the reincarnation of the master..."
In the sea of fire, thousands of people watched a small figure walk out of the fetal membrane, and they shouted loudly.
But when they saw the man's appearance clearly, they couldn't help but be stunned.
The reincarnated body of the guru is not refined with oils and precious medicines. The body is clean and the treasures are solemn. How come the body in this life is a black-faced boy?
There are still two slender tendrils on the lips, with a pair of dead fish eyes, looking stupid.
However, no matter what form the guru is reincarnated into, they cannot be allowed to blaspheme.
After everyone was stunned for a few breaths, they all lowered their heads.
They kept chanting sutras in their mouths, turning into a vigorous force, which was continuously sent into the black-faced boy's body, helping the master's spirit to be clear and to survive the mystery of the womb.
"boom!"
At this moment, an arrow like a meteor suddenly streaked across the sky. After tracing a curve, it headed towards Qiu Ping's position.
"Enemy attack!"
The figures closest to Qiu Ping reacted quickly. They each shouted loudly. In an instant, they stretched out their hands and patted forward. Big handprints condensed in the void and they grabbed at the arrow.
The surrounding flames burned blazingly, condensing into substance in an instant, and tightly wrapping Qiu Ping's body.
"Kakakaka."
But the arrow contained an invincible spirit that could destroy everything. Wherever it touched, even the space was shaking, and all obstacles in front of it were destroyed like dry matter.
"town."
One of the great monks suddenly took a step forward, with golden light shining all over his body, like a vajra incarnation.
He pounced forward and grabbed the arrow with his palm the size of a cattail leaf fan.
But the power contained in the arrow was too terrifying, and the sharp air flow was like a knife, tearing his body apart.
The monk let out a sharp scream, and then his body was cut into two pieces and fell heavily from the air.
However, because of his life-threatening lunge, the arrow finally changed its direction slightly, brushed past Qiu Ping's body, and finally disappeared into the void.
"It's Shence Arrow!"
In this world that was like a sea of fire, all the monks stood up and were on full alert.
And among them, they also recognized the origin of the arrow.
It is clearly the Shence Arrow from the Shence Camp of the Expeditionary Army!
"Hahaha, it's fitting that we have such great achievements, come and kill with me."
The originally sealed sixth flame opened a crack suddenly out of thin air, and more than two hundred cavalrymen rushed directly into the place, wrapped in the wind and snow.
They were each wearing leather armor, carrying scimitars on their waists, carrying quivers on their backs, and holding bows high in their hands, like a pack of wolves.
A hundred feet away, they quickly began to charge. The bows in their hands kept twisting the arrows, throwing them into the sky one after another, and in the blink of an eye they fell like rain.
The large number of monks in front of them were as fragile as mortals in front of these arrows. Some figures who got close were shot into hedgehogs in the blink of an eye.
The pungent blood mixed with the high temperature here gave off a disgusting smell.
"Don't use your magical powers, let the armored monks go up!" Seeing this situation, some of the leading monks ordered everyone to retreat.
The Shence Camp was a [Bingwu] cultivated by the Central Plains Dynasty. It integrated part of Shinto's method of cultivating divine weapons with human martial arts, forming a very domineering and brutal cultivation path.
Although these people cannot live forever, they may even have a short life due to excessive physical damage.
But they use spiritual essence, starlight, and evil spirits as raw materials to completely activate the human body's energy, and possess extremely terrifying lethality in a very short period of time.
Once these people wear armor and equipped with sophisticated weapons, they can dominate the battlefield and be invincible.
Because they are not orthodox practitioners, they don't have to worry about destiny disasters. No matter how heavy the killing is, there will be no negative effects.
The most difficult thing about them is that they have a strong restraint on the magical powers of practitioners. Most of the practitioners' protective magical powers cannot face their attacks directly, and the offensive magical powers of practitioners are also difficult to cause them. harm.
If you want to fight these people head-on, you must also use Taoist soldiers raised by each Taoist clan to fight against the enemy.
Although the monks here were already trying their best to retreat, because the Shence Camp people were moving too fast, dozens of them were still slaughtered like melons and vegetables.
But soon, more than a hundred tall monks with bodies like bronzes rushed out. They were covered in heavy iron armor like protectors, holding cooked copper sticks as thick as sea bowls in their hands, and weapons in their hands. When swung, it made a whistling sound.
These monks are the divine soldiers protecting the Tao of the Sixth Flame Light Opening Land in the Snowy Mountains. Their names are: Armored Monks.
In almost every inheritance in the world, there are similar soldiers and horses. Just like Tai Sui Mountain, they have yellow scarf warriors who are even more powerful than these soldiers and horses.
These armored monks galloped forward like war elephants. The copper sticks in their hands were swung to prevent water from splashing into the ground, and the wind was roaring. Any enemy who stood in front of them would be smashed into pulp by them.
However, the people in the Shence Camp were obviously more experienced in combat. They did not confront these armored monks head-on. They just kept driving their horses to roam and attack in the open space, and kept shooting arrows, consuming these armored monks. The power of the monk.
"Take the master and go first. As long as this reincarnation is successful, with the master's ability in ten lifetimes, it will be easy to destroy these hawks and dogs of the Central Plains Dynasty."
The other monks saw that they could not intervene in the current battle situation, so they immediately lifted Qiu Ping's body and quickly retreated towards the depths of the Snow Mountain.
But Qiu Ping seemed ignorant and indifferent at the moment, just closing his eyes and immersed in his own world.
But his consciousness was not as calm as his appearance.
Because he saw an old monk appearing in his Taiyuan Tianchi.
"Where...where is this?"
Master Gema suppressed the feeling of weakness in his consciousness and looked at the vast Tianchi, the overwhelming golden lotus and the powder-like stars with a confused look on his face.
He had not already condensed the body of the tenth life, but he was waiting to pour it directly into his consciousness, then break the mystery of the womb and live out the tenth life.
But why is he here?
"Huh? Who are you? Was it you who hit me with a stone just now?"
The old monk was confused, and the little loach was still confused. He was sleeping well, but he was hit by someone for no reason, and then there was a "foreign object" in his head.
Where does this make sense?
"how so……"
The old monk was puzzled by the explanation, but at this moment, his physical body had been burned away, leaving only a trace of immortal spiritual thoughts. If he stayed in the outside world for a long time, he would probably regress in his Taoism.
At this moment, he could no longer control so much, and the old monk's eyes instantly became firm.
Since the tenth life body is missing, we can only seize this person's body first.
Even if you try hard to cultivate and fall, it is better than dying on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, his body solidified and he sat cross-legged, with blazing flames burning all over his body.
He recited scriptures in his mouth, and immediately stretched out a hand to cover Qiu Ping's soul.
This old monk has long since attained the status of Arhat, which is roughly equivalent to the realm of an immortal. Even if his strength is greatly reduced at this moment, he still has great power when he makes a move.
In just an instant, ripples arose in the entire Taiyuan Tianchi. The lotus flowers all over the sky closed one after another, and only the voice of the old monk chanting echoed in the void.
The little loach's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and his mind was a little empty.
This is his sea of consciousness, and his space laws cannot be used. The only thing that competes is the intensity of consciousness of both parties.
It was obvious that even though the Taiyuan Dao practiced by Little Loach was said to be number one in spiritual thoughts and magic power, there was still a big gap in front of an enemy who was two realms away.
"No, this old monk is trying to trick me!"
Qiu Ping was startled and looked at the old monk with a somewhat shocked look. Although he knew that the other man had bad intentions, he could not feel any hostility in his heart.
On the contrary, it is still vaguely close.
Close? What a mess.
A sundial immediately appeared on the little loach's head. The shadows on it rotated and time was controlled.
In an instant, shadows stand still and time stops flowing.
The old monk also maintained his posture of chanting sutras and remained motionless in place.
"Damn it, if you dare to trick me, I'll beat you to death!"
This old man had inexplicably entered the sea of his own consciousness, and now he wanted to harm himself. With the temperament of the little loach, there was no way he could bear this.
As soon as his thoughts flashed, he appeared next to the old monk.
"Bah bang bang!"
His fins arched left and right, slapping back and forth across the old man's face.
"I let you try to take away my body...I let you put a sack on me...I let you hit me with rocks!"
Little Loach poured out all the anger he felt when he got up. Although he was not proficient in any boxing or kicking skills, he didn't need any skills to deal with such a living target.
After being beaten for an unknown number of times, the sundial on the little loach's head disappeared.
"... Just like the endless changes in the three karma of body, speech and mind, the results are also endless..." The old monk kept chanting, and brilliant fire burst out from his eyes. With his strong willpower, he wanted to turn this The original owner of the body surrendered and then allowed his ninth life to take over.
"puff!"
Suddenly, the old monk seemed to have received an invisible punch. A series of fin-shaped fist marks appeared out of thin air on the front, back, left and right sides of his face, and then his illusory body was almost twisted into a mess. The verses in his mouth were directly interrupted.
There was a trace of confusion in the old monk's eyes, who! Who just attacked him!
He didn't feel any fluctuations from the attack, but the weird feeling of being punched thousands of times in an instant made him feel hairy in his heart.
"Hmph, it seems that my Shadowless Divine Fist has not reached its peak yet, and I didn't beat you to death. Come on, just take another punch from me."
Little Loach looked at the old monk as if nothing happened. He was secretly surprised, but he still wanted to keep a calm expression on his face.
He put one hand behind his back and said calmly.
While speaking, he raised his right fin again and struck towards the old monk's position.
There was no accumulation of force in his movements, nor was there any strong wind. He looked so light and without any strength.
The old monk's spirit was tense and his mind was fully alert.
In an instant, the sundial on the little loach's head reappeared, and the time stopped and continued.
The next moment, the little loach ran to the side of the old monk's body and started punching and kicking him wildly.
In the sea of his own consciousness, the little loach cannot use the sharp space tearing, and can only rely on simple fists and kicks.
After beating a cup of tea, he removed the sundial.
"boom!"
Just as the little loach returned to its original position, the old monk's body deformed violently again, and his body flew backwards.
"how so……"
The old monk couldn't figure out how this kid did this. In the sea of consciousness, except for some special spells and magical powers specifically targeted at the soul, other magical powers could not be used. He could only compete with each other on the strength of their respective souls.
But until now, he still can't see the traces of the other party's moves.
"He's really a tough guy, he can't be beaten to death like this."
Little Loach also secretly rubbed his teeth in his heart. This old monk was really tenacious. Even after being beaten so many times by him, his soul was still so condensed.
Qiu Ping's eyes rolled around, and he keenly saw that there was a round bead wrapped in the old monk's semi-illusory body.
Since attacking the opponent's soul is useless, maybe this bead is its real weakness?
"Certainly!"
Just as the old monk was about to speak, the sundial appeared in Qiu Ping's head again.
Then he swayed and appeared outside the old monk's body. At the same time, he stretched out his fins and grabbed the bead.
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