Inside Wangxi Wuyuan, Jing Xuanhuang was furious. He waved the ultimatum in his hand, and his energy was instantly released, cutting off the stream and cutting off its veins, and the stream was suddenly empty.
Being disturbed, Wangmingshi looked calm, but there was a fire brewing in his heart. He slowly stood up and looked at the person with one eye. He saw that this person was standing casually, with spontaneous energy all over his body.
What an extraordinary Taoist.
He said: "Taoist, you cannot bear the price of angering me."
Jing Xuanhuang also said: "If you touch the things I protect without permission, you can't bear my anger."
Wangming's face darkened, he took the broken sword and disappeared in an instant. In front of Jing Xuanhuang's eyes, he used the first move of Wangming's sword: break his thoughts and swing out.
Jing Xuanhuang raised his ultimatum to resist. When he responded to the move, he paused for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he saw a broken knife striking his chest. He narrowly dodged it, but was still injured by the sword's energy. There was a wound and blood flowing out.
In the blink of an eye, it returns to its original state, with vitality and endless magical uses.
"Good move."
This sword technique can affect the soul, which is superior to most sword techniques.
As he spoke, Jing Xuanhuang took another move, his eyes became clear, and his majestic true energy was shocked. Wangmingshi was immediately seriously injured and took a few steps back. There was blood from the corner of his mouth and internal injuries.
Although his sword skills are strong, his true energy is far inferior, and the same moves are useless against him.
"In just one move, you can actually break the Wo Ming Sword Technique. There is a history. Pay attention."
Wangmingshi raised his sword and moved it up again, using the second form of Wangming's sword technique: Breaking out the recognition, which dazzled the sword with light in all directions for a moment, enchanting the consciousness.
In the distance, Kidao moved his steps and walked a little further, staring at the battlefield. The sword light was so far away that it still made him faint.
What's more, Jing Xuanhuang is in the middle?
But he saw Jing Xuanhuang's body and mind not moving, the ultimatum in his hand dropped, and his moves were pressed against the tip of the knife.
Jing Xuanhuang's spiritual consciousness is quite high, and his sword skills that disrupt his spiritual consciousness are not worth mentioning in front of him.
Seeing that this move was useless, Wangming used the third move of the Wangming Sword: breaking the pulse.
Although the sword was cut off, the Qi was not extinguished. The Qi of the sword stirred up and dispersed, and actually resonated with the true energy in Jing Xuanhuang's body, affecting the movement of the true energy.
Wangmingshi's sword energy swayed, and Jingxuanhuang's true energy suddenly stagnated. Then he saw Wangmingshi attack quickly with his sword, attacking his vital points with every move.
Although Jingxing Xuanhuang's true energy is stagnant, his physical cultivation is also extraordinary. In addition, the Taoist ultimatum is solid and indestructible, so he can block it steadily and easily.
In just a moment, Jing Xuanhuang understood the essence of his sword technique, eliminated the influence of the sword technique, and his true energy began to flow smoothly again.
With another casual blow, Jingxuanhuang's true energy poured out. Wangmingshi took a few steps back again, vomiting blood in his mouth, and his injuries worsened.
"Although the true energy has been cut off, the power of the sword technique has dropped by several levels. The sword technique is good, but the skill of the person is much worse. You can also take my move."
"One is Jing, and all injustices in the world are Jing."
Jing Xuanhuang raised his palm and accepted the yuan. His figure instantly moved in front of Wangmingshi, and then he moved his palm out in one go.
"puff……"
Wangmingshi suddenly flew into the air and fell into dust. The broken knife was also out of his hand. He vomited several more mouthfuls of blood and could not afford to be seriously injured.
The ghost on the side hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Guardian, can you spare his life? After all, he also spared the lives of the two beasts, didn't he?"
Jing Xuanhuang glanced at Gu Dao, who bent down and begged again: "He and I are old acquaintances. He saved me in the past. Please spare his life, protector."
Jingxuan Huang said: "Where is the little Chenghuang beast now?"
Wang Mingshi said: "I don't know, it has been handed over to the organization."
Jing Xuanhuang already knew that he was acquainted with Guidao, and he was obviously another wealthy person.
He said: "You are as weak as a candle, and you can only live for about ten days. If you have any unfinished business, hurry up."
The power of Jing Xuanhuang's palm was so powerful and heavy, but with just one palm, it had already damaged Mingshi's internal organs. In addition, he was already injured, and the two overlapped. The root cause was damaged, and there was no way to cure it.
After Jing Xuanhuang finished speaking, he turned and left.
Ghost Road stepped forward and said, "Brother Wangming, it's been a long time."
"Ahem..."
Wang Mingshi coughed up blood and struggled to get up. He said: "It's true that we have seen each other for a long time. If we meet again, you will lead people to kill me. It is such a good friendship. I saved your life in the battle of Loulang Mountain in vain." "
"In that battle, fourteen people died and three came back. You were blind, your fingers were broken, and the knife was broken. How tragic. If you and him hadn't saved my life, I would have died at that time. ”
"It's useless to talk anymore. Leave. I don't want to see you again."
Ghost Dao used his hand to knead the magic formula, and a ghost came out of his body and penetrated into Wangmingshi's body. He said: "I will use this ghost to help you walk. Go and see her again. Don't leave any regrets."
Ghost Road sighed. His original intention was to use the Wangming clan to stop Jingxuanhuang for a while, so that he could escape in the chaos. He did not expect that it would cost the Wangming clan's life, nor did he expect that the protector's strength was so high. .
He said: "When I rescue Xiaoguai, Xiaoni will go down to accompany you. I'm sorry."
Ghost Dao left and asked Jingxuan Huangdao: "The guardian's medical skills are amazing, can he save the Wangming clan?"
"I gave him ten days to live, which is a glimmer of hope. There is a turning point in his life. It depends on whether he can seize it."
Jing Xuanhuang said nothing and escorted Guidao back to Laojunshan Bajing Palace.
In the Bajing Palace, Taiyi, the king of the East, is sitting in the first place, with Taoist Liyuan below him. There are also other Taoists who are practicing in Laojun Mountain, and they are here to listen today.
Ghost Road entered the Bajing Palace and said with a smile: "I haven't been back for a long time. Everything in the Bajing Palace is still the same as before. I miss you. Junior brother, can you bring me the good wine you collected? I'm a little greedy."
Taoist Liyuan said excitedly: "I'll go get it right away. Senior brother is waiting for me."
He left happily, quickly fetched a jar of wine, and drank it with Kidou on the spot.
"Good wine, good wine, haha... I made a mistake in my thoughts and made a mistake in my actions. Junior brother and fellow Taoists, please take me as a lesson."
When all the Taoists heard this, they all sighed. In the past, Tao ghosts were also leaders in Taoist sects, and they were heroes of the generation. All that was left was a sigh.
A voice came from outside, Jingxuan Huang said: "Three days later, I will personally judge the crimes of Taoist ghosts at Laojun Mountain Tianpu Pond."
Jing Xuanhuang passed Laojun Mountain but did not enter. He left in a hurry and came to Maple Leaf Garden. He said: "The king and grandson have not returned, do you know the purpose of my visit?"
Red Maple Leaf Master Wang Sunbu said: "Is it because of riding on the little yellow beast?"
"Oh? You are very well-informed, but I don't see your sincerity!"
"Please wait a moment, sir. The Ginkgo Leaf Master is discussing with his employer and will receive a reply soon."
"how long?"
"Five days later, I will offer the little yellow beast with both hands."
Jingxuan Huang said: "Five days is too long. I have something important to do. I have to see the little beast in two days, otherwise..."
Jing Xuanhuang glanced at Wang Sunbui with cold eyes, and said hurriedly: "Two days, I will handle it for you within two days."
Let's talk about Wang Mingshi. After sitting there for a while, he finally felt regretful and got up and walked south. He walked as a ghost, with a light body, crossing mountains and crossing rivers. After walking for five days, he came to a beautiful and high mountain.
On the mountain, a temple was built. The name of the temple was Pudu Temple. There were only a few novice monks in the temple, and there was one presiding officer. She was a female Bodhisattva with a good reputation. Within a radius of dozens of miles, everyone knew that the female Bodhisattva who rescued people in distress had great mercy and compassion.
On this day, Wang Mingshi climbed up the stairs to the top floor and worshiped sincerely.
"The Forgotten Master pays homage to Jingru, the savior of the world, and prays to see him."
He is one of the three Buddhas of Jiajia Mountain in Nanhai.
In the temple, a voice came, "There is no fate, so why meet again, it will only increase the troubles of both parties."
"I'm about to die, and you still don't want to see me?"
"Everything is like dew, like lightning, like bubbles in a dream."
Wangmingshi said: "Although you are a Buddha of the third generation, you are still a Bodhisattva. It is obvious that the cause and effect of the past has not been resolved. Do you still want to deceive yourself and others?"
Salvation Jingru sighed: "Hey, come in."
The temple door opened wide, Wangmingshi entered, and in a blink of an eye he came to the top of a mountain. He said: "Did you find any clues about the Lujiazhuang tragedy that day?"
Saving the world is like being silent.
Wangmingshi said again: "It seems you have found out who it is?"
After a moment of silence, Salvation Jingru said: "With the sword as the name and the saint as the title, Arhat comes to the world to save the world."
Wangmingshi was shocked and said: "It's actually him, the Buddhist saint Sword Arhat Fuyu!"
He suddenly remembered the man who was like a god, like a Buddha, like a devil, like a ghost in the battle of Loulang Mountain.
It's Sword Arhat!
