"Xiao Hu!"
Fu Xiang came over and looked at Xiao Hu in Hua Changkong's arms with an anxious look on his face.
"Ahem..."
Xiao Hu wiped the blood on his face, supported Hua Changkong's body with his hands and tried to stand up, but his legs weakened and he fell down.
"Stop showing off!"
Fu Xiang slapped him on the forehead, and then performed a strange magic spell, and the strange spiritual power filled his body again.
At the same time, the tattoos on her arms and thighs began to proliferate, and soon they were all over her body.
"Hey!"
Fu Xiang's pronunciation was slightly weird, and he pressed his hands on Xiao Hu's chest and began to heal his injuries.
Miraculously, even though Fu Xiang was only in the early stage of the Divine Transformation Realm, the healing effect was surprisingly good. Xiao Hu's injuries were relieved in just a few breaths.
You know, Xiao Hu is a spiritual realm monk, and he was seriously injured.
And Fu Xiang is only in the Condensed Body Realm!
"Is this a member of the Western Desert family?"
Tang Biao was swept away by Hua Changkong before. Now he stood up and looked at Fu Xiang with a serious look on his face.
"So what, do you have any objections?"
Fu Xiang didn't look kindly on him, but he was healing Xiao Hu's injuries and couldn't be distracted, so he could only respond simply.
"Don't dare, don't dare, it's just that the surviving family has always been indifferent to worldly affairs. Why would they interfere in our fight this time?" Tang Biao was serious. This was the question he wanted to find out.
A mysterious clan comparable to the giants of the Immortal Realm, their attitude is too important.
"There are so many reasons! He is my protector, and the time limit is not over yet. If you kill him, who will I find?" Fu Xiang was impatient and didn't want to talk to Tang Biao anymore, so he just shouted back.
"Oh, even so, Tang will not ask any more questions."
Tang Biao bowed with interest, then turned to face Hua Changkong aside, his expression suddenly changed.
There is no need to be so polite to him.
"Fellow Daoist Hua, what do you mean?" Tang Biao said coldly.
"Brother Tang, Brother Xiao is my friend. I really can't bear to see him..."
"You are so brave!"
Tang Biao shouted loudly, interrupted Hua Changkong, and sneered: "Are you acting on behalf of the sect by acting like this? Are you trying to escape the sect and become an enemy of Tai Zong?"
"not me……"
Hua Changkong was speechless. The situation he least wanted to face finally happened.
"Tang Biao, you are not qualified to speak on behalf of our sect."
However, Meng Jin, who was not far away, suddenly said something, which made Tang Biao feel as if he had eaten shit.
"Mr. Meng, I am also thinking about the overall situation. Why do you..." Tang Biao looked ugly.
"Don't make any noise. It's just a trivial matter, so why bother."
Meng Jin glanced at Hua Changkong and ignored it.
It looked like the other party's strength and sect were beyond his reach.
Dun Yijiao's attitude naturally doesn't matter.
"Thank you, Master Haihan."
On the contrary, although Hua Changkong also felt humiliated, he did not react too violently.
After all, the strength of the sect is such that Xiao Hu was successfully rescued. The goal was achieved. It was no big deal to be despised.
Meng Jin didn't reply. Since just now, he has been staring at Xu Yue with a cold expression.
Hua Changkong is nothing, the monk in front of him is the important point.
His magic was coming, but it was interfered with by him.
"Tell me, why are you stopping me?" Meng Jin asked.
"Amitabha, the benefactor is too murderous and may cause death to all living beings. Therefore, I intend to bring you into Buddhism and accept you as a servant of the Buddha. You will stay by my side, serving you tea and water, calling you around, acting like an ox or a horse, whipping you around. Use this to refine your Taoist heart." Xu Yue said compassionately.
After the words fell, Xiao Hu and others were stunned, with strange expressions on their faces.
"Be bold!"
Tai Zong and others suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and started to drink loudly.
There is nothing wrong with Xu Yue's other sentences, which is the consistent style of the monks of Xianghuo Temple.
But what about bringing tea and water, calling people around, acting like cows and horses, and pushing them around.
Although these words do not contain a single curse word, to Meng Jin, who is extremely arrogant and vows to be the strongest person in the fairyland, they are just as lethal as insulting his parents!
Sure enough, Meng Jin took a step forward, his long hair moved automatically without wind, and violent spiritual power flew everywhere. He smiled ferociously at Xu Yue and said, "You said you want to accept me as your servant?"
"It's not all. If the donor is willing, you can take it as a mount. As the saying goes, you can transform into the body of a hundred beasts and gain enlightenment from all ages. This is the way of an animal! If the donor is willing to be an animal and be my mount, his Taoist heart will definitely be more condensed. , the cultivation level is also better..."
boom!
In an instant, Meng Jin came to Xu Yue and pressed his big palm towards his face with violent fire.
"You can die."
"Sorry donor, you are still too weak."
"Ding! It has been detected that the age difference with the current enemy is about 3 times. The host's cultivation level has been increased by 3 realms. The current cultivation level is: late stage of God Transformation Realm!"
boom!
"ah!!"
When the two collided, some female disciples screamed and covered their heads in pain.
Two monks in the realm of gods were fighting, and the storm they unleashed was not just a simple spiritual impact, it also stimulated the soul!
This situation can only improve when they advance to the spiritual realm, become more proficient in controlling their spiritual consciousness, and restrain their soul light.
But now, Xu Yue and Meng Jin can't control that much!
"[Double Hands: Bright Soul Technique] is being triggered. The host can read, delete memory, and even rewrite cognition."
Xu Yue's hands glowed palely, and he grabbed Meng Jin's arm while grabbing his head with the other hand.
"Buddha's Light Palm!"
Xu Yue even pretended to shout.
Meng Jin looked indifferently, looking at the palm that was rapidly enlarging in his eyes, and decisively stretched out his hand to slap it, and slapped it.
Snapped!
A crisp sound came, and between the two people's palms, green light and white light blended and fought with each other, and finally turned into a green and white tornado soaring into the sky, stirring in all directions.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Meng Jin's consciousness fell into a trance. Fortunately, the green lotus script between his eyebrows flickered before he regained consciousness.
He looked down at Xu Yue's palm and sneered: "It's interesting."
"Donor, let me save you."
Xu Yue chuckled, grabbed his hand, and directly linked his fingers with Meng Jin. At the same time, he kept putting pressure on Meng Jin's spirit through the Bright Soul Technique.
The Bright Soul Technique is originally a kind of divine soul attack. Although its usual function may be more assistive, for Xu Yue who is now in the realm of transforming into gods, it is naturally more practical than ordinary magic techniques!
Buzz!
Meng Jin's head hurt, and a voice kept ringing in his head.
"Let me save you..."
"Let me save your mother..."
"Let me chop you up..."
"Let me chop you..."
Until later, the voice became more and more outrageous, and Meng Jin couldn't hear clearly what Xu Yue was saying.
"Hmph, you're just a little skilled, let me use it!"
Finally, Meng Jin shouted loudly, his spiritual energy surged, and his soul light wrapped in spiritual power swept out, directly breaking through the interference of the Bright Soul Technique.
But then, what caught his eye was a golden fist, with violent energy, hitting his head.
"Donor, I'm here to save you."
"[Heaven's Fist] is being triggered. The host blasts out the sacred fist and causes huge damage to dark enemies."
"Buddha's Light Fist!"
