When dentures become sore, the right side becomes sore.
Abbot Guoqing tilted slightly to the right because of his teeth, and a blade of light had already turned from his hand, stuck to his back, and slid to his left shoulder.
Dharma King Wuxiang was pressing Abbot Guoqing's left shoulder at this moment, but he felt his palm was cold.
The knife seeped through the gap between Dharma King Wuxiang's palm and Abbot Guoqing's shoulder, blocking Dharma King Wuxiang's hand.
It is shrouded in formless true energy, so dense that it can detect the smallest particles of dust, respond to all threats, and predict the enemy's opportunities first.
But this soft and tough steel can actually attack first and penetrate in the face of Wuxiang Qi, which is simply unbelievable.
Unless this is the case, it did not exist in the form of a material entity at all.
"Lead with the mind, and the sword is in the mind?"
The Wuxiang Dharma King chuckled and snorted coldly, "So you are bald and you are also a polished guy!"
Abbot Guoqing is getting old. Not only are the teeth in his mouth missing and replaced, but his face also has a bit of an old look. He usually walks and talks a little shaky, but this time he is extremely agile.
His body was slightly bent, and countless condensed knives, like thin threads emitting a faint light, were perfectly combined into large and small figures of multiple Arhats, connected into one, pressing towards the Wuxiang Dharma King.
These pictures outlined by shimmering lines are indeed unique, but they are also extremely dangerous.
Anyone who is snatched away from the body by this pattern will immediately be cut into small pieces by the sword energy, from the level of flesh and blood to the level of three souls and seven souls, all cut into small pieces.
And because the sword light is so exquisite and sharp, the severed limbs will not be separated, and the entire corpse will still be intact, but the surface of the corpse will look like there is a bloody Arhat pattern.
There are probably no more than ten people who have such attainments in swordsmanship.
But Abbot Guoqing actually practiced very late.
At the age of fifty, he was a wealthy man who made toys and dolls. All the dolls he made were dolls with traditional elements. They were very popular among the children of that generation and were even popular with some young people.
But later, the economy became more and more complicated, and the whole world gradually recovered from the chaos decades ago and began to recover. The market for toys and dolls also had more competitors.
The sales of their own products began to continue. At that time, Guoqing Fang, who did not have a legal name, did not have too much unwillingness or reluctance in business. Instead, he was happy to let go and lived more comfortably. At that time, someone came to Come to your home and ask him to make a set of Arhat dolls.
When the five hundred Luohan Gongs were completed in the company of that man, Abbot Guoqing's dream-returning mind had unknowingly reached an upper realm.
Shan Lunjing was even better than the person who taught him the mental method, so he was invited to join Xiaolin and became the abbot of this generation.
Huimeng Xinfa is such a strange set of martial arts. From the perspective of a martial arts practitioner, it can be regarded as a set of internal skills, step by step, to consolidate the foundation, expand the experience, and gradually improve. ….
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But there are also some people who don't know that this is a set of martial arts at all, and just regard it as some methods to regulate their mood and principles to guide life, but they can also comprehend the higher realms.
However, the latter's cultivation method often has merit but no merit. Just to advance to the realm, the skill and fighting ability cannot be followed. It also needs to enter the Laughing Forest and pass the "Secret Level" to be able to transform from the ordinary body to a level. Jump to become the world's first-class master.
In the eyes of others, the latter method of cultivation is called "Wen Lian".
Envoys from the Demon Realm have always disliked "literary" masters the most.
After all, doing something without working has always been evaluated as a less positive thing.
Envoys from the Demonic Realm, despite being called evil heretics, cannot encounter such good things as "getting something for nothing". The Absolute Demonic Qi chose him and gave them a second nature. It sounded good, but in reality, it was earned by them working hard, and the Absolute Demonic Qi was not fundamentally under their control.
For all other acquisitions, they have to rely on themselves to burn, kill, loot and fight for them.
On the other hand, among the so-called righteous people who oppose them, there are always a few in each generation who say they are in a good mood and can suddenly pick up shit in Xiaolin Temple and acquire tyrannical skills.
How could the envoys from the Demon Realm not be jealous?
But now, in addition to being disgusted with it, the Dharma King Wuxiang felt a little more eager.
'Huimengshe was probably lost in the war that year. The fact that Xiaolin Temple can still show such a high level of literacy shows that their unearned achievements have little to do with the Huimengsheli.
'If I get hold of this secret, it might be of great benefit to me.
With such thoughts running through his mind, the Wuxiang Dharma King had already come out and destroyed that sword move.
The way he broke the knife was very easy. His fingertips touched the edge of the sword energy pattern, and then he turned his wrist and shook it in a circle.
The shimmering light formed by the condensed sword energy was like a real thread, which was stuck and deformed by the phaseless true energy at his fingertips.
First, the Arhat in the corner changed its appearance, and then the whole picture was moved, and many Arhats turned into crooked, extremely asymmetrical ghosts, and then completely lost their shape in an instant.
All the sword energy light was stirred into a chaotic and indistinguishable whirlpool of threads by the flick of the Wuxiang Dharma King's wrist.
Those swords were clearly Abbot Guoqing's purest swordsmanship, but after being manipulated by Dharma King Wuxiang, they were completely out of Abbot Guoqing's control.
Even if you want to dissipate those sword energy, you can't. You can only watch those luminous threads, first spinning, then protruding outward, like a drill, quickly counterattacking.
Abbot Guoqing hurriedly swung his sword at it, but felt that all the energy of the sword was hit by the drill. The light of the sword bounced around, broke into the ground, and flew into the sky.
The formless god is extremely mysterious, strong and soft. When he took action in the Yin and Yang world that day, firstly, he was blocked by the demonic paths of Yin and Yang. Secondly, he had to take care of the ring and not damage the knot of Yin and Yang. Thirdly, there were also countless Unexpectedly, Guan Luoyang's punching power was so fierce and unstoppable. ….
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In a hurry, the many secrets of the Phaseless Divine Skill were not revealed in time.
Facing the Guoqing side today, it allowed King Wuxiang to express his frustrations that day.
He pointed at the same time, and moved forward again, and the swirling true energy suddenly accelerated.
The drill bit became more and more frantic, attacking nearby incense burners and the ground. They were all swept up into the air and turned into pieces.
"Oh, you are bullying me for my presbyopia!"
After being forced again and again, Abbot Guoqing became confused and almost retreated to the Patriarch's Cave.
But just at the Patriarch's Cave, with a sudden blow under his feet, the sword light suddenly opened wide, vertical and horizontal, and picked at small places. He was very precise and guarded, and forcibly chipped away the drill that could penetrate the mountain peak. Layer after layer.
I don't know how many secret truths were cut by his sword and dispersed into the atmosphere.
The clouds of true energy steamed high into the sky extremely powerfully, as if a fire had broken out here. The translucent smoke and fire surged into the sky with great force.
The sky above the entire Dream Valley is filled with these scattered true energy, glowing with the light of transparent crystals, rising and falling.
But the diamond that Abbot Guoqing had to face was getting bigger and bigger.
Every time a part of the phaseless true energy dissipates, the drill head increases sharply. It is as if these escaped true energy pour into the natural environment, stimulating the original five elements in nature and filling it here.
The perfect balance that goes back and forth is maintained by the Wuxiang Divine Art, which causes the flow of vitality in the drill bit to become more and more complex and increasingly destructive.
Seeing that Abbot Guoqing was finally about to lose his support, a thick golden light surged out of the Patriarch's Cave, whistling and supporting Abbot Guoqing's body, and blew past both sides of his body.
boom!
The golden light split into two strands and condensed into two huge fists, pure and bright, like polished and smooth diamonds.
He punched the middle with his two fists, and the huge drill bit was caught in the middle and smashed on the spot.
"Hong Ri, you are finally willing to take action."
The Dharma King Wuxiang shouted, "Let me see what you are like and how much skill you have left?!"
Before he could say anything, those two huge golden fists were already attacking towards this side.
The left fist suddenly opened, the five fingers were shining, golden light, and struck down like a mountain bearing down on top.
King Wuxiang raised his hand and hit it head-on. He felt that this fist condensed in the air was powerful and powerful. It was still the strength that only someone of the same level as himself could exert.
However, compared with Hong Rixin back then, there is still a clear difference, not just because of the difference in strength of skills, but also because of something deeper.
However, right here, another golden light fist, which had become as big as an ordinary person's hand, seemed like a piece of gold that was broken up to the wrist, suddenly came to the crotch of King Wuxiang, and pulled it out fiercely.
Bang!
The air was pinched, and a gap was torn open in the phaseless Qi protecting the body in that area.
The faceless Dharma King's expression darkened.
", not Hong Rixin!"
He spat out these words slowly, his eyes gleaming, "You don't know, I have already practiced the magic of being neither a man nor a woman. When I fought with Hong Rixin, I didn't have this key point. Then The old beggar should know this!"….
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Deep in the Patriarch's Cave, there is a golden skeleton, sitting cross-legged with its back against the cliff.
Two young men in gray clothes, Xiaohe, who both looked to be only four or five years old, were in the open space in front of the skeleton.
One of them, a chubby little monk wearing ink, blurted out: "I, he actually has no breasts, little one, all my tricks are useless now, what should I do?"
"It doesn't matter, I was the one fighting."
Another young monk in gray clothes had a stern face and beads of sweat on his forehead. He also sat cross-legged, with his palms clasped together, staring at the golden skull opposite.
Outside the Patriarch's Cave, the roar of King Wuxiang was heard, and the whole mountain shook, and the ash on the cliff wall fell rustling down.
"Who is pretending to be that old beggar? How can he still use his power? Don't you dare to come out and show me?"
There is no phase sound, they overlap and echo endlessly.
The little monk in sunglasses had already covered his ears.
Xiaolong endured it for a while, then suddenly jumped up and launched a set of crisp punches.
The golden skeleton, with its vast power, responded to his childlike dream-returning heart, and launched a more fierce offensive against the formless method outside the Patriarch's Cave.
In the hole, the two Vajra giants turned up and down, their fists and claws changing constantly.
More importantly, the size of these two Vajra Hands is also constantly changing. Suddenly they are as big as a mountain, towering over them, and suddenly they are as small as a baby, silently photographed in front of the Dharma King Wuxiang.
Xiaolong's fists never had so many profound changes, but he was childlike and focused, impartial, so the Huimeng Mind Technique and the Golden Skeleton were able to mobilize all the moves used inside the Golden Skeleton.
It is like a drop of pure water falling from the sky. It can be seen at a glance, but in the process of falling, it has been contaminated by countless fireworks, reflecting thousands of scenes in the world, becoming infinitely mysterious.
If it were anyone else, because his or her own cultivation has gone too far, he or she would only be able to inspire a small part of the artistic conception of the moves inside the golden skull.
For a moment, the Dharma King Wuxiang was actually blocked in the Cave of the Patriarch. In addition, Abbot Guoqing came out with a sword to assist him, causing him to fall into an intractable battle.
And here, the battles in other places in the Dream Valley also seemed to be getting more intense.
The maids in red and Jiu Ju have already appeared one after another, cooperating with everyone in the Yin and Yang world to fight against the masters of Xiaolin Temple.
'Can not be done,
Abbot Guoqing was worried, "The golden body of the Patriarch cannot be used for too long, otherwise..."
………………
"Otherwise, it will happen by accident and disaster will happen!
! "
Hong Dong could no longer care about Xu, who was flying towards the Kunlun Mountains at high speed, and told all the secrets.
It turns out that during the great chaos decades ago, Hong Rixin was seriously injured and had to be reincarnated, but at that time, he disappeared again when he returned to the Meng Relic.
In the end, Hong Rixin and the Ghost King had no choice but to use their last remaining resources to activate the Patriarch and invite several of the Patriarch's true bodies.
Most of the ancestors of the Huimeng Xinfa lineage, excluding those who have no corpses left, will change their minds after death, and their kung fu will naturally dissipate. Some people, if they have enough time, will find ways to infuse their kung fu into the Huimeng relics. ….
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But there are also a few "literary" ancestors whose minds have been reincarnated, and their skills have been stagnated in the physical body, causing the physical body to transform into a strange state that looks like gold but not gold, and looks like wood but not wood.
Hong Rixin and the Ghost King used those corpses to condense
A golden skeleton body was gathered.
In the next life, you can borrow the Skeleton Gold to exude the energy as if Hong Rixin is still there, and occasionally annihilate and deter some of the evil demon sects that have sneaked into Kunlun.
But the problem is, because the skill possessed by the golden skeleton body greatly exceeds the level of the borrower, once the skill of the golden skeleton body is excessively activated, it may not be able to maintain the purity of the Buddhist true energy, and gradually become The original appearance of those skills has deteriorated.
Even more, contact the true source of those skills.
Bai Tong asked doubtfully: "Isn't the real source of the dream-returning mind skill practiced by myself?"
"Hui Meng Xin attaches great importance to the state of mind but not to the state of mind. The reason why it can obtain the gong that matches it is..."
As soon as Hong Dong said this, he suddenly stopped.
It's not the feeling of being interrupted mid-sentence, but all the sounds and distractions are cut off in an instant.
All the rapidly disappearing mountains and rivers below also paused.
It seemed that when time was flowing here, it was cut off by someone with a knife, and it was cut off for a moment.
All the people moving at high speed in the clouds seemed to have suddenly lost their habit at this moment, and suddenly became stationary and slow from flying at extremely high speeds.
On a mountaintop ahead, Zhao Wu, dressed in white as snow, stood quietly holding a knife.
The one he struck just now was exactly what he had done, with a frown on his face, a flick of his wrist, and a second blow.
Hong Dong suddenly felt a sense of horror in his heart. He had an inexplicable feeling that Zhao Wuji might also know the big secret.
Know the source of the power of returning to dreams.
In the Patriarch's Cave.
The golden body of the skeleton is as vast as the sea, and its power is as deep as a ball of supreme Buddha light.
The Buddha's light gradually revealed a face with three eyes on its forehead, and a faint purple demon slowly opened in its eyes.
——The ruler of the demonic realm. .
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Chapter 365: The Source of Dreams
