The wild geese return to the pass.
It's getting late.
Among the inns, Yu Liancheng chose the best room.
At this time, he sat cross-legged.
In front of him, there was a ball of golden blood.
The blood exuded majestic vitality, making the temperature of the whole room seem to rise suddenly. Faintly, it seemed as if one could hear Sanskrit singing coming from the blood.
But if you listen carefully, it seems like an illusory dream.
This is the blood left by Monk Nagarjuna.
Monk Nagarjuna is worthy of being Shijia among the Thirteen Armors of the Spring and Autumn Period, a Buddhist saint-like existence. This blood alone may be able to help a second-level peak person advance to the first-level Vajra realm.
Among the four realms of the first rank, only Buddhism can lead the vajra realm alone.
Just like the Nagarjuna monk in the Spring and Autumn War, today's white-robed Li Beware. And this golden blood is the secret of the Vajra Realm.
After shedding the mortal blood, the holy blood enters the body and becomes a vajra body.
Being able to pry into the mystery of the Holy Blood of Vajra at such a close distance without restriction is the dream of countless martial arts masters.
This opportunity is more precious than the magical secrets of the two Zen temples.
Under the traction of Qi, a drop of blood separated and fell on Yu Liancheng's finger. You can clearly feel the majestic energy and extraordinary weight. There were faint fluctuations between his brows, and his divine thoughts shrouded the blood glowing with golden light.
I was completely immersed in it and began to study the mysteries of Buddhist Vajra.
Perhaps he can use this holy blood to achieve the true Buddhist Vajra state, and his body will be even better than before.
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"Buddhist holy blood?"
On the city wall of Yanhui Pass, there is a woman in yellow, standing with her hands behind her hands, her head slightly raised, looking into the city from a distance.
At this time, Yanhuiguan is particularly peaceful and quiet, like an old woman taking a nap. But once the old woman wakes up from her slumber, she will become extremely ferocious and cruel.
A waning moon is in the sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the figure of the woman in yellow, giving her an otherworldly feeling and giving people infinite beautiful fantasies.
The woman turned her head, her hair was like clouds, her skin was like snow, her eyes were red and purple, and her eyes were moving towards the sword, with magnificence and vicissitudes of life. It seems that he has gone through many vicissitudes of life and has a maturity that does not match his appearance.
Beside the woman, there are red beads hanging in the air, shining brightly.
If you are a well-informed person, you may recognize this as the legendary Li Pearl.
"Buddha was destroyed in Beimang, and people came from Liyang Zen Temple. So is it Monk Sakyamuni Nagarjuna or Li Dangxin in white?" The expression of the woman in yellow is always shrouded in coldness, like ice and snow in the distant mountains. But he smiled sweetly, as if a ray of sunshine was shining down and the ice and snow melted.
It’s just that this sunshine is by no means the warm spring sun, but the setting sun that flows with gold and stone and is as red as blood, with a cold chill: “I would like to see, eight hundred years later, the so-called Buddhist Vajra How awesome is that?!”
The figure of the girl in yellow stretched out, as ethereal as the God of Luoshui, turned into a streak of yellow light, and swept towards the direction of the Holy Blood Qi Machine. And the red bead followed closely beside the girl, following her like a shadow.
She flew by at an extremely fast speed, and soon she arrived outside an inn. Like a ghost, she floated into the backyard of the inn, where the guests stayed.
The girl in yellow was about to carefully feel where the holy blood energy was, when there was a "crunch", a guest room opened, and out of it came a woman in white whose appearance was not inferior to that of the girl in yellow.
The woman in white stretched out, with a lazy aura, spotless, like an elf in the night sky, who else could it be if not Murong Wuzhu?
Murong Wuzhu rubbed her slightly red eyes. She had stayed up late and was about to go to the toilet to relieve herself and then have a good sleep.
When she saw the woman in yellow, Murong Wuzhu let out a sweet cry and was startled. She had just read the chapter about a female ghost seeking her life in the middle of the night.
When he saw the other person's face and the shadow under his feet clearly, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The girl originally planned to pass by the other person, but then she remembered what Murong Tonghuang said, so she smiled brightly at the woman opposite.
The red beads floated beside the woman in yellow. She lowered her head and rubbed her stomach, murmuring: "I'm hungry."
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, that beautiful face came right in front of Murong Wuzhu's eyes, and the originally cold voice was filled with a hint of hoarseness and an irrepressible killing intent: "When I'm hungry, I especially like killing people. You and I have nothing to do with each other. There is no need for revenge, how about just tearing off one of your arms?"
A slender hand grabbed Murong Wuzhu's bright wrist. It seemed gentle, but the speed was extremely fast.
Murong Wuzhu's hair stood on end, and he could clearly feel that if he were caught by this woman, he would definitely tear her arm off.
The silhouette flickered, and Murong Wuzhu avoided the mad woman's grasp, stamped his feet, and said angrily: "Tonghuang lied to me again." It was okay not to smile, but the woman opposite him went crazy when he smiled.
What's going on in Beimang?
I met such a weirdo.
"Hey, he turns out to be a master. If it's interesting, let me warm up first."
The woman in yellow clothes was a little surprised, then she smiled sweetly, and her figure suddenly turned into a ghost. A delicate palm drew an afterimage in the air, and she grabbed Murong Wuzhu again.
Murong Wuzhu scolded, her feet were dust-free, her clothes were fluttering, her bare hands rolled up layers of ripples, and the invisible and insubstantial magic field of heaven was integrated into it, and the mercury poured down to cover the vital parts of the girl in yellow.
She has been practicing the Heavenly Demon Dharma for a long time, and her whole body is like a deep pool, unfathomable. Ordinary second-grade minor masters, and even first-grade Vajra, may be submerged in the deep pool.
"Interesting, interesting." The woman in yellow seemed to be able to handle Murong Wuzhu's offensive with ease. Her sleeves were swung open, and her long and graceful fingers were changing erratically under the night sky. They were full of powerful killing moves. After more than ten moves, not only did he break through the heavenly magic field, but he also neutralized all Murong Wuzhu's attacks and approached him aggressively.
Between the lightning and flint, the woman in yellow pointed out again, breaking through Murong Wuzhu's blockade. Her slender fingers touched the delicate palm, which immediately caused the energy in the latter's body to explode. His delicate body trembled and he floated backwards.
The woman in yellow takes advantage of the victory and pursues him.
Murong Wuzhu's face was slightly pale, but he didn't panic much. He glared at the girl in yellow, took a deep breath, and decided to use his trump card.
"Tonghuang help me."
After the words fell, a strong big hand stopped Murong Wuzhu's slender waist.
At the same time, a palm that would make any woman envious and jealous popped out of the void.
This hand is as crystal clear as jade, as if it has a crystal luster. When waving, it is strong and powerful, and the force is domineering and violent like a volcano erupting.
boom! !
The woman in yellow gave him a palm strike, and suddenly felt a surge of force coming from her. She couldn't help but take two steps back, crushing the floor under her feet.
"Smelly Emperor Tong, you didn't come to help me earlier because you just wanted to see me suffer, right!?" Murong Wuzhu's eyebrows were raised and his beautiful eyes were wide.
"You have been practicing the Heavenly Demon Technique for so long, and you have yet to fight against a real master. I am also testing you."
Yu Liancheng smiled at this explanation, looked at Murong Wuzhu who seemed to be getting angry, and said quickly: "I was wrong, how about this, I will do a trick for you."
"What trick?"
"Change your face!"
While talking to Murong Wuzhu, Yu Liancheng turned yellow, grabbed the red beads that were spinning on the side, and instantly stuffed them into the mouth of the woman in yellow.
The originally murderous woman in yellow suddenly stopped moving, her surging energy was released like a tide, and her beautiful eyes filled with murderous intent became gentle and blank.
"Look, it's changed." Yu Liancheng clapped his hands and smiled.
Murong Wuzhu's pretty face showed surprise.
Not only did he change his face, he simply changed into a different person.
Immediately afterwards, Yu Liancheng pinched the snow-white and smooth chin of the girl in yellow, pulled the Qi machine, and spit out the red bead again.
The gentle and confused girl once again turned into a murderous female devil.
"Look, it's changed back."
The girl in yellow with a hanging sword had just transformed into a female devil, and before she could vent her surging murderous intent, the red bead was inserted again.
"Changed!"
"It's changed back again."
"Haha, look, it's changed again."
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