After entering the Tai Chi Guizong realm, Zhou Yi immediately felt that every part of his body and every limb contained unimaginable powerful skills. Facing the golden giant Buddha bombarding him head-on, he let out a long roar and immediately drew his sword to fight back!
The advancing Yang Fire immediately turns into retreating Yin Talisman, and the immortal trace suddenly appears. At this moment, with the supreme power of Tai Chi Guizong, the power is more than doubled.
The mighty sword energy hit the giant Vajra Buddha formed by the condensed energy head-on, and the air instantly stagnated.
boom!
Just like igniting thousands of tons of explosives, the strong air explosion sounded, and the violent wind suddenly shot out in all directions, lifting up the white marble floor tiles several meters deep. Sand and gravel mixed with bricks, like a hailstorm, fell on the people dozens of feet away.
Before the smoke and dust had dispersed, a figure in tattered clothes and covered in blood suddenly flew out from the thick smoke. The masked monk was defeated in one move and was obviously seriously injured. He fled in panic and flew straight to the alchemy room.
How can we let such a powerful enemy who possesses the "Xi Sui Jing" go back to the mountains
Zhou Yi hurriedly displayed his supreme body skills and turned into a meteor, chasing after the masked monk. The two figures were like two gusts of wind, one black and one white, flying into the alchemy room one after another.
Zhou Yi rushed into the alchemy room and suddenly saw a huge black shadow rushing towards him. Zhou Yi quickly dodged and took a closer look. He found that the black shadow was actually a person wrapped in a black sack with only a big bald head sticking out. It was actually a little monk
Zhou Yi exerted force with one hand and placed the little monk steadily aside. He was about to continue chasing the masked monk, but the little monk suddenly let out a loud scream. The sound penetrated his heart and made his scalp tingle.
Looking back, he saw beads of sweat pouring out of the young monk, and it was obvious that he was in great pain... ... While Zhou Yi was hesitating, he saw the masked monk quickly escape from the back door of the alchemy room. Zhou Yi couldn't help but swear in Chinese, then turned around and checked the situation of the young monk.
Zhou Yi also knew that he had no relationship with the little monk, and at this moment when the enemy was at the doorstep and the situation was difficult, how could he be too soft-hearted? However, every time Zhou Yi looked at the little monk, he inexplicably developed a strange feeling and couldn't help wanting to help him.
"Oh!" Zhou Yi sighed and slowly sent the Jiuxiao true energy into his body, gradually calming the little monk's situation.
As soon as Zhou Yi's true qi entered the little monk's body, Zhou Yi suddenly felt countless streams of true qi quickly flowing out of the little monk's body, instantly sweeping away the previous empty feeling in his dantian. Moreover, this internal force was not only profound and mysterious, but also extremely familiar to Zhou Yi!
Is this the "Marrow Washing Sutra" used by the masked monk before
The "Xisui Jing" is extremely profound. How could this little monk, who possesses such peerless skills, be trapped here? Moreover, his dantian is actually empty. Could it be...
Zhou Yi suddenly thought of the masked monk's sinister and vicious Huiyuan Blood Hand, and thought to himself: Could it be that this little monk was trapped here by the masked monk, and is constantly absorbing the little monk's skills in the "Xisui Jing" to strengthen himself
At this time, with the continuous infusion of Jiuxiao True Qi, the condition of the little monk gradually improved and he slowly regained consciousness.
He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Zhou Yi, and said, "Donor... who... are you?"
"How did you get here?" The young monk touched his head, looked around, and said, "I am a third-generation disciple of Miyin Temple, with the Buddhist name Muyu. After Miyin Temple was conquered by the 'heir of the divine palm', Molantuo, I have been temporarily living in Shaolin Temple. The abbot showed me love and taught me the magical skill of the 'Marrow Washing Sutra'. But one day when I was practicing in the back mountain, I was knocked unconscious. After I woke up, I came here! I don't know the details..."
"Miyin Temple?" Zhou Yi frowned. He didn't know much about Buddhism, and he had never heard of the name of Miyin Temple. However, the fact that this person was able to obtain the "Xisui Jing" from Shaolin Temple showed his extraordinaryness. However, he was so frank and honest, telling everything with a dull expression, and it was obvious that he had no scheming in his heart. Could it be that he was a fool like Xu Zhu
Zhou Yi quickly pulled up Mu Yu's hand and said, "Time is running out. We can talk about this later. Do you want to deal with those who kidnapped you?"
"Of course!" Mu Yu nodded vigorously and said, "I really want to know who those people are and why they kidnapped me. But I can't say how to deal with them. After all, when will the cycle of revenge end? May the Buddha have mercy on me, I will definitely... Hey! Hey! Hey! Donor, I haven't finished yet?"
Without waiting for Mu Yu to finish speaking, Zhou Yi grabbed his hand and ran straight to the imperial palace, completely ignoring Mu Yu who was still chattering.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Yi's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the time when he was in Wudang Mountain. At that time, Zhang Sanfeng was sitting on a big rock in the back mountain, with his legs crossed, and asked Zhou Yi to serve him carefully behind him, and talked to him freely.
"My little disciple! Remember this, if you encounter those bald monks from Shaolin Temple in the future, you should either fight them directly or turn around and run away. Don't ever give them a chance to talk back! Sigh! If you talk too much, it will only make you cry!"
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The numerous obstacles set up by the Rakshasa Cult were finally broken through one by one by Su Haoran and his companions. Nie Han, Bu Lingchen, Su Haoran and the others rushed to the imperial city one after another, which immediately boosted the morale of everyone and the situation improved greatly!
But the Rakshasa Sect has many masters after all, the 'Sword of Death' takes away souls, the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings, the Black-hearted Old Demon, the Rakshasa Stick Demon, etc. all take action one by one, plus the Imperial City Guards summoned by Zhao Yanhao, the battle situation is still difficult to see victory!
"Emperor Bing, don't waste your time!" Zhao Yanhao stood on his horse and shouted, "Look around you. No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you can't fight your way out of this huge army. For the sake of your brothers who have fought bloody battles with you, surrender now!"
"Bullshit!" The Jiushao Dingyin Sword vibrated violently, and the sound waves of the sword spread wantonly. Qin Ge shouted angrily: "We are not the kind of people who are afraid of death. Since we have decided to fight for the Ninth Prince today, we must not return until we win!"
"Well said!" A deafening roar suddenly came from afar, the sound like metal and stone cracking, which shows that the internal strength of the person who came is truly extraordinary.
At this time, everyone heard a faint sound in their ears, like a muffled thunder, coming from the distant horizon, and gradually the thunder became louder and louder.
The Great Ming Cult's Zun Mingshu's five senses were far superior to those of ordinary people. His face changed drastically as he said, "It's the sound of horse hooves. There are at least several thousand people, heading straight for the palace."
At this moment, when everyone was stunned by the thrilling sound of horse hooves, a figure in snow-white clothes suddenly landed on the top of the palace. From a distance, he looked like a god!
"Song Wen from Lingnan, with three thousand soldiers from the Song family, has come to pay a visit to the Jade Rakshasa of the West!" (To be continued)