From a princess in the cold palace, Gou became the supreme martial artist

Chapter 101: Sweeping monk (on)

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"Master, you have made great progress over the years, but you are still not enough in front of me."

Jiang Zirou shook his head and walked sideways.

Her figure was in a trance, and when she reappeared, she was already behind Monk Xuanming.

None of the few people around saw clearly how she left.

I just heard a "chi" sound in a trance.

Monk Xuanming's complexion changed suddenly, he coughed loudly, the energy in his body was continuously drained, his huge body was swollen red, white smoke column rose up, he became dizzy, and then staggered and fell to the ground.

Unbuttoning the cassock, he saw a bright red palm print on his chest.

This palm didn't hurt him at all, but pointed out his shortcomings in body training, but it also made his vitality unable to circulate in a short period of time. Such methods are unimaginable.

"Master!?"

Several disciples turned pale, and hurriedly stretched out their hands to help.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, tell the other masters and uncles about this."

Monk Xuanming pushed away the two young monks beside him.

His face was ugly.

"Okay! Let's go now."

The few disciples didn't dare to delay, leaving one person to take care of Xuankong, and the rest went to notify the sect master, guardian and others.

In the secluded mountain forest, the eminent monks of Xuankong Temple gathered together soon after receiving the news.

"How can this be done?"

In the Bodhidharma courtyard, several old monks turned ugly, and they lowered their heads and talked a lot.

"To be able to subdue Junior Brother Xuanming so easily, I am afraid that this benefactor must be at least a martial arts grand master level expert, and I am afraid that he will have to use the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation!"

The head of the Bodhidharma Institute suggested.

"No, the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation is extremely powerful, so what if it hurts her? How about a few of us attack together and stop her?"

The head of Daozangyuan frowned.

"I'm afraid the few of us are not her opponents..." The host of the Xuankong Temple said with embarrassment: "To be on the safe side, let's do what Bodhidharma said. If there is an accident, we will close the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation in time." good."

"Good!"

The rest of the monks clasped their hands together and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Zirou strolled among the spacious temples of the Hanging Temple.

The scenery here is really good, deep and quiet, full of fun. There are small bridges and flowing water, as well as ancient clocks and old trees. Everything you see is Zen.

Soon, she came to the square under the Demon Town Tower.

The scenery here is open, like a martial arts arena, surrounded by some puppets used to hone the body.

The sun was shining, but it was quiet, and the jagged tree shadows swayed gently in the mountain wind, falling on Jiang Zirou's slender body, and with the strangely colored bronze puppet, the atmosphere seemed a little strange.

She walked slowly through the square, neither sad nor happy, without a trace of fireworks, as beautiful as walking from a painting.

The eminent monks of Xuankong Temple were extremely nervous, and their smooth foreheads were covered with sweat stains.

"Eighteen Bronze Man Formation!"

The abbot of the Xuankong Temple is called Xuanhong, he is the senior brother of Monk Xuanming, the difference in cultivation between the two is almost the same, they are both strong men who are close to the realm of the great master of martial arts.

Seeing Jiang Zirou stepping into the formation of eighteen bronze figures.

He immediately stopped hesitating and roared, "Get ready! Start!"

boom! ! !

The six eminent monks of the Xuankong Temple are in charge of operating the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation. They are all powerful masters at the peak of their masters.

Injected into the Dao Eighteen Bronze Man Formation.

"Crack!"

Jiang Zirou's earlobe moved slightly, and she heard a small sound coming from around.

subsequently.

There was a sound of clicking, and the copper figures that were supposed to be dead began to move.

At the beginning, the movements of these bronze figurines were a little stiff, but soon, the movements became smoother, and the faster they turned out, the more rigid and precise they were in line with the mentality of the moves, they created afterimages under the sun, and the wind roared fiercely.

It's chilling.

Jiang Zirou stopped, raised her eyebrows, and showed a little interest on her face.

"Something!"

Seeing that the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation was successfully launched.

Only then did the abbot of the Xuankong Temple breathe a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

"Amitabha!"

With deep fatigue in his eyes, he said slowly:

"The Eighteen Bronze Man Formation has been activated. Every bronze man here not only practices the top martial art of my Buddhism, but also has infinite strength and is invulnerable. A single bronze man can rival these peak martial arts masters like us.

If the Eighteen Bronze Men make a move together, attacking and defending advances and retreats, all are dispatched, and a strong person in the realm of a great master steps into it rashly, and he will also be severely injured! "

"Good, good!"

The remaining great monks also put their hands together, closed their eyes and sighed softly.

"It's just a pity!"

Monk Xuanhong, the abbot of the Xuankong Temple, showed a relaxed feeling of victory, shook his head and sighed:

"The Eighteen Bronze Human Formation has been passed down for thousands of years, and it was made by the Buddha thousands of years ago. At the beginning, there were a total of 108 statues. Under the operation of power, it can rival the semi-sages. It's a pity that the sea has changed...

After this use, I don't know how many intact bronze figures will be left. "

"As long as you can defend the Demon Suppressing Tower and protect the peace of the world, no matter how much you pay, it will be worth it!"

Monk Xuanming did not know when he came to the Bodhidharma courtyard.

Pale complexion with sorrow.

"makes sense… "

Xuan Hong sighed, but heard the hoarse sound of metal deformation, and when he stared again, he couldn't help shaking his body, and his face turned pale.

Under the Demon Town Tower.

Jiang Zirou raised her left hand high, and with a light squeeze, the vitality of the entire Xuankong Temple's radius of a hundred miles gathered around her body like a whirlpool.

"Roar!"

The wind is surging, and the invisible vitality is transformed into a tangible real dragon under the urging of the all-things-turning-dragon-mind method.

The real dragon is more than a kilometer long, and the wind and clouds change color when it breathes.

Jiang Zirou's hair fluttered, and fireflies seemed to fly by in his eyes.

She held her left hand empty and pressed down slowly.

"Everything has the nature of a dragon!"

Xuan Hong, the abbot of Xuankong Temple, was pale and on the verge of falling, the roar of the real dragon in his ears was like rolling thunder, and his heart was trembling endlessly.

The giant claws of the real dragon transformed from vitality pressed down.

"boom!"

The Xuankong Temple trembled, and the eighteen bronze figures froze on the spot. The sound of metal tearing came from it, as if the power of heaven was covering them. The eighteen bronze figures first twisted and deformed, and then tore apart, turning into pools of metal discus, sticking to the ground .

Only then did Jiang Zirou stop.

Taking a step forward, the figure has disappeared from the sight of many eminent monks in the Xuankong Temple.

Monk Xuan Hong's face became paler, and finally he was in a trance, staggered and fell to the ground.

Xuanming stood behind him and supported him.

There was also a panicked expression on his face, "Brothers, what should I do?"

All are speechless.

On the other hand, Xuanhong took a breath, stood up from Xuanming's arms, with a sad face, "I can only let nature take its course..."

The Eighteen Bronze Man Formation was broken.

There was no obstacle in front of Jiang Zirou, and he drove straight in. When the figure appeared again, he had already arrived in front of the Demon Town Tower.

Outside the Zhenmo Tower is a stone forest.

The inscriptions are in pieces, the arhat glared, and the majesty is solemn, which makes people unconsciously feel awe.

The Demon Suppressing Tower is hundreds of feet high, and it is quite grand. The top of the tower goes straight into the sky, surrounded by dark clouds all year round, and thunder rings in the ears from time to time. The sky is dark, and the gloomy wind blows through. magic way.

"For thousands of years, the Demon Suppressing Tower has indeed imprisoned many demons... But today, its mission is coming to an end!"

The essence of demons is demonic energy.

Demon energy cannot be eliminated, it can only be suppressed or assimilated.

Therefore, outside the demon world, monsters cannot be truly killed, but can only be suppressed in special buildings or utensils.

But this also leads to another hidden danger.

It's okay if the time is short, but if the time is long, these originally weak monsters will be imprisoned in one place, devouring each other and assimilating each other. Over time, these monsters are likely to merge into a big monster that will cause trouble in the world.

This is the real disaster.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zirou couldn't help but feel a little worried about his disciple.

The monsters in the world of origin have been suppressed for thousands of years. Ling Xiao stayed in the Demon Suppressing Tower for more than ten days, and he didn't know whether the situation at the moment was good or bad.

She looked away.

Seeing no one around, with a thought, he planned to walk into the Demon Suppressing Tower.

A mere town demon tower.

It also couldn't stop Jiang Zirou, who had half stepped into the extraordinary realm.

However, never thought about it.

Jiang Zirou stepped forward, but saw a thin figure walking from the depths of the stone forest. He was dressed in commoner clothes, slightly stooped, with an old face, long eyebrows hanging down from his cheeks, and looked a little kind.

"From love comes sorrow, and from love comes fear.

If you are separated from your beloved, you will have no worries and no fears! "

The old man was holding a broom in his hand, and there was no trace of smoke on his body.

He clasped his hands together, with a smile on his face, and put the broom in his hand aside. Then he seriously bowed his head to Jiang Zirou and said earnestly:

"Benefactor... please go back!"