There were a series of tents pitched on the snowy top of Ladandong Peak. They were so large that even though there were no obvious signs, Wen Leyang, who had just climbed up the mountain, could guess that they were the camps of Kunlun disciples. Apart from them, there would be no such tents nearby. Huge team. Www. QUAbEn-XIAoShUo. cOm Although Kunlun disciples are monks, they are still human beings in the final analysis. Especially on the snowy top where the wind is fierce and water drips into ice, they also need to camp and rest.
Kunlun Taoism has its own magic. Even Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness, which is free from nature, could not detect them before setting foot on the top of the mountain. But now Wen Leyang has no time to sigh, but is full of horror and a few other people They looked at each other, the whole camp was too quiet!
The spiritual sense was ineffective. It stands to reason that when Wen Leyang discovered the camp, the Kunlun disciples should also be able to discover them.
Kunlun Dao is one of the five blessings of the righteous path in the world, and its disciples are well-trained. However, now Wen Leyang and others are only a few dozen meters away from the camp. Except for the roar of the strong wind, there is no other sound in the huge camp. , deathly silence, Wen Leyang suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, this place was not like a camp, but more like a cemetery.
The rising sun seemed warm but was actually weak. The pale sunlight barely penetrated the howling wind on the top of the mountain and swayed over the camp. Not only did it fail to bring a trace of warmth, it actually created a sense of darkness.
Before the others could speak, Jisong was the first to jump out. He raised his bony chest towards them and said coldly: "I'll go first!" Then he turned around and looked at the camp and roared loudly: "Who hurt my protector?" Mountain beast, come out quickly and die!" As he said this, he moved his hands, and the diamond bell in his arms suddenly rose into the air, jingling and shaking.
Potu's face became obviously angry. The two spiders in Jisong's mouth were also mountain guardian beasts, which made Potu feel very frustrated.
The sound of the Vajra bell became more and more urgent, but there was still no response. Ji Song's face was full of impatience, and he suddenly started to sing the tantric mantra: "Self-loose, self-loose, stud! Zi-loose, self-loose, stud..."
Wen Leyang thought he was going to use his magical power to bombard the camp. He moved slightly and was about to stop him when the Lama Rangjiong beside him suddenly let out a sigh and stretched out his hand to stop Wen Leyang. The big lama's expression was surprised at first, then turned into puzzlement, and then an unstoppable smile rushed onto his big dark face.
The seven-character mantra did not become louder against the background of the ringtone, but became clearer and clearer. Even Wen Leyang and others standing aside felt refreshed, as if they had just woken up from a hangover and drank a large glass of cold water. It felt like my body suddenly became excited. But other than that, I didn't see any other magical powers flying out and blasting into the camp.
Ji Song recited the seven-character mantra several times. Converging magical powers quickly. He strolled back to Wen Leyang and others. He said calmly: "There is no one here!"
Next to him, the great Lama Rangjiong suddenly burst into earth-shattering laughter. It startled everyone. Even the strong wind fled in front of his laughter: "Old friend Jisong, are you chanting the refreshing spell?"
The only use of this mantra is to refresh your mind.
All of a sudden Wen Leyang and others were dumbfounded. Jisong pretended for a long time. It turned out to be a wake-up call for the Kunlun Taoist priests. The wake-up call was blown for a long time, but the Taoist priests were not seen getting up. So there is no one in the camp now.
Everyone finally understands. Jisong is sharp in color and soft on the inside but strong on the outside and dry in the middle. He really wouldn't dare to directly use the magic weapon to destroy the Kunlun Dao camp. I don’t want to lose face. Then he ran up and sang the "Invigorating Mantra" to the Kunlun Taoist priest.
Potu gave Ji Song a hard look. He waved his hand to Wen Leyang: "Let's go in. The lama is protecting three mortals!"
Gu Xiaojun and others all jumped down from their respective vehicles. The big lama held the human bone beads in his hand, like a big mountain, firmly blocking them behind him. Ji Song still had the stern look on his face with his hands behind his back. With a ruthless look, he murmured coldly: "If you hurt my snow spider, you will always have to repay it with your life!" But the man stood motionless...
Wen Leyang shouted to the camp: "Liu Zheng, we are coming in!" No matter whether there was someone inside or not, this greeting was always given. After shouting, he and Potu nodded, and the two of them started to rush towards the camp side by side. .
The camp was suppressed by Taoist magic, and neither Wen Leyang nor Potu or Jean Jiongdi could detect the true situation. However, this kind of magic was released to the outside but did not protect the inside. When Wen Leyang stepped into the camp, he felt as if he had suddenly entered. Like a big soap bubble that formed a world of its own, spiritual consciousness suddenly became clear and spread toward the camp!
And the moment Wen Leyang and Po Tu entered the camp, the colorful flags inserted in every corner of the camp shook violently, and all turned into a puff of blue smoke amid a thunderous roar from the sky. Potu was stunned for a moment, then his face suddenly changed and he screamed: "There is a ban here..." Before he finished speaking, tens of thousands of thunders suddenly exploded in the sky, and in the tearing roar, a sharp purple arc appeared. It was like a torrential rain pouring down on the two of them!
In addition to the rolling thunder like a maze, there are also layers of roaring flames, countless boulders breaking through the sky, and several sword dragons running rampant... I am afraid that the mountain closure restriction of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain is no more than this. The young master Liu Zheng this time I brought all my belongings with me.
The few people outside were all shocked. The big lama reacted very quickly. His fat body rolled up and a layer of fire clouds rushed towards the camp. As soon as the mantra of the Tathagata of the Sun came out, the mantra of the bright mantra immediately reached the peaks. In response, a muffled sound rose to the sky, and the string of blackened human bone beads in his hand suddenly shattered, causing thousands of Buddha lights to hit the forbidden area in the camp!
The bone beads are made from the brow bones or top bones of lamas who have achieved great success in practice. A lama can only take one, so one hundred and eight beads are the blessings of one hundred and eight accomplished lamas. The power of thousands of years of accumulated practice burst out in the mantra of light. This is the most powerful tantric magical power that Jiong Neng can use!
The killing ban from the Kunlun Dao, the Tantric divine power from the lama, the golden poison swirling up from Wen Leyang's feet, the unrestrained earth-moving demonic energy spurting out from the screams of the earth-shattering beasts, the four magical powers are like a raging wind. The sun and the moon were shattered, entangled together like the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. I don’t know who caused the bursts of pain, and the sound was like a knife that shattered the thousand-year tranquility of Tanggula into pieces!
With a bang, the first person to sit on the ground with a pale face was Jisong. The colorful stream of light caused by the magic weapon made his horrified pupils extremely dazzling, like laser chips...
It was not until a long time later that the extremely powerful Taoist law gradually dissipated, and the thick smoke was blown away by the roaring wind. Wen Leyang and the big pangolin supported each other, shook Lao Gu and others a few times, and finally fell down. Again.
Lama
It turned into hundreds of wisps of red cloth, which were plastered on the body with a sense of joy. She turned pale due to the lack of strength, turned half a circle on the spot, and then lay down straight.
When others stumbled into the camp, Wen Leyang and Po Tu, who had turned into the real form of the monster, placed two big characters on the ground... Po Tu placed a wooden character on the ground and looked at each other with a silly smile. The two of them were covered from head to toe. The wounds are so deep that you can see the bones, and they are open like a doll’s mouth, either crying or laughing...
When Fei Fei saw that Wen Leyang was still alive, his eye circles suddenly turned red. His mouth twitched a few times as if he wanted to cry, but he finally held it back. Then he saw that Wen Leyang was still smiling, and he stamped his feet anxiously and angrily. After kicking his feet, he said in a choked voice: "Why are you laughing so hard? You will be lucky if you don't die!" Then he started to bandage his wounds.
Wen Leyang reluctantly took a breath: "Is Lama Rangjiong okay?"
Fei Fei looked back and saw that Ji Song was hurriedly helping Rang Jiong up. Although the lama was also in an awkward state and seriously injured, he actually had a silly smile on his face.
Xiaosha looked at Potu, Wen Leyang, and then at Lama Rangjiong, his little eyes filled with confusion.
Others don't understand how fulfilling it is for the three masters with different cultivation levels to work together to overcome the shockingly powerful restriction in the camp. The three brothers are laughing now not just after escaping from death, but It was like a first-grade child who had just scored 100% on the exam. He was so satisfied that he could do nothing but laugh.
With such a sharp restriction, even top masters such as Changli, Hanbao, and Zhuizi will be caught off guard and run into trouble. Although they won't lose their lives, if they don't do it well, they will lose their fortune.
The big pangolin writhed for a long time before turning over, smiling weakly at the big lama: "Rangjiong, I owe you one time for breaking the ground!"
Wen Leyang also stood up with the help of Xiaosha, his legs and feet were trembling, and shouted to the great lama: "Thank you for saving me!"
The three of them each used their best strength to withstand this life-threatening magical power that was comparable to a catastrophe. If not for Jean Jiong's full body cultivation to take action in time, Wen Leyang and the pangolin would have been in a much worse situation.
Rang Jiong waved his hand and almost threw his arm away. He grinned in pain and laughed ugly: "I saved you all easily, don't worry about it."
The pangolin spit out a mouthful of bloody spit, shook its head and cursed: "Shun Shun? Has Shun's robe turned into a fishing net?"
After saying that, the three of them laughed loudly together!
Wen Leyang laughed so hard that he almost fell apart. Then he stopped laughing, looked around the camp, and then sincerely praised: "Kunlun Taoism is amazing!"
The top of the mountain was smashed into pieces by the extremely powerful ban just now, but not a single tent in the camp fell down. The sword dragon flames just now greeted Wen Leyang and Potu, and the storm-like attack didn't even reach the tents. Come on.
Gu Xiaojun carefully opened a tent, and the big pangolin broke through the ground and said from the side: "There is no one in the camp!" His spiritual consciousness had already swept through the camp before he was banned from moving. It was empty and there was no one at all. The brigade The Kunlun Taoist priests don’t even know where they are.
Potu is in a good mood now. After surviving the catastrophe, he looks good to everyone, and Gu Xiaojun also takes advantage of it.
After saying that, Potu chuckled and added: "Having used such a powerful restriction, there will be some ambush later. If you want to search, you can search, it won't be a problem."
Feifei and Shouzhugan Jisong stayed in place to take care of the three seriously injured people who closed their eyes and used poison, true essence, and demon essence to heal their wounds. Lao Gu took Xiao Sha and quickly began to search the camp.
Fei Fei was so careful that he was afraid that they would feel the cold on the top of the mountain even though they were seriously injured, so he used the solid fuel he brought with him to light a bonfire in front of them. This was the most adequate equipment Fei Fei had brought since he was on a hiking mission, mainly because of the transportation. Better.
Although the injuries of the wounded were terrible and serious, several of them were people with extraordinary bodies and bones. Especially those who practiced Wen Leyang's method of physical body sanctification and recovered very quickly. Not only had they stopped bleeding on their own, but if you look closely, the wounds were growing. Tender granulation sprouts appeared and began to heal slowly; Lama and Potu both carried rare elixirs on their bodies. Although the three of them could not recover immediately, as long as they rested peacefully, it would only take a day or two to regain some vitality.
Among the seven people in the group, the one who was most shocked was Ji Song. He had never fought against Rang Jiong before. Although he had tried it with Wen Leyang, it was not the kind of magical contest where magic weapons were flying everywhere. Ji Song knew that these people were more capable than anyone else. I am big, but I never expected that I would be so big. The sharp restriction just now, even if I brushed against it, I would be stunned. The three brothers actually showed their magical powers and resisted forcefully.
Ji Song laughed a few times with admiration on his face. He wanted to find something to say. After holding it in for a long time, he spat fiercely: "Is this camp from Kunlun Road? What a shame, no one wants to leave such a fierce person." Ban!"
As soon as the words fell, Lama Rangjiong and Potu opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other. The lama pondered for a moment before speaking, as if talking to himself, and as if asking Potu again: "There is no one in the camp." , are you going to use a ban to suppress this place?”
The big pangolin shook its pointed head and made a puzzled expression. There were several question marks on the face of a house-sized lizard, which was really scary.
Wen Leyang originally didn't want to talk to Ji Song, but now he heard the other two companions talking, he opened his eyes and asked inexplicably: "What do you mean?"
Potu knew that Wen Leyang didn't understand anything, so he had the rare patience to explain to him: "Those Taoist banners that move the restrictions are all magic weapons that the Taoists have worked hard to refine. The Kunlun disciples are only leaving to deal with the enemy. They should not treat such powerful The magic weapon stays..."
Wen Leyang seemed to understand something: "Those flags... Dao flags, can they be used as magic weapons when fighting enemies?" After seeing the other two people nodding, he finally realized that those Dao flags can activate powerful restrictions, which shows that they are extremely precious. Kunlun disciples came out in large numbers, and they were definitely not going hunting. If they wanted to deal with the enemy, these powerful Taoist flags and magic weapons should be carried with them instead of guarding these empty tents.
Jisong didn't pay attention to what they said, he just stared at Wen Leyang with a horrified face, wondering in his heart that this boy had amazing magical powers, how could he not even understand that Taoist flags could be used as magic weapons to bombard enemies...
Wen Leyang pondered for a while before slowly speaking: "There is something important...in this camp? So you left the flags behind to form a forbidden guard?"
The big pangolin roared with joy, black
His eyes were full of greed: "Just bring it to compensate Kunlun Cow Nose for hurting me." After speaking, he paused for a moment, and then added with great loyalty: "We are divided between the three of you. You two are also injured!"
Wen Leyang rubbed his palms in embarrassment: "We are all acquaintances, so it's a little hard to start with, right?"
Rang Jiong chuckled and shook his head, then brought the topic back: "There is another possibility that the Kunlun disciples encountered some emergency and left in a hurry, so they did not have time to lift the restriction and retrieve the Taoist flag... Of course, if it is to protect the baby more Okay!" As he said this, the lama's eyes also shone brightly. He could imagine how precious the treasure that was protected by such a severe restriction would be.
At this time, Gu Xiaojun, who had just emerged from the tent, suddenly spoke and accepted the lama's words: "I don't think there may be a treasure! The first half of the master's sentence is reliable!" As he said this, he threw over a robe commonly used by Taoist disciples. .
With a bang, the robe fell in front of several people, and everything inside was thrown out. There were more than a dozen cinnabar talismans. Even with the strong wind on the top of the snow, even a single corner of these talismans could not be turned over. Obviously, the talismans were They all have very good mana attached to them and are not afraid of the wind at all.
In addition to the talisman seal, there is also a yellow jade Tianshui Ling and an iron Bagua in the bag.
Potu is the mountain-protecting beast of the Qilian Immortal Sect, and it can be regarded as a natural knowledge of the Taoist lineage. After seeing these things, his expression was solemn and disappointed: "These things are magic weapons that monks have worked hard to refine, and they are always carried with them!"
Xiaosha also collected a lot of Taoist magic weapons from several tents, such as the Four Method Seal, the Tribulation-Breaking Staff, the Yin-Yang Mirror, the Phoenix Feather Fan, the Sky Fire Mirror... In short, there are all kinds of things, and everything is engraved with Kunlun's name. Po Tu quickly browsed through the marks, and said to Wen Leyang: "The power is just that, but it is undoubtedly a magic weapon carried by Taoist priests!" After saying that, several people looked at Gu Xiaojun inquiringly.
Gu Xiaojun understood what everyone meant and immediately replied: "These things are in the package or luggage that you carry with you, and they are placed within easy reach next to the bed. In addition," Lao Gu's eyes were obviously sharp for a moment, and then returned to normal in the blink of an eye. : "There are also flying swords! Some tents still have unfastened flying swords, all in their sheaths."
Xiao Sha also stopped searching, walked up to everyone and continued to add: "There are still blue robes scattered in the tent!" After saying that, he looked at Ji Song: "Your spider is showing courtesy to a robe."
No one was amused by Xiao Sha's joke. Everyone took a deep breath, and they all understood that something happened to the Kunlun disciples!
When the Kunlun disciples left, the restriction was still there, so it was obvious that no enemy had invaded. The camp was neat and tidy, with no trace of fighting at all. It seemed that the Kunlun disciples had evacuated on their own, but the magic weapons that would never leave their bodies when facing the enemy were all thrown into the tent. What happened? It can make the Kunlun disciples whose skills have improved by leaps and bounds be so hasty that they don't even want to fly swords anymore!
Wen Leyang thought deeply and said tentatively: "Could it be...a bug? That kind of weird thing?"
That kind of monster has a body of true water. It can escape the spiritual consciousness of Wen Leyang and others, and may also be able to escape the restricted monitoring of the camp. Moreover, they can swim in the ice cap without any hindrance.
Potu let out a laugh: "If this is a camp of ten or even a hundred people, it may be an insect dry land, but when there are thousands of monks, no one can notice when they are attacked by insects?! Even if they are all controlled by the insects in the end, There will be a sequence, no one triggers the restriction, and no one uses the magical flying sword. According to me, it may not be an insect!"
Jisong couldn't bear it any longer, and he rolled his strange eyes and asked everyone: "What kind of insect? What you are talking about is so mysterious!"
Rang Jiong told him about the monsters they encountered. Jisong's eyes widened even more, and he made an expression of horror for the first time today: "This kind of thing... is unheard of, in Gradandong, no, in the entire Tanggula Mountains. It’s never happened before!”
Wen Leyang took a long breath: "No more guessing, let's find a way to find someone!" He tried to move his body, then smiled bitterly and shook his head and asked Rang Jiong and Pangolin: "How long do you have?"
When the restriction was first released, they didn't feel anything. Now that their true power was roaming around to repair their bodies, they felt that their limbs and bones were about to fall apart. Wen Leyang couldn't use any strength at all when he tried just now.
Rang Jiong also smiled bitterly and sighed: "It will take a day and a half...the fastest."
Potu’s answer was more straightforward: “Same as a lama!”
It is not easy to recover from such a serious injury. The time they mentioned is only to temporarily restore some vitality, to be able to move on one's own, and to at least have the power to hit an enemy when encountering it.
But Wen Leyang smiled mindlessly and said happily: "I'm faster than both of you!"
Although he can't use any strength now, he knows that his body recovers very quickly, and he can jump up and hit the wrong punch in a day at most. For the method of sanctifying the physical body, this kind of trauma can be avoided as long as he doesn't die. No matter how serious it is, we can reply as soon as possible.
The lama and the pangolin curled their lips together and began to close their eyes to heal their wounds with disdain.
Lao Gu and Xiao Sha also stood up and continued to search other tents. Ji Song smiled at Wen Leyang, carefully hiding his flattery: "Little brother's skills are so wonderful..."
Before he finished speaking, the giant pangolin, which had just closed its eyes, suddenly opened its eyes again and snorted coldly from its nose. Jisong was startled and quickly continued: "The magical beast's skills are also extremely mysterious! "
The pangolin coughed: "I'm not pointing it at you! Hehe..." Half-smiling, he suddenly turned to Wen Leyang and said in a tone of voice: "Yang!"
Wen Leyang was stunned for a moment, and then his spiritual consciousness noticed something. He frowned and shook his head with a wry smile: "Why is he here?"
Ji Song immediately jumped up, holding the vajra in his hand, and asked with a vigilant face: "Enemy?"
There was a click, the sound of the gun bolt being pulled. Bingxue's smart Fei Fei had already guessed who it was. He held Form 92 in his hand and answered Jisong with a smile: "Probably not, but I can't say for sure!"
The lama smiled faintly, turned around and said to Fei Fei: "Don't worry, girl, if he has any evil thoughts, even if the lama can't stand up, it will be difficult for him to enter reincarnation!" After saying that, he took out one from his arms with great effort. King Kong stuck his pout into the snow in front of him.
After about ten minutes, a dark head slowly poked its head out of the rock. It stood out among the white snow on the ground. Wen Leyang's African brother Tuta Tunte came. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUAbEn-XIAoShUo.com)