Although I can't say that I completely understand it, Changli has confirmed the situation of the spirit child back then, and probably guessed the reason why the Liujin Fire Bell could be summoned by me. www,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,coM
His eyes were so bright that almost everyone was caught in them and unable to extricate themselves. He smiled happily and said: "His wrong punch can break all kinds of spells in the world!"
At the beginning, Wen Leyang hit Yu Lingzi's flying sword with a wrong fist. While erasing Yu Lingzi's soul attached to the 'Fire Tail', it also loosened the self-seal of Jian Dan, revealing a little of the soul power of the fire element. , I was convinced that I was the psychic insect king. As soon as I saw the power of the same origin that was beneficial to me, I immediately pounced on it and absorbed it.
After finishing speaking, looking at Wen Leyang's still puzzled expression, he suddenly remembered something, and just shook his head and said with a smile: "Don't ask me why I took the soul power that can dissolve the sword's gall, I don't know either!"
For others, even if they break the seal, they don't know how to refine the soul power within it, but for me, absorbing the power of the same source and using it for my own use is just an instinct.
Just like the top monks, they cannot practice photosynthesis.
Guohuan had just guessed the reason why I could command the Flowing Golden Fire Bell after taking it, but he opened his mouth half a second late and was overtaken by Li. He was very upset. Now a large part of his lines had been taken away by others, so he had to make up for the omission: "Now the sword gallbladder is still full of fire, and the seal should still be there. Last time, the insects only sucked away a very small part. If the soul power is lost, the sword gallbladder will be turned into powder."
Wen Leyang's skill back then was still shallow, and one round of wrong punches was far from enough to break the seal of the sword's gallbladder. It only revealed a trace of soul power, which I absorbed and sucked away.
Bao Huan chuckled, as if talking to himself or telling others: "Now I finally understand why the summoning of the Flowing Gold Fire Bell doesn't work sometimes. In the final analysis, it's because my soul power is too concentrated." few."
Wen Leyang nodded first, and then shook his head. Bao Huan's statement sounded like an explanation at first, but he always felt that something was wrong.
Mr. Wen and the uncle were both happy now, and kept urging, hoping that Wen Leyang would immediately smash the seal with his wrong fist, and then let me drink the soul power until I was full. Whoever dares to mess with Wen Leyang in the future would eat me first. !
Seeing Wen Leyang's hesitation, he thought he was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to kill Jian Dan, so he reassured him with a smile: "The humanoid clone can think and move, but after entering the world, it was tainted with human nature and became a simple living person. But Jian Dan is different. Although it It is also a clone, the soul of a giant sword, but it can only instinctively absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to strengthen the flying sword, which is no different from the carrots you often eat. Don’t think that you can kill people after refining the sword gallbladder... "
Wen Leyang really didn't expect this level. Now that he heard Master Changli's words, he felt more at ease. He laughed and nodded, put me on his shoulders, raised the small dragonfly sword Fire Tail, and deeply I took a breath, suddenly stretched out my other hand, and flicked my five fingers together, making a series of crisp sounds. It sounded indescribably comfortable. I was convinced and understood the master's intention. Fatty Du's body was tensed upright, and Ang was almost standing on Wen Leyang's shoulders. He didn't know whether he was excited or excited, but his little head was trembling slightly.
But he shook his head: "If the bug is on you, it may not be able to withstand the force of the seal's shock." As he spoke, he took me in and took it into his hand with a swipe of catkins. The bug immediately lay down and rolled around, trying to please everyone's big boss.
The small fire-tailed sword began to tremble rapidly with Wen Leyang's wrong fist. Countless fire patterns rippled on the sword like water waves awakened, becoming more and more fiery and enchanting. It was also red as if blood was about to spurt out at any moment.
Wen Leyang only felt that the originally cold sword gall in his hand gradually became hot, and then it seemed as if he was holding a small sun with fierce flames in his hand. The poison of life and death surged through his body, and he tried his best to resist the hot heat that invaded the body from the sword gall. After resisting, Wen Leyang's body shook after a moment, and the dragon skin armor hidden in his body automatically jumped out to protect the master without being summoned. The huge bone snake composed of dragon bones also jumped out of the air angrily and circled around the small sword. He kept showing his fangs and was ready to strike, wanting to swallow the sword in one gulp while it was fighting against its master.
His expression was also unusually solemn, and he raised his hand to spread demonic energy to protect the three old men and uncle Wen Tunhai in the room. Later, at the request of the uncle, he used another demonic element to cover the treasure chest...
The temperature in the room suddenly rose. With a muffled bang, Wen Leyang's whole body was covered with a layer of flames. The dragon's leather armor immediately spread and wrapped Wen Leyang from head to toe, struggling to block the distance between the flames and his master. But Wen Leyang's right hand never stopped, hitting the small sword Fire Tail crazily with wrong fists.
The original crisp knocking sound has turned into a majestic thumping sound, like the bell of the Lingxiao Temple, being struck by the golden armored warrior, shaking the sky! Finally, after nearly an hour of stalemate, the sound suddenly became hoarse. Wen Leyang only felt a light touch on his body, and the flames that were about to burn through his bones suddenly disappeared. The sword gall also became devoid of any warmth, but at the same time it bloomed. With the eye-catching red color, the once light and nimble little sword turned out to be heavier than ten thousand pounds. Wen Leyang's wrist was shaken so hard that he could no longer hold the little sword with his strength.
Like a huge earthquake when Mount Tai collapsed, the sword fell to the ground. Almost at the same time, I let out a cheer and flew away in the gorgeous arc of fire. I held the sword tightly and refused to let go.
Wen Leyang knew that he was finally done, and his body lost strength for a moment, and he threw his head up and fell to the ground. Chang Li couldn't bear it, and he closed his eyes tightly when he hit the brick on the back of Wen Leyang's head. Wen Tunhai stomped his feet in confusion: "You should give him a hand!"
She rolled her eyes at him and said, "What if my sleeves are torn again?" After saying that, he screamed suddenly and stretched out a jade-like palm to the confused Grandpa Wen: " Seventy-three thousand!”
Wen Le Yangyang got up and almost fell back down again when he heard Chang Li mentioning old things again.
The uncle didn't know about Miao Jiang's sleeve incident yet, so he looked at Chang Li with confusion in his eyes: "What's seventy-three thousand?"
Surprisingly patient, he took the trouble to explain the relationship between Chanel and Qiwansan, Xiu Xiu and Wen Leyang. When speaking, he always spread his palms and persistently placed them in front of Grandpa Wen.
Grandpa could hardly stand still. He looked at Grandmaster Changli for a while, and for a while he looked at Wen Leyang. His expression gradually changed from shock to anger. After confirming that the unit of value of 73,000 land was 'yuan', the anger turned into It became a grievance...
After finishing the matter, he made an expression that was 10,000 times more aggrieved than the great grandfather, and pouted his red lips: "This money will always have to be paid back." After saying that, he made an empathetic smile and said: " I just need to prepare it before I leave, there is no rush now." She was not in a hurry.
Hands, after traveling in the world for several years, she has learned the phrase "a monk can't run away from the temple".
The uncle stretched out a finger and pointed at Wen Leyang tremblingly. He was speechless for a long time, and the wrinkles on his old face were tightly squeezed into a ball.
Wen Tunhai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As a grown-up, he was good at everything, but the older he got, the more he became obsessed with money. He just hurriedly stretched out from the side and pretended to be silent, and said without saying anything to help his precious nephew: "I've been struggling all night, I'm tired. Very early in the morning... Huh?" Halfway through speaking, the uncle looked at the dark window out of the window in surprise, and closed his mouth in surprise.
After returning to Jiuding Mountain from Wen Leyang, reporting on the trip to the plateau, refining the magic weapon in the furnace, mobilizing the whole village to find the treasure, and breaking the seal of the sword, more than ten hours have passed unknowingly. Even if the winter dawn comes late, now It's time for dawn. I looked at my watch and it was already past nine o'clock in the morning, but it was still dark outside.
Everyone in the room was a little surprised, even they blinked inexplicably and led everyone out of the house.
People in the village had long noticed that it was dark, but they all thought it was some kind of celestial phenomenon, and no one dared to disturb Grandpa and Chang Li.
Wen Leyang looked up at the sky at a loss. There were no stars or moon in the sky, and there was no red sun. The sky on Jiuding Mountain seemed to be covered by a thick black cloth. Looking at the darkness in the sky for a little longer, it would appear There was an unsteady dizziness coming over me, as if my whole body was being sucked in by the darkness.
There seemed to be something floating gently in the direction of the deep mountains. After Wen Leyang used his eyesight, he could barely see that it was a black ink-like cloud, just like floating catkins. It seemed soft and weak, but in fact it was It was extremely fast, condensed and elegant, swaying all the way from the depths of the mountains, heading towards Wenjia Village.
When Wen Leyang was wondering, the three people beside him, including Changli, Baohuan and Sanwei in the jade sword, let out a slightly surprised sound at the same time. Then Baohuan let out a bitter smile: "Changli, has your retribution come?"
Li curled his lips and shook his head: "How could it be so fast! Who are you?"
Bao Huan's voice became more determined: "It's definitely not the two of us!"
There are now many people gathered in the village. Jifei Shuijing, Gongye, Caihong and others are also well-informed monks, but no one recognizes what the black clouds are coming, and they all look surprised. Pointing and whispering.
Wen Leyang listened to the three top demon immortals pushing each other politely, and asked Chang Li inexplicably: "What is that? A magic weapon? Or a monk's magical power?"
He let out a crisp chuckle, but his porcelain-like face was full of solemnity, and there was a slight chill in his voice: "Heavenly tribulation!"
Wen Leyang exclaimed, and his first reaction was that Hydra had escaped from Black and White Island, and the initiator's divine punishment was coming! He had seen Ah Dan's catastrophe before, and that catastrophe was about to happen. A cloud of fire suddenly formed in the clear sky, and then there were bursts of thunder. But after all, the sky was still bright, and he didn't want it to be so dark now. A hint of anger.
The soul of Sanwei suddenly spoke at this time, his voice was thick and slightly hoarse, and the words he couldn't say were pleasant: "I think... it has something to do with me!"
Bao Huan screamed suddenly: "Why do you have a heavenly calamity!" He and Sanwei were like grasshoppers on a rope, lingering in the jade sword together. If there was a heavenly calamity, the jade sword wouldn't It would be strange if he didn't become angry out of humiliation.
He frowned again: "Sanwei, whatever the heavenly calamity is is yours, what do you mean it has to do with you?"
The clouds floated closer and closer, and Wen Leyang could even see clearly the condensed and rolling patterns among the floating clouds, just like the carefree feeling when a thick stroke of ink is dipped in clear water! Sanwei's tone was not anxious at all, and even contained a bit of a smile: "That skin is called Sanwei. I don't call it that name. The old monk's name is now!" After saying this, he didn't wait for others to be surprised or sigh. After taking a deep breath, he suddenly sang: Namo Amitabha!
The Buddha's verses were so loud that even the dark sky seemed to be shaken when he sang them! Several layers of bells float faintly in the distant sky, wrapping this Sanskrit chant compassionately and mistyly, drifting in the absence of wind, getting further away but never ending!
Wen Leyang was not a fool. He had had this idea for a long time, but he never had the chance to ask about it. Now that he heard the remnant soul drank up countless soul-stirring Buddhist verses, he asked solemnly: "Master, did you ever enlighten me back then?" Passed a rabbit demon?"
More than a thousand years ago, the demon monk San Duan's master failed to survive the catastrophe. His body was shattered by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, and his soul was severely damaged. Two pieces remained, and one was the ghost flesh raised in the evil place by San Duan. In the mushroom, he was eventually swallowed by Ah Dan, and the other soul was still missing. The demon monk gave up the Buddhist wisdom he had practiced all his life for three times, in the final analysis, just to save his master's life. Wen Leyang always felt that Monk San Duan, who finally transformed into the Weeping Buddha, was a veritable monster monk, but a monster so strong that he could die without regrets!
More than a thousand years ago, the evil soul inhabiting Sanwei was finally plotted by Hanba and Huacheng. The evil soul was imprisoned in the body of Shisha Hanba, leaving only a skin without a soul, and was thrown into the mountain stream.
Hundreds of years later, the Sanwei Taoist unexpectedly reappeared. An unknown soul with amnesia took control of the skin. However, he was suffering day by day because of the constant conflict between the evil spirit stored in the skin and the righteousness in the soul. Sanweicai tried his best to kill Hanbao's fifth brother, but in the end he was killed by Changli and Han's plan, and his remaining soul resided in the jade sword.
The time is right, the cause and course of the incident are also right. If the eminent monk hadn't accumulated thousands of years of karma, which finally turned into a touch of compassion that could not be wiped away even if he was shattered to pieces, how could Liu Xiang's evil soul have accumulated the violence? Even the Qi cannot subdue it; if it were not for the eminent monk Buddha's Light Initiation and the integration of great wisdom, how could he have cultivated the Three Flowers Gathering in the Summit in just a thousand years!
Sure enough, the current monk seemed to have recalled it and replied softly: "Great Mercy Temple, aren't you happy?"
Suddenly he laughed loudly: "Monk, it's you! You save my disciple, and I will help you overcome the disaster!" As he said this, he turned his bare hand over and pulled the jade knife out from under Wen Leyang's neck.
Without waiting for the monk to speak, Guo Huan smiled bitterly: "This calamity is too great. If I were in full strength, I might be able to work with you to resist it!"
He shrugged his shoulders and said with an indifferent expression: "I can withstand as much as I can, and the rest is up to you."
At this time, Old Taoist Jifei pulled Monk Shui Jing over to him with a pale face. They did not dare to ask Chang Li, but looked at Wen Leyang: "Is it really... a natural disaster? Someone wants to survive the disaster?"
Wen Leyang nodded solemnly, but before he could speak, Jifei Shuijing suddenly screamed in unison and ran away. Immediately, the divine light on Jiuding Mountain surged, and Gongye
The casual cultivators, the Rainbow brothers, and Wei Mo each showed their magical powers and used their lifelong skills to say hello and ran down the mountain.
Bao Huan scolded in a fit of laughter and tears: "You worthless boys, the calamity has nothing to do with you. As long as you don't get involved, nothing will happen to you."
Much crisper than him, his voice suddenly became sharp, like countless heavenly knives, clashing crisply and with murderous intent on the top of the mountains: "Except for the Wen Miao and Luo families, who else can take one more step to show me? "
All of a sudden, all the monks felt like they had been cast on a body-holding spell. They all stood frozen in place, thinking sadly: This is so unreasonable!
When Chang Li was being unreasonable, there was no such word as "unreasonable" in this world.
For those ordinary monks, the Heavenly Tribulation is just a legendary thing. They neither want to see it nor dare to look at it. Although Tuo Xie said that this is a one-on-one killing calamity, the truth is just like knowing that the person who raised the gun in the distance The sharpshooter was aiming at the unlucky guy next to him, and he wanted to run as far away as possible.
Her face was still so cute and rosy, and she stretched out a spring-like finger to sweep across the monks: "Look at me helping the monks overcome the calamity, no one is allowed to leave!" After saying that, he looked at Uncle Wen and the Luo family with a smile. He and Qingmiao waited for their own people: "If you are afraid, go down the mountain first. I will call you back after the catastrophe."
Although some people in Wen Miao and Luosan's family looked panicked, they all shook their heads. Grandma Shizu was on the mountain, and they would not leave under any circumstances.
The expressions of the monks became even more sad and angry. Those who can leave don't want to leave, and those who want to leave don't dare to leave. Ever since Wen Leyang, Li and others were born one after another, weird things have always happened in Wen's village.
Monk Jinzhao spoke calmly at this time, and he was not too polite to Changli in his words: "Thank you, Cat Demon. This disaster is related to me, but it is not mine!" After saying that, he paused for a moment. , the warm tone suddenly turned into the arrogance of a drunkard: "When I see the heavenly tribulation, I get angry! The monk has been doing good deeds and accumulating virtue for thousands of years, but in the end he suffers one heavenly calamity after another! But you, a cat demon, "The monk cursed half of the time, and then laughed again: "I kept causing trouble, and I don't know how many people were killed. But now I am living a prosperous life. Hey, one sleeve only costs 73,000!"
In Monk Jin Chao's words, he changed three tones from dull to angry to laughing, but no one present felt that he was hysterically crazy. Even when the monk laughed, everyone also laughed.
He didn't take it seriously at all: "I live one day with this disposition, and I will live with this disposition for ten thousand years. If I want to exchange my eternal practice for even one minute of falsehood, I will not do it, monk. Do you understand? You have cultivated to become gods, gods, and Buddhas. After completing cultivation, you have become someone else. In my opinion, there is no clue whether such cultivation will ultimately lead to the attainment of the Great Way or the annihilation of heavenly tribulations. Such a fine difference! The reason why you are angry when you see the catastrophe is not because you are unwilling to give in. You have been someone else for thousands of years, but in the end you still inevitably lose your soul, so naturally you are not willing to give in!"
There was a bit of wildness in her laughter. When she smiled, no other monks dared to laugh.
At present, the monk seems to have forgotten that the catastrophe is just around the corner, and he defends without any sign of weakness: "I have nothing to say after thousands of years of three flavors. But before I came into the world to do good, what I cultivated was to have peace of mind, to see all living beings happy and at peace, and to see all living beings suffering." It’s uneasy!”
Without thinking, he curled his lips and refuted: "If you really feel at ease, why do you get so angry when you see the catastrophe? Do you think you feel at ease because you have done good deeds? Haha, silly monk! You are doing what Buddha asked you to do. You do what you do to make you feel at ease. After all, you still want to cultivate yourself into a Buddha and cultivate others. This kind of peace of mind is fake!"
The two of them were having fun talking to each other. Wen Leyang was beside him and was chewing on the monk's first words: The disaster is related to him, but it is not his. At this moment, he finally thought of something and grabbed the wrist of Master Chang Li's hand holding the jade sword.
His eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked at Wen Leyang solemnly: "This sleeve is not cheap!"
Now Wen Leyang still didn't care about the 'seventy-three thousand', and asked directly to the jade sword: "Whose is this calamity? Is it...
Today, the divine monk just discussed the fundamentals of spiritual practice with Chang Li. Although his voice was fierce, he was not angry at all. Instead, he was quite happy. Hearing Wen Leyang's words, he laughed and said: "Of course it is the calamity of my other soul. I was awakened as soon as I entered this mountain, and I always felt that there was an extremely familiar feeling that was not far away from me. When I just saw this heavenly tribulation, I finally understood that it was another part of my soul that was going to survive the tribulation and be reincarnated!"
Li and Guohuan were startled at the same time, and muttered in unison: "Is it Ah Dan who is crossing the tribulation?"
Thousands of years ago, there were two parts of the monk's soul today. One part was the remnant soul in the jade sword, and the other part became Ah Dan's newly opened spiritual wisdom!
The current monk let out an unexpected sigh, and asked with a bit of laughter: "That part of my soul... is called Ah Dan? Isn't this name too... childish?"
Wen Leyang finally understood that this disaster belonged to Ah Dan! Ah Dan was reincarnated from a zombie baby and was going to be punished by God. The first disaster was absorbed by Lei Xinyu. At that time, the old rabbit demon Bu Luo once asserted that the second disaster would come within three years. The power is much greater than the first time.
If this is the case, the catastrophe is coming, and Ah Dan is about to be resurrected now.
Wen Leyang didn't know that there was still a short period of time before Ah Dan was resurrected, but the monk's original soul appeared in Jiuding Mountain, which had a great impact on him. Like the remnant soul of the jade sword, the little zombie's mood was also fluctuating abnormally at this moment. Violently, he finally connected with his heart and was about to be resurrected, and a violent and violent disaster also followed!
Wen Leyang couldn't help but twitch his teeth, looked at the Luo family and asked anxiously: "Where's Ah Dan? Where's Mu Mu?"
Before he finished speaking, a short and fat figure appeared at the end of Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness, staggering towards the village with a panicked look on his face. The cloud that looked like a head was pressed three feet above Ah Dan's head and followed him leisurely.
The zombie baby went to play in the mountains early yesterday morning. After another soul of the current monk appeared nearby, although it made him feel uneasy, Ah Dan was still a half-alive baby after all. He didn't understand what happened until the day of dawn. The image of robbery pressed on top of his head, and he began to run for his life towards the village.
Although the little fat man was staggering and seemed to fall down at any time, he ran so fast that his felt hat and sunglasses had long been thrown away. His two little fat hands hugged his bald head tightly, and he grinned as if he wanted to cry. .But because I was running for my life, I couldn’t think about it for the moment... (,, support Zheng) (Quanben Novel Network www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)