The tall and fat Le Yangtian walked to the door, looked outside, and asked with a smile: "Where are you? Why don't you come up?" The indelible frivolity in Beijing dialect returned to her tone. wWW,QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO,cOM
As he spoke, he took out a mobile phone from his fat trouser pocket, and started pressing text messages with extremely flexible fingers.
It was quiet outside, and Master Sanwei didn't speak again.
The young leader Liu Zheng squatted down and tore off the clothes on the corpse. He frowned for a moment and then showed two talismans. After muttering a few spells, he suddenly Di Duan shouted: "Laws, suppress the evil spirits, and see the souls!"
The two pieces of paper vibrated in the air, but they still refused to fly out, like a falcon that couldn't find its prey, trembling its wings in confusion and impatience.
Liu Zheng's face became more surprised and paler, and he activated the spell again, but after it was still ineffective, he took back his talisman with a wave of his hand, turned back to Wen Leyang and smiled bitterly: "This time the matter is serious! "
Wen Leyang was actually quite happy. Being able to fight side by side with the Huacheng disciples gave them a good chance to be their own people. Hearing Liu Zheng's words, he casually asked, "How big is it?"
Liu Zheng's answer was very cute: "It's as big as a clone."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a cooing sound, and Master Jifei suddenly sat down on the ground. Shui Jing pulled him, but without pulling, he said angrily: "What the hell are you doing?"
Old Taoist Jifei ignored his junior brother at all and stared blankly at the young master Liu Zheng: "Is... really as big as a clone?"
Shui Jing also felt that something was wrong. He squinted his eyes and thought carefully about what they said, and suddenly his mouth widened. Pointing to the corpse on the ground: "Point by point, point by point..."
Liu Zheng nodded: "This corpse has no soul at all!"
Gudong came again, and the great monk also sat on the ground. A trace of comfort flashed across Jifei's face. \
Wen Leyang didn't understand the art of cultivation, so he asked Liu Zheng anxiously: "What's going on?"
Liu Zheng's face was serious, and he had already begun to prepare the talismans around him. While busy, he answered Wen Leyang: "The Sanwei master who was shot outside just now is just a clone."
At this time, Leyang finished the sweet text message, but his tone was still very relaxed. He put his hands in his pockets and asked the others: "How strong can a monk who has made a clone be?"
Old Taoist Jifei and Monk Shuijing helped each other to stand up. While explaining: "No one knows how strong it can be! The refining clone is just a legendary magical power, and no one has seen it now! The clone's Taoism is not one-third of the original deity, but the mind is connected with the original deity, no matter it is a battle of skills Whether you are involved in danger or practicing cultivation, you will get twice the result with half the effort, which is a great achievement for those who practice Taoism!"
Wen Leyang frowned and said nothing, always feeling that something was wrong. But I couldn't remember it for a while.
The young master Liu Zheng also reluctantly said to Wen Leyang: "Those who can make clones will not be worse than the master in cultivation. Suddenly the enemy's strength was crystallized, and Wen Leyang's heart became cold.
Wen Leyang had a wry smile on his face. He discovered a coincidence. No matter what happened, as long as Master Tuo Xie was involved, a top master would be attracted immediately. On the path of cultivation, the Five Blessings were originally respected, and the old rabbit demon was already considered an alternative, but now as he gets closer and closer to the time when his master was there. Masters who are so powerful that ordinary monks can only look up to them and should only exist in legends have also appeared one after another! The unparalleled cat demon, the mandrill wrapped in a ring, the half-human and half-ghost Drought, the Black and White Island Sword Immortal, and now the three flavors with a clone!
Wen Leyang's skin opened and closed. Spiritual consciousness spread far and wide like water, quickly spreading to the entire painting city. The limit of his spiritual consciousness. It’s enough to fill this big matchbox. Just now he heard about the relationship between Han Bao, Mi Xu and Master Tuo Xie, and he was momentarily distracted. When he woke up again, the real body of Shami had already thrown the body in.
The painting city is huge, with more than a dozen policemen and dozens of waiters lying everywhere. /\I don’t know whether I am alive or dead, but there is no trace of Master Sanwei.
The young master Liu Zheng whispered to Wen Leyang: "Sanwei is still outside, and there are nine Goose and Sheep disciples beside him... Those nine people have come in!"
At the same time, Wen Leyang's spiritual consciousness was also shocked. Nine yellow-robed Taoist priests were flying swords to protect themselves. It seemed that they were constantly crisscrossing and changing their figures, and rushed into the gate of the painting city.
Wen Leyang and the young leader Liu Zheng now rely on their own spiritual consciousness to observe the enemy, not their eyes.
Liu Zheng explained to Wen Leyang in a low voice: "Every three Taoists form an iron fork formation, and nine Taoists in three small formations form a Jiuzhou Gang, which is the mountain-holding formation of Eyang Dao. As long as three or three of them are combined, It can be used in a few seconds. This formation does not rely on flying swords to win, but relies on the monk's body and Taoist heart to echo, in order to unite heaven and man, break the law and kill the enemy."
The Iron Cross Finger was originally one of the most powerful Taoist techniques. Once used, it would lead to death. Many Taoist masters who put benevolence and righteousness first would not use this finger technique. Eyangdao created the Iron Cha Formation Technique based on the Iron Cha Finger, and then used three Iron Cha Formations to form the Jiuzhou Gang Formation Technique. It was not only extremely powerful, but also had no chance of recovering the enemy once it was activated.
Suddenly, the Goose and Sheep disciples downstairs shouted in unison. Three of the nine disciples suddenly rushed forward, like a spiritual snake spitting a message. There was a muffled sound and a deck was smashed into pieces. At the same time, three spiritual talismans shot out like arrows. , nailed firmly in the ruins of the smashed deck, while a Taoist in the formation shouted: "Three talents will fix the soul!".
Wen Leyang and Liu Zheng looked at each other, wondering why the old man wanted to smash the booth.
But the nine Goose and Sheep disciples were facing a formidable enemy. Amidst the continuous roars, the three and three echoes were interspersed strangely. The offensive was continuous, sharp and domineering, and they kept destroying the surrounding decks. Every attack must be The three of them took action, and as soon as the attack was completed, they immediately changed positions. After regrouping, the three of them attacked again. One veteran took action, always flanked by two companions to protect him.
The sword light downstairs was like lightning, tearing the air again and again. There was no pause between the rolling attacks. Countless spiritual talismans were flying in all directions, and the cold shouts and Taoist formulas were fierce. Both the momentum and power were quite astonishing. But Wen Leyang and Liu Zheng became more and more puzzled as they watched. After the nine Taoist priests came in, they didn't look like they were here to arrest people for revenge, but they seemed to be here to destroy the place. Always playing with the furniture.
Within a short time, the downstairs was completely swept away by nine Taoist priests, but the old Taoist did not stop. After smashing the furniture, he simply started fighting in the air.
Wen Leyang suddenly woke up and asked Le Yangtian: "Witch Gu?"
Leyangtian gave him a slightly different look. Nodding: "In their eyes, I have fallen into a battle with thousands of troops. Hey, did Master Tuoxie tell you about this Jin Ge chaos?"
The nine Taoist priests were always fighting hard with their eyes wide open. From time to time, someone would yell loudly and stagger injured. With the help of their companions, they would quickly bandage their wounds or hit themselves with a talisman to stop bleeding and heal wounds. … There is obviously nothing on them except sweat.
The one who was hurt the most. One right arm has been broken. Still holding the sword in his left hand, he gritted his teeth and fought hard.
All the time. Liu Zheng had only heard about the sharpness of witchcraft, but had never seen it with his own eyes. Now there is sweat on the forehead, and his eyes are full of extreme shock: "This... is impossible. Under this great formation, the Taoist heart is extremely firm!"
The Jiuzhou Gang of the Eyang Dao relies on the firm Taoist heart of the disciples who form a formation. Once the formation is formed, it is least likely to be tempted by external objects. When the war between good and evil occurred more than a thousand years ago, a group of righteous monks went to attack the disciples who were famous for their charms. The evil Taoist sect was blindfolded, and many famous masters could not withstand the opponent's charm technique. At that time, Eyangdao, who was not very famous at that time, relied on the Kyushu Gang to fight all the way in, and finally killed the enemy, and became famous from then on. Rise up.
Now in this formation, which is said to be the most steadfast on the path of cultivation and the least likely to be charmed, the nine disciples are all going crazy and falling into a nightmare.
Le Yangtian always leaned on the bare door frame and said to Wen Leyang: "I have been running this painting city for several years, and not everyone can come in and mess around. I don't know what the heart of the Tao is. I only know that it is a human being." If you think about things, you will fall into my poison! The old Taoist who knows how to clone knows how powerful this place is, and he doesn’t dare to come in, so he sends his disciples and disciples in to die, hey! "
Old Taoist Jifei has now classified himself into the Huacheng camp. He puts his warm-heartedness on his face and reminds Leyang Wen loyally: "It is no small matter to be able to cultivate to the level of a clone. You should be more careful. These witchcrafts …”
Leyang smiled sweetly and said: "I am this building. Once I enter this building, I can't help them!"
Liu Zheng raised his shoulders and shook his head: "If he wants to collapse the building, it probably won't be difficult!"
But Leyangtian shook her head and laughed: "If he demolishes the land, then I have nothing to say!"
Liu Zheng was so choked that he stared and was speechless.
Le Yang smiled sweetly and patted Liu Zheng on the shoulder: "You cast a spell and hit the painting city from the outside and you will understand!"
Liu Zheng didn't waste any time. He directly formed the Three Purity Jue with his hands. After reciting a few words silently, the sky shook violently. A huge stone fell from the sky and hit the roof of the painting city with a bang!
Leyangtian was startled and stared at Liu Zheng: "You are so honest!"
Amidst the loud and muffled sound, Huacheng only trembled very slightly. If Wen Leyang and others were not so sensitive, they would not even be able to feel it at all.
Not only the painting city, but the entire Xintiandi bar district and even the buildings on several adjacent streets trembled at the same time. The power of the flying stone was absorbed by the entire jungle of steel bars. /\
Leyang smiled proudly and contentedly, and turned around to ask Wen Leyang: "Do you know that we have the same roots?"
Wen Leyang shook his head.
Leyangtian was not disappointed: "The buildings in this street are the roots of the painting city! If you want to demolish the painting city from the outside, you have to destroy the whole street!" Of course Leyangtian knew that the painting city No matter how sharp the layout is, everything will be useless once the house collapses. They have long used the secret technique of witchcraft and Gu to make the painting city and the surrounding buildings into one piece. No matter what kind of external force strikes, they will be destroyed by the surrounding buildings. The power spreads out.
Although Wen Leyang didn't know how to use Tonggensheng, he was able to turn a building into one piece like a chain boat. This kind of magic was enough to make little Chimaojiu cry with anger.
Le Yangtian continued to smile: "The old Taoist outside is not stupid. He knows that he can't destroy the painting city, so he might as well not waste his efforts. After a while, these nine old Taoists will die, and he should come in, right? As long as he comes in, it will be the same. Still can't escape my shot, how did his clone die? How else will he die!" As he said that, he walked to the table and stuffed the pistol in his waistband.
Whether it's Jifei Shuijing or the little boss Liu Zheng. These monks were helpless and unconvinced by the firearms. Monk Shui Jing snorted. Although the clone whose head was shattered by nine millimeters of sand eagle was placed at his feet, he still couldn't help but argue: "The power of firearms will eventually come to an end." If you can't stand on the stage, it's just a fluke that you can kill and injure the monks!"
Leyangtian lost interest in the several Gooseyang Taoist priests downstairs who were about to lose their strength after fighting hard. He turned back and looked at the great monk with a smile: "Lucky? The sand eagle's nine millimeter penetration can easily penetrate an inch-thick steel plate within ten meters. Is the monk's head stronger than the steel plate?"
Wen Leyang's body is much stronger than that of ordinary monks, but if he hits the steel plate directly with his head, he will probably lose. When he dug the mountain in Emei, he relied on wrong fists to concentrate a little more of his body's strength, and the steel drill broke through the stone. A common truth.
Shui Jing shook his head. Answered honestly: "This...most of them are not as good as that. But as long as the spiritual consciousness of the monk is not chaotic, he can detect someone drawing a gun around him at any time. He doesn't even wait for the other party to raise his gun, and the sword is already flying to greet him!"
A monk with profound knowledge is not afraid of ordinary firearms. Of course, it's not because the body is more resistant to beating than a steel plate, but because no one can shoot them at close range. Generally, a monk's spiritual sense covers more than ten meters around him. A profound monk's spiritual sense spreads far away and can detect every move several miles away. As soon as someone draws a gun, the monk can dodge or fight back in the lightning and flint.
In particular, pistols can only be used at close range. No matter how fast the killer pulls out the gun, it cannot be faster than the monk's lightning-like counterattack. Therefore, it is not that the monk cannot be killed, but generally speaking, he has no chance at all.
Leyangtian caught the words of Monk Shuijing and laughed loudly: "Look, the holy monk also said that only when the spiritual consciousness of body protection is not chaotic, you are not afraid of firearms. This unlucky guy..." As she said this, Leyangtian kept lying on the ground. Corpse: "My man walked over, raised his gun, and pulled the trigger. All he saw was a little waitress smiling at him. He didn't know he was dead until the bullet penetrated the sun's body and reached his deathbed. Got it!"
Leyangtian's last words sounded a little creepy.
The monk is still unconvinced, and he is unconvinced purely because he is unhappy. He can't explain anything other than snorting coldly. Old Taoist Jifei is afraid that his junior brother will be offended. He seems to have no magical power in cultivating the heavens, but his methods are astonishing. The chimpanzee came up and pulled the great monk away, and continued to remind Leyangtian with a worried face: "In any case, the Sanwei Zhenren outside must be very capable, and his head may be hardened enough... The Taoist practice of the clone usually can't even connect with the three things of the original deity. Not even a fraction of it, Tangtang, please be more careful..."
Jifei Lao Taoist doesn't need goosebumps just to get close.
When Wen Leyang heard the word "one third" for the second time, he finally realized what the problem was. Pointing to the corpse on the ground, he asked Liu Zheng: "This clone... Although Master Sanwei's skills are good, on Jiuding Mountain I was slapped more than a dozen times by Bu Le...my old gentleman, and his magical powers are only so much. The deity outside, even if the three shamisen combined..."
Leyangtian didn't understand what Wen Leyang meant, so she laughed and said from the side: "Three three flavors, that's nine flavors!"
Wen Leyang coughed and gave him a sideways glance, thinking to himself that if you saw a storm and a rainbow, you would definitely lose your temper. He paused before continuing: "I mean, the three flavors are just that. My ability is the three three flavors." Taken together, there’s no need to face a powerful enemy like this!”
Shui Jing and Shan Enen nodded, and pointed at Sanwei's body unconvincingly: "This guy was shot to death with a pistol, how strong can he be!"
Unexpectedly, the young master Liu Zheng shook his head and jumped away from the corpse's left arm that was close to the body. Monk Shuijing exclaimed in a low voice. On the side of the corpse's ribs, a hideous wound was pointed upward. If Most people would not be able to survive long ago. The wound was originally blocked by his arm. Liu Zheng saw it when he tore his clothes and cast the soul gathering spell, but no one else knew about it.
"The strength of this clone is definitely not weak, but it was seriously injured before it came, and then it was shot. Otherwise, I don't know what would have happened." Liu Zheng's tone was firm and sincere. Leyangtian took a look at the wound and was noncommittal. snorted.
"And... the three flavors on Jiuding Mountain are not necessarily the clone, maybe the original one." Liu Zheng looked at Wen Leyang with bright eyes and his voice was low.
Wen Leyang groaned. Ever since he had just learned that the head of Gooseyang had a clone, he had preconceived the idea of the shameful Sanwei Zhenren who had gone up to Jiuding Mountain and had been bitten by the old rabbit demon countless times as his clone.
But what if that unlucky guy is really me
Being able to hide his strength just right in front of the big and small rabbit demons, and even though he made repeated attacks, he did not leak any flaws. This deity's moral conduct is self-evident, and at least he will be much better than the old rabbit demon.
Wen Leyang looked at Liu Zheng with some surprise: "Who is this leader of the Eyang Road? And who hurt his clone... Oh, pretend I didn't ask."
Liu Zheng was very poor and said thank you with a smile.
Wen Leyang thought about it and basically understood it. It turns out that every Wufu Sect is not simple... (Quanben Novel Network www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)