Chapter 2859
As the voice came, Wen Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and she looked behind Long Xiaoshan. A girl wearing an elegant green dress walked over. She had ice-cold skin and lightly swept eyebrows. She was not the kind of woman who would be breathtaking at a glance. , but like a clear spring and flowing stone, it penetrates the heart and spleen and lingers endlessly. I can't forget it in this life.
Although Wen Qingcheng has never met Ling Xiaofu.
But he seemed to have a long-lost sense of familiarity with her.
She smiled softly, stood up, and walked towards Ling Xiaofu: "Presumably, the girl is the person Xiaoshan is looking for across the Xiyan Territory and the Zhongtian Territory."
The two people came close, only Mi Xu was separated, and looked at each other.
Long Xiaoshan turned around and looked at the first real meeting between the two women, feeling inexplicably nervous in his heart.
By the time he reaches this state, his heart has long been as clear as a flat lake, and his face has not changed even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.
But faced with the "collision" between two women, he couldn't completely calm down.
It's not that his state of mind is not deep enough.
Nervous, because I care, and because I respect the two women.
No matter Ling Xiaofu or Wen Qingcheng.
They are all the most important women in his life.
He didn't want the two of them to have any bad feelings and repeat the same mistake that Xiaofu had made when she left the earth with a broken heart. But at this time, he couldn't say anything to comfort him. After all, they were no longer ordinary people. No matter Xiaofu or Qingcheng, they were both. He is the best among people, he has his own persistence and belief, he cannot be coaxed by a few sweet words.
Long Xiaoshan can understand whatever choice they make.
The two women looked at each other for a moment, and Wen Qingcheng's eyes were as bright as water: "Before, I was curious about what kind of woman could make a bastard like Long Xiaoshan miss her. When he saw the girl, he understood."
Ling Xiaofu smiled softly: "You are indeed a bastard. If I were Brother Xiaoshan, how could I be willing to let Miss Qingcheng wait for so long?"
"It seems that the two of us have reached a consensus. Let's get acquainted again, Wen Qingcheng." Wen Qingcheng stretched out a hand.
"Ling Xiaofu."
Holding two catkins together, the two women looked at each other and smiled, blooming like flowers, and the slight sense of solemnity in the air also dissipated.
Long Xiaoshan breathed out secretly, this scene was much better than he expected.
As for the "bastards" in the words of the two women, he automatically ignored them.
Long Xiaoshan said: "There is another guy that I want to deal with. How about you two get acquainted with him first?"
Wen Qingcheng's eyes showed a hint of sneer, looking at Long Xiaoshan, he was not a coward and wanted to run away!
The two of them had met many times, and their thoughts were connected. They could understand each other's meaning with just one look. However, Long Xiaoshan looked at his nose and his nose, and was completely indifferent: "Qingcheng, lend me the Pearl of Destiny. I will return as soon as I go."
Wen Qingcheng snorted softly, a blue light lit up between her eyebrows, and the Destiny Pearl flew out. Long Xiaoshan collected the Destiny Pearl and dodged directly into the depths of the temple.
He took out the Butian Cauldron.
With his spiritual thoughts flowing, Long Xiaoshan's spiritual consciousness directly entered the Tian Mending Cauldron. At this time, Wuming in the cauldron, after repeatedly attacking the Tian Mending Cauldron to no avail, had calmed down and began to repair his injuries with all his strength.
It has to be said that this demon monk is very powerful. He was fatally injured by Long Xiaoshan before, and his Nascent Soul would have been destroyed by a long shot.
But he's still alive and recovering from his injuries.
Now, the body has condensed back, and it is not as miserable as before. Wuming is thinking of a way, when a spiritual will comes in the void, and the shadow of Long Xiaoshan's spiritual consciousness appears, looking at him with both hands.
Seeing Long Xiaoshan again, Wuming was no longer as crazy as before, but deep in his eyes, there was still a flash of strong murderous thoughts.
Long Xiaoshan smiled lightly and said, "Wu Ming, until now, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"
Wuming's eyes were extremely cold and he said contemptuously: "Lost? The poor monk never bowed his head when facing hundreds of holy monks in ancient Buddhism. You, a child with a yellow mouth, relied on your luck and got some advantages, and you dare to look down on me
Yes, today this poor monk is in your hands. You can kill or behead me as you please, but can you really kill me? When Buddhism was prosperous, there were countless people stronger than you. They thought they had killed me, but now I am still here, where are they
Hundreds or thousands of years from now, will your luck continue to be strong? Feng shui takes turns, today it is you, tomorrow it is him, the future may not come back to me, as long as I don't die, there is always a chance to come back, I have been reincarnated for thousands of lives, I have long ago not cared about temporary gains and losses, I will make you proud So what once? "
As he spoke, Wuming seemed to have completely calmed down, with the air of a high monk, clasping his palms together, looking forward to death.
Long Xiaoshan sighed softly: "Senior has great Buddhist teachings and I admire you. Duanmuling also said the same thing before, but she is much inferior compared to my senior. She is obsessed with hatred and wants to pester me and take revenge on me for life. I am I was so frightened that I could only completely annihilate her and her clones."
Wuming's calm eyes narrowed slightly.
Of course he knew that Duanmuling also learned his soul-residing technique.
This woman is also a remarkable person, otherwise he would not be so polite to her. On the side of the bed, others are sleeping soundly. Such a threatening person can either control or be destroyed.
But Duan Muling also had many clones. He knew that it was impossible to kill Duan Muling, so he adopted a gentle and cooperative attitude.
Now, listening to Long Xiaoshan's words, he actually claimed that Duan Muling and her clones had been wiped out.
Wuming's mood fluctuated.
However, he is not easily swayed. The art of soul transfer is a magical method that seizes the heaven and earth. How can it be so easily restrained? Back then, Buddhism used the Blood Soul Tracking Technique to destroy most of his clones, but there were still some A fish that slipped through the net.
Otherwise, he wouldn't be alive now.
No matter how powerful Long Xiaoshan is, he can be as powerful as the entire ancient Buddhism. Even if there are methods similar to blood soul tracking, there is no way to track his entire body.
Thinking of this, Wuming sneered and said nothing.
Long Xiaoshan said: "Senior, don't believe it? Then I have no choice but to let senior confirm it myself."
As he spoke, a blue light rose from the center of Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows, and the Destiny Pearl emerged. The powerful divine power of destiny penetrated the heaven and earth, intertwining into a vast wheel of fate. This was not the first time Wuming saw the wheel of fate, but when he saw it again, he was still shocked. , Under the vast road of destiny, everyone will feel insignificant.
Long Xiaoshan is bathed in the divine light of fate, stepping on the wheel of fate, his body reaches the sky, like the master of fate, overlooking the nameless one above the wheel, and above the wheel, the nameless life soul emerges.
"Kill with Soul Curse!"
Long Xiaoshan said indifferently, and the life soul curse threads penetrated the nameless life soul and shot into the boundless void. Suddenly, phantoms appeared on the wheel of destiny. These phantoms were men, women, old and young. As many as ten thousand people.
It can be seen that the number of Wuming's clones far exceeds Duanmu Ling's.
But this is normal. Wuming is the reincarnation of the Thousand-Faced Bodhisattva and the true creator of the soul-sending technique. How can he be compared to Duanmu Ling.
(End of chapter)