The Little Village's Ultimate Doctor

Chapter 2800 Consensus
Chapter 59

When the voice came, Wen Qingcheng's eyes moved, and he looked behind Long Xiaoshan. A girl in elegant Tsing Yi stepped forward, with icy skin and jade skin, sweeping her moth eyebrows lightly. , but like a clear spring and flowing stone, it penetrates into the heart and lingers endlessly, and it is impossible to forget it in this life.

Although Wen Qingcheng had never met Ling Xiaofu.

But it seems that she already has a long-lost familiarity with her.

She smiled lightly, stood up, and walked towards Ling Xiaofu: "Presumably, the girl is the one who Xiaoshan straddles the Xiyan Region and Zhongtian Region, and she is looking for it."

The two came close, only Mishu was separated, and they looked at each other.

Long Xiaoshan turned around and watched the two women meet for the first time in a real sense, feeling inexplicably nervous.

At his level, his heart has long been like a flat lake, and Mount Tai collapses in front of him without changing his face.

But in the face of the "collision" between the two women, he couldn't completely calm down.

It's not that he's not in a deep enough state of mind.

Nervous, because of caring, because of respect for the two women.

No matter Ling Xiaofu or Wen Qingcheng.

Both are the most important women in his life.

He didn't want the two of them to have a rift, and repeat the mistakes of Xiaofu when she left the earth with a heartbroken heart, but at this time, he couldn't say anything to comfort him, after all, he was no longer a mortal, no matter Xiaofu or Qingcheng. She is a phoenix among men, with her own persistence and belief, and she cannot be fooled by a few sweet words.

Whatever choice they make, Long Xiaoshan can understand.

The two women looked at each other for a moment, and Wen Qingcheng's starry eyes were like water: "I was curious before, what kind of woman is it that can make a bastard like Long Xiaoshan never forget it, and when I see the girl, I will understand."

Ling Xiaofu smiled softly: "It's really a bastard. If I were Brother Xiaoshan, I wouldn't be willing to let Qingcheng girl wait so long."

"It seems that the two of us have reached a consensus, let's get to know each other again, Wen Qingcheng." Wen Qingcheng stretched out a hand.

"Ling Xiaofu."

The two catkins held each other, and the two women looked at each other and smiled, like flowers blooming, and the slight sense of solemnity in the air dissipated.

Long Xiaoshan let out a sigh secretly, this scene was much better than he expected.

As for the "bastard" in the mouth of the two women, he automatically ignored them.

Long Xiaoshan said: "There is another guy, I have to deal with it, or you two get to know each other first."

There was a sneer in Wen Qingcheng's eyes, looking at Long Xiaoshan, he had no guts and wanted to run away!

The two have met each other many times, and they have the same thoughts. They can understand each other's meaning with just one look.

Wen Qingcheng snorted softly, the blue light between her brows lit up, the Fate Orb flew out, Long Xiaoshan collected the Fate Orb, and dodged directly into the depths of the temple.

He took out the Heaven Mending Cauldron.

Spiritual thoughts flowed, and a touch of Long Xiaoshan's spiritual consciousness directly entered the Heaven-Bending Cauldron. At this time, Wuming in the cauldron had calmed down after repeated impacts on the Heaven-Bending Cauldron to no avail, and started 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 he would be blown away by the Xian Yuanying.

But he is alive and recovering from his injuries.

Now, the body has condensed back, not as miserable as before, Wuming was trying to figure out a way, when a divine sense descended from the void, Long Xiaoshan's spiritual consciousness phantom emerged, and he looked at him faintly with his 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 killing intent.

Long Xiaoshan said with a faint smile: "Wu Ming, so far, are you still unwilling to admit defeat?"

Wuming's eyes were extremely cold, and he said contemptuously: "Loser? The poor monk never bowed his head to hundreds of holy monks from the ancient Buddhist sect. You are a yellow-mouthed child, and you dare to look down on me because of your luck and gain some advantage?
That's right, the poor monk is planted in your hands today, you can kill me or cut me up, it's up to you, but can you really kill me?Back then, Buddhism was prosperous, and there were no ordinary people stronger than you. They thought they would kill me, but now that I am still here, where are they?
After hundreds or thousands of years, will your luck remain strong?Feng Shui turns around, today is you, tomorrow 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 around for thousands of lives, I don't care about temporary gains and losses, I just let you be proud So what? "

Saying that, Wuming seemed to have completely calmed down, with the demeanor of an eminent monk, clasped his palms together, and regarded death as home.

Long Xiaoshan sighed softly: "Senior's Dharma is amazing, I admire it, and Duanmu Ling said the same before, but she is much inferior compared to her predecessor, she is obsessed with hatred, and wants to pester me and take revenge on me from generation to generation. I was so scared, I could only completely bury her and her avatar."

Wuming's calm eyes narrowed slightly.

Of course he knew that Duanmu Ling had also learned his technique of sending souls.

This woman is also a remarkable person, otherwise he would not be so polite to her, lying on the side of the couch, others allow others to sleep soundly, such a threatening person, either control or destroy.

But Duanmu Ling also has many avatars. He knew that it was impossible to kill Duanmu Ling, so he adopted a gentle and cooperative attitude.

Now, listening to Long Xiaoshan's words, he actually claimed that Duanmu Ling and her avatar were all wiped out.

Wuming's mood fluctuated.

However, he is not so easy to shake. The technique of sending souls is a magical method that can surpass the world. How can it be so easy to restrain? Back then, the Buddhist sect used the blood soul tracking technique to destroy most of his clones, but they still remained. 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 Buddhist sect. Even if there is a method similar to blood soul tracking, it is impossible to track all his parts.

Thinking of this, Wuming sneered and said nothing.

Long Xiaoshan said: "Senior, don't you believe it? Then I have no choice but to let senior prove it myself."

Speaking of Long Xiaoshan's eyebrows, a blue light shot up into the sky, the Destiny Orb emerged, and the powerful destiny divine power penetrated the world, interweaving into a vast destiny roulette. This is not the first time Wuming has seen a destiny roulette, but seeing it again, he was still shocked , under the vast avenue of fate, anyone will feel small.

Long Xiaoshan bathed in the divine light of fate, stepped on the wheel of fate, his figure reached the sky, like the master of fate, overlooking the nameless above the wheel, on the wheel, the nameless soul of fate emerged.

"Fate Soul Curse Kill!"

Long Xiaoshan indifferently made a sound, one after another fate soul mantra thread penetrated the nameless fate soul, shot into the boundless void, and suddenly phantoms appeared on the wheel of fate. There are as many as ten thousand people.

It can be seen that there are as many clones as Wuming, far surpassing Duanmu Ling.

But this is also normal, Wuming is the reincarnation of Thousand Faces Bodhisattva, and the real creator of the soul art, how can it be compared with Duanmu Ling.

(End of this chapter)