high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 45 "The Sword of Fetal Spirit"

"Red Dragon Heart Sutra".

Since Bai Shu got this mental method from Zhaojia Zangyuelou, under the attribute panel, in just a few days, he has practiced the fetal breath chapter to the point of great success.

Even from perfection, it is only one step away.

It is also because of this that he has to worry about training and the mental method afterward.

Xie Danqiu once vaguely mentioned that the "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" was passed down from the Xie family, and even the two enshrined offerings to Zhao Xiu and Zhao Zhou were also from the Xie family.

I have asked Xie Fanjing several times, both inside and outside, but she just looked blank.Like never heard of it.

Since she was a child, no matter whether it is mental skills or martial arts, she has only practiced the "Notes on the Twelve Sutras of the Brahma".

108 attribute points, nearly half of the 230 points required for consummation.

It's not that Bai Shu hasn't thought about changing his mental method, only one is to abolish the true energy of the whole body and start from scratch, and the other is...

The corners of Yang Shixuan's mouth turned up, and a smile appeared in the eyes of the man with a sad face, he seemed to see clearly what Bai Shu was thinking.

"Fortunately, you are still smart, otherwise, no one can save you."

Ignoring the silent Bai Shu at the side, Yang Shixuan said to himself:

"The origin of the "Red Dragon Heart Sutra" is by no means simple. I don't know where you got it from. A word of advice, if I were you, it would be best to abolish it now."

"As for the future mentality, I don't have any."

Bai Shu was stunned on the spot when he heard the words, and lost his mind for a moment.

Could it be that he really wants to go to Xie's house to beg her, or he should just turn to the mind method?

When Baishu was in a state of confusion, Yang Shixuan raised his fingertips tremblingly:

"I have nothing left to spare, it's a matter of mind, but I will discuss it after waking up, and pass on half of the sword scripture to you first."

He looked at the boy in front of him, and said in a low voice:

"After that, I will leave it to you!"

The withered hand firmly grasped his shoulder, pressing himself in place, unable to move.

The skinny man like a hungry ghost had a rosy glow on his face, he grabbed Bai Shu by the shoulder and restrained the fire dragon in his body.

Like an animal chained under the claws of a falcon.

He opened his eyes wide in fright, the man was only a few feet away from him, and slowly pointed a finger towards the center of his brow.

"please……"

In the end, Yang Shixuan actually had a bit of pleading in his mouth.

The moment his fingertips touched the center of his eyebrows, Bai Shu's mind roared violently, as if it was about to explode.

The sound of countless thunders was like the crashing of huge waves.

He let out a miserable scream and covered his head tightly.

The ancient cloud-like characters are like densely packed tadpoles, combining vertically and horizontally in the depths of the brain, and a cyan cloud is in the center, shining brilliantly.

"The Sutra of Using the Sword of the Fetal God"——

Seeing Bai Shu struggling on the ground and suppressing howling in a low voice, Yang Shixuan slowly exhaled a foul breath from his chest and abdomen.

Not far away, there were hurried footsteps running.

He couldn't bear it anymore, opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, sat down slowly along the corner of the wall, closed his eyes calmly after making mudras with his hands.

ended.

……

……

……

After an unknown amount of time, Bai Zhu got up from the ground, clutching his head that was about to explode.

In my head, half a volume of scriptures suddenly appeared.

""The Sutra of Using the Sword of the Fetal God"." He slowly read out the name.

Yang Shixuan didn't break his promise, he gave half a volume of sword scriptures to himself as promised.

So……

He looked at Xie Fanjing, who was squatting on the ground, looked up at him earnestly, and asked:

"What about the mother and son?"

"Behind." Xie Fanjing raised his finger.

Bai Shu looked along, the beautiful woman was hugging the boy, looking towards him timidly.

"Ok."

Bai Shu turned her back, raised her skirt, and wiped the blood from her head and face indiscriminately.

"Did you do it on purpose? You want to spray me with blood if you die?"

He looked helplessly at Yang Shixuan, who was silent and as if dead, and carried him on his back with great effort.

"I'm dressed in white today."

He snorted and lifted Yang Shixuan up.

"Madam, your husband is not dead yet."

He walked up to the beautiful woman, bowed his head slightly, and signaled, "Before he fell into a coma, he told me to take good care of both of you during the period when he woke up. There are countless living corpses in the city, so you should stay away from me for now." Bar."

"Thank you sir!"

When the beautiful woman heard this sentence, her face lit up with joy, she was weak in martial arts, she couldn't even tell that Bai Shu was the same as her, and her fetal breath was only up and down.

"It's just..." the beautiful woman gritted her teeth, and hesitated to speak.

"Mr. Yang is not my husband, but my concubine's husband is a child of the Yan family in Taizhou, the Prime Minister of Guanglu."

She looked at Bai Shu who was full of astonishment, and said eagerly:

"My son's kindness will be rewarded generously as a concubine's husband!"

"Great report... let's talk about it for now, Mr. Yang has already given it to me."

Bai Shuxu pointed to the boy in the woman's arms: "I don't know who this young master is?"

"His name is Yan Bai, and he is the concubine's youngest son."

The beautiful woman looked at the boy in her arms, unable to restrain herself:

"Fortunately, my son is not seriously ill, otherwise, I really don't know how to explain to my husband as a concubine."

The woman's eyes were reddish, she was delicate and timid, for a while, Bai Shu's face was expressionless.

And when the two talked.

Suddenly, squatting on the ground, Xie Fanjing, who was only counting ants, was shocked and raised his head in horror.

She raised her hand and sprinkled a cloud of water, covering Bai Zhu and the mother and child.

Without asking any questions, he wrapped the three of them in real qi and ran wildly.

Before Bai Shu recovered his senses, he was caught by Zhen Qi and flew away like a kite with a broken string.

"what happened?"

The surrounding scene flashed before his eyes like a stream of light, Bai Shu reluctantly turned his head and shouted to Xie Fanjing.

"Shh!"

The little girl raised her fingers to her lips, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

"It's coming."

Xie Fanjing lowered his voice and whispered to Bai Shu.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

The light steps, like a stroll in the courtyard, came from a long distance.

A man with a square face and a gorgeous gold robe walked up and down.

Its bun was meticulous, even its fingertips were neatly trimmed, and there was no speck of dust on its clothes, let alone blood stains.

If it weren't for the pair of white pupils, it would be no different from a stranger.

It's him? !

Bai Shu recognized the identity of the comer.

This one is the real King Kong in the Sword Washing Pond in Fenyin City.

The fourth realm...

Bai Shu's hands trembled slightly, and his fingertips pierced deeply into his palms

It squatted under the deep pit made by Yang Shixuan, looked out, and let out a strange laugh.

Nearly a hundred feet away, Xie Fanjing, who didn't dare to move anymore, held her breath unconsciously, beads of sweat slipped from her forehead.

It squatted in front of the deep pit and looked at it for a long time, so long that Bai Shu thought it would never turn around.

When several people secretly breathed a sigh of relief and moved their steps quietly.

Sudden.

King Kong's living corpse suddenly turned its head.

The pair of forest white tricks flashed by little by little, and finally, they threw them at the hiding place where Bai Shu and others were hiding.

The woman covered her mouth and tried her best not to let the choking sound come out. For a moment, all three of them turned pale.

"open!"

Xie Fanjing didn't care about his bleeding nose, his face turned purple.

That layer of illusory water light, under the blessing, became thicker by three points.

In Cen Cen's cold sweat, an unknown amount of time passed, and finally, the living King Kong corpse slowly moved its head.

"Did you read it wrong?"

On the deep pit, the living corpse whispered in a hoarse voice.

(End of this chapter)