high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 99

As soon as the door was opened, there was a burst of fragrant mist.

It is not like an ordinary incense mist, it has no color and shape, like pouring a bowl of clear water into a pool.

It melts into the air and is indistinguishable from the heaven and the earth.

Bai Zhu stopped breathing quickly, and separated it with real qi, but there were still a few strands that fell into the body lightly.

Like the little paws of a cat, they scratch gently and gently in the viscera from time to time.

The feeling of severe pain and itching all tilted in an instant.

At the end of the hall, on a gorgeous throne carved from white jade, a man whose face could not be seen leaned on it.

He holds a small drum-like musical instrument in his arms, and two green lotuses support his feet, and the ethereal fragrance like orchids and musk deer is constantly spreading from his body.

"Please……"

Bai Shu stepped forward hesitantly, and just uttered a word, on the gorgeous throne, the man lightly patted the drum.

boom!

Boom! ! !

The voice was light and light, but in Bai Shu's ears, it sounded like a thunderstorm.

The eyes suddenly went dark, and there was no light at all, and a sharp tingling sensation suddenly spread in the brain, as if being cut from the inside by a sharp knife.

Seeing Bai Shu rolling on the ground, on the gorgeous throne, the man gently raised his hand again.

call out!

Just as his palm was about to fall, in an instant, Bai Shu's lips parted, and a fierce air arrow shot out from his mouth.

Like a comet chasing the moon, in an instant, with a bang, the snare drum in the man's hand shattered.

Amidst the sawdust flying, under the man's astonished behavior, Bai Shu, whose eyes were bleeding, jumped up high and sneered.

When he raised one arm high, he stirred up a mighty wind in the sky. In the hall, he dragged countless chaotic air currents, and slammed his head at the man's face.

The man seemed to be stunned, motionless, without the slightest movement.

The murderous intent in Bai Shu's heart became more and more intense, and he quickly approached the magnificent throne like a white rainbow penetrating the sun.

The whole hall was shaking, and behind him, an extremely huge idol raised its head to the sky and hissed loudly, shaking the whole field.

Suddenly, at the moment when the fist was about to fall, Bai Shu's body froze.

boom!

There was an unbelievable look in his eyes, and then his head exploded, spilling red and white all over the ground.

A headless corpse froze, then fell backwards and rolled down the stairs powerlessly.

The fragrant mist in the hall became more and more dense, and the man leaned on the white jade seat leisurely, and a small drum reappeared in his hand.

The headless corpse on the ground disappeared at some point, and nothing seemed to happen.

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……

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Chaos—dizziness—

He seemed to have just struggled out of a huge vortex, everything was turning upside down, the sky and the earth became one, and they were no longer separated from each other.

The five fingers could hardly stop trembling, and they were twisted into a bunch, like skinny chicken feet.

I am dead?

Bai Shu tried his best to open his eyes, and when he raised his eyes, on the white jade throne, a man holding a snare drum was looking at him calmly.

"No!"

His eyes were about to burst, but before he could do anything, his brain hurt again.

boom!

After the loud noise, there was another headless corpse under the steps.

……

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

……

Outside the golden bell, the scene of Baishu inside was reflected, the series of explosions made Xu Yan couldn't help turning his face away.

"teacher."

His expression is unbearable:

"Since the teacher stripped himself of these four supernatural powers, why didn't he pass them on to Xuming directly? It's too painful for him to be branded on the Golden Bell of Dharma transmission."

"What's that like? He fights too little!"

Beside Xuyan, the red-skinned Wuhuai is serious:

"Imprinting the stripping supernatural power on Jinzhong, also makes him familiar with fighting, so that he will not be easily calculated when he walks in the rivers and lakes in the future!"

"Great Peacock Fist", "Lion Step", "Golden Body of King Longshiming", "Gandharva Glass Curse"...

The four martial arts that Wuhuai chose for Bai Shu are exactly the martial arts that he is familiar with, proficient in, and cultivated to perfection one by one.

Stripping away supernatural powers also means that all the hard work and learning in the past will be wiped out in smoke.

Not only Bai Shu, but he already has a sense of death in his heart. In these days, except for the necessary protection skills.

The rest of the supernatural powers he had learned were picked up one by one by him and branded on various golden bells for teaching the Dharma, ready to be distributed to all his disciples.

"The teacher distributes treasures to Fengshan."

Xu Yan shook his head slowly: "Does it mean that you are not optimistic that you can come back alive?"

"For one thing, in the Vajra realm, except for a few fundamental skills, the rest of the supernatural powers are nothing more than nothing, not even comparable to one's own fists."

"Secondly." Wuhuai smiled calmly, "I'm really not optimistic about myself."

"Then why, the teacher still insists on going to the South China Sea?"

"Xu Yan, you are still too young."

Wuhuai lifted the monk's robe and simply sat on the ground:

"I became famous when I was young, but when I stood up, I directly proved the Vajra. At that time, everyone thought I was the second uncle of Shenzu."

A smile appeared on his face, and even his eyes narrowed slightly:

"This is a miracle in the world. The vajra barrier that traps [-]% of the warriors in the world is as simple as eating and drinking in front of me. Even, I just fell asleep after eating enough that day, and woke up the next day. It's King Kong."

Having said that, Wuhuai's voice suddenly became low and low:

"Do you know how long I was trapped in King Kong?"

Without waiting for Xu Yan to respond, he answered by himself:

"For more than 230 years, after stepping into King Kong, for some reason, I suddenly couldn't advance an inch."

He shook his head mockingly, with a bitter face:

"No wonder there are so many humans and demons in the world, do you know that?"

Unpregnant one-fingered sky:

"After the purple mist appeared, it was myself, and I wanted to lure it into my body more than once, even if it was eating people!"

"Teacher..." Xu Yan panicked.

When both the master and the apprentice were silent, the atmosphere was low, and it could even be considered dead.

Admiralty, bang—bang—

Like the sound of watermelon smashing, it continued again and again.

"Teacher, change it."

After a long silence, Xu Yan begged helplessly:

"This way of dying..."

In the Golden Bell, Bai Shu died and was reborn continuously, within a very short period of time, the crackling sound of the skull and brain was faintly connected into a line, like some kind of weird musical sound.

"Then change from "Gandharva Glazed Curse" to "Great Peacock Fist"."

With no expression on his face, he silently waved his hand:

"He's dead."

The red-faced monk frowned, "It's easier than cutting watermelon!"

……

In Admiralty, Bai Shu, who was almost insane from the torture, suddenly trembled, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

It is no longer in the palace, and there is no longer the damn White Jade Throne.

He actually stood on the vast water, facing him, a man who was shirtless and couldn't see his face clearly punched him in the face.

On the man's fist, a majestic and majestic five-color peacock was shaking its feathers.

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After an unknown amount of time, Wuhuai and Xuyan sat on the ground, watching the scene in the golden bell.

Finally, when the sun was rising, Wuhuai stretched out his hand from his sleeve and slowly squeezed a spell.

The golden bell roared, and the sound shook the forest. It lifted up slightly, and threw out the little monk who was wearing a brocade cassock and whose face was as pale as paper.

Everything in front of my eyes was shaking, and I couldn't tell whether it was the sky and the earth spinning, or people spinning.

Xu Yan quickly stretched out his sleeves and caught Bai Shu.

In the big hand of Zhen Qi, the little monk had a spoiled expression on his face, even his eyes were blurred.

(End of this chapter)