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Chapter 1007 Meeting the Saint

"Where is the Marshal going?"

The two-meter figure crossing the hill was stopped.

He looked at the people who stopped him through the blood-qi armor covering his face.

The devil blood between the eyebrows is beating.

He recognized the three people coming towards him. They were famous first-class masters in the world.

It is said that these three brothers shined at Mr. Yue’s 100th birthday party half a year ago.

The leader defeated Old Man Yue and became famous overnight.

However, in Shou He's eyes, they are now nothing but chickens and dogs, not worth mentioning.

Maybe he would have exchanged pleasantries in the past, but this time the situation was extremely urgent and whoever tried to stop him would die in his hands.

Therefore, the King of Catchers, who turned a deaf ear to the advice, had no intention of stopping and continued to stride forward.

"kill!"

In an instant, three more bodies were left behind.

Shou He saw an old man smoking a pipe.

He seemed to know this old man. After thinking carefully, he realized that this was the man who was hiding behind the young man when the old immortal took action that day.

……

At first, the Ghost Saint thought it was a magical power that affected his thinking.

Because his thoughts became very long.

Quite slow.

He soon discovered the difference, it was not his mind that was affected, but his body that was emaciated by this magical power.

People grow old, and things grow old too.

Not only people and objects, but even a weapon and a cloud in the sky will age.

The loneliness of being abandoned by time makes people panic and uneasy.

In the end, there was nothing I could do.

The word closest to old is death.

"Is the Tao body magical?"

A few words came out of his pale lips.

The red-haired ghost saint who was guarding the courtyard gate staggered.

The black air on his body turned into rotten dust and fell down, revealing a face that looked like an icy peak in a distant mountain. At this moment, he was so old that even his red hair turned white.

Cui Jianlu nodded slightly.

Admit it generously.

The Ghost Saint still walked towards him.

The pace is very slow, but one step at a time.

With every step he took, his figure became thinner.

He took twenty-four steps in a row and stopped not far from Cui Jianlu.

call.

Let out a breath.

The Ghost Saint was skin and bones at this moment.

But strangely enough, this pile of dry bones and skin never changed at all.

The Ghost Saint held up his boxing stance and suddenly threw a punch.

When all the principles are refined, yin and yang will appear.

The two energies burst out.

The body that was as dry as a stick suddenly came back to life.

It was as if time had gone back, and the black and red light and shadows condensed again.

The old man's teeth fell out and fangs grew, his aged face turned into an icy peak again, even his gray hair turned into a cascade of red hair that spread over his shoulders.

The millstone of the Great Dao manifested in the void.

As if it would never change because of other will.

Cui Jianlu was surprised and asked, "What kind of magical power is this?"

"Immortal!"

"And the rotation of yin and yang."

Cui Jianlu felt like he was facing a great enemy. Now he completely understood the horror of the Ghost Saint. This was a very powerful spirit weapon that possessed the ultimate power of Yin and Yang. The green world was transformed.

At the same time, he made hand seals: "The seasons change, all things..."

The Ghost Saint made hand gestures and seals at the same time.

The two sides performed ancient techniques as if in tacit understanding.

"Before crossing the river, hit the middle stream!"

"ban!"

"Ancient magic?!"

Cui was shocked when he saw the deer.

His ancient magic was unexpectedly negated by an unknown method before it could be activated.

If you feel it carefully, it should not be eliminated.

It was because the magic was too fast, and it arrived before the enemy, halfway through his spell, like a military charge, directly interrupting his magic ritual, which made it impossible to activate his supernatural powers.

"it is good!"

Cui Jianlu roared, "No matter how powerful your secret skills are, they will be greatly reduced here. Let me crush you with pure fighting skills!"

Divine tactics of warfare.

Ancient Immortal!

He wore a purple-gold crown and a red-purple robe.

Hold your fist horizontally in front of you and form a boxing stance.

Cui Jianlu was like a god in the void, tearing apart the clouds that blocked his way.

Under the evolution of tactics.

God is immortal.

It really was as if a god had arrived, raising his long fist called the Milky Way to cleanse the filth of heaven and earth.

However, this is a forbidden place after all, and more people cannot be allowed to see the horror of the ancient immortal's fighting method. Even though they are only a few courtyards away, the pilgrims in the front hall did not notice it.

However, standing on the other side of Cui Jianlu was the Ghost Saint, and he could clearly feel the power of Cui Jianlu's fighting method.

  boom!

The air trembled into ripples, exploding behind him and turning into wisps of smoke and dust.

Cui Jianlu, who has evolved his fighting skills, threw a punch.

Li Yuanqing, who was lying on the railing, widened his eyes as he looked across two walls.

As a prince, he had naturally seen warriors fighting each other, but such fighting did not seem strange to him and was within the normal range.

But this man in the red and purple robe was different. He didn't look much stronger than those rumored first-rate warriors, but his attacks were completely different.

Every move seemed to contain some horror.

It left an indelible impression on Li Yuanqing's young mind.

These are probably the great monks.

It seems that the strength that can be exerted is very limited, but in fact, every move contains the power of heaven and earth and is involved in the great way.

This made him worry about the young man shrouded in black light.

The cultivator with the purple gold crown is so powerful, can the young man who rescued him be his opponent?

Look over there.

The red-haired monk who was supposed to be standing there disappeared without a trace.

  boom! ! !

The first thought of the pilgrims in the front yard was that it was thunder.

But the sky was clear, why was there thunder in such a nice weather?

Only the young man could see clearly that it was not thunder at all, but the attack of two monks. The two people who attacked were like two balls of lightning falling from the sky.

The purple lightning and the red lightning collided with each other.

A solid punch.

The two men's fists collided, releasing a terrifying aura that formed a vacuum there.

Bang, bang. Cui Jianlu, who was in purple thunder, was thrown nearly ten feet away before landing on the ground.

He took two hard steps.

The huge deep pit finally stopped his body.

The red ghost saint also flew out.

However, his body seemed to have no substance. He had already stabilized in mid-air and slowly landed on the ground while stepping into the air.

"Good boxing skills!"

Cui Jianlu exclaimed: "If we were not on the same page, I would like to have a discussion with you, fellow Taoist."

A strange look also flashed in the Ghost Saint's eyes.

Ever since he started practicing boxing, he has been able to crush his opponents with his boxing skills.

It is possible that fellow monks can only withstand a few moves.

Even the old saint who was guarding the young man when he first met the monk had his arm broken by his two punches.

Unexpectedly, today he finally met someone who could match him.

"Your boxing skills are good."

No wonder Cui Jianlu could calmly say, "I am his backer."

With his cultivation strength, he can indeed be a backer.

"Come again!"

Cui Jianlu was overjoyed to have met his worthy opponent.

The ancient immortal fighting method makes him like an immortal in battle.

The purple lightning formed into a thundercloud and crashed towards the Red-haired Ghost Saint.

The Ghost Saint rose from the ground.

The red breath of madness evolves into the thunder prison.

As soon as the thundercloud and the thunder prison came into contact, divine light burst out immediately, and the cultivators exchanged more than ten moves in an instant. Both of them were elite boxing masters and had walked out of their own paths.

One is the descendant of an ancient immortal whose body contains the essence of Taoism and who practices boxing without knowing his age.

The other side is the immortal way, carrying yin and yang, and the devil plays the role of the Ming Wang.

boom.

Ten moves.

Twenty moves.

Fifty moves.

……

Seeing that the hundred moves are coming.

The purple thundercloud of the fist fight was obviously not as strong as the initial one, while the red thunder of the Ghost Saint was expanding rapidly.

If this continues, Cui Jianlu will definitely lose.

It has to be said that Cui Jianlu is indeed a rare genius. Even if he does not know how to use his other skills, his combat skills and magical powers alone are enough to make him stand out among the younger generation.

Unfortunately, the two men’s shocking battle can only take place in the Temple of the Gods.

Because of the existence of the God and the God's ban, it cannot be presented in its entirety.

"Ran Kong!"

The turbulent fists gradually gathered together.

Five breaths have arrived.

The Red-haired Ghost Saint who used the Soul-Devouring Fist turned into mist the moment he threw the punch.

As if all its vitality had been exhausted, the mist dissipated into the sky and earth.

The sudden change made Cui Jianlu very confused. He didn't understand why the Ghost Saint, who was sure of victory, disappeared.

After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly understood.

It should be that the backup plan he had arranged took effect, or Shou He had been killed, or Gui Sheng was rushing to rescue Shou He and had no time to fight him.

Cui Jianlu, who had figured it out, murmured, "Don't blame me for being mean. There are some things I have to be careful about!"

"excuse me."

As he spoke, Cui Jianlu looked towards the tightly closed door.

Walk towards the door.

"how come?!"

Li Yuanqing, who was peeking, was horrified.

He covered his mouth tightly.

No one would have thought that the old immortal that everyone talked about would lose.

Since coming to the Yanjun Temple, the three words I hear most often are "old immortal".

No matter who it is, as long as they mention the old immortal, they can tell many legends and deeds. He knows that many of them are false, but he would rather believe that they are true.

Because his father believed it was true.

  But now?

Lost!

The old immortal was defeated.

Everyone in the Yama Temple was wrong.

He was wrong too.

Similarly, his father... was also wrong!

The loser will not be right.

There is absolutely no way out for those who are defeated.

The loser should not know what "yuan" means.

At once, countless thoughts flooded my mind.

Li Yuanqing seemed to have all his strength drained away.

With a thud, he fell from the wall.

He squatted in the corner and cried, biting his hands tightly to stop himself from crying out loud, but he still cried, crying very sadly.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

……

Cui Jianlu ignored the crying of a child.

He had already walked to the gate, took out a precious Si Nan, and printed it on the gate in front of him.

Boom!

The door slowly opened.

What comes into view is a fairyland.

And an ancient sacred tree at the end.

Light like the Milky Way.

Brilliant in wonderland.

The Dao patterns interweave and gather into a network to support this world.

A red and green peach like a heart is right in the center of the twisted branches.

Ancient tree.

Miracle medicine.

And a green stone base.

On the stone seat, a young man who looked down upon the traces of time sat cross-legged.

The top corner of the halberd pointed diagonally toward the sky, and his red hair fell over his shoulders like a cascade.

Wearing a black and red Taoist robe.

The bluish-white palm was holding two seals.

The right hand is in the wheel-turning seal, while the left hand has an unidentifiable seal.

Behind him, a large banner about ten feet long hung down.

The wind blows.

The dark blue banner was raised.

At the same time, the monk sitting cross-legged on the green platform of the ancient tree suddenly opened his eyes.