sword from heaven

Chapter 360 Yellow Dragon (third shift)
"Haha...hahahaha..." Xie Baiting looked up to the sky and laughed.

The laughter was like thunder, and the entire palace was trembling.

The guards were suddenly tense, and the sleeping court ladies, eunuchs, concubines, and queen mother were all awakened.

Song Yunge stared at him coldly.

I really underestimated this soul beyond the sky. After such a setback, it can recover in an instant.

Incredible!

Seeing Xie Baiting in good spirits and recovering as before, really makes people despair and depressed.

It seemed that no matter how hard he tried to injure him, it was nothing to him, like an ant shaking a tree, in vain.

"Amitabha!"

The nine eminent monks proclaimed the Buddha's name, wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths, sat cross-legged again, and lowered their eyes.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The wooden fish rang according to a unique rhythm, and then the sound of chanting followed.

The golden sword spins and pierces the ball with sword energy.

This time it didn't work.

The ball rotates at a high speed, which not only dissolves the golden sword's rotation, but also dissolves the sword energy, and instead absorbs the sword energy to strengthen itself.

The chanting and knocking on the wooden fish by the nine eminent monks not only did not damage the round bead, but nourished and repaired it.

Seeing this, Song Yunge hurriedly said: "Masters, stay here!"

The nine great monks ignored it, and continued to lower their eyes, chanting scriptures while knocking on the wooden fish, peaceful and quiet.

"Hahahaha..." Xie Baiting couldn't stop laughing.

The nine strings of prayer beads around his neck swayed with the laughter.

Song Yunge frowned and glanced at Xie Ziying.

Xie Ziying supported him, bit her red lips and shook her head lightly, indicating that she couldn't stop the nine eminent monks.

Except for the words of the father, the words of other people are indifferent to the nine eminent monks, and they don't hear them.

This is called concentration, and it is also the cultivation of xinxing.

Song Yunge shook his head, and suddenly his hands formed seals, and Chunlei let out a loud shout: "Duh!"

The nine eminent monks stopped abruptly.

Their hands that knocked on the wooden fish stopped in mid-air, and they didn't knock down for a long time, their expressions were blank as if they had lost something.

Xie Baiting, who had been sitting on the ground, slapping the ground and laughing wildly, also stopped and looked at Song Yunge blankly.

Song Yunge said slowly: "Eminent monks, don't waste your time, just let me do it!"

He motioned to Xie Ziying, Xie Ziying looked at him fixedly, saw his firm expression, nodded to herself, could only help Song Yunge to come to Xie Baiting, blocking between the nine eminent monks and Xie Baiting.

Song Yunge looked down at Xie Baiting.

Xie Baiting recovered at this time, withdrew his hand from patting the white jade floor, and said coldly: "Gu Xian, who are you?"

Song Yunge smiled: "Who does the second prince think I am?"

"You are definitely not Gu Xian, Gu Xian has no such ability!" Xie Baiting said coldly, looking at Xie Ziying: "Sixth sister, where is your cleverness? Can't you see that this is a fake?"

Song Yunge smiled and said: "Second prince, thanks to the princess, I got a secret book and I have achieved success in cultivation, so I can block the second prince's soul attack!"

Xie Ziying looked at him thoughtfully.

She guessed at once that it should be the secret book of Yanwu Hall.

The secrets of Yanwu Hall are profound and mysterious, and the book directly leads to the realm of the sword god.

But the so-called scarcity is the most precious, no matter how many precious secrets, if she wants to be successful in cultivation, she can only pick up one mind method to practice, and the remaining extraordinary skills and skills cannot be practiced too much, otherwise it will be more difficult to achieve success if she distracts her mind .

She doesn't know how to practice most of the secret manuals in the Martial Arts Hall, so she doesn't even bother to look at them.

It is not surprising that there is this kind of martial arts that involves the soul, it should be seen by Gu Xian, and Gu Xian has talent in this area, so he practiced it.

Song Yunge said: "I didn't expect that the second prince's soul is so wonderful that it can't be destroyed!"

"Gu Xian, I forgot to tell you that my soul is indeed immortal, just like the city in the sky!" Xie Baiting said with a chuckle, "And the more frustrated I become, the stronger I become every time I die. !"

Song Yunge said in a deep voice, "There is nothing immortal!"

"Gu Xian!" Xie Baiting said coldly, "Let go of me now, I can spare your lives!"

He was bound all over, unable to move, and he flew up several times just now, when he landed, his hands and feet felt extremely uncomfortable, as if he was being tortured.

He wanted to hold on and show indifference, but the pain was unbearable.

The thin rope on this body is weird and extremely tough, no matter how much I struggle, it's useless, the harder I struggle, the tighter it gets.

Now these strings have been strangled into the flesh, the pain is unbearable.

What's even more hateful is that it seems to have bound its own meridians and vitality, so it can't circulate vitality.

The discomfort caused by the improper posture, coupled with the pain caused by the rope, made his face ugly.

Song Yunge shook his head: "It's impossible to loosen the rope that binds the dragon, the second prince is still determined!"

"Second Brother, don't struggle anymore, the more you struggle, the more uncomfortable you will be." Xie Ziying persuaded.

"Very good, let's kill these bald donkeys first!" Xie Baiting gritted his teeth, the ball on the center of his brow circled and shot at one of the old monks.

"Amitabha!"

The nine eminent monks proclaimed the Buddha's name again, lowered their eyes and began to knock on the wooden fish, and murmured scriptures.

Song Yunge condensed the Taiyin needle again, and several Taiyin needles pierced into the bead, causing it to deflect.

It was spinning in the air, dodging the Taiyin Needle and shooting at the nine old monks, insisting on destroying them first.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk in charge took out a yellow bead from his bosom with a solemn expression.

This bead is round with a square shape, irregular in shape, and exudes a soft yellow light, making the God of Observation feel at ease.

"The younger generation is unworthy, the only way is to invite the patriarch's bone!" The old monk raised his hands high, lowered his head and murmured.

He tossed the yellow bead up into the sky.

Song Yunge frowned, and said loudly, "Is this the relic?"

"Exactly!" The head old monk nodded in pain, and knocked on the wooden fish again with his head down.

The relic disappeared and turned into a yellow light that was about to fall on the golden sword.

At this moment, Song Yunge had an idea, his eyes froze suddenly, and the soul-stirring technique was activated.

Immediately, yellow light fell on the center of his eyebrows, and the Ten Thousand Souls Refining Talisman had merged with the soul-absorbing technique.

The yellow light was absorbed by the Ten Thousand Souls Refining Talisman, and at the same time the Wushengjing was activated, and the two worked together to extract the memory in the relic.

Immediately, a series of Buddhist teachings and mantras came to mind, and at the same time, they also knew that the method they used was the Yellow Dragon Demon Sword.

"You..." The nine eminent monks all looked up at him.

Song Yunge said in a deep voice, "Masters, you're making a fool of yourself!"

"Haha...hahahaha..." Xie Baiting laughed loudly and said, "Gu Xian, you are so greedy that you even took the relic!"

Song Yunge sneered and began to chant sutras.

Immediately, one after another golden talisman landed on the golden sword that was spinning at high speed in the ball.

The golden sword's radiance suddenly became brighter, and then increased a bit, and the rotation speed increased accordingly, exceeding the rotation speed of the ball.

Xie Baiting's face changed slightly.

"Amitabha!" Seeing this, the nine eminent monks no longer struggled, bowed their heads and began to knock on the wooden fish and chant sutras.

"Ah!" Xie Baiting roared, and Yuanzhu turned to Xie Ziying.

Song Yunge didn't use the Taiyin needle this time, the golden sword suddenly flourished, and the ball burst into a dazzling light.

This time, even though Xie Ziying couldn't see the situation, she felt that her eyes were bright, as if the sun had fallen and she couldn't look directly at it.

"Let's see if you die this time!" Song Yunge manipulated the Huanglong Fumo sword to stir the shards of the beads.

(End of this chapter)