Taoist students

Chapter 939
In the void somewhere in the ancient and fierce place, the handsome monk and the man in the dragon robe were sitting opposite each other on a table, each drinking the spirit tea in front of them.

"Eastern benefactor, in fact, the poor monk came here to ask something."

At this time, the handsome monk looked at the man in the dragon robe and said.

"Why is the Dharma King so polite? Just speak out." The man in the dragon robe raised his hand.

"That poor monk will stop beating around the bush, and dare to ask the Eastern benefactor if he killed a Nightmare tribe member in that world-shattering battle."

Hearing this, the man in dragon robe put the teacup to his lips, and he gave the handsome monk a meaningful look, and then he heard him say: "Too many people were killed, I can't remember clearly."

After saying that, he took a sip of his cup of spiritual tea lightly.

The handsome monk smiled slightly. "It turns out that the benefactor of the East forgot, so let's forget it."

"Why, the Dharma King is a member of the Buddhist sect. Could it be that he is still interested in who I killed?" the man in the dragon robe said.

"Amitabha, yes and no!" The handsome monk chanted a Buddha's name.

Seeing this dragon robe man looked back indifferently.

The handsome monk took a breath and explained: "To be honest, the Nightmare cultivator was appointed by the Buddha back then."

Hearing his words, the man in the dragon robe finally raised his head in surprise this time.

The handsome monk looked at the man, and then he smiled kindly. "These are old things. Since this person is dead, he naturally has no relationship with my Buddha. Fortunately, the Buddhist ceremony will open again, and three people who have the relationship with the Buddha will be re-selected. At that time, I hope that the Eastern benefactor will appreciate his face." , come to my Daxitian to observe it."

"Is it going to start again?" The man in the dragon robe frowned and muttered, as if caught in some kind of long-term memory.After a long time, he nodded: "Yes."

"It's so good." Although the handsome monk had expected the answer, he still showed an overjoyed expression.

The two were relatively silent, and after a while, the man in the dragon robe spoke out first.

"Why does the King think that the Nightmare tribe was killed by me?"

"Hehe, because of the strength of that Nightmare Clan member, among those people back then, only the Eastern benefactor had the ability to kill him."

"His Majesty praises me too much," said the man in the dragon robe.

"It's not flattering, the Eastern benefactor has strange blood, even if the power of the blood is as far away as the Western Heaven, the poor monk is like thunder."

After hearing this person's words, the man in the dragon robe curled his lips into a chuckle. "Then I should really feel honored."

The handsome monk looked at the tea leaves floating in the cup, shook his head and sighed: "It's just that the poor monk has never seen it, although he has heard of it. It's really a pity."

"Hearing the meaning of the king, it seems that he wants to see it!"

"If it's possible, the poor monk will be very happy." The handsome monk's eyes flashed brightly.

"It's possible, but in exchange, the Dharma King must agree to one condition." The man in the dragon robe said.

"Eastern benefactor, please speak."

"It's a matter here. I want to discuss with the Dharma King. I don't know if the Dharma King can enlighten me."

Hearing this, Junmei Junmei smiled wryly and said: "My Buddhist sect has strict disciplines, and we must never fight or kill. Why should the Eastern benefactor embarrass the poor monk?"

"No, no, I'm just waiting to learn from one or two, just click as far as I can, why come to fight and kill." The man in the dragon robe said.

"This... that's fine!" After pondering for a moment, the handsome monk nodded and agreed to the matter.

Seeing this, the man in the dragon robe displayed a vigorous and resolute style. The man stretched out his right hand, and then the handsome monk saw that the pad of his index finger began to turn red slowly, and finally a small drop of blood condensed .

As soon as the blood beads surfaced, they jumped like living things.

After seeing this object, the handsome monk showed a strange light in his eyes, with a look of great interest.

But then the man in the dragon robe flicked it with his fingers.

"call out!"

The bright red blood drops pierced through the air, and disappeared in the depths of the ancient and fierce place in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the handsome monk looked at the direction where the blood bead disappeared, and through the infinite distance, he saw the blood bead sinking into the eyebrows of a young Taoist priest at a glance, and the next moment, the young Taoist priest's momentum rose sharply.

……

At this time, Dongfang Mo did not expect that at this moment, the power of his bloodline would explode, and the wood spirit root would also mutate.

At this moment, he felt stronger than ever.

And at the moment when his wood spirit root mutated.

"Kakakakaka..."

The big tree that the dust whisk turned into seemed to be supplemented with a steady stream of spiritual power, and it began to grow taller and taller, and it grew into a towering tree of more than a hundred feet in an instant.

At the same time, the wicker-like branches tightened suddenly, and the pale silver coffin that could be pulled around before was rigidly fixed in mid-air. At this moment, it could only tremble wildly, but showed no sign of breaking free.

"This is……"

Seeing this scene, Fu Ling's eyes were filled with horror.

"This is the power of the Dongfang family's blood!"

As the enemy of the Dongfang family, Sima Qi obviously knew this family better than Fu Ling, even the power of blood.

What makes him strange is that in the past, if members of the Dongfang family exploded with blood power, the family seal between the eyebrows would inevitably be ignited, but Dongfang Mo's eyebrows were empty, and he did not see the existence of the family seal. Common sense.

Just as he was thinking this way, Dongfang Mo suddenly murmured an obscure incantation.

"Puff puff……"

As the sound of his incantations fell, small green grasses emerged from the ground under everyone's feet.

In the next moment, these tender green grasses grew wildly, and finally turned into waist-thick turquoise vines.

Countless vines covered a range of thousands of feet, and then twisted suddenly.In the swishing sound, interspersed back and forth, an incomparably huge spherical cage was woven into, trapping the three of them in an airtight manner.

Dongfang Mo looked at Fu Ling and Sima Qi with bloodlust in his eyes, and then pinched his fingers again.

After that, clusters of dense ink-colored vitality gushed out from his fingers like bubbles. As soon as Fang emerged, he soared into the air and floated lightly towards the surroundings.At the moment of touching the huge cage, a sound of "wave" merged into it.

With the integration of the clumps of vitality, everyone saw that the originally turquoise cage turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. In addition to giving people a sense of indestructibility, there were also sharp thorns emerging from it. Thorns, densely packed towards the crowd.

For a moment the cage became extremely hideous.

Both Fu Ling and Sima Qi felt a surge of vitality from the cage that trapped them. They didn't expect Dongfang Mo to be able to cast such a powerful wood-type spell.

"Tips for carving insects!"

At this moment Sima Qi sneered, and the man swung the precious sword above his head.

"His!"

The Baizhang sword burst out and slashed fiercely on the cage.

"Oh!"

But this cut made a muffled sound, and saw that the wood slag fell from the cage, and a deep knife mark appeared, but the severed vines continued to grow the next moment, and the incision healed as before.

Now that Dongfang Mo's wood spirit root has mutated, the power of his bloodline has erupted, and the withering prison technique he has used is reinfused with vitality, it's not something Sima Qi, who can only use [-]% to [-]% of his strength, can break open with a single blow.

But after seeing Dongfang Mo's powerful strength at this moment, Fu Ling no longer hesitated, and the woman slammed the bell in her hand.

"Jingle Bell!"

With the ringing of the bell, the pale silver coffin bounded by the towering tree with a height of hundreds of feet below, the surface of the silver light rose sharply, and violently shook again.As long as he released his natal corpse, Fu Ling believed that it would be more than enough to kill Dongfang Mo.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo's eyes flashed fiercely, and he waved his right hand towards Fu Ling.In an instant, hundreds of thousands of demon souls split in half by Sima Qi suddenly gathered together, and then submerged towards Fu Ling.

The demon soul rolled and formed a black demon wall, blocking all the space in front of Fu Ling, making it impossible for the woman to avoid it.

Seeing Dongfang Mo's posture of preparing to fight two against one, Sima Qi's heart welled up with anger. The man moved and turned into a stream of light to kill Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo looked back at this person, and then his mind moved.Only three whistling sounds were heard, and the three boulders that had been smashed into the ground before shot up into the sky at this moment.

And still in mid-air, the three boulders shrunk one after another, and all of them were reduced to the size of Zhang Xu.

At the moment of whistling, three boulders appeared in the shape of a character, and after passing through Dongfang Mo from the middle, they blasted towards Sima Qi who was killing him.

Sima Qi swung the mana in his arm, crossed left and right, and the two saber lights crossed and cut down immediately.

The next moment, there was a loud sound of metal interweaving, and the knife light slashed on the three boulders, ejecting sparks one by one.

And although the three huge boulders were chopped off, the two saber lights collapsed at the same time.

This is very different from the situation where Sima Qi was able to split a boulder into the air with a single blow.

Seeing this, Dongfang Mo stretched out his hand, and gently pushed the top of his head.

"Hoohoo!"

The three boulders smashed towards Sima Qi again, and before they got close to this person, the three boulders suddenly separated and were about to form a three-stone formation, trapping Sima Qi in it.

Back then, Dongfang Mo had used the three-stone formation to trap the corpse of the Heavenly Demon Que, but now his strength has increased greatly, as long as this person falls into the three-stone formation, there will be nowhere to escape.

Although he didn't know Dongfang Mo's purpose, Sima Qi's heart skipped a beat for no reason when he saw the three boulders attacking him. Then he stomped his feet and shot towards the rear.

"Want to go!"

Dongfang Mo's mind moved.

"Om..."

A terrifying gravitational force erupted from the natal stone, making Sima Qi feel as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

"Om..."

In the next moment, a circle of soul fluctuations diffused from the soul-suppressing stone, rippling on his body, and made him appear in a trance for a moment.

"Hoohoo!"

At the same time, the mirror-smooth black rain stone smashed towards Sima Qi.

"boom!"

This blow landed firmly on Sima Qi's chest.

But what is shocking is that even if he was hit by the Black Rain Stone, Sima Qi only flew back several tens of feet.

"Well!"

After the man stood firm, a stream of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and the green color on his face became deeper.

Dongfang Mo's pupils shrank, and Sima Qi, relying on his physical body, actually took a heavy blow from the Black Rain Stone, how could he not be surprised.

"court death!"

Sima Qi didn't know what Dongfang Mo was thinking, and at the same time he was furious, an afterimage was pulled out of his figure and rushed towards Dongfang Mo.

But what greeted him were three boulders roaring towards him.

Seeing this, Sima Qi waved the treasured sword in his hand, chopping and slashing, pounding the three boulders continuously, never giving Dongfang Mo a chance to form a three-stone formation.

Seeing that this person saw through his plot, Dongfang Mo suddenly opened his mouth, his throat twitching slightly.

"call out!"

The blood tore through the gap between the three boulders at an incredible speed, shooting towards Sima Qi's eyebrows.

But Sima Qi has a Dao-breaking cultivation base, and the power of his spiritual consciousness is not comparable to that of an Immortal Ascension Boundary cultivator. At the critical moment, this person turned sideways slightly, and the blood shot out from the side of his cheek, leaving nothing.

However, when Sima Qi turned around again, he found that Dongfang Mo had already appeared not far in front of him, and in front of Dongfang Mo, there was an extra large black clock about the size of Zhang Xu.

"when!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw the pitch-black soul shaking stone knocking on the big bell.

With just this blow, a circle of thick black sound waves waved out from the mouth of the bell, from small to large, it was about to cover him.

Facing the divine soul attack from the soul-shocking stone striking the soul-destroying bell, Sima Qi's expression changed. At this moment, he took a deep breath, and then opened his mouth violently.

"Bah!"

A strange syllable came from the mouth.

Then a white illusory rune also blocked in front of him from small to large.

When the black sound wave hit the rune, the white rune suddenly disappeared, but the black sound wave also became extremely dim. Sima Qi's face turned slightly pale, and he took half a step back to block the remaining power of the sound wave. down.

In the next moment, he will take this opportunity to get closer to Dongfang Mo.

"Ok?"

But just as he made a move, suddenly the precious saber in his hand flickered.

In just this moment, Sima Qi understood something.

Inspired by his mana, he stepped back without hesitation, and appeared at a height of hundreds of feet, distanced himself from Dongfang Mo.

The next moment, he threw away the treasured sword that was shining in his hand.

At this moment, an astonishing scene appeared, with a "bang", the treasured knife exploded, turning into a large piece of bright aura.

Then these auras condensed and turned into phantoms of precious swords.With him as the center, the phantom of the precious sword scattered towards both sides, and finally hovered behind Sima Qi like a pair of huge white wings.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Mo frowned.

He subconsciously looked at the man's waist, where the scabbard of the precious sword was still hanging.

"hiss!"

Then he gasped for breath.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now he felt that the scabbard on Sima Qi's waist was very similar in breath to a certain treasure on his body.

But before he had time to think about it, Sima Qi opened his arms and swung forward in the next breath.

Behind him, the pair of "wings" made up of phantoms of precious swords flapped towards Dongfang Mo.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

A phantom arrow piercing through the air like a phantom arrow of a treasured sword, sealed off the area with a radius of hundreds of feet.

Faced with this blow, Dongfang Mo finally felt a hint of danger. With a big move, the three stones of his life roared towards him, and finally floated in front of him, forming a character shape again.Not only that, the three natal stones suddenly spun, forming a vortex.

Dongfang Mo stretched out his palm, and under the operation of the anode body forging technique, he grasped with five fingers, and a suction force suddenly burst out from his palm.

And this suction force was infinitely magnified after passing through the vortex formed by the three boulders.

The next moment, countless phantoms of precious swords that came from the spurt submerged into the vortex one after another, making a crackling sound.

This situation lasted for more than ten breaths, and the phantoms of thousands of precious swords were finally swallowed into the vortex.

"boom!"

It's just that Dongfang Mo didn't have time to rejoice, the next moment his figure seemed to be hit hard, and he fell towards the ground, and finally hit the ground with a bang, leaving a long trace.

Looking at the place where he was standing before, Sima Qi's figure appeared at some point, and now this person is still maintaining the movement of punching out.

"Cough cough cough..."

Dongfang Mo coughed violently, and felt that all internal organs in his body were churning.

"Physical repair!"

At this moment, he looked up at Sima Qi with a look of astonishment.

　Today's chapter is updated, but it is more than 4000 words.

　　
　
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