God Ring Howl

Zhao Xiang secretly made up his mind.

In the future, once you have time and opportunity, you must go to the first floor of Shenhuan to study alchemy.

I want to see if there is any heaven-defying formula for refining the body, so as to prepare a high-quality body for Zhikong's soul.

Zhao Xiang, who sits cross-legged on the fifth floor of the divine ring, although he has refined his physical body, is currently unable to start refining due to his cultivation base being sealed.

He thought to himself, perhaps without breaking the seal of his cultivation, he could refine his body.

Zhao Xiang opened his eyes, burst out a cold light, swung his palm like a knife, and shortened his long hair a little.

After a little thought, Zhao Xiang made a decision in his heart.

He stood up long, and said to Uncle Huan who was standing beside him, in a deep voice: "Uncle Huan, the ancestor Huitong repeatedly told me not to provoke Yuankong easily, saying that I might not be his opponent, what does Uncle Huan think?" , "

"The master's ancestor, Abbot Huitong, cultivated to be equivalent to a sixth-level golden immortal in the Buddhist world, but he cultivated the golden Buddha fruit. It cannot but be said to be a miracle," Uncle Huan said thoughtfully, "I say this to tell Master, Buddhist cultivators who possess heaven-defying treasures and magical powers such as the Golden Buddha Fruit and Tianyantong, generally speaking, the conclusions they deduce are not wrong, but from the perspective of this old slave, the calculations made by the master's ancestor, Abbot Huitong It's just that according to common sense, variables may not be taken into account, so there may be some deviations in his calculations. Although he discovered many secrets about the master by relying on his eyesight, he didn't see the master's real cultivation. You shouldn't blame the master's ancestors for miscalculating or inaccurate calculations, even the old master of the God Realm, the nameless old man, can't explain the master's situation very clearly, probably because the master is a strange existence between heaven and earth."

"Uncle Huan agrees with me to attack Yuankong freely, rectify the Buddhist sect, and bring it back to normal with ruthless hands," Zhao Xiang said solemnly, with sternness in his eyes flickering again and again.

"Dangduan is constantly rebelling against it. The old slave feels that the master should make full use of the fact that many forces can't accurately judge your cultivation level, and quickly break the situation and strive for the initiative. Once they fully understand the master's truth, I am afraid that the Internet will be destroyed by then. Close the door, if you want to break free and resist again, it will be too late," Uncle Huan immediately analyzed quite thoroughly.

"Thank you Uncle Huan, Zhao Xiang has been taught," Zhao Xiang saluted deeply, his voice very sincere.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xiang's body swayed, and blue ripples rippled behind him.

He stepped out of the divine ring.

Zhao Xiang withdrew his earth-shattering icy aura, dressed in a blue shirt, and walked among the Buddhist temples with lost steps.

Suddenly, his eyes turned cold, because faintly, he heard a miserable howling sound from afar.

It was sent by Sikong and Yunkong, yes, it was them, there is no mistake.

One day ago, he had heard it near the god-killing formation that imprisoned Huitong, the abbot of the Buddhist sect, that is, his ancestor Zhao Tong.

Zhao Xiang was furious in his heart, narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly dispersed his hidden consciousness, and then crept away.

The main hall of Buddha Sect has a radius of [-] zhang, and the height of the main hall is [-] zhang. Inside the hall, there are several thick wooden pillars encircling each other.

On the main seat in the main hall, Abbot Huichan, the patriarch of the Buddhist sect, was sitting at this moment.

Standing beside Hui Chan is the preceptor of Hui Lv.

Standing next to Hui Lv was Yuan Kong.

They all looked serious.

In the main hall, there are 200 disciples of the third, fourth, fifth and sixth generations of Buddhist sect standing from near to far.

Zhang Zhang, Hui Lu, Yuan Kong and other second and third generation disciples above the main seat all wore golden cassocks.

The clothes worn by the rest of the monks are red, yellow and blue from near to far.

Not counting the abbot and law enforcement officers, all Buddhist disciples stood in awe.

The atmosphere in the hall is suffocating, and there are gloomy, cold, and terrifying particles flowing in the air.

There is a wide open space of four or five feet between the senior Buddhist sect, such as the abbot and the presiding officer, and the disciples of the Buddhist sect.

On the open space, two people were being tied up with five-flowered fairy ropes.

It was Yunkong and Sikong.

Beside them, there is a person standing respectively, namely Jingxu and Jingkong, the fourth generation disciples of the Buddhist sect.

Both of them held a barbed leather whip in their hands, and the edge of the leather was stained with bloody and miserable minced meat.

As for Yunkong and Sikong, their black clothes were torn and their bodies were covered with cuts and bruises. They were trembling uncontrollably.

Yuan Kong, who was just a few feet away, asked in a sinister and cold voice: "Yunkong, Sikong, for the sake of being a fellow student, I will ask one last time, will you hand over the Strong Spirit Art?"

A monk lying on the head, whose face was turned up and could no longer distinguish his face, spat a big mouthful of blood at Yuan Kong.

His voice was hoarse, and he cursed: "You dog-hearted wolf, has your conscience been swallowed by a dog? The master accepted you as a disciple and taught you to practice Buddhism and be good, but you fell into trouble for your own self-interest, disregarding the relationship between master and apprentice!" You will die badly, hmph, you want me to tell you the formula of the strong spirit, don’t even think about it, even if you die, I will not give it to you, his grandma is a bear, I will never give it to you, "

Yuan Kong's eyes were filled with coldness, and murderous intent suddenly arose.

Suddenly, a golden afterimage shot out from where Yuan Kong stood.

After a burst of crackling noise, the golden afterimage bounced back from the person who scolded just now.

"Hey, Sikong, you're not bad, you're kind, so please keep scolding, talk again, hey, why don't you say it, don't scold me anymore,"

Yuan Kong's insidious and vicious words went straight to Sikong Huanbang like a poisonous snake and a sharp sword.

From the shot to the return to the original position, within three breaths, Yuan Kong slapped Sikong more than ten times in the mouth.

At this time, Sikong's mouth was swollen, blood overflowed, all teeth were shattered, and even his tongue was shattered.

Only those eyes burst out with a biting cold light.

If eyes could kill, they would have killed Yuan Kong hundreds of times.

There were no complete words to export, only gurgling blood bubbles rushed towards Yuankong angrily accompanied by the sound of babbling.

Yuan Kong ignored Sikong again, but shifted his gaze to the suzerain Huichan.

Hui Chan understands it by heart.

He pretended to cough, and immediately said to Yun Kong who was lying on the other side.

"Yunkong, you teamed up with Sikong, Zhikong, and Jingkong, joined hands with Huitong, the original suzerain of the Buddhist sect, snatched the strong spirit formula, and stole the Buddhist sect to practice the golden Buddha fruit secret method to escape. Now you have turned black and white, beat you upside down, and pointed at my Buddhist sect. You can be convicted of pouring sewage, Dharma protector Yuankong has given you several opportunities to reform, but you have not lost your way, and you are still obsessed with your obsessions. Couldn't his golden words enlighten you masters and apprentices? tell the truth?"

On the other side, Huilu presided over the Discipline Academy, walked a few steps forward, uttered the Buddha's name, and said loudly: "It's good, good, Yun Kong, you should hand over the cultivation method of Qiang Ling Jue and Golden Buddha Fruit, although the Buddha does not kill , but never taboo against killing, if you continue to be so stubborn, you can't say that you can't use the thunderbolt method."