The heavens started from the Sun Moon God Religion

Chapter 118 Kurong Zen Art
Not long after, several figures appeared in the snow in the distance.

Looking around, Lu Jiu saw four athletic eunuchs carrying a soft sedan chair up the mountain. The mountain road was rugged, but the four eunuchs carried the soft sedan chair but walked like flying, their bodies did not shake at all, and their breath was extremely calm.

"Pavilion Master Feng is so grand!"

When the soft sedan landed, Lu Jiu looked at Feng Wuyong, the owner of the worship pavilion, who came out of the soft sedan with a bit of sarcasm.

But Feng Wuyong still said with a smile: "Lord Lu, forgive me! This man, he doesn't want to walk a little more when he is old, otherwise the old man wouldn't sit in the cold palace for decades."

"A lot of nonsense!"

Lu Jiu was too lazy to exchange greetings with Feng Wuyong, so he slapped a palm with his backhand. The palm was as strong as the wind, exuding an icy aura, and pressed towards Feng Wuyong.

"Hehe... Lu Jiaozhu has such a big temper!"

Feng Wuyong's face was indifferent, his robe sleeves flicked in the void, and his energy was released.

Although his body was as dry as a tree, the energy he unleashed at random was extremely powerful. The energy flew all over the air, and a whistling sound followed, like a wild charging beast, knocking Lu Jiu's palm away. The explosion spread.

choke...

The sound of weapons being unsheathed all around sounded, and all the masters of the worship pavilion raised their weapons one after another. The awe-inspiring murderous intent permeated the top of Shenglian Mountain like a tide, making people shiver unconsciously.

"It seems that Pavilion Master Feng is going to put me to death today!" Lu Jiu said coldly.

"Lord Lu was joking, the old man said before that regardless of the success or failure of this battle, the Tibetan Art Building in the palace is allowed to enter and exit by Master Lu!
What's more, with Master Lu's martial arts skills, how can these people be opponents? "Feng Wuyong said with a smile.

Lu Jiu sneered inwardly.

It sounds good, but he can be sure that as long as he is injured after the battle with Feng Wuyong, or his true energy is exhausted, these first-class priests on the top of the mountain, including Zhengyi celestial master Zhang Taiyuan and Jin Yiwei hiding in the dense forest at the bottom of the mountain, will Like a shark smelling blood, he shot him and even killed him at any cost.

"Humph!"

Lu Jiu snorted coldly, and out of nowhere, it was as if a thunderbolt rang in everyone's ears.

In the next instant, Lu Jiu's body was rushing like a gust of wind, like a raging wave, endless Xuanming Zhenqi spewed out from between his palms, and he pressed down on Feng Wuyong like a thunderbolt, and the strength of his palm blasted out. Roll up to cover the sky.

Feng Wuyong narrowed his eyes and felt a strong wind rushing in front of him. The huge pressure was like a towering mountain collapsing, mixed with the sky full of wind and snow, making people feel like they were falling into hell.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The wrinkles on his face were blown away like waves, but Feng Wuyong sighed 'OK' three times in succession.

Suddenly, a powerful aura rose from him.

dong dong dong...

A strange and thunderous sound came from his body, and when he stepped forward, he suddenly let out a long howl, like a tiger roaring and a monkey's cry, and the sound waves rushed out like waves and tides, overwhelming mountains and seas.

boom!
Feng Wuyong also slammed out a palm, the strength of the palm was as fierce as thunder, and it was as fast as electricity.

rumbling...

The energies collided in mid-air, and clusters of qi energies exploded one after another. The powerful qi waves set off waves of qi energy ripples in mid-air, and the rumbling sound echoed throughout the Holy Lotus Mountain, which lasted for a long time.

Under the pressure of energy, all the masters of the worship pavilion around the outer circle retreated again and again.

The snow that was blown up by the vigorous energy rustled down, revealing the figures of Lu Jiu and Feng Wuyong.

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

With a dignified face, Lu Jiu asked in a deep voice.

Before taking action, Feng Wuyong's body was like a dead tree, with not much flesh and blood all over his body. He looked more like a decrepit old man with half his foot in the coffin.

However, according to Lu Jiu's perception, his thin body exudes a very terrifying aura, especially the exuberant energy and blood in his body. He doesn't look like an old guy in his 80s at all.

The qi and blood are as thick as a mountain, and a strong and fierce breath under the swell of true qi makes people palpitate.

According to Lu Jiu's guess, Feng Wuyong must have practiced a magical skill that can lock his own blood, otherwise, at his age, his blood would have been withered to the extreme.

Feng Wuyong smiled indifferently, and said: "This is Ku Rong Zen skill!"

Kurong Zen skills?

Lu Jiu was taken aback, was it the exercise in his memory?

After calming down for a while, Lu Jiu said: "It is rumored that in the Song Dynasty, there was a small country in the south named Dali!"

"One day Dragon Temple in Dali Kingdom was the place where the Dali royal family became monks and cultivated. As far as I know, there was a magical skill in Tianlong Temple at that time, called 'Kurong Chan Gong'. Yiku means that one can lock one's own blood and prolong one's life by practicing to a high level.

At that time, there was a master Kurong in Tianlong Temple who was famous all over the world. I don't know what is the origin of this Kurong Chan Gong and the Kurong Chan Gong of Tianlong Temple? "

As soon as these words came out, Feng Wuyong, Zhang Taiyuan and others were immediately shocked.

Especially Feng Wuyong, when he acquired this Kurong Zen skill, it was recorded in the secret book. This skill was passed down from a royal temple in Dali Kingdom in the Northern Song Dynasty.

I thought that I was the only one in the world who knew the origin of the Kurong Zen Technique, but I didn't expect that Lu Jiu could explain it clearly.

At that moment, Feng Wuyong asked curiously: "Not only is Master Lu's martial arts superb, but his knowledge also impresses the old man, but how did Your Excellency Ku Rong know about this Zen skill?"

Lu Jiu chuckled, naturally he wouldn't tell Feng Wuyong the truth: "It is said that in the Northern Song Dynasty, innate masters emerged in an endless stream. Today, I want to see what is so great about Pavilion Master Feng's Ku Rong Chan Kung Fu passed down from the Northern Song Dynasty."

While speaking, Lu Jiu slowly raised his right palm in front of his chest and drew a semi-circular arc. The next moment, his right palm was pushed out suddenly, and it changed from extremely slow to extremely fast in an instant, giving people a feeling of interlacing speed and slowness.

With a palm strike, the strong true energy bursts the air, and with the palm strength as the center, it gathers and compresses all the air flowing around, like a huge hurricane group, the air is swirled and buzzing, violently trembling.

"What a profound internal strength!"

Feng Wuyong was astonished, astonished that Lu Jiu had such profound internal strength at his age.

One must know that internal strength cultivation must be down-to-earth, one step at a time, and one must not be too eager for success. Although the speed and quality of condensing true qi in the cultivation methods are different, the accumulation of true qi ultimately comes down to hard work.

It is precisely because of this that warriors in the Jianghu tend to be older and more cultivated.

However, Lu Jiu seems to be a monster and a freak. He is only over thirty years old, but his internal skills are unparalleled in the world. I really don't know how he cultivates them.

Even if you take some thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and iceberg snow lotus and other elixirs since childhood, you may not be able to reach this state.

(End of this chapter)