A mob of clones

"Zhenhui, you go first, I'll stay here and kill him!"

"Your turn in a moment! I'll catch up with you."

Watching Zhenhui running away quickly and gradually disappearing at the end of his sight, the white-haired white vulture An Guoxie smiled coldly.

But he didn't catch up.

He is a big robber who roams alone in the Sea of ​​Death and the oases of the surrounding countries. The Sea of ​​Death is his territory.

He also had a close relationship with Zeluoju, one of the major horse bandit leaders in Hanhai, and was very familiar with most of the terrain and climate changes here. The horse bandits and the desert here were their hands, feet and eyes. How could a newly arrived monk compare to him?

Qu Jiuniang didn't dare to offend the crying old man.

In a place like this, where can a mere young monk who has just gathered his energy run to?

At this moment, his attention was focused on Meng Qi, who had torn off his monk robe, holding a long knife, and staring at him with his eyes fixed, his sinister eyes full of disdain.

"kill me?!"

"Just you?"

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are classes.

The differences between the classes are almost unbridgeable.

In this arena, Wai Jing is known as a "first-class expert."

Under the external scene, half a step to the external scene, is considered a "second-rate master", all nine orifices open is "third-rate", six, seven, or eight orifices open is "fourth-rate".

Two or four orifices are “ordinary”.

Below the stage of enlightenment, it is collectively referred to as “not up to standard”.

With An Guoxie's keen eyesight, how could he not see that the little monk in front of him had not even reached the stage of enlightenment.

He is a powerful person with all nine orifices opened, and ranks 36th on the human list.

Killing ordinary Nine Apertures masters is as easy as butchering chickens for him.

A mere lowly monk, and you want to kill him?
He, An Guoxie, is standing here today. Who can kill him? Who dares to kill him?
In response to this, Meng Qi smiled. He naturally knew all this.

but……

"Yes! Just me!"

He wiped his mouth lightly and said nothing.

The next moment, a figure rushed out like a sharp arrow, and the long sword in his hand fell down with great force, with the force of splitting Mount Hua. Several sword lights turned into horizontal and vertical "井" characters, crisscrossing towards the figure in front of him.

An Guoxie narrowed his eyes, took a mysterious step, and his figure seemed to split into several parts.

Each ray of knife light flashed by a phantom, but it only cut through the air.

The figure of the white-headed vulture appeared beside Meng Qi at some point, and he slowly stretched out his dead wood-like palm, slapped the big knife, making the knife stiff, and then hit Meng Qi's heart with his palm.

The attack was ruthless and efficient, and he looked like he was going to kill the person with one strike.

But when the palm shadow fell, a look of surprise appeared on An Guoxie's skinny face.

Wherever his hand pointed, a faint golden light surged.

A layer of Buddha's light blocked his palm an inch in front of the little monk in front of him. Even with his level of cultivation, it was difficult for him to move forward.

Seeing this, An Guoxie's sinister face froze.

But then he revealed a sarcastic expression.

Meng Qi's sword came again, and An Guoxie's black cloak spread out behind him, and he dodged as lightly as a vulture.

But his eyes were still fixed on Meng Qi in front of him.

"Practicing divine skills horizontally?"

Seeing that his trump card was exposed, Meng Qi seemed to no longer hide it.

His body was shining with golden light, and his golden bell and iron cloth shirt were fully opened.

He opened his mouth and roared, and his figure rushed towards An Guoxie like a golden statue.

But unfortunately, the gap in speed between the two was more than one step, and he was still avoided effortlessly.

The knife in his hand turned into a fine fishing net, but it could not touch An Guoxie's figure at all.

Even at the moment when the last knife fell, An Guoxie stepped on the tip of the knife.

The white-haired man looked at Meng Qi in front of him with admiration, and when he saw his current appearance of a golden arhat, he uttered a compliment.

But then the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Yes, you have the ability to be arrogant, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong opponent!"

He lowered his palm, and the inner energy in his hand surged, landing heavily on the knife in Meng Qi's hand.

The true energy flowed along the blade and vibrated Meng Qi's palm, causing the knife to slip out of Meng Qi's hand.

"Clang~"

The sound of a big knife falling to the ground was heard, and a ferocious smile appeared on An Guoxie's face.

Suddenly, a palm hit Meng Qi in the face.
In an instant, the palm wind became scorching hot. Standing in front of it was like being trapped in the depths of the desert, with difficulty breathing, dry skin, dehydrated body, and lack of strength.

It feels like dying of dehydration.

As the disciple of the Crying Old Man, An Guoxie was not capable of learning the Crying Old Man's unique martial art, the Eighteen Beats of the Wicked Souls.

However, his Crazy Sand Divine Art has achieved some success and is specifically designed to defeat those monks who have practiced horizontal training.

It's just some protective qi. If this continues, the monk will die in no time!

"I'm lucky. If I kill this guy, I won't be afraid of being punished by the ancestor."

"If you can also kill the one that escaped, you might even receive a reward!"

Meng Qi is not dead yet, but An Guoxie has already started thinking about what to do next.

His past experience told him that he had already won...

?
"what--"

Pain rushed from his palm straight to his brain. An Guoxie came back to his senses from his thoughts and his eyes widened instantly.

He saw Meng Qi, who should have died in his hands, actually resisted his Crazy Sand Magic Skill and opened his mouth to bite his hand with his teeth.

The skin was broken, blood was flowing, and large pieces of flesh were bitten off.

An Guoxie could feel that the teeth of the guy in front of him were even touching his bones. Even his bones, which were as hard as iron and had been refined by the Crazy Sand Divine Art, seemed to begin to show teeth marks under the opponent's teeth.

"asshole!"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

An Guoxie used his internal energy madly, punching and kicking Meng Qi in front of him.

The Crazy Sand Magic Art explodes with divine power.

The moment Meng Qi's sturdy and strong body was touched by this true energy, it seemed as if all the moisture was squeezed out, and it became dry and cracked.

Large pieces of flesh peeled off, revealing the bones inside.

But Meng Qi seemed not to feel it. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.

An Guoxie's eyes flashed with ferocity. He fixed his eyes on the long sword that he had knocked down and tried to grab it with his kicks.

But the next moment An Guoxie was surprised to find that his legs suddenly could not touch the ground.

A sense of crisis of death came into my heart.

An Guoxie turned his head mechanically and saw a chest as hard as a rock, a three-meter-tall giant, and two lotus-shaped palms.

He suddenly raised his head and looked into the giant's eyes, and saw a pair of eyes like this.

No one is talking here.

But when the azure light shone on his pale face, he seemed to hear it.

I heard Meng Qi saying - "I caught you!"

……

At this time, the view came to the other side...

Xuan Bei's side...

"Crying old man, you are here as expected!"

The Buddha's light and the sound of ghosts crying opposed each other, with black and gold each occupying a piece of the sky.

Xuan Ci's face was calm, and he had a string of Buddhist beads in his hand at some point. His body was shining with Buddha's light, and no matter how the wrathful ghosts around him wailed, they could not get close to him.

"You came here on purpose to ambush? It seems that you already knew that I was coming to Hanhai!"

"How can I kill you if I don't come?!"

"I have always had revenge."

Between heaven and earth, the wind was howling, ghosts were crying, and wolves were howling. Suddenly, a thin and dark old man appeared on the top of the mountain.

He had a black scarf on his head, a white robe on his body, and his eyes were droopy with a few white spots under them, as if they were tears dripping from his eyes. This is the origin of his nickname "Crying Old Man".

The crying old man looked at Xuan Bei in front of him, with an expression that seemed to be both crying and laughing on his face. He walked forward step by step while surrounded by dense swarms of resentful ghosts like locusts.

He opened his mouth, grinned with his black teeth and said:

"I heard that you were going to the Vajra Temple, so I'm waiting for you here."

"I knew you would come here."

"You guessed right."

Xuan Ci was neither sad nor happy. A string of prayer beads appeared in his hand at some point. The Buddha's light on the prayer beads was like water, hanging down from his hand.

Xuan Bei's eyes also drooped.

The three of them, the master and his disciples, came to the vast sea, and only the Shaolin Temple's top leaders knew the news. Now, they had just entered the vast sea, and the crying old man was waiting here.

Could it be that... there are foreign enemies hiding in Shaolin Temple?

Seeing Xuan Bei in front of him thinking, the hardworking man was in no hurry to act. He turned his eyes around as if he wanted to watch a good show, and said with a sinister smile:
"Do you think that if you send your two apprentices away, they will survive?"

"Although I am too lazy to take care of them, I have disciples waiting for me down below."

"Do you think your disciples can escape?"

Xuan Bei: "If we don't send them away, the aftermath of the battle between the Grandmasters will leave them with nothing left. They still have a chance of survival down there."

"A glimmer of hope?"

In response to Xuan Bei's words, the crying old man sneered.

But before he could say anything, a deafening roar suddenly attracted the attention of the two.

The crying old man's originally smiling face suddenly turned gloomy.

He felt that at the moment the explosion just happened, one of his disciples had died!

The crying old man's face, which was not very good to begin with, became even uglier at this moment.

Especially when his eyes swept over Xuan Bei beside him, his expression became even gloomier.

As evil spirits howled in the sky, his eyes instantly shifted to the location of the explosion.

In less than a breath, he could see the situation clearly.

I saw that on the land that was originally full of yellow sand, a long glazed corridor had been sintered into place.

At the end of the corridor, a pale little monk was lying on the ground with a pale face.

In front of the little monk was a pair of broken and burnt calves.

Although this scene is shocking, it is just that in the eyes of the crying old man.

However, the crying old man's face was still terribly ugly.

Because he recognized the two legs on the ground; they were the white-headed vulture An Guoxie, who was ranked 36th on the list of his disciples!
Angry, the crying old man was really angry.

He had just made a big boast the previous second, but was slapped in the face the next second, and in front of his enemies.

How could the crying old man, a guy who cares about his reputation, tolerate this? !

"The rubbish is really rubbish. He can't even beat a mere bald donkey."

"But even if they are trash, they are still trash under my command."

"Damn you bald asses! Go to hell!"

The angry roar shook the earth.

Immediately above Meng Qi's head, large groups of vengeful spirits formed a raging black storm.

The sounds of ghosts crying and wolves howling were endless.

This shameless fellow actually disregarded his status as a grandmaster and wanted to directly kill a mere junior who was just gathering energy.

"go to hell!"

In an instant, Meng Qi, who was already weak and lying on the ground, felt his skin quickly crack. Black mist floated out of his body and screams of pain came out of his mouth, as if his soul was about to be stripped away.

Although they both use the Crazy Sand Divine Art, the Crying Old Man’s performance is not comparable to that of An Guoxie.

Within ten miles, the land that had finally shown some signs of life quickly withered amid flying sand and rocks, and the ground became desolate and yellow, as if all the moisture had been drained out.

All the cattle and sheep herders within dozens of miles stood still, their skin and muscles dehydrated inch by inch. Faint black shadows flew out of their bodies and headed towards the "evil spirits" on the top of the mountain.

This horrific scene did not stop at the hill and the nearby oasis, but spread over an area of ​​hundreds of miles, attempting to drain the souls of all living things and wither the entire earth.

Outside Liusha Village, covered by wind and sand, the relatively normal soil dried up and cracked, extending from the direction of the hill all the way into the village, and to the more distant areas behind.

This is just the area affected by the aftermath, not to mention Meng Qi who is in the core area.

In just one breath, he was on the verge of death.

But just when he was about to die.

"After today, for hundreds of thousands of millions of kalpas, I vow to save all the suffering beings in the hells and the three evil paths in the world, and to save them from the hells, the evil paths, the animals, the hungry ghosts, and all those who are suffering from their sins. When all of them, who are suffering from their sins, have become Buddhas, I will attain enlightenment."

"I will not attain Buddhahood until hell is empty; I will not attain Bodhi until all sentient beings are saved."

The mighty sound of chanting sutras exploded in the sky like muffled thunder.

The brilliant golden Buddha light spread thousands of miles away in an instant.

Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, the evil ghosts and wronged souls surging in the sky lost their hideous and malicious looks in the blink of an eye, their faces became peaceful, and they disappeared into the air.

The wind and sand stopped, and the sound of Buddhist scriptures could be heard at the foot of the mountain. Within ten miles, clumps of withered dry grass gradually turned green, and undercurrents gurgled.

The mummified skin of the herdsmen's cattle and sheep within fifty miles slowly became plump, and the black souls that had flown out returned to their bodies, and the breath of life was full.

A hundred miles away, the cracked earth became stable again.

Countless innocent people in Liushaji who were about to fall into hell escaped from "hell" one after another, and looked at the human world which remained the same as before, feeling confused and scared.

Meng Qi also gradually regained his vitality at this moment.

His complexion improved, Meng Qi suddenly woke up, and then quickly spat out the blood and flesh in his mouth, and swallowed the magic beans that had been hidden in his mouth.

Feeling the heat surging in his body, restoring his strength and completely healing all the wounds on his body, Meng Qi climbed up from the ground and reviewed everything that had just happened. The few pieces of clothes he had left were soaked with cold sweat.

It’s thrilling. It’s really thrilling.

Meng Qi had already thought about the problem of being exhausted after launching the Kamehameha.

So before the battle, he stuffed the Senzu beans into his mouth early.

After preparing a Kamehameha, he hurried back and continued running.

But the plans couldn't keep up with the changes.

The white-headed vulture An Guoxie's Qinggong skills were too strong. Meng Qi was afraid that he would miss the opponent with his Kamehameha, so he used his teeth to fix him and prevent him from escaping.

I didn't expect that I would almost get myself into trouble.

The Crazy Sand Magic Skill is indeed worthy of being called one of the Crying Old Man's unique skills.

The moment Meng Qi bit An Guoxie's palm, his own mouth was almost broken.

With loose gums and a dry tongue, there was no way to control the situation inside the mouth, let alone swallow the Senzu beans.

If the passage from the Buddhist scripture had not replenished his blood, he didn't know how long he would have struggled on the spot before he could barely swallow the magic beans.

Thinking of all this, Meng Qi couldn't help but pat his chest hard.

I was just afraid.
Meng Qi looked back and saw that the battle on the border around the hill seemed to be slightly different.

The Buddha's light in the sky formed a semicircle, locking the thick black air firmly on the other side of the sky.

As the Buddha's light shone on his body, Meng Qi could clearly feel a warm sensation, which was the will of his master.

It is obvious that his master is still protecting him now.

Seeing this, Meng Qi not only pursed his lips, but also wanted to burst out with strength again and use Kamehameha to help his master.

In times of crisis, he completely abandoned all the painting styles and the white clothes as white as snow. Being able to fight was the most useful thing.

But he also knew that with his own strength, he would not be able to even get close to the mountain, let alone help his master, and would become a burden instead...

"This time, the crying old man just faced off against Master An Guoxie and was blocking him at the foot of the mountain."

"I'm afraid they came prepared."

Thinking about how my junior brother was alone in the inn, acting clumsily and without experience, if he didn't handle things properly, he would be killed.

Meng Qi, who originally had a little thought of taking the opportunity to escape, completely dismissed these thoughts at this moment. He looked determined, turned around, and walked away decisively without hesitation.

He responded to this with a roar of anger.

……

The crying old man looked at the fleeing Meng Qi, and the look in his eyes became even more ferocious.

The look he gave Xuan Bei in front of him became even more terrifying.

"Do you think you can get away just because you stopped those two little bastards of mine?"

"Indeed, indeed, you can block me here."

"But what about your disciples?"

"Let me tell you, my disciple Zeluo Juke is also here."

"My disciples and grandchildren are not comparable to this little beast."

Xuan Bei did not show any other expression towards the anger of the crying old man in front of him.

The injured posture remained the same, the rosary beads that were originally held in his hand still turned into giant golden Buddhas sitting cross-legged in the sky.

"As long as you don't do it, they always have a chance to survive."

"Life? Qu Jiuniang? How dare she interfere in my affairs?"

The crying old man snorted coldly and slowly raised his right hand. Suddenly, black ghosts appeared around him, crying miserably, making people's scalps numb and their hearts shaken.

In response, Xuan Bei raised his head, his eyes swept towards a certain place in the vast sea of ​​death, looked at the five figures approaching this side quickly, and clasped his hands together.

"There's always someone who dares to intervene!"

The deafening sound of chanting swirled around Xuan Bei.

The two did not say anything else at this point, and the Buddha's light continued to collide with the resentful spirits in the sky.

The sky and earth are breaking apart, the earth is shaking...

……

(End of this chapter)