I want to embrace the moon for nine days

The distant mountains are connected and the blue sky is elegant.

High on the cliff, a waterfall hangs down, forming a wide and shallow river flowing over the rocky beach.

The water light disappeared until it was deep in the bamboo forest several miles away and turned around the mountain col.

On the bank of the river, six figures were sitting or standing.

"Does the guidance left by Brother Yang's senior commander really point to this place?"

Mr. Chen saw a ray of divine light flying out from Yang Ziwen before, and then there was a change in the "Eternal Blue Blood Curse". It was obvious that there was an expert behind the other party, and there was a bit more respect and warmth for Yang Ziwen in his tone. .

But they had searched this place repeatedly and couldn't find anything special, so they were really anxious waiting.

Yang Ziwen said: "The last bit of True Blue Blood Fire, the sensation I received from me did fall within this range. Moreover, didn't Zen Master Zhijie also come here when he saw that bit of fire falling from the sky?"

In addition to the five people who were traveling together because of the betting incident, the sixth person here is none other than Monk Zhijie.

His black hair was smooth, his white clothes were simple, and he was playing rosary beads in his hands. He was very patient, and his expression was calm, without any trace of anxiety or worry.

"The young monk was nearby at the time, and he did see the scene of the Jade Blood True Fire falling. However, the True Fire had not yet completely landed on the ground. It was circling in the air, seemed to hesitate, and finally dissipated directly in mid-air."

Yang Ziwen smiled and said: "Master is really good-tempered. You have already told them this detailed description and explanation three times."

Zen Master Zhijie: "Amitabha, life and death are at stake. It is human nature to be unable to calm down."

Yang Ziwen asked: "Does the master also recite the meditation mantra?"

"No, the young monk is reciting the Sutra of Rebirth in Utmost Bliss for Meritorious Beings."

Zen Master Zhijie said seriously, "It is said that the more you recite this sutra, the more comfortable you will be in your next life. The young monk is also afraid of what may happen, so he seizes the time and recites it several times. Would you like several donors to recite it together?"

Yang Ziwen seemed really interested, so he walked over and asked him for advice.

"According to the master's description, the area where the true fire was hovering and hesitating was a hundred feet in radius."

Prince Darren thought thoughtfully and said, "We have searched this area of ​​100 feet and found nothing. Could it be that it is deeper underground?"

Mr. Chen's eyes lit up and he said: "Yes, the sky is blocked. Maybe the special node where you can escape is hidden underground. The place where the senior gave his disciples a way to survive will never be wrong."

Feng Jiazi said: "But the true fire dissipated too early, and he can't contact the senior now. It's a hundred feet wide. Where should we start digging to dig out something?"

Harlan Mingjing looked at Yang Ziwen: "Brother Yang doesn't seem to be keen on this matter?"

"Ugh."

Yang Ziwen sighed, as if he didn't want to say more, but being involved in this matter made him feel very stressed. After holding it in for a while, he finally spoke out.

"Half of my master's guidance may actually be beneficial, but the other half may be a more troublesome pitfall."

"When we were rummaging just now, we thrust our palms towards the ground with all our strength and felt the reverberation of the palm force. We were able to detect at least one to two feet deep into the ground, but nothing unusual was found."

"My hunch is already leaning towards the latter possibility."

Zen Master Zhijie interjected: "The young monk's palm force reverberated with a depth of more than two feet, but indeed nothing was found."

Harlan Mingjing nodded and said: "So that's the case. Instead of wasting your skills, it's better to preserve your vitality to prepare for changes and place your hope in the general."

Everyone fell silent for a moment, with only the faint sound of Zen Master Zhijie continuing to recite scriptures.

The river flows gurglingly, and the long wind blows through the bamboo forest, bringing a fresh smell that relieves boredom, but cannot relieve the worries in my mind.

Prince Darren suddenly smiled and made a hole in the ground with a backhand palm.

Everyone was surprised, Harlan Mingjing said: "What are you doing?"

"Since I have nothing to do, let me try my luck on myself."

As Prince Darren spoke, he slapped him again, further deepening the hole.

"Choose a location at will and don't waste too much energy. As long as you can't escape, just keep exploring and see what the result will be."

Mr. Chen had a complicated expression: "You really like gambling."

While he was talking, he couldn't help but look around, wanting to find a place to try his luck.

Luck, luck, and the way of luck have existed since ancient times, and there are different opinions. It is said that there are indeed some secret inheritances in the world that are good at interfering with this aspect.

For the ladder realm, talking about this is still a bit illusory, but when there is no other way, gambling on luck may be a hope.

But at this time, it was beyond the perception range of these six young masters.

Among the shadows of the thick green bamboos, six figures also appeared, one person and five puppets.

One of the black-armored puppets had a bright pearl on its chest flashing slightly.

Taichang stretched out a finger and lightly drew two strokes on the surface of the pearl, which projected a figure that was only the size of a palm. The sound emitted by the figure was also low but clear.

"Taichang, I finally contacted you!"

Lin Ze's voice came, "Mo Changkong is dead and his compass was taken away. I suspect that the other party will use our compass to contact Dongye and Shentu to make sure everything is safe."

"But Shentu didn't arrive, and there was another new direction on the Dongye compass. After we met on the road just now, it was changed to the same direction on my compass."

"That's exactly where the person who killed Mo Changkong went."

At this point, the figure changed, showing a compass projection.

"The new direction that Dongye didn't go to must have been explored by me."

Taichang glanced at the projection and said, "That is to say, now our compasses all show the same direction, which is the last location."

Lin Ze was delighted: "I mean, have you arrived nearby? Okay, then see if you can investigate first and get the things directly. If it's too late, the three of us can join together and fifteen puppets will be enough." Kill the three of them and get the treasure back."

"Three?"

Taichang's tone was subtle, "Isn't there six? And they have already turned this entire area into a mess!"

Lin Ze's voice paused: "No, the person we are following hasn't arrived yet. Are you saying there are already people at this location? Could it be that something happened at Shentu?"

Taichang frowned, glanced at the six people in the distance, tilted his head and asked: "What are the traces on the scene of the battle where Mo Changkong was killed?"

Lin Ze considered it for a moment: "He died very quickly."

"In this way... you focus on tracking with all your strength, and I've got it figured out."

Taichang gave an explanation, extinguished the projection, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and the five puppets around him, who were as still as stone, suddenly moved into action.

These bamboos are not thin bamboos that grow closely together, but thick moso bamboos, up to four or five inches thick, and six or seven feet high. When they grow, they are quite spaced apart from each other.

When the five machine puppets moved, they did not touch any bamboo. The sound of stepping on the ground was only a short and slight muffled sound because the ground was wet and soft.

At this time, there was still a faint flow of light in the lines engraved on the machine puppet's face, joints, and breastplate.

The next moment, the light faded away, and even the tiniest sound completely disappeared.

Compared to the other machine puppets, when Taichang controlled these five machine puppets, he was able to evenly distribute the blessing power induced by the formation.

After the initial adaptation of the five puppets, the essence of heaven and earth and their sense of existence weakened and restrained, and the light around them became distorted and their movements disappeared.

Even the intuition of ladder masters will be blurred.

It was like five slightly twisted transparent smokes. They were a few miles away just now, but suddenly they were within a hundred feet.

When Taichang was in the Three Continents of the West, he once used this skill to penetrate deep into a certain sect, and in one encounter, he killed a leader of the true form realm sect who had experienced hundreds of battles.

However, just when the five lines of smoke reached within a hundred feet, Zen Master Zhijie's voice of chanting sutras suddenly stopped.

Yang Ziwen was beside him, and suddenly he noticed that the sleeve of Zen Master Zhijie's right hand bulged.

At that moment, the monk's wrist seemed to have five palms growing on it. The weird scene disappeared in a flash, but five loud noises were suddenly heard fifty feet away.

Yang Ziwen's people were shocked, everyone was on guard and turned to look.

Five black-armored puppets were seen, hitting the ground heavily and rolling forward with a rumble.

That was not a special attack move, but because the five puppets were running at extremely high speeds.

The toes of each puppet's right foot were hit by a sudden force.

They sprinted too fast, and at the most subtle timing, affected by such an impact, the bodies of the five puppets almost lost their balance at the same time, and they slammed forward and rolled out, causing such a loud noise to be heard from the ground.

What hit them was the power of five palms.

——"Huang Zhong Daying's Magic Hands"!

Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, among the mountains in the southwest, there was a Tongshan mountain range that collapsed for dozens of miles due to the earth dragon turning over, shaking and disintegrating.

To the east, in Luodu, tens of thousands of miles away, there was a copper bell made from copper from the Tongshan Mountain. It rang without collision for three days and three nights. The bell sounded with great force, alerting the world.

The bronze bell was not a magic weapon, but it naturally matched a little inspiration between heaven and earth. Tens of thousands of miles apart, I felt the vibration transmitted from Tongshan.

The senior monks of Jingangya Baima Temple had a deep understanding after reading this allusion, and then created "Huang Zhong Daying's Dharma Hands".

When the Buddha taught the Dharma, the Dharma was transmitted through mountains and rivers, vegetation, dust and fireworks, or between copper and iron walls, with almost no loss.

Just like "Tongshan collapses in the west, Luo Zhong responds in the east", the sound of the collapse of Tongshan was completely released in another form of sound on the Huang Zhong tens of thousands of miles away.

The unique Qi and unique techniques developed in this martial arts can minimize useless losses when the skill is transmitted outwards.

Normally speaking, if a master at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Ladder could injure someone with air force alone, the effective killing range would only be about thirty feet.

Beyond this range, the palm force has weakened to the point where it may not even be able to break a brick.

However, Zen Master Zhijie's palm force was able to shake the figure of a machine puppet even though it was struck from a distance of fifty feet.

It was precisely because of his profound understanding of power transmission that he was able to keenly capture the slight vibration of those puppets that restrained the sound of wind, restrained their presence, and distorted the light. During the running process, the soles of their feet touched the ground.

However, Zen Master Zhijie, who was so enlightened, showed off his skills and made great achievements in one fell swoop, retreated suddenly after making that move.

He was originally sitting on a big rock, among the lightning and flint. When he stood up and retreated, there was an additional footprint on the big rock.

Taichang stepped on the big stone. The stone was not broken or cracked, but it completely sank into the ground.

The powerful, complete, and single-minded reaction force produced by this phenomenon made Taichang, who was already so fast as if there was no shadow, explode at an even more terrifying speed in an instant.

Zen Master Zhijie clearly saw that the air was even like thick water waves, rippling out layer by layer from this person's face and body.

His eyes were extremely solemn, and with an expression as if he was praying to Buddha for the first time or the last time in his life, he inevitably pushed with both palms, forcefully catching Taichang's two palms.

For people in the true form realm, after practicing their courage, the effective range of the air force will also reach a new level, but that is because the internal force becomes more condensed, the sense of presence is stronger, and the enemy becomes easier to defend against.

The reason why Zen Master Zhijie's current palm power can be transmitted extremely far is entirely due to the ingenious route of internal strength and the exquisite technique. During the transmission process, there is minimal interference with external objects and minimal loss.

Therefore, the process of palm power transmission is silent, invisible and more concealed than any hidden weapon.

He is just a ladder player. In terms of strength alone, he has no advantage over any of the five machine puppets who share the essence of heaven and earth.

The reason why the five puppets were able to lose control and hit the ground in one fell swoop was due to the timing and the concealment of the palm skills.

However, when faced with Tai Chang who was so close at hand, Zen Master Zhijie had no chance to bring out his greatest advantage in palm skills.

boom! ! ! !

The moment the four palms collided, the golden rosary wrapped around Zen Master Zhijie's wrist suddenly emitted a golden light and spread all over his body, as if it had been painted with a layer of gold paint.

But the next moment, Zen Master Zhijie's palm power was completely defeated, and the dark gold luster all over his body was covered with cracks, and he flew backwards nearly thirty feet away.

Behind him was the river, and this time the collision caused him to tilt and tear the entire river.

For a moment, the already wide and shallow river stopped flowing, revealing the broken rocks at the bottom of the river, and then exploded into huge waves like high walls.

Even with the full protection of the magic weapon, after Zen Master Zhijie landed on the other side, deep ravines were still plowed under his feet, and the cracked gold paint on his body was completely blown away.

His eyes and ears were bleeding, his mouth was red from vomiting, he was stroking his chest, and he couldn't breathe for a while.

One move, another move.

Showing off your power is one move, and so is defeat!

From the sudden appearance of divine power to the tragic retreat, Yang Ziwen, who was originally beside the Zen master, had not had time to blink once.

But before he could blink, the flying knife had already been shot.

This knife struck directly at the knee of Taichang's left leg.

There is a large tendon in this part of the human knee, which is also a location on the human body that is easily bent by force.

Taichang's left leg, the one that just stepped on the boulder and rushed forward, must be in a state where the old strength has been exhausted and the remaining strength has not been regenerated at this moment.

For those who can practice the ultimate skill of flying knives, the timing of their attacks is always a stroke of genius.

But when the flying knife was shot out, Taichang's left leg also bent forward like a prophet.

The speed of this turn was fast enough, and the timing was just right. As a result, the flying knife did not seem to have hit the opponent, but rather was caught in the crook of the knee as if the knife was being sheathed.

The tip of the knife may have barely broken through the body's protective energy and the tough layer of clothing, but it failed to break through Taichang's skin.

Because he had already turned back, changed direction, straightened his left leg, and directly bounced away the flying knife that had also been deflected and was at the end of the crossbow.

At the moment when he spun around, Yang Ziwen folded his arms and was hit by a palm. He only flew about five feet away, but he felt severe pain in all his bones and fell to the ground, unable to straighten his back.

Taichang's palm could only be regarded as a slap that he used to turn around after blasting away Zhijie. The force was less than half that of attacking Zhijie.

Unfortunately, Yang Ziwen's ability to withstand the blow was far inferior to that of Zen Master Zhijie, and he was unable to rely on lengthening the distance to mitigate the impact.

At this time, the other four people who were a little further away finally came to kill them.

The opponent's attack was so fierce that although they had not yet attacked them, they subconsciously felt that their lives had been threatened. They instinctively resisted without even thinking of escaping.

Yes, they were the attacking party, or even the siege, but at least three of them had thoughts in their hearts that were close to those of a dying struggle.

Only Darren was different, but Prince Darren also activated the secret technique of violent blood as soon as he took action.

Prince Darren had long felt that the young monk Zhijie was a powerful rival with his superb and unfathomable skills. He had originally thought of finding an opportunity to compete.

He never expected that a character with such a thorough understanding of force transmission would be forced to give up his strengths and shoulder the attack in the second move.

For such an enemy, if he does not use the violent blood secret technique immediately, he is afraid that he will not even have the chance to use this secret technique in the future.

When Taichang saw Prince Darren, his face couldn't help but be slightly moved, and his body suddenly shone brightly, also with a blood-red light.

The ground, water flow, and surrounding scenery are all rendered in blood-red color.

Within fifty feet, there is condensed leather energy!

The four masters are all taking action with all their strength. The energy around them is overwhelming, and they can't directly restrict their actions.

But it can harden the air in their path and slow them down.

Prince Darren rushed the fastest, his momentum undiminished.

After experiencing the battle with Su Hanshan, his mastery of the violent blood secret technique has improved again.

The effect of the Ningguang Leqi on him in this state is minimal.

But Taichang took this opportunity to move away from him, suddenly split into three, and exchanged blows with the other three people in succession.

The person who seriously injured Zen Master Zhijie was the Snowstorm Foot Tong and Tiger Roar Tyrant Mountain Palm!

Now, the fists, swords, and arms of Harlan Mingjing and the three of them, who are all using their magical weapons, are all in contact with... Wen Tao's Hundred Hands!

(End of this chapter)