Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 83

His already burly and majestic body began to rise rapidly with the force of his armor-like skin.

Breaking through directly from 1.92 meters to more than two meters, the bones of the whole body made a sound like a bowstring being drawn and loosened like a thunderbolt. Due to the excitement of blood and the strength of iron grinding, the muscles that were originally extremely stretched and full to exaggerated began to shrink. 'Like.

Muscle fiber bundles and muscles seemed to have lost water, stacked on the body like armor, and the protruding veins and blood vessels were even denser.

The temperature inside the body rose sharply, like an oven that was constantly adding fuel and fire, burning red.

If the light were brighter, you could definitely see that the air around him was distorted by the high temperature.

Facing the fanged monk who started to look more and more fierce, Wen Lianggong showed two rows of cold white teeth, stretched out his left hand and pulled the fanged monk out from the threshold of Vajra Temple.

At the same time, his right fist was accumulating force. The moment the force was exerted, the tight muscles on his body suddenly swelled slightly, as if a pool of water was making waves.

During the burst of iron-grinding strength, faint wisps of black iron aura lingered on the fist edge. Along with the whistling that tore the air, the turbid white air waves clearly visible to the naked eye were like circles of ripples from the fist edge to the forearm, forming a cone of air.

The third form of Chengshan Gong, the setting sun!

The punch was like a mountain avalanche, and he exerted force with his feet touching the ground. The method of using the momentum to form a mountain made his punch even more powerful, and it was instantly impressed into the fanged monk's face.

Accompanied by a loud thunderous sound like an explosion, the unsuspecting fanged monk's facial features were sunken by Wen Lianggong's punch.

The two upturned fangs were even broken by this punch.

With this punch, Wen Lianggong dissipated all the depression in his heart, and he felt comfortable all over. The death of his second senior brother Zheng Zhijing also dissipated a lot of the dark clouds that had cast a shadow on his heart.

But at the same time, Wen Lianggong also felt that his fist was a little raw. The opponent's face was surprisingly hard, even harder than the mummified monk.

Wen Lianggong closed his fist, gathered strength, and fell again.

The fanged monk seemed to feel no pain after being attacked. He let out a deep roar like a ferocious beast and suddenly raised his hand to attack.

Bang!

The not too big platform in front of the Vajra Temple seemed to shake violently as the two collided.

The masonry beneath Wen Lianggong's feet even cracked in large chunks.

The opponent's strength is also astonishing, and his skin is rough and thick, almost like a humanoid tank. Even his current armor-like physical strength is not as strong.

Wen Lianggong's eyes flashed, and instead of retreating, he advanced forward. He climbed up and used Zhan Yi Shiba's throwing and grappling skills, and with a sudden force, he dragged the fanged monk to the ground.

With the instant force exerted, Wen Lianggong's muscles were like alloy steel wires, beating continuously. He adjusted his posture, grabbed or held with his five fingers, and tightly restricted the opponent's movement in a large area with his legs, dragging the opponent to the ground to perform the strangulation technique.

Finally, the ground twisted him, and he found an opportunity to break off the fanged monk's arm.

Without waiting for any reaction from the other party, Wen Lianggong raised his hand, grabbed the other party's front door, turned his body upside down, and broke off the remaining limbs of the other party one by one.

Under the extreme exertion of force, Wen Lianggong's tight muscles swelled and knotted, and the veins and blood vessels on his skin were all over his body, especially his chest, which was so dense that it seemed to form a flower blooming all over his body.

With every beat of the heart, the blue and black blood vessels protruding from the surface even beat. If you look carefully, you can even see that the blue veins and blood vessels on the body surface are beating with breathing.

Shaking away the opponent's thighs that he had broken into several pieces, Wen Lianggong stood up and looked at the fanged monk who was constantly flopping on the ground and still roaring and trying to attack him without his limbs. He pulled out Long Yuan with an expressionless face, poured iron power into it, and wisps of black iron energy emerged from the sword edge, and stabbed the opponent's heart with all his strength.

Looking at the still vigorous struggle, he then lifted up Long Yuan again and chopped off his head abruptly.

The opponent's bones are also as hard as steel. If the strength is smaller, there is really nothing that can be done to the opponent.

‘Ding, you successfully killed a monk from Vajra Temple, and the mythical aura is accumulating. ’

good good! !

After calming down his blood and contracting the tension of the muscles given by the armor, Wen Lianggong dragged the body of the fanged monk and threw it behind him, stepped forward and closed the door tightly, pulled the copper ring and knocked again.

Tuk Tuk Tuk!

However, Wen Lianggong was speechless. He waited and waited, but no more monks came out. He immediately understood that he could not get stuck in this bug.

Seeing that it was still early in the day, Wen Lianggong immediately climbed up the wall and took a quick look and found that there were still nearly a hundred skeletal monks standing in the courtyard.

He turned around, landed on the ground, and knocked on the door again. The sound was loud, but the monks in the temple were as if they were dead and could not come out.

"Made, it should be some kind of triggering mechanism of this Vajra Temple. It seems that it is impossible to rely on this to become a peerless master."

Wen Lianggong muttered that he had always admired the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow religion. As long as there were bugs in the game, or special effects could be blocked, or the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow could be activated, he basically had to take shortcuts.

It’s really not possible now.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Lianggong pressed against the wall and ran towards the left, until he came to a place with a series of houses.

Some buildings in the Vajra Temple here are close to the walls, and climbing over them is on the roof. This is the best shortcut to enter the Vajra Temple.

It wasn't that Wen Lianggong didn't want to fight his way in through the front door in a dignified manner, but the nearly a hundred skeleton monks were too ferocious. If they were beaten, he might really receive a box lunch.

With a slight push of his foot, he jumped up to a height of more than five meters. Then he stretched out his hand and pushed lightly towards the wall. He landed on the roof tiles as silently as a civet cat.

Putting Long Yuan and the Tetanus Sword on his back, he touched the roof with his hands and feet, his palms spread out, his feet flat, his body pressed against the roof, like a gecko, climbing forward slowly and silently.

With a body that weighs nearly three hundred people, his movements did not break even a single tile. Grinding iron strength played a vital role in it. He could spread the force as softly as possible, allowing his weight to hit as hard as he could. Spread out.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see that all his movements are based on the twisting of his spine, much like the movement of a python.

Otherwise, even if he is a fully-leveled Zhanyi Shiba, it would be really difficult for him to move on the roof without making any movement.

When he came to the roof, he looked at the continuous buildings in front of him, one after another, large or small, and the rows of houses almost filled his eyes.

This should be the living area of ​​Vajra Temple, where monks and nuns live.

You can still have a panoramic view of the main hall and pavilion in the distance.

(End of this chapter)