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Chapter 207 Eight Armed King Kong
Caught off guard, Li Si could only watch helplessly as the soldier talisman was chopped into pieces by the sword condensed by Taoist Changqing.

Watching the soldier talisman shatter into countless tiny pieces and fall from mid-air, Li Si said that his heart hurts so much that he can't breathe, his eyes are about to burst, and there are a few brown bloodstains in the corners of his eyes.

Seeing Li Si who was so angry and vowed to eat him alive, Taoist Changqing looked very indifferent, and even teased him a little leisurely: "Oh, look, this is the difference between ordinary martial arts and people who practice it. You have gone through endless years to wield your vitality to chop out huge sword energy to attack, but these methods are too superficial."

Taoist Changqing sneered: "I even wonder if you have lived all these endless years on a dog. If it were me, I would have been promoted to immortality long ago. No, I would just change a pig to give it so long You can become the Marshal of the Canopy after years of practice!"

"You, looking for death!" Li Si was about to bite his teeth into pieces, the thick black smoke rolling around him almost completely covered him, and finally formed a cloud of black mist to envelop him and the beast riding under his crotch.

Taoist Changqing's gaze was fixed, and he quickly backed away. The Qingfeng long sword in his hand drew a complicated trajectory, and the vitality of heaven and earth surged rapidly from this.

In the end, it was as if a storm of vitality condensed and raged. After reaching a certain point, he lifted his hands up and sent this cloud of vitality into the sky, which actually caused clouds and mist in all directions.

Immediately after the footsteps and the void took seven steps, he pinched Jue with his right hand to volley and pointed at Li Si.

"Tiangang stepping on thunder!"

Rumble!
The deafening thunder and crackling sound suddenly exploded, and a bucket-thick thunder slammed on the black mist after winding its trajectory in mid-air.

Zhigang Zhiyang's intent to destroy the thunder directly interrupted Li Si, who seemed to be transforming, and the black mist wrapped around him was directly dispersed by the thunder, revealing a scorched figure, looking a bit miserable.

Taoist Changqing had a smile on his face. He really liked the time the enemy gave him to cast spells. There are many powerful spells that need to be cast with footwork and handprints.

Thinking of this, Taoist Changqing couldn't help but sigh, if the real world is filled with the vitality of the world like this first-class alien world, how can he just wander in the alchemy realm.

Although the vitality contains blood evil, as long as he sets up the spirit gathering array and puts a filter array on it, he can get pure and abundant vitality of heaven and earth for him to practice.

If it wasn't for the limited opening time of the foreign realm, otherwise it wouldn't stop there.

Just as he was about to deal with Li Si who was rushing towards him, Taoist Changqing's expression froze suddenly, and he let out a light 'huh' sound from his mouth.

After his figure turned into a ray of light and flashed far away from Li Si's attack, he turned his head to look at the foreign place, and saw an old monk who was extremely thin and wearing a somewhat worn-out monk's robe, walking to the border entrance, His expression is extremely peaceful, his face is full of wrinkles, but those eyes seem to be able to hold the void of the world, other than that, he seems to be no different from an old man.

When the middle-aged Taoist at the side saw the old monk who suddenly appeared, he was stunned for a moment, and then he stepped forward solemnly and gave a slap.

"Longhushan Longhu Daozong Changfeng has seen Master Kongzhi."

Wu San on the side lowered his voice and said, "Is this the eminent monk from Dajue Temple? Why does he look like an old man?"

Wang Teng, who was standing next to him, took a few steps away in silence.

Seeing this, Wu San couldn't help being taken aback: "Brother Wang, what are you doing?"

Wang Teng: "I'm afraid that you will be beaten and blood will splash on me later."

Wu San: "..."

The eminent monk of Dajue Temple named Kongzhi smiled at them after paying homage to Changfeng Taoist Jishou, and then said to the people of Changfeng Island: "The poor monk came a little late, and I hope Taoist Changfeng forgive me. "

Taoist Changfeng quickly waved his hands: "Where is the master, the situation is not too bad."

Kongzhi nodded slightly, and looked at Li Si and Taoist Changqing in mid-air, showing a hint of surprise: "So it's the Taoist Changqing who hasn't been born for a long time."

Seeing the short-handed Li Si being played around by Taoist Changqing, he looked at the ancient battlefield, and after a while, he looked back and said with emotion: "Fortunately, this first-class foreign land is an ancient battlefield. If it is replaced by other A foreign land of this intensity may only add countless killing karma."

If it wasn't the ancient battlefield, but other areas without any situation, the countless strange things in the foreign land might have rushed into reality and caused countless killings.

After all, in a place full of strange things, in addition to physical ghosts, there are more spiritual strange things.

That's what's very difficult to deal with.

What's even more frightening is that some treacherous monsters are so powerful that they are so desperate that even monks and monks who are still in the alchemy state cannot resist them.

Seeing that these armored soldiers have been almost killed by modern artillery fire, there is no need for him to do more. The only thing he can do now is to join forces with Taoist Changqing to kill Li Si in one fell swoop.

In the end, Kong Zhi set his eyes on Chen Gang, Cheng, who was fighting frantically, could only feel goosebumps popping up behind him uncontrollably, but his movements were not stagnant, and his expression was extremely calm.

Kongzhi sighed and said in a gentle voice: "Shanming, the abbot wants to invite you back. He has found a way to make up for your Buddha heart. By then, you Arhat will hopefully go further and prove your true self, and step into the path of cultivation."

Wu San was a little confused: "Is this still an Arhat?"

Wang Teng was helpless, and couldn't help whispering: "Please pay attention to the occasion, please?"

Wu San shrank his head and stopped talking, watching quietly.

Hearing Kongzhi's words, Chen Gang's calm expression finally became a little moved. He tidied up his emotions and said calmly: "Master Kongzhi, I have been expelled from the school by the abbot, and I have nothing to do with Dajue Temple. The Buddha's heart is in my heart." It is not important at all. Dajue Temple, I will go to get back what I lost."

Hearing the words, Kongzhi showed a hint of distress: "Shanming, your master made a mistake back then, and he regretted it very much. He asked me to see if you are okay when you come here this time."

Finally, with a trace of disappointment on Chen Gang's face, he rushed out step by step, as if he didn't want to listen to Kong Zhi's words. Between fists and feet, just the blowing wind could shatter a transformed soldier.

Seeing this, Kong Zhi couldn't help shaking his head slightly, clasped his palms together and took two steps forward, a golden light of a Buddha shadow about six meters high suddenly appeared behind him. mighty breath.

Jiang Cheng withdrew his hand from the side and said in surprise: "It turns out that the eight-armed Vajra Arhat came."

Kongzhi nodded apologetically to Jiangcheng: "Master Jiangmen, forgive me, I saw you were fighting just now, and I didn't have time to greet you."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand: "It's okay. Now that the situation is urgent, those empty courtesy are completely useless."

I saw Kongzhi took a step, stretched out his folded right palm, and pressed it forward. Behind him, the eight-armed Vajra Buddha shadow with gilt luster came at the same time, and the four arms of the right half of his body stretched out, and moved forward. Fang left in vain.

(End of this chapter)