Great Dao Ji

The afterglow of the setting sun fell through the clouds onto Shewang Mountain.

In the mountain stronghold of Shewang Mountain, amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses, the handsome young monk looked at the burly middle-aged man who was kneeling in front of him and trembling all over with a peaceful and innocent smile:

"Donor, have you realized it?"

The tall and burly middle-aged man had disheveled hair and was covered in blood. His legs were bent backwards, almost at a 90-degree angle to his body, and there were white bones everywhere.

"Shen Ziping"

An Qisheng's eyes flashed, and he recognized the man. He was the leader of the bandits in Shepan Mountain, Shen Ziping.

The young monk looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a face as beautiful as a crown. Although he had no hair, he was handsome and a little evil.

And his aura was much stronger than that of Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan.

He must have condensed the seeds of true qi, and was not far from condensing the qi meridians.

It is even possible that he has already embarked on the path of condensing the qi meridians.

"Hui, Huiguo"

The faces of Dongmen Ruo and Zhao Yanyan also changed, looking at the little monk, as if they saw a ghost.

Suddenly, Zhao Yanyan had two more moon-like transparent broken knives in his hands, and the long sword behind Dongmen Ruo bounced up and was held in his palm.

As if facing a great enemy!

"Ha, ha ha!"

Shen Ziping was shaking with pain, and cold sweat ran down his face. Hearing the monk's question, he trembled and laughed wildly:

"Enlightenment? Enlightenment? Bald donkey, I understand your mother!!! If you want to kill me, kill me. If I frown, it's your grandfather who raised me!"

"Alas, the donor still doesn't understand."

The little monk shook his head, very disappointed:

"This autumn, on September 15th, I came from Qingzhou and passed through the Huayan Mountains. There were many bandits along the way, but I didn't act rashly. You Do you know why I want to fight against Snake King Mountain? "

"Why? !"

Shen Ziping raised his head, his eyes full of resentment under his messy hair:

"There are dozens of big bandits in Huayan Mountain Range, why do you target my Snake King Mountain? !"

"You have committed many evil deeds, you have harmed merchants and travelers, you have harmed the countryside, you have lost all kindness, it has nothing to do with this."

The little monk sighed and looked at Shen Ziping seriously:

"It's because you killed my donkey."

Donkey?

A donkey?!

Shen Ziping was stunned.

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo were also stunned.

Even An Qisheng was stunned.

"For a donkey? For a donkey, you killed two hundred brothers of my Snake King Mountain?!"

Shen Ziping shook his body and spurted out a mouthful of blood:

"You beast!"

"Yes, that was bought by me in Qingzhou for half a tael of silver. It was a half-grown donkey. There was only one in all dynasties."

The little monk's face was sad:

"You have two hundred brothers, but I, a little monk, only have one donkey."

"For a donkey, you hypocritical bald donkey!"

Shen Ziping coughed up blood repeatedly and was almost crazy:

"I will not let you go even if I become a ghost!"

"The donor is wrong. It was a half-grown, black-backed, white-bellied little donkey."

The little monk responded seriously.

Then he stretched out his palm and gently stroked Shen Ziping's head.

The afterglow of the setting sun flashed over his white palm like a beautiful jade.

Then,

Puff!

With a muffled sound, Shen Ziping's crazy scream was slapped into his chest along with his head.

Gentle and gentle, fierce and hot.

The jade-like slender fingers wiped a drop of bright red blood on his cheek, and the little monk raised his head with a smile that made people feel like bathing in spring breeze:

"Little monk Huiguo, several donors are polite."

Facing the little monk's kind smile, Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo's faces became uglier:

"Longxiang Fa Temple, evil monk Huiguo"

Zhao Yanyan looked solemn and bowed:

"Zhao Yanyan from Baiyue Mountain Villa, Master is polite."

"It's him"

An Qisheng understood slightly, and a lot of information emerged in his mind.

Seven hundred years ago, Longxiang Fa Temple was destroyed by Master Duoling, and the elites in the temple were lost, and the inheritance was almost cut off.

The reason why I say almost is because there are still descendants of Longxiang Fa Temple alive.

It is the ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo in front of him.

The ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo was an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the temple seven hundred years ago, but by chance, he became the last successor of Longxiang Temple.

However, although he became the orthodox of Longxiang Temple, he had no intention of expanding Longxiang Temple.

In his hands, Longxiang Temple became a true single-line inheritance.

Seven hundred years have passed, and the successor of Longxiang Temple is only one master and one disciple.

"It seems that several donors have misunderstood me."

Huiguo's eyes dimmed and he stood up slowly.

Under his monk's robe, there was a blood-red color, almost soaked in blood, but as he stood up, the large blood-red color shook and turned into blood beads, which rolled down automatically.

Before he finished speaking, his moon-white monk's robe was spotless.

With the solemn appearance of the little monk, it must be said that his demeanor and style are excellent.

"Misunderstanding?"

Dongmen Ruo's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile:

"Dongmen Ruo of the Extreme Divine Sect, meet Master Huiguo"

When he heard about this person in the past, he was still surprised why he was called an evil monk, but seeing him do such a cruel thing to a donkey, he also knew that there was only a wrong name, not a wrong nickname.

"The donor probably thinks that you who killed these donors for the sake of justice and to protect the village are righteous, and I killed them for the donkey, which is evil and rebellious?"

Huiguo clasped his hands together, his eyes clear:

"Yes and no?"

"Master Huiguo is joking."

Dongmenruo's smile was a little forced: "Master, you have eliminated harm for the people. Passing merchants and nearby villagers will be grateful, and we are also convinced."

"No, I just want the donkey."

Huiguo shook his head, and then his eyes fell on An Qisheng:

"What is the name of this donor?"

The shadow of An Qisheng was reflected in Huiguo's clear eyes.

He was a little curious.

This man holding a spear, under his sturdy and strong body, did not leak any energy, and the whole person was as round as a pebble washed by the river for countless years.

Just based on this skill of hiding energy, I don't know how much higher he is than the two people beside him.

An Qisheng looked calm, holding his gun and bowing:

"I am An Qisheng, and the young master is polite."

"An Qisheng"

Huiguo muttered, and thought for a while before asking:

"This donor, have I met you before?"

"Why do you say that, young master Huiguo?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, and he answered calmly.

He knew that the decline of Longxiang Temple was caused by Master Duoling hundreds of years ago. Could it be that they still have some means to sense Tianyizhu?

"I always feel that the donor is familiar"

Huiguo put his hands together and smiled shyly:

"Maybe I made a mistake."

The shy laughter was still echoing.

Amid the filth, the moon-white monk's robe was already fluttering.

One step out!

Boom!

There seemed to be a rolling thunder explosion in the mountain village.

The earth shook, the village swayed, and corpses flew everywhere like straw mixed with mud and sand.

He took a step forward, and the sound of the wind whistled, and the sound of the internal force was like the roar of a river. The body of the little monk swelled up visibly like a balloon when he took a step forward.

Ang~

Roar~

It was like a dragon roaring, like an elephant hissing!

There seemed to be a flash of golden light under the moon-white monk's robe, and the whole person had changed a lot.

Under the bulging monk's robe, the burly body like a mountain was filled with terrifying power that was about to explode. His exposed hands, legs, and neck were full of muscles and tendons like dragons!

In an instant, a distance of more than ten feet flashed by, and the surging airflow smashed the fence of the village.

He stepped forward, like a mountain moving, like a dragon turning over, giving people an incomparable sense of violence!

"Dragon-Elephant Vajra Body!"

Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo's faces changed at the same time, and they looked at Huiguo as if they saw some incredible beast.

Boom!

The next moment, under the turbulent airflow, the two seemed to have no resistance, but in fact they had no intention of retreating, and they floated several feet away with the wind.

Looking up.

I saw a palm raised.

The former whiteness was gone, and it was golden as if it was cast in gold and iron, and the five-finger fingerprints almost disappeared.

A palm slapped down, almost bursting the air.

With a series of air explosions, in a flash, it was wrapped in a rolling airflow and whipped down towards An Qisheng!

At this moment, under the burly and inhuman Huiguo, An Qisheng's figure seemed to become smaller and smaller.

"Dragon-Elephant Vajra Seal! You, you have begun to condense the Qi channels!"

Dongmen Ruo was shocked, but in fact he was secretly reminding An Qisheng.

The Dragon-Elephant Vajra Seal is a secret martial art of the Dragon-Elephant Temple. It is not special in itself. The special thing is that this martial art can only be practiced when the Qi and meridians are condensed to the palm!

In other words, the Huiguo has at least condensed the Qi and meridians required for the Dragon-Elephant Vajra Seal!

"Dragon-Elephant Vajra Seal"

Under the turbulent airflow, An Qisheng's cloak has been blown off, and his long silver-white hair falls back like a waterfall, and his wide clothes rustle.

His eyes are half lowered, and under the turbulent airflow.

His body suddenly stands straight, and the ground under his feet breaks instantly, raising dust.

After stomping his feet, the strength rises from the ground, penetrates the waist, abdomen, shoulders and back, and reaches the elbow. In the palm of his hand, the two-foot cold iron spear is already buzzing and vibrating, as if it will turn into a dragon that roars to the sky in the next moment.

In a moment, the hidden strength, Qi and blood, and internal force erupt like a volcano!

Clang~

Amid the harsh sound waves, An Qisheng raised his spear!

Buzz~

The spear rose up suddenly, like a black dragon raising thousands of waves under the deep and boundless ocean.

A spear was raised, like a battle flag erected on a battlefield with endless weapons, and the spear pointed to the direction and looked down upon it.

It was like a sacred mountain rising from the ground, piercing the sky, and the sky was clear!

The air flow visible to the naked eye was penetrated by the spear, and then there was a sound like ghosts crying and wolves howling!

It pierced the palm of the hand that was dissipating golden light and contained great power!

With An Qisheng's current physique, this explosion was powerful enough to pierce gold and iron and collapse walls. Any physical body would be pierced by such a fierce spear!

Boom! !