Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Dayun's masters will arrive soon.

As the guards of the Ming Palace, they will have to withstand the impact of the storm. Can they withstand it?

We can't let them withdraw at this time.

This is not only a heavy blow to their confidence, but also a heavy blow to their reputation. Once the reputation of being greedy for life and afraid of death is known, it will be difficult to turn over.

So the most important thing is to improve their strength.

They are all grandmasters. It is not easy to go further. Then try this formation.

This is the essence of all the formations he has integrated so far, as well as his profound understanding of the laws of the world.

He feels that his formation is not inferior to the formation of the three brothers of Wujimen, and even better.

As long as they can master it, they can deal with this violent assassination, and at the very least they can retreat unscathed.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The muffled sound is endless.

They attacked frantically, trying to break Fakong's defense. As for being afraid of hurting Fakong, that was definitely not the case...

They knew that even if the four of them mastered the formation, even if they tried their best and performed beyond their normal abilities, they still couldn't hurt him at all.

Fakong turned into four shadows and entangled with them, and his voice rang out slowly: "Too weak! Too weak!"

The four shadows were like four people, and they didn't speak at the same time, but one sentence after another, like the echo of a valley.

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Xu Qingluo and the others gritted their teeth and tried their best.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Four shadows suddenly knocked Xu Qingluo and the other four away, then suddenly gathered in the middle and condensed into a shadow, revealing Fakong's true body.

He lazily looked at the four people who staggered back and shook his head: "No, you lack a kind of power."

"What power?" Chu Ling asked.

Xu Qingluo whispered: "Is it the ruthlessness of desperate efforts?"

Fakong nodded: "When you fought, there was no life-and-death tension, and it was either you or I. It also failed to stimulate the ruthlessness in your bones."

This ruthlessness from the bones can truly stimulate oneself and stimulate potential.

Without this ruthlessness, potential cannot be stimulated.

In this way, no matter how many times you practice, no matter how many times you fight and spar, you can't really touch the limit and stimulate potential.

"So..." Chu Ling frowned and said: "This is not something we can have if we want it, right? We haven't encountered that kind of situation."

Fakong nodded.

Chu Ling was right. This kind of ruthlessness is not something that can be achieved by just thinking about it. It needs to be stimulated by a real situation.

They have been going smoothly and have not really encountered any danger.

And even if they encounter danger, they are confident in their hearts, knowing that he will help them, so they are not in a hurry.

"Master, is there going to be trouble?" Xu Qingluo asked.

Fakong summoned them directly, gave them the formation, and then had a discussion, all in one go, without allowing them to ask more questions.

Xu Qingluo had long realized what was going on, but had been forcing herself not to ask more questions. Now she finally couldn't help asking.

Fakong said: "Dayun's revenge is coming."

"Dayun assassin?" Zhou Yang smiled and said: "Uncle, although the Dayun assassin is powerful, it is not as fierce as imagined. We can deal with it."

Especially now that Zhu Ni's cultivation has greatly improved, her sound killing technique is even more earth-shattering and almost invincible.

No matter how many Dayun masters and assassins come, it will be useless.

Fakong said, "This time is different. You can't take it."

"Then what about us...?" Xu Qingluo frowned and said, "Master, we can't retreat, we can only hold on?"

Fakong nodded slowly.

Xu Qingluo said, "If we practice this formation well, can we hold on?"

Fakong continued to nod.

Xu Qingluo looked at the other three.

"Come again!" Chu Ling snorted.

They had a tacit understanding. When Chu Ling spoke, she had already signaled with her eyes. As soon as she finished speaking, the four rushed towards Fakong at the same time, almost sneaking up on him.

Fakong turned into four shadows and continued to defend.

...

In the evening, Fakong was having dinner with everyone. Suddenly, he looked up and glanced at the north, and his eyes flashed with golden light.

He put down his chopsticks: "You guys eat first, I'll go."

"Master is going to Tianjing?" Xu Qingluo asked hurriedly.

She asked with concern: "Did something happen to Prince Yi?"

Fakong said: "It's not Prince Yi, it's the monk Yuande who came to see me."

He glanced at everyone: "Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe, you two should join forces to deal with the formation of the four of them, and beat them up severely, and show no mercy."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang's eyes lit up, and he laughed: "Don't worry, Abbot, I will treat them well!"

He grinned with a cruel smile: "Xiao Qingluo, I want you to know that fighting with others is a matter of life and death, and it's not a joke."

"Uncle Lin." Xu Qingluo chuckled: "We also want you to know what a real formation is!"

"Hey, very good!" Lin Feiyang sneered.

Xu Qingluo and the other four also sneered.

Faning shook his head on the side.

Everyone seemed to be serious, but they were afraid that they would still be soft when they took action and would not be able to be ruthless.

Fu Qinghe looked at Fakong.

Fakong said: "We can kill them. There is holy water here. It will be hard to die. It won't matter as long as we don't chop off their heads directly."

"Yes." Fu Qinghe nodded solemnly.

Chu Ling snorted.

She sensed the danger.

Fu Qinghe was different from Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang was fierce in words, but soft in action, unable to kill.

Fu Qinghe was different.

He was taciturn, never said a harsh word, but killed.

After Monk Fakong said this, Fu Qinghe would definitely not hold back, he would really kill.

Fakong stood up and took out a snow handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the corner of his mouth, and then disappeared in a flash.

The next moment he appeared in Yongkong Temple.

Outside Yongkong Temple, the monk Yuande had already appeared outside the door.

He was dressed in a bright yellow monk's robe, slender and handsome. The monk's robe did not look loose and bloated on him, but instead made him look handsome and extraordinary.

He stood quietly in front of the temple with one hand behind his back, looking at Yongkong Temple, his expression solemn and calm, his eyes flashing, like lightning.

This is because he has already condensed the Qi around him to the extreme, completely condensed in his eyes, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning.

His eyes wanted to see through Yongkong Temple.

But Yongkong Temple was blocked by an invisible force, and he couldn't see the truth when he stood so close, and he only felt a vast expanse of space.

He was awed in his heart.

Originally, he thought that he couldn't see clearly when he stood far away because the distance was too far, or there were other arrangements in Yongkong Temple, or there were treasures guarding it.

Now he stood close and saw it, and it felt completely different.

He felt like he was in a fog, and he didn't know where he was, and he was about to lose himself.

The more he looked, the more confused he became, and the deeper he fell.

In a trance, he seemed to be in a vast fog, surrounded by fog, with no sense of direction, and even no difference between up and down.

He tried desperately to break through the fog, but he couldn't break it, and instead he was getting closer and closer to the fog.

He tried his best to push the mental method of the Great Miaolian Temple to the extreme, and a hazy white light emanated from his body.

Concentrating on the spiritual perception of his mind, he walked slowly step by step. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he found himself a hundred meters away.

Unconsciously, he was already a hundred meters away from the temple gate.

His face was solemn. He stood there in contemplation for a moment, then turned and walked towards the temple gate and came to the temple plaque.

This time, he did not feel the thick fog locking the world like last time.

As expected, the more he pushed his cultivation, the stronger the counterattack. If he stopped his cultivation, there would be no obstacles.

But when he reached out to touch the brass door knocker of the temple gate, his eyes blurred.

PS: Update completed.