Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

While performing the Rejuvenation Mantra and the Heart Cleansing Mantra, Fakong observed the martial arts of the Pure Filth Sect, and could see everything clearly.

The Heart Cleansing Sect's mental method was not just one, and judging from these thirty-six people, there was a total of one inherited mental method.

They all took the path of combining hardness and softness, and their mental methods were mysterious and subtle, and they manipulated the body freely and delicately. Under normal circumstances, Faxuan and his men had no power to resist.

In front of the masters of the Pure Filth Sect, Faxuan and his men would appear slow and clumsy, like a bear facing a flexible leopard.

The bear's reaction was actually fast, and it looked clumsy, but it was actually very sensitive, but the leopard's reaction was better.

Therefore, Faxuan and his twelve men were always in a passive state of being beaten, and they could hold on because of the power of the Heart Cleansing Mantra and the Rejuvenation Mantra.

The Heart Cleansing Mantra made them more sensitive and quicker to react, and the Rejuvenation Mantra made them full of vitality. While their bodies were injured, they were also repairing. Of course, the speed of recovery was far slower than the speed of injury, but under the vitality, their spirits were not exhausted, and it seemed that they were not the ones injured.

"Brother?" Faning came to him lightly and silently, and saw that Fakong had been making hand seals all the time, and he was very curious.

Fakong whispered: "Let's go to the top of the peak to have a look."

Faning was startled.

Fakong said: "There are masters from the Pure Unhealthy Sect, let them go too."

"...Okay." Faning nodded solemnly.

He turned and swept across the lake, awakened the four people who were sleeping, and took them out of the Medicine Valley silently, along the mountain to the top of the Vajra Peak, and saw the tragic scene.

Above the glacier, a bright moon hung in the night sky, as bright and flawless as an ice wheel.

The clear light spread over the snow-capped mountains, and the peaks were holy and quiet.

Under the hazy and cold moonlight, dozens of people were fighting silently on the tilted ice surface.

The thirty-six people on one side all covered their bodies with white robes, revealing only a pair of eyes, which were as cold as lightning.

The twelve people on one side wore gray monk robes that were tightly attached to their bodies, exposing their knotted muscles.

On such a steep ice surface, normal people could not stand steadily and would slide down directly. Not only did they not slide, but they moved forward and backward freely, as flexibly and agilely as if they were on flat ground.

Each of them moved very fast, advancing and retreating suddenly, sprinting suddenly, and stopping abruptly. The changes in stillness and movement were abrupt and thorough, making people dizzy and upset.

When Xu Qingluo and the other five stepped onto the top of the peak, their eyes were first attracted by the crowd, and then they noticed that the blood was splattered on the ice where the crowd was.

The faint fishy smell was blown to their noses by gusts of wind, and then blew away without a trace, mixed with dull collision sounds.

Faning clasped his hands together and silently chanted a Buddhist name. He didn't expect that Faxuan and the others would grit their teeth and hold on by themselves without asking for help.

There are so many masters in the temple, why should I struggle by myself?

Xu Qingluo drew her sword and chuckled: "Interesting! Formation or single combat?"

Chu Ling said: "Single combat is interesting, formation is boring!"

The thirty-six white-robed men have extraordinary body movements, but they are not good enough in their eyes.

They have all taken Tianyun Fruit, and their speed has exceeded the human limit, making them far superior to the masters of the time.

"Then fight alone!" Xu Qingluo smiled: "Uncle Master, let's do it, just kill him?"

"You can kill him," Faning said: "Be careful."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo laughed crisply, slid down silently, and entered the crowd like a wisp of light smoke.

"Let's go!" Zhou Yang shouted, drew his sword and rushed down, sweeping away like a gust of wind.

Zhou Yu shook his head and looked at Chu Ling with a smile.

Chu Ling drew out the long sword like a clear spring and shook it lightly.

The sword body shook lightly and made a "buzzing" sound, and the cold light expanded.

She formed a sword gesture with her slender fingers on her left hand, and gently wiped it from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

The cold breath penetrated into her wrist, shoulder and heart from the white onion-like fingertips.

A violently beating heart suddenly slowed down, and the slower it beat, the spirit entered a state of tranquility, and everything became clear.

"Let's go." Chu Ling stared at the scene solemnly and said softly.

His figure flickered, suddenly on the left, suddenly on the right, changing flexibly and unpredictably, and he got into the crowd of people fighting.

Zhou Yu saw that they all went down, and looked at Faning: "Brother Faning, I'm going too."

"Amitabha." Faning said softly: "Kill when you should kill."

"Understood." Zhou Yu nodded lightly, tapped his toes lightly, and fell into the fighting crowd like catkins. It seemed slow, but he almost got into the crowd at the same time as Chu Ling.

Their appearance instantly changed the situation in the field.

The thirty-six white-robed men were faster, more agile, and more relaxed in their advance and retreat, which made Faxuan and the other twelve monks tied up. However, Xu Qingluo and the others were faster and more agile than the thirty-six white-robed men.

The swords of the four of them were as clear as water, lightly passing through throats one by one, and in a flash, they took one person's life.

As soon as they attacked, eight white-robed men fell down, holding their throats, and the situation changed instantly.

The twenty-eight white-robed men wanted to concentrate their attacks on the four men, but the four men happened to be scattered around, each occupying a position.

They did not form a sword formation, but they had occupied the four positions of the sword formation unintentionally. If they shrank inward, they could form a sword formation, and if they pulled apart from each other, it would not be a sword formation.

Before the twenty-eight white-robed men could gather together, only twenty were left.

This stimulated the twelve monks including Faxuan to become more aggressive, and they became more reckless, with faster moves and more tricky angles.

Xu Qingluo and the others switched positions, the distance between them shortened and lengthened. During this change, eight more people in white robes lost their lives.

Fanning did not take action, but stood aside ready to rescue at any time. Seeing this situation, he breathed a sigh of relief, but was secretly shocked.

He knew that Xu Qingluo and the other four were all geniuses. Even his disciple Zhou Yang was the weakest, but he was also a rare genius and made rapid progress.

But he never expected that their swordsmanship had reached such a level, killing people so easily and freely.

The thirty-six white robes all had amazing martial arts and amazing body movements, but in front of Xu Qingluo and the others, they were like lambs to be slaughtered, and could not take three moves.

"Retreat!" Xu Qingluo suddenly shouted.

As she spoke, she swung her sleeves, entangled the monk Qi Faxuan and the other two monks, and retreated.

As soon as she made a move, Zhou Yu, Zhou Yang and Chu Ling immediately followed suit, either with scabbards or long swords, knocking the surrounding Vajra Temple monks away one after another.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The muffled sound was like spring thunder coming from the horizon.

Twelve white-robed men turned into twelve groups of red mist, which instantly swept the area of ​​ten feet in radius.

Xu Qingluo and the others barely escaped and were not touched by the red mist.

The whistling wind quickly blew away the red mist. A deep pit had appeared where they had fought. It was uneven, two feet deep and one foot shallow.

The ice on the King Kong Peak never melted and was extremely hard. If the power of the red mist fell on them, they would probably not survive.

Monk Faxuan was shocked.

They resisted so hard because they had confidence, and the masters in the temple could come in an instant, and because Fakong came later.

They were not afraid of death. Seeing this situation, their faces were not good.

After taking a look, they all looked at Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo was squatting on the edge of the deep pit, frowning and staring at the deep pit. Rocks had already appeared below.

Zhou Yang and the other three came over.

Zhou Yang asked, "What's strange?"

Xu Qingluo frowned and stared at the stones in the deep pit, and slowly said, "This move of burning everything together is very vicious, it is a kind of poison."

Not only is the explosion powerful, but the power is also poisonous, and what's more sinister is that there is no sign when it is performed.

If I hadn't practiced the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra and had a strong spirit, I would probably not have noticed the abnormality like others.

Zhou Yu and the others all have amazing spiritual perceptions, but they didn't find it in advance, which shows how vicious and cruel their move of burning everything together is.

Zhou Yu's face was pale and her eyes were burning.

She was still terrified.

These white-robed people were shrouded in a layer of clouds and mist, and there was no way to see their thoughts and ideas.

If it weren't for Qingluo today, my group of people would probably be in danger, and life and death would be decided in an instant.

As expected, we can't be careless at any time, and we can't rely on our wisdom and relax. Every master is very dangerous.

Chu Ling and Zhou Yang didn't think it was a big deal.

Among the four, Xu Qingluo was the smartest and was used to following her instructions. It was not uncommon for her to discover danger in advance and avoid it.

Faning clasped his hands: "Senior Brother Faxuan..."

Monk Faxuan smiled and said: "Junior Brother Faning, is it Junior Brother Fakong?"

"Yes." Faning said.

Monk Faxuan shook his head: "We elders are embarrassed, it's really a bit useless."

When Xu Qingluo and the others arrived at the Medicine Valley, of course they had to go to the Vajra Temple to pay homage to the seniors. All the monks had seen them and recognized them.

Not to mention that Zhou Yang was Faning's direct descendant, Xu Qingluo was only a registered disciple, but also a registered disciple of Fakong, how could she not be impressed?

They were originally proud that they could resist thirty-six masters of the Pure Unhealthy Sect, but after seeing Xu Qingluo and the others' end, it was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables, and their disappointment was imaginable.

Faning smiled and said: "They have many adventures, and they are naturally different because they have their senior brothers' personal guidance."

"Yes..." Monk Faxuan and the others sighed.

Being able to get personal guidance from Junior Brother Fakong is of course different from their situation. Moreover, Junior Brother Fakong has the ability of clairvoyance, so it is not difficult for him to find some adventures for his disciples.

Thinking of this, they relaxed and looked at Xu Qingluo and the others with a smile.

No matter what, they are all disciples of the Vajra Temple and a family. If Xu Qingluo and the others are strong, the Vajra Temple will be strong, which is of course a good thing.

Xu Qingluo stared at the deep pit, her eyes sparkling, her eyes like water, scanning the deep pit back and forth.

Her bright eyes suddenly lit up, and she waved her jade hand.

A silver needle flew up from the deep pit, floated in front of her, and fell lightly into her delicate jade hand.

She smiled brightly.

As the red mist disappeared, everything disappeared, and the thirty-six white-robed people seemed to have never appeared, leaving no items behind.

She finally found this silver needle.

Holding the silver needle, she straightened up with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Thank you all for your hard work, I will take my leave now."

"Junior Brother Qingluo, please go ahead." Faxuan monks clasped their hands and said with a smile.

Zhou Yu and the others also clasped their hands and followed Xu Qingluo down the Jingang Peak, returned to the Medicine Valley, flew over the lake, landed in the pavilion, and came to Fakong.

"Master." Xu Qingluo handed over the silver needle with a smile.

Fakong's purple gold cassock fluttered, calm and composed, and took the silver needle.