All Heavens Hongmeng Tree

Liu Xi was so angry that he cursed in his heart, this is simply a disaster.

Chapter Three Hundred and Sixth Chapter Tired of Victory

Seeing a few remaining fish that slipped through the net, they actually ran towards the direction where he was hiding!

Liu Xi was so angry that he cursed in his heart.

This time, his whereabouts were also exposed, which was simply a disaster.

Hong Xuanji's fist came again, and all these fleeing assassins were wiped out.

At the same time, this punch also hit Liu Xi.

A great fear flooded his heart, making his heart skip a beat.

Liu Xi struggled to take the punch to run away faster.

"what?"

Hong Xuanji was surprised.

But he didn't chase after him any more. After all, the man who escaped had been hit by his fist and would definitely not survive.

Even if he survives, life is better than death, and he needs to be sick all the year round.

call!

call!

call!

After Liu Xi's spirit returned to his body, he felt extremely weak, as if he was going to faint at any moment.

Hong Xuanji's punch wiped out most of his soul.

This was just a random punch by him, mainly aimed at those assassins, and he was only affected.

Liu Xi was panting like a fish that jumped to the shore.

He still had lingering fears at this time. He only knew that Hong Xuanji was a peak martial arts sage, but he had no idea how powerful the martial arts sage was.

As a traveler occupying the perspective of God, in the first two days, his mentality was inevitably a little floating.

This time, he was beaten up all at once, and he didn't dare to go out of his body wantonly.

Sitting cross-legged, he meditated on the Amitabha Sutra in the sea of ​​consciousness.

A big Buddha appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness. The Buddha was kind, like the self, full of immortality.

In the warm Buddha's light, his spirit continued to attract the aura and starlight from the outside world, and his thoughts continued to grow.

After more than an hour, all the injured souls recovered.

Liu Xi secretly said: "The Amitabha Sutra of the Past is indeed the supreme treasure book of the Dachan Temple. My soul was injured so badly, and it was as good as before in an instant!"

For the rest of the day, Liu Xi quietly read in the yard by himself, trying to figure out the meaning of the scriptures.

His spiritual cultivation progressed rapidly, and in an instant he reached the realm of exorcism.

Without the divine soul weapon, he could only practice with a few steel needles.

Dozens of steel needles flew up and down, as fast as lightning, and instantly shot countless small holes on a piece of azure stone.

Since he couldn't practice martial arts, lest the movement was too big and people noticed, so he could only figure it out slowly in his heart.

In the past few days, he has completely figured out the "Cow Devil's Power Technique", and he is even familiar with "Tiger Devil Bone Fist".

During this period, Hong Xuanji ordered someone to take him to the study once.

This was also the first time he saw Hong Xuanji.

This person's appearance is dignified and upright, and his appearance is dignified, but Liu Xi knows that his heart is as cold as iron, and he has no father-son affection for Hong Yi.

Therefore, he behaved quite well and did not dare to make any mistakes.

Otherwise, it would be possible for Hong Xuanji to kill him on the spot, and no one would pity him at all.

There is still half a month before the scientific examination. He originally wanted to endure it first, but he didn't want people to be harmless, and tigers to harm people's hearts.

That night, after studying an article in the "Mencius" in his previous life, he carefully burned the manuscript and was lying on the bed to sleep.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared under the window lattice, and the shadow slowly climbed up from the ground, like a ferocious ghost, rushing towards Liu Xi.

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, the moonlight was miserable, and the gloomy wind blew like a ghost crying.

Infinite illusions appeared in front of Liu Xi's eyes. He seemed to be struggling in a sea of ​​corpses and blood. Countless terrifying ghosts with broken hearts and broken heads crawled out of the ground and pulled him.

In a side room separated by two courtyards, it was the residence of Mrs. Zhao's escort, Aunt Zeng.

At this moment, Aunt Zeng was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding hands, and an incense was lit on the offering table in front of her.

Her face was ashen, her mouth was muttering words, and she suddenly let out a strange smile of "hehe".

The whole house was eerie, like a ghost.

"Hong Yi, the little beast, thinks that he has a little literary talent to be able to take the exam, establish his own business, and escape the control of his wife.

Jie Jie, Jie Jie, grandma used this trick to get rid of you today, let's see how you take the exam! "