Tales of Herding Gods

There are not many words on this book. Qin Mu has read the text on the book roughly, and there are many more in the mind about the practice of the soul.

The Devil of Heaven reminds him that the book is a spell of Youdu, and it seems to be a lie that tempts him to be fooled.

"I spoke. There is a sentence in the ten sentences. It is true that all the devils speak. One hundred sentences are true."

Qin Mu Xin said: "All of the things he told me, only the language is true, the rest are fake!"

He carefully figured out that if the mystery of the text on the book is completely immersed, it is indeed possible to comprehend some spells about the soul. But the words in this book are more important than the powerful soul, and the soul-like spells are only secondary.

Qin Mu remembers the Chinese characters in the book, concealing the meditation, and trying to understand the mystery of the script text, trying to understand a kind of soul-like spell.

In the Da Yu Tian Mo Jing, there are spells about the soul. The Da Di Kingdom witch also has spells in this area, as well as the Lei Yin Ba style that Ma Ye passed to him, as well as the Mozu's great self-print, which has a magical method for the soul.

The eclipse of the nine secluded gates is even more outstanding.

If you verify the words on this book, you can make it more powerful!

Qin Mu meditation for a long time, then slowly walked around the yard, while walking around the side of the plan, he was trying to integrate the truth in the text of the quilt into the Sunshine Yang soul air refining this trick.

Rizhao Yangshen air refining is one of the Leiyin eight styles. For example, the most advanced combat skills in the Mahayana Sutra, the power has just reached the extreme, has been evolved to the extreme, and there is almost no possibility of improvement.

Now, Qin Mu is improving this move. He has not cultivated the Mahayana Classics, but since the integration of the Da Yu Tian Mo Jing and the hegemony San Dan, the power of the Lei Yin Ba style has been It is getting stronger and stronger, not as good as the Mahayana.

He repeatedly drilled with one stroke and one stroke, and punched out with one fist and another fist. The mother was the heart of the heart, and the heart was printed for the big day. The punch was blown out, the thunder was rolling, the sun was strong, the refining sun was strong, and the power gradually increased.

Rizhao Yang soul air refining this trick, has no effect on the flesh, although the momentum is huge, but the attack is only the soul.

Qin Mu repeatedly practiced, and the flames gradually became a smoldering fire. The flame was different from the ordinary flame, and it was the fire that burned the soul.

Every punches he took with the fire, and gradually, the fire became more and more intense, and it turned into a red sun around his fist.

The more he played, the more he couldn't help but shouted, and suddenly he punched out, and the air exploded in the air. The flames rolled down and the fire spread over the courtyard.

Qin Mu received the momentum, spit out a suffocating gas, suddenly the heart fretting, open the door, I saw the Jiantangtang quickly walked.

"Jiantang, what is so rushed?" Qin Mu invited him to come in and asked.

"Lu Tianwang was injured."

The main face of Jiantangtang is dignified and Shen Sheng said: "Now I am there, Lu Tianwang wants to see the leader. His situation... very bad!"

Qin Mu’s heart jumped and walked with him to his yard.

"Teacher, old cockroaches, injured to see the leader, the body is very heavy, can not see the ceremony." Lu Tianwang lying in bed, struggling to get up, but can not get up, shouted.

Qin Mu waved his hand and went up to check his injury and frowned slightly. His clothes were ragged, and there were blood on his white hair and white beard.

Lu Tianwang’s injury is more serious than that of Yankang Guoshi. It should be a fight with several strong masters and be injured!

His injuries are not only physical injuries, but also the gods are also injured, the soul of the injury is also extremely heavy!

His seven great gods have been devastated, the spirits have been petrified, the five elements of God have been destroyed by three, the Liuhe gods are only two pillars of God, the seven-star gods, the gods and gods, the gods and gods are dilapidated Unbearable, and the flying bridge in the Shenqiao Shenzang has been broken.

If it is only these injuries, the key is that he is old and his body is not as good as before. It is difficult for the body to restrain the soul that is about to collapse.

Lu Tianwang took a breath and said: "Teacher, I have explored the whereabouts of Heavenly King..."

"You don't talk first."

Qin Mu took out two bottles of dragon scorpion, treated him for the injury on the meat, and let him drink a bottle. After a while, he wrote a series of names of medicines, and let the Jiantangtang go to the Kufu to take medicine. As for whether these herbs can cure Lu Tianwang, he has no bottom in mind. The best situation is to waste people, and the worst case...

The head of the Jiantang Hall quickly left, and the wounds on Lu Tianwang’s flesh were better, but the wounds of the soul and the gods were even heavier. They panted and said: “The king is dead. I investigate his whereabouts, and some people hold him. Clothes, tempted me to trace all the way, the result was an ambush..."

Qin Mu frowned: "Who is designing to ambush you?"

"There is no face, but their magical powers I recognize."

Lu Tianwang’s body was stunned. It was the outbreak of the wound on the soul, which caused him severe pain. Lu Tianwang gritted his teeth and stiffened it. The white hair shook with his body and smiled. “They are for me. The Method of Transmission of the Holy Spirit...Teacher, I can't help you, and you are embarrassed about the founder--"

"Reassure, you can't die, you can't get rid of it."

Qin Mu’s eyes are shaking, Shen Sheng said: “Even if you die, I will pull your soul out of You!”

"The one who hurts me, one of them is a big member of the court!"

Lu Tianwang’s body is calm and calm: “I know that his practice is that Lingbao does not exercise Zen Buddhism. Among the great members of the imperial court, the Taizi Taishi Sun Nituo has refined this practice to the extreme, sitting on a thousand pagodas. Lingbao does not move."

Qin Mu quickly shot, his hands flew, and went to Lu Tianwang. He jumped ten fingers and left a virtual shadow in the air. In the twinkling of an eye, he sealed the soul of Lu Tianwang in his body, not letting his soul leave.

He used the creation of the magical power, and the creation of the magical power was used by the masters of the gods to peel and dress, but in his hands it was a means of life-saving.

Lu Tianwang was sealed by him with three souls and seven scorpions, but it is still difficult to contain the tendency of his soul to collapse.

"Teacher, although you are a **** doctor, you can't save the mortal."

Lu Tianwang smiled and twitched from the bed and got up in the ground. Sitting in front of the hall, his face glowed red and smiled. "You don't have to work hard. My soul is about to dissipate, and the bridge is broken. I can't keep going." I thought that after the ancestors left, I could assist the cult leader to let the saints rejoice. I didn't expect that I could not see this day."

There was a rumbling crash in his body. It was that his Shenqiao gods had no support from the bridge and began to collapse.

The collapsed Shenqiao Shenzang crushed the life and death gods, and then crushed the gods and gods, one layer after another, the gods collapsed.

Qin Mu’s heart is mournful. Now, even if the master of the sword is returned, he will not be able to save him.

Lu Tianwang ignited a raging fire, tears of the soul, this tear is irreversible, his injury is too heavy, the injury on the soul is even more serious, the soul will fly away.

If the soul flies, it is impossible to enter the quiet city, the soul disappears, and even the ghost can not do.

"The raging flame, burning my body..."

Lu Tianwang muttered in the fire: "Life and death are impermanent, and it is inevitable not to leave. I can't see you become a holy teacher. I really want to go back to the holy mountain. I will see the sacred tree again... I heard it." The logging sound of the husband..."

The old man had a cold war in the fire, showing a smile: "Teacher, I am so cold..."

Qin Mu reached out to the palm of his hand and wanted to catch the old man's hand, but it was a burnt ashes.

The fire gradually went out, leaving a grayish ashes.

Outside, the footsteps of the Jiantang Church came, carrying large and small medicine bags, Qin Mu turned around, Mu Ran said: "Jiantang, no need, Lu Tianwang has been gone..."

The medicine bag in the main body of Jiantangtang fell to the ground. This nine-foot-tall man was smashing through the ground, and his shoulders were constantly swaying, but there was no cry.

a long time.

Qin Mu swept the ashes of Lu Tianwang and placed them in the blue jar, standing in front of the jar.

He was rushing to the ducks and was sold to the Devils by the Grandma, and he became the Holy Master of the Devil. He did not have much affection for the Devil. If there were feelings, it was the feelings of the Sister and the Young Master.

However, as he became more and more aware of the demon teaching, he slowly fell in love with the teachings of the sects, liked the various people in the teaching, appreciated their belongings and appreciated their affairs.

He has already regarded himself as a member of the Devil's Religion, and he is trying to become a qualified saint.

Lu Tianwang and him soon after, maybe he never regarded him as a sacred master, just regarded him as a mischievous disciple, busy cleaning his **** on the holy mountain, and cleaning up the mess he left. The land left behind is a mess.

He is more like an elder who cares for his younger generation, and he is petted with reproachful eyes.

Today, he died and turned into an ashes in the green altar...

"Jiantang..."

Qin Mumu's eyes were a bit more sharp, and slowly said: "Command to teach disciples, mobilize all resources, check for me, I want all the information of the Prince Taishi Sun Nitu, his life, his family , his martial art, his disciples, everything about him!"

The head of the sword hall rose: "Follow the main law!"

Qin Mu continued: "Bring Lu Tianwang away, he wants to go back to the holy teacher tree, you will ... bury him there."

The head of the sword hall left with the green altar.

Qin Mu walked out of the house of the sword hall and found Si Sixiang who had returned to the Shiziju from the Tianlu Building. He had to go back to the book and walk to Tianlu Building.

In the Tianlu Building, he came to the third floor. There are not many classics here. There are only a hundred volumes. Many secretarial supervisors with white hair beheads are studying various exercises in the building and making innovations.

Qin Mu found that Lingbao did not move the Zen work, and read it carefully. He couldn't sleep. He looked at it for two days, then walked out of the Tianlu Building and went back to the residence to take a nap.

The next day, the sword lord came with a thick file.

Qin Mu carefully read and used the half-day time to read all the information about the Taizi Taishi Sun Nanda, and then closed his eyes.

The head of the Jiantang Church has been waiting quietly on the side. After a long time, Qin Mu opened his eyes and said: "Nantuo Temple, Sun Nanda, Lingbao does not move the Zen... In the capital, he is full of influence, too much influence. Let's go outside the city."