White Bone Monkey King

When King Lao Ling enters the fourth realm, his divine power will inevitably increase sharply, and he will not be able to escape even if there is any disturbance nearby.

In order not to be noticed by the old King Ling, Jin'an fell into silence together with the statue of Thousand-Eyed Daojun after he built the Tubo Temple.

One person and one evil god, they say nothing, do not communicate with their spiritual consciousness, and do not use their magical powers to monitor external trends.

Needless to say, Master Qing Xi is still unconscious.

Speaking of which, this is not the first time that Jin'an and Qianyan Taojun turned their statues into temples to trap people. During the siege of Bulao Mountain before, this man and the evil god had impersonated the Ersheng Tu Temple and killed Bulao Shan Shouyuan. magic.

As the saying goes, once is raw, twice is ripe.

Practice makes perfect three times.

...a stick of incense...

...two sticks of incense...

Time passed slowly, and he still couldn't wait for Old King Ling to enter the Tubo Temple, and because he was worried about leaking his whereabouts, he did not release his spiritual consciousness to explore the outside world. The situation outside the Tubo Temple was completely unknown to him.

Jin An waited patiently and stood still.

The Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue was tired of standing. The Nezha double-headed golden boy it transformed into looked at Jin'an and winked, asking Jin'an, "Do you want to continue waiting?"

The three-eyed golden boy in Jin'an was unmoved by the changes.

After waiting for a while, the golden boy with Nezha's head began to twist his body, scratching here and there, moving back and forth.

After being stared at by the three-eyed golden boy, he calmed down again.

But not long after, the golden boy with the head of Nezha once again looked at Jin An with questioning eyes, meaning whether the old King Ling is coming or not, we can't just stand like Wangfu Shi forever, right?

The three-eyed golden boy pretended not to see it.

Suddenly, there was thunder above the head, the wind roared outside the Tubo Temple, and the storm outside suddenly changed.

Then a wave of coercion came.

The three-eyed golden boy glared at the Nezha-headed golden boy. He didn't need his warning. The Nezha-headed golden boy was already standing still.

There is a figure wandering outside the Tubo Temple. It seems that the people outside the temple are very cautious and are hesitating and pondering. How come there is a Tubo Temple here and they are not in a hurry to come in.

As footsteps approached, people outside the temple walked into Tubo Temple. It was Old King Ling.

King Lao Ling's energy and spirit have been greatly sublimated. It is a kind of sublimation that is visible to the naked eye. His body is filled with divine energy, and it is no longer wrinkled and dry. Every time he exhales and exhales, there are electric snakes swimming in his mouth and nose, and the life in his body is... The energy of essence is overflowing, vigorous and brilliant.

Even Leifa is refined to a level far beyond what it used to be.

Even before the soul has left the body, the soul has already overflowed from the body, and its strength has greatly increased.

Before, I was watching from a distance through my spiritual eyes, but now with a closer look, I can see clearly that Old King Ling has indeed entered the fourth realm.

Unexpectedly, Old King Ling would be among the first batch to enter the fourth realm, which was surprising and made people look at him in a new light.

King Lao Ling's eyes were filled with lightning a few feet long, and his whole body was filled with thunderous energy. Both his body and soul were full of vitality, and even every thought could create lightning sparks in the void.

The shackles of the world have just been broken, and these strong men who have just lifted the clouds to break through are still unable to control themselves freely in a short period of time, so they can see energy storms overflowing wherever they pass.

Seeing Old Ling Wang's thoughts splitting lightning bolts in the void, it can be imagined that when Old Ling Wang faced Tubo Temple, his heart must be full of doubts. Countless calculations were running through his mind, and his thoughts were like lightning.

When King Lao Ling entered the Tubo Temple, he first looked at the layout of the Tubo Temple. He first stared at the ancient calligraphy plaque for a while, and then turned to look at the Tubo clay statue on the altar.

King Lao Ling did not stare at the Tubo clay statue for too long, and turned to look at the three golden boys and girls in the Tubo temple.

There is nothing suspicious about this Tubo temple. Even the clay statue of Tubo is as vivid and detailed as the Tubo statue on the Loess Plain.

It can be roughly inferred that the carving techniques come from the same person.

The three extra golden boys and girls are a bit suspicious. In the Tubo temple on the Loess Plain, there are only Tubo statues, but there are no golden boys and girls surrounding them.

The key point is that there are two golden boys and one jade girl. Such an unusual combination made Old Ling Wang couldn't help but look at it again and again.

They say good things come in pairs.

Folk sacrificial activities pay more attention to these auspicious meanings.

"Why three?"

"Does it mean the three talents of heaven, earth and man?"

King Lao Ling was born in the Tianshi Mansion and was a Feng Shui master who was proficient in Feng Shui, Yi Shu, and Qi Men Dun Jia. His thoughts were like lightning, and he wanted to find the truth from Feng Shui Yi Shu.

While thinking about it, Old King Ling was also carefully observing the golden boys and girls one by one.

The three-eyed golden boy has a vertical mark of gold between his brows and a solemn expression. He is holding a red gourd in both hands, with the mouth of the gourd facing the temple door. There is a gold lock hanging on his chest and a golden copper coin hanging on his waist.

Next to the three-eyed golden boy stands a double-meat-headed golden boy who looks like the image of Nezha in ancient times. This golden boy gives people the impression of a wolf looking evil.

The little Jade Girl has eyes that seem to be open but not open, sometimes closed but not closed, giving people a drowsy feeling. The Jade Girl dozing off in front of the Tubo statue?

In short, these three golden boys and girls seem to be full of doubts.

The biggest doubt in this Tubo Temple is the three golden boys and girls in front of them.

Old King Ling stood there and pondered for a moment. He first raised his eyes to look at the Tubo statue erected on the altar, and then released his spiritual consciousness to explore the golden boy and beautiful girl.

He didn't demolish the Tubo temple and desecrate the earth as soon as he came up, nor did he use his spiritual consciousness to explore the Tubo statue. He just didn't want to offend the Tubo Emperor in this small underworld.

Tu Bo Jiu Yue, ruled by the underground.

As long as he is not an evildoer, he will not blaspheme Tubo the Great in the underworld, because he has witnessed Tubo the Great's sanctification in the Loess Plain.

But Old King Ling never imagined that even the statue of Tubo was a magic weapon sealed by Jin'an. As a magic weapon worth 1.6 million Yin De and possessing the power of the fourth realm, it protected the three people of Jin'an in Tubo Temple. , it is easy to cover up the auras of Jin An and the others.

Therefore, Old Ling Wang's spiritual exploration naturally failed to find any clues.

Only if he takes the risk of being ungrateful and smashes open the clay statue of the Golden Boy with brute force can he see the essence of the truth.

This is the Tubo Temple, and there is a statue of Emperor Tubo nearby. The three people from Jin'an can be said to be in the right place at the right time, and they can't blame Old King Ling for not seeing the clues.

There was a void in the back of Old King Ling's head. His thoughts were like lightning, his thoughts were colliding like tides, and violent thunder and fire were erupting. Then he saw Old King Ling turning around and walking out of Tubo Temple and leaving here.

After waiting for a long time, Old King Ling did not come back with his carbine. The Nezha-headed golden boy who had transformed into the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue was about to wink at the transformed three-eyed golden boy in Jin An when he saw Old Ling King suddenly kill him. Made a comeback.

Because the speed was too fast, it was like a thunderstorm suddenly crashing into the Tubo Temple. The sound of wind and thunder exploded in the Tubo Temple, and sand and rocks flew behind him.

really!

These old monsters are all suspicious!

King Lao Ling held the golden compass and looked around the Tubo Temple suspiciously. However, the gods in the Tubo Temple protected and blocked the golden compass, and the golden compass still yielded no results.

Old King Ling raised his eyes and glanced at the Tubo statue. He flicked his fingers in the air, and a divine light shot out, hitting the golden boy with Nezha's head who looked like a wolf.

boom!

Half of the arm was cut off by the divine light, making a dull sound.

The timing and location of the appearance of this Tubo temple are really suspicious. King Lao Ling did not dare to demolish the statue of Tubo, so he could only attack the golden boy.

I saw that the severed arm that fell to the ground was filled with earth and rocks, and no blood flowed out. Excluding the possibility of changes in the flesh and blood body, the golden boy in front of me was indeed a statue of a god.

But this doesn’t make sense…

Old King Ling's frown never relaxed.

"pain!"

"I feel so much pain!"

"my hand!"

"pain!"

"pain!"

"pain!"

Suddenly, a shrill sound of pain rang out in Tubo Temple. The voice was crying and resentful.

Unexpectedly, when Old King Ling heard the cry of pain, his body trembled, a pair of tiger eyes suddenly swelled, the temperature around his body dropped rapidly, and a fierce storm rolled up.

"Yier!"

After "a few years", when I heard the voice of my youngest son again, even though he was in a high position and was canonized as a king with a different surname, as one of the elders of the Tianshi Mansion, the old King Ling with a profound city, my heart was at this time. The lake is also inevitably affected, and the aura in the body is released uncontrollably, setting off a terrible storm.

"Whoever dares to pretend to be my son is seeking death!" Old King Ling was furious. Even under the sudden change of mood, he still maintained rational thinking.

"It hurts!"

"Blood feud!"

"Blood feud!"

"Blood feud!"

"The person who killed me is in Wuzhou Mansion!"

"I feel so much pain!"

"I want revenge!"

The painful memory of losing his son in his later years was awakened again by his younger son's cries of pain and revenge. Bits and pieces of memories about his younger son appeared in the old King Ling's heart, and finally he was forever fixed on learning his younger son's soul card. The day it broke.

The old King Ling still had sense in his eyes, and did not go mad and ran away: "Who killed this king's bloodline!"

"tell me!"

"Father is your bloody enemy!"

This time there was no voice to answer the old King Ling, but Tubo showed his saint. The environment in Tubo temple turned into a scene of purgatory in the underworld. There were many heads on the Huangquan River in the underworld. Those were lonely ghosts who could not reincarnate and be reincarnated. They also represented the persistence of the dead. read.

There was a wave of water in the Huangquan River, and a human head turned upside down, revealing facial features that were swollen and white from the soaking.

Even though it was badly soaked, Old King Ling could still recognize at a glance that it was his youngest son's head.

Old Ling Wang Yuan Shen controlled the object and picked up his youngest son's head from a distance. The soaked dead head flew into the hands of Old Ling Wang, and then a scene of him before his death appeared.

Wuzhou Prefecture.

Fucheng.

Many masters gathered around to hunt corpses and unravel immortals and mount stone oxen, including the golden-winged roc bird spirit, the fire-trained Taoist priest, the faceless man, the flying giant centipede spirit, the Rakshasa king spirit...

One of the Yuanshen is the most eye-catching, surpassing many Yuanshen masters. As soon as he appears, he is extremely talented and crushes all the masters. That Yuanshen is a god with a dragon body and a bird head, and is good at controlling thunder.

He practiced the same method of contemplation as Old King Ling.

Old King Ling had thought about the scene before his son died countless times. He never expected to see his youngest son in this way. Even the vicious old King Ling, who was as vicious as an old fox, was shaken at this moment. Is this a dream or a dream? real.

Because the scene of the younger son’s spirit battle was too real.

The spirit and form are the same as before life.

Seeing the younger son's face and form reappear, his eyes that were supposed to be sparkling gradually became immersed in memories and the pain of losing his son.

Boom!

The appearance of a three-headed and six-armed demon god holding the sky broke all the good memories that Old King Ling had for his young son. As soon as this spirit appeared, it overwhelmed the god with the body of a dragon and the head of a bird. He was also a master in practicing thunder, and the god with the body of a dragon and the head of a bird was obviously Fall into disadvantage.

When he saw his youngest son fall and his soul being scattered, the calmness in Old King Ling's eyes was no longer replaced by anger.

"I recognize you!"

"The 'my surname is not Chen' who rose up in the corpse cave!"

"From now on, no matter in heaven or on earth, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and kill your nine tribes to avenge my son!"

Old Ling Wang doesn't care whether it is true or false in front of him. If he can find the truth about his son's death and the enemy who killed his son, it is true to him.

At this time, in the Huangquan River filled with human heads, another dead head was picked up by the big waves, revealing the severely rotten face of Xiao Ling Wang.

"It hurts so much! I hate it so much!"

"Father, I hate your injustice!"

"You only care about the death of my good-for-nothing brother. You don't care at all about how I died, how painful I was before my death, and who the enemy was who killed me!"

Seeing that his eldest son's head also appeared here, Old King Ling was so angry that his eyes were splitting: "If this is really the underworld, tell father who killed you two brothers!"

"Father will make them pay with blood!"

Old King Ling once again photographed objects from the air, and saw that the head of Little King Ling was about to fly into his hands. Everything disappeared before his eyes, the underworld disappeared, his son's head disappeared, the Tubo temple disappeared, the Tubo statue disappeared, leaving only the child who lost his son in his later years. The painful old King Ling stood there alone.

The hatred towards King Xiao Ling before his head disappeared echoed over and over again in his ears.

"Tell me, how did my son die!" Old Lingwang Yuanshen came out of his body and frantically pursued him underground.

However, the turbid underground soil in the small underworld was filled with a large amount of the evil smell of death. The further down, the more difficult it became for the soul to escape the light, and the other party's whereabouts were soon lost.

Old Ling Wang Yuan Shen returned to the body. At this time, the aura in his body was chaotic. He was less energetic than when he had just broken through the fourth realm, and he was more miraculous than when he had just broken through the fourth realm. He was a little more blocked in his thoughts.

This is a sign of knots of heart.

For Shinto masters, only when their thoughts are smooth can their practice be of endless benefit.

If your thoughts are not smooth, everything will not go smoothly.

…

Seeing that the statue of Qianyan Daojun was in danger of being exposed, at the critical moment, Jin An decisively used the Tubo statue to cover up his aura, used the eighteenth earth transformation technique, and left underground.

"It's not worth it for you, Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, to reveal your identity for the sake of my Tao Lord." The one-armed statue of the Thousand-Eyed Tao Lord sighed.

Jin An picked up the broken arm, connected it to the statue of Thousand-Eyed Taoist Lord, and said coldly: "He made you suffer the pain of a broken arm, so I will let him go through the pain of losing a child twice more and help you collect some interest. "

"This time, I will first plant the seed of knot in Old King Ling's heart to mess with his mind. Give me a few days. When my soul recovers from the injury and my soul returns to its peak, see how I can kill Old King Ling and avenge you."

The statue of the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Lord was greatly moved: "Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, you are so kind to this Taoist Lord, you will definitely be a good person and give birth to ten sons. The Five Zang Taoist Temple will flourish and flourish in your hands..."

Master Qing Xi is still unconscious.