White-Robed Chief

Chu Li stepped forward, catching two Jiuyang beads, and smiling.

They flickered violently in Chu Li's hands, and they saw Song Jing's fright.

Obviously the two Jiuyang beads are about to explode, and he can still laugh!

"boom!"

"Bang!" The two middle-aged men fell to the ground, as if they were falling on a rock, and they fell sturdy, and the ground seemed to tremble.

Chu Li stepped to the side of a middle-aged man and looked down at him: "How many levels of blood-yang skill have you practiced?"

The middle-aged man was pale and **** at the corners of his mouth, but stared at him silently.

Chu Li shook his head and sighed, running the blood-yang magic power, pressing his forehead, and slowly turning the internal force.

"Bang!" A round of red sunrise appeared above the middle-aged man's head, and Hongri emitted a red light to cover him, but did not drive Chu Li out, but red light also covered Chu Li, absorbing internal force with him.

Chu Li loses his strength by looking at the situation, and then looks at the middle-aged man's mind.

He smiled and finally saw it this time.

"How does the ninth layer of mentality work?" Chu Li slowly asked: "Blood Yang God Work ..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were wide and incredible.

Another middle-aged man not far away also stared at him with wide eyes.

Song Jing narrowed his eyes, and now he can finally be sure that he does have his heart.

It's no wonder that he became the owner of the Temple of Fu Mo Temple. Who else can have such qualifications?

She shook her head gently, watching Chu Li asked again, "How does the tenth layer of the Blood Yang Gong work?" Then he began to laugh and asked "What about the eleventh layer?"

His face was gloomy, and then he saw Red Sun shot sharply above his head.

Chu Li printed his hands and calmly faced the red day.

Red Sun fell into his head like a shooting star, injected from Baihui Point, and disappeared.

There was a round of red sun in Chu Li's mind, and then that red day was beckoned by the demon in the void of Chu Li's mind and appeared on the top of the demon.

Red Sun emits red light to envelope the demon.

The demon smiled with pleasure and closed his eyes.

Chu Li also smiled.

Song Jing looked inexplicable. He smiled for a while, then he smiled, and then smiled again. The changes were unpredictable, but apparently it didn't matter if he laughed.

As far as she knows, this Red Sun invasion is a kind of cursing existence. This is the death of the Disciples of the Blood Sun Sect. One can keep hurting the other side, and the Blood Sun Sect can find the other Revenge yourself.

Chu Li came to another middle-aged man and acted according to law.

This middle-aged man appeared "bang" above his head, glaring with resentment, and then shot into Chu Li's head, and he died directly.

This red sun was more powerful than before, and instantly blended with the red sun in the void of the mind, the red light suddenly became strong, and Tianmo's face showed a more comfortable look.

Song Jing said, "Are you asking about the ninth and tenth layers of your mind?"

Chu Li shook his head and said nothing.

Song Jing hummed, "Okay, I know you asked, isn't the monk slang!"

Chu Li smiled, "Have I ever spoken?"

Song Jing sternly gave him a glance at him: "Through the ninth and tenth layers of the Blood-Sun Magic Power, you have to be careful. The deeper the magic power, the more dangerous you are."

If the Buddhist martial arts is fire, then the magical power is water. The deeper the magical power is, the colder the water is, the more difficult it is for the two to blend together. The stronger the force produced, the more dangerous it will be. It will destroy him at any time. Yourself.

Chu Li nodded and said, "There is nothing I can do, but I can't ask the twelfth floor."

There are few disciples who can build the tenth floor, not to mention the twelfth floor, unless you ask the **** lords, even the **** lords may not be trained into the twelfth floor.

"Can you do it now?" Song Jing said, "Go back?"

Chu Lidao said: "Wait another hour."

He spoke, closed his eyes and sat aside, motionless.

Song Jingbai shook his head at one glance, floating on top of the tree, Gu Pan left and right to protect him.

The twilight filled the four corners, slowly deepened and thickened, the tired birds returned to the forest, the night shrouded, the sky appeared bright moonlight, and the surroundings became white.

The small village in the distance was quiet and lighted up.

The people in the village did not know that they had escaped from the calamity and died from tyrannical abuse. The spirit and soul had been trained into Jiuyangzhu and their lives could not be autonomous.

Song Jing lamented secretly why she practiced hard in order to be able to dominate her destiny, not to be slaughtered by humans like them, and to think about life and death.

"Let's go." Chu Li suddenly got up.

The red sun in his mind had disappeared, and the red light had completely penetrated into the body of the demon and turned into the power of the demon.

Together with the thoughts of the demon, his body began to circulate the blood and sun power, and his temperament suddenly changed, becoming more handsome and upright, and his temperament unrestrained.

Song Jing could clearly feel his change, and frowning at him, it seemed that Chu Li had put on his usual clothes and returned home, becoming a chic and beautiful boy in the turbid world.

"Sure enough, weird." Song Jing said: "Since you have practiced the blood-yang magic, do you know its weakness?"

Chu Li shook his head: "It has no weaknesses."

Song Jing hummed, "There is still no weak martial art in the world?"

Even Jing Haishu also has weaknesses and requires too much qualifications. Few successful people can practice in the world, and there will not be many in history. Otherwise, it will not be passed on to them.

Another thing is that Jing Haishu relies too much on the sea. Once he leaves the sea, his power is reduced by half ~ www.readwn.com ~ The remaining martial arts, even the magic tricks, have their own weaknesses. .

Chu Lidao said: "It has a higher level than current martial arts."

The other martial arts are based on refined energy, and then strengthen the god, but it is reversed, to deify the energy, so its internal force is different from the internal force of other martial arts, with a strong spiritual force, stronger.

"No matter how high the level is, there are weaknesses." Song Jing hummed.

Chu Lidao said: "Maybe Shou Yuan is shorter."

It consumes God and is the root of Shou Yuan. The more powerful it is, the less you should do with others. Otherwise, it will be too expensive and uneconomical.

Theoretically, the Blood Yangzong should not have killed yet.

However, the Blood Yangzong has a secret method, which can not only refine Jiuyang beads, but also strengthen his spirit and energy, turn into Shouyuan, and make up for the loss.

Therefore, the blood Yangzong has overcome the weakness of the blood sun magic.

He also knows this secret method, but disdains it.

Song Jing hummed: "Then you don't have to practice this anymore. The original Shou Yuan was short, and I practiced this again. I am afraid that I will not live for a few years. The magical martial arts have many effects. Do the twelve gates have the same effect for you? The key is the integration with the martial arts of Buddhism.

Chu Li slowly shook his head: "Who will let us get in touch with it the most? ... Rest assured, no matter how short my life is, I must first dismantle the demons and die!"

"Well, that's good!" Song Jingbai gave him a glance: "Let's go to Li Feiyu?"

Chu Li's face sank and he nodded slowly.

Song Jing is also dignified.

Chu Lidao said: "It's still light and dark, you don't have to take the initiative to find him, he will come to you."

"Well, the old way." Song Jing nodded.

"... Let's go!" Chu Li slowly said.

The two appeared in the back garden of Tianlefu the next moment, Chu Li silently hidden in the dark, integrated with heaven and earth, difficult to distinguish each other.