Chapter 152 White Mist monk
On the Huqiu Mountain, the golden mysterious spirit power rolled up like a storm. In Mu Yi's body, the three relics were shining with dazzling golden light, especially the relics of the Jialou, which seemed to have low and shallow calls.
"There is such a big reaction between Jialu Relics. It is probably because the ancient temple of Jialu appeared again?" Mu Yi exclaimed in his heart. His spiritual consciousness immediately enveloped him, and the mysterious power in his body merged into the surrounding storm.
Sure enough, in front of Xiao Zong’s tomb, the golden mysterious spirit power continued to rotate and gather there. That place was in Mu Yi’s impression that the ancient temple of Jialou appeared.
Mu Yi and Bai Long flew to that place in an instant, and they felt the mysterious spirit surrounding them pouring into their bodies. At this time, Mu Yi and Bai Long stimulated the relics in their bodies and chanted Buddhist scriptures.
Suddenly, the Tiger Hill Mountain began to shake violently, and Mu Yi's Jialou Relics flew out of his body instantly, emitting dazzling light in the sky.
Immediately, in front of Mu Yi and the others, a huge ancient temple suddenly rose slowly from the ground.
Under the guidance of this relic, the ancient temple of Jialou appeared again. Mu Yi immediately flew to the sky, and he quickly grabbed Jialou Relic.
"White Dragon, open the door of the ancient temple together!" Mu Yi said quickly.
Mu Yi and the others flew to the front of the gate of the ancient temple in an instant. Their right palm condensed the light of relics and quickly hit the gate of the ancient temple.
On both sides of the gate, there were four statues of Shura standing majestic on both sides. Suddenly, the eyes of two of the Shura opened and emitted golden light. The gate of the ancient temple slowly opened, and a vast white space was exposed in front of them.
"Zhang Hu, stay here! Bailong, go with me to find Lingyi!" Mu Yi said quickly. In a blink of an eye, he and Bailong flew into the ancient temple in the same direction.
The figures of Mu Yi and Bai Long quickly disappeared in the white space. Suddenly, the gate of the ancient temple was closed rapidly, and the entire Jialou ancient temple suddenly dimmed.
Zhang Hu clasped his hands with his hands, and he immediately activated the secret technique, opened a formation on the entire Huqiu Mountain, roughly blocking the fluctuations of spiritual power here.
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In the ancient temple of Jialou, Mu Yi and Bai Long appeared in a vast and vast vast land. Although they were very close to each other, they found that the divine thoughts could not be conveyed to each other. It seemed that there was a mysterious force surrounding Mu Yi and Bai Long in this space, which isolated the transmission of their divine thoughts.
"The white fog has changed this time!" Mu Yi said in his heart. At the moment, there was a kind of viscous spiritual power in the white fog around him. In this white fog, Mu Yi was greatly hindered from stimulating spiritual power from his body.
"Sir, someone is hiding around the fluctuations of spiritual power in the white mist!" Bailong said quickly, "Let me dispel these white mists first, and we will go deeper here!"
Bailong said, his hands folded, and a figure of Buddha immediately condensed behind him.
Suddenly, the true energy on Bailong's body suddenly burst out, and his cultivation level instantly changed from a two-star spirit general to a three-star spirit general! The hidden cultivation and luck of Bailong was completely revealed at this moment.
"The soul of the holy martial arts, dispel this white mist!" Bailong shouted quickly. The Buddhist cultivator behind him swept away with a palm in an instant. The white mist rolled around like a wave of water, and the white mist around Mu Yi and Bailong instantly became thinner.
But in an instant, the white mist around us surged again like a wave, drowning Mu Yi and the others again. The white dragon was a little shocked. The white mist seemed to have spiritual consciousness and surrounded them again.
The Buddha's phantom behind the white dragon slashed again, pushing out the white mist around, but it was impossible to dispel the white mist after such repeated recurrence.
However, when the white mist disappeared, Mu Yi's spiritual sense could be transmitted to the distance. Mu Yi immediately shouted, "White Dragon, do your best to retreat to the white mist!"
The white dragon immediately condensed the strongest spiritual power, and the Buddha's shadow behind him increased. The Buddha's shadow immediately slashed across, and the white mist around him was instantly pushed out hundreds of meters away.
In an instant, Mu Yi's spiritual sense quickly passed through the front, and he immediately discovered that there was a wave of spiritual power three hundred meters ahead. A pair of green wings immediately appeared behind Mu Yi.
Mu Yi blew his wings and rushed towards that direction quickly, with the white dragon following closely behind.
In that direction, Mu Yi indeed saw a huge figure. It was a three-meter tall human monk, but his body was like a sculpture condensed from white mist, his whole body was stiff and straight, standing quietly in front of him staring at Mu Yi and the others flying over, with a bitter murderous aura in his eyes.
"If he is a monk, then he should have memory! Fire ape, when we hold him, explore his memory!" Mu Yi said quickly in his heart.
"Mu Yi, this is the ancient temple of Jialou. As a spirit beast, I cannot leave your body and live independently in this ancient temple! I can only use your body to explore his memory!" Behind Mu Yi, the fire ape immediately said.
The huge white sculpture monk suddenly pulled out a shiny long sword from his waist. He exhaled white mist and had a bit of ghostly body. He stared at Mu Yi and the others with his eyes.
The power emitted by this sculpture monk is already as good as a six-star spirit general, and he also exudes a strange power.
Mu Yi and Bai Long immediately inspired the power of the mysterious spirit, and dared not relax at all! In an instant, the sculpture monk immediately rushed towards the Bai Long.
His speed was as fast as a cultivator of the Heavenly Master level. He appeared in front of Bailong in an instant, and his long sword slashed rapidly. Bailong had no time to draw his sword, so his right hand directly transformed into the Vajra arm and blocked it instantly!
The white dragon's body shook, and the slash of the sculpture monk shook into his body. In an instant, the sculpture monk had already shaken behind the white dragon and slashed horizontally again.
"Asura!" Mu Yi suddenly appeared behind the sculpture monk. The phantom of the Buddha behind him immediately slashed over with a palm, knocking the sculpture monk out.
Bailong immediately came to his senses. He didn't expect that the strength of this sculpture monk would be so terrifying.
Although he is only a three-star spirit general, his combat power is no less than that of a six-star monk. He was at a disadvantage in the battle with the sculpture monk just now.
"He is very strong, don't take it lightly!" Mu Yi shouted immediately. Bailong's combat power is not only that, but he underestimated the enemy too much.
The sculpture monk stood up instantly, his eyes locked on Mu Yi, and the murderous aura in his eyes increased again. The sculpture monk grabbed his right hand from the air.
Suddenly, the white mist around Mu Yi rolled up layer by layer, and everything in front of him was completely shrouded in white mist. In this white mist, Mu Yi's spiritual consciousness was also blocked and he could not detect everything around him.
"He can control the white mist, it is indeed related to the white mist here, and he must catch him!" Mu Yi said in his heart. Almost at the same time, the white dragon immediately burst out the light of the relics, and the Buddha behind him quickly cut away the rolling white mist.
At this moment, the sculpture monk indeed appeared behind the white dragon, and his long sword immediately pierced the white dragon on its back.
But the figure of the white dragon suddenly turned into a golden light of inspiration, and the assassination of the sculpture monk was lost, and the white dragon's original body immediately emerged in another place.
"The same trick has no effect on me anymore!" The white dragon condensed a golden sword with his fingers, and waved it quickly, immediately cutting off the arm of the sculpture monk!
The sculpture monk quickly stepped back, and no blood flowed out of the broken arm. The white mist around him rushed into his broken arm in an instant, and the sculpture monk's arm immediately grew back!
The sculpture monk became even more furious. He immediately rushed towards the white dragon, but suddenly Mu Yi had already appeared behind the sculpture monk and slapped the monk with a palm.
Mu Yi's spiritual power tightly bound the monk like a spiritual net, and the sculpture monk could not break free.
In an instant, the fire ape controlled Mu Yi's body. He pressed his finger between the sculptural monk's eyebrows and quickly embraced a divine thought.
At this time, the sculptural monk's eyes dimmed, and as the fire ape's divine consciousness merged into, his body shattered. The fire ape was instantly subjected to a recoil force, and the divine consciousness he integrated into was shattered with the sculpture monk.
"Mu Yi, this person has no spiritual consciousness at all, he has no memory!" The Fire Ape shouted quickly, and he immediately released his control over Mu Yi and retreated to his back.
At that moment just now, the Fire Ape's spiritual consciousness was also severely damaged.
But at this time, Mu Yi felt a strange aura suddenly appear around him.
"There is more than one monk here, there are many around them. They have been attracted!" Mu Yi said quickly. The strange aura was exactly the same as the sculpture monk who had just crushed.
When Bai Long heard the words, he was secretly panicked. He slashed the white mist with his palm, and his spiritual consciousness spread rapidly.
Sure enough, around these, there were sculpture monks flying towards them without panic. Their aura was among the six-star spirit generals, no difference from the monks just now.
"What happened in the ancient temple of Jialou? There was no such change before. What is the origin of these monks?" Mu Yi thought to himself, "Are they trapped in the ancient temple of Jialou and turned into a sculpture monk under the erosion of white mist?"
Mu Yi was secretly shocked in his heart. Such a guess was very likely. If it was really as he guessed, wouldn’t the Lingyi become a sculpture monk like them!
"This is impossible, Ayani won't become like this!" Mu Yi exclaimed in his heart.
The sculpture monks around them gradually approached, with hundreds of them, and the number was increasing on the periphery.
"Don't fight, these monks should be controlled by someone or something, find out the root of the matter first!" Mu Yi said quickly to Bailong.
In the blink of an eye, the monks around him came together. Their strength was the same as the sculpture monks just now. Mu Yi burst out at the fastest speed and quickly passed through the monk's encirclement.
"The Buddha's Six Paths, Thousand-Handed Posara, Asura, Peacock King!"
The phantoms of three Buddhas immediately appeared behind Mu Yi. His wings fluttered and he quickly passed through the hundreds of monks, but he was not in a hurry to escape from this place.
Mu Yi attracted the attention of all monks. At the same time, the shadow of Thousand Hand Posara slashed rapidly around, and the sculpture monks around him rushed towards Mu Yi.
"I can hold them and leave here quickly!" Mu Yi shouted quickly.
Seeing this, Bailong flew away immediately.
Mu Yi's first Buddha phantom immediately slashed across, shook the dozens of monks around him back. But in an instant, another group of monks rushed to Mu Yi.
"Ancient Spirit Sword Technique, Mo Hai!"
The monk quickly slashed towards Mu Yi's body, but found that Mu Yi's body had fogged. In a blink of an eye, Mu Yi had appeared in the sky.
Chapter completed!