(There are many things to do during the New Year, so try to ensure two updates of swimming fish, but the update time cannot be fixed. Sorry to the brothers who have always supported swimming fish!)

Tang Cheng (original body) flapped his wings and flew, and everything on the earth flew past his feet like light and shadow, leaving no trace in his pupils.

The wind flew across his wings and became extremely violent. The white clouds seemed to be slashed by a long sword, leaving straight scratches in the air. After leaving Kunlun, Tangcheng rushed straight to the South China Sea without any delay.

Kunlun is far away from the South China Sea. Before Tangcheng advances to the soul, it takes a full seven days to rush to the South China Sea. Now, Tangcheng is enough to shorten this time several times.

Galloping in the vast sky, nothing can stop it in front of you, a surging passion in your heart. The so-called water hits three thousand miles and sways up to ninety thousand miles is nothing more than that.

Although the world is big, what can stop yourself?

Just as he thought of this, Tang Cheng thought of Zhen Yao's experience and the attack on the South China Sea. Since Tang Cheng began to practice, he has rarely encountered peace and contentment. It seems that he has to experience all the great changes in the world.

If Tangcheng hadn't had good luck, he would have been buried in the yellow sand and would have died without a place to die.

I am a monk. What I want is immortality, what I want is transcendence, what I want is freedom. Why do I have murderous intent everywhere I go, and there is competition everywhere?

Why?

Suddenly, a violent feeling rose in Tang Cheng's heart. The emotion came from strange things, not knowing where it came from or where it ended, but the intent of murderous intent rose into the sky and went straight into the Nine Heavens Glorious Wind.

Tangcheng roared wildly:

One day, I want this sky to be unable to bind my wings, I want this cloud to be unable to block my sight, and I want this fate to be fully arranged by my arrangements.

At this moment, Tang Cheng suddenly realized a shocking momentum erupting from a distance, as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to be destroyed. Tang Cheng's heart was trembling.

This power can easily destroy Tangcheng. What a terrifying power!

Tang Chengyou's wings suddenly rushed down the clouds and rushed towards the powerful place. The more he was afraid, the more he faced it. This was the passion of facing life and death.

For a monk who aims to live forever, turning around and escaping is the best way to do it in the face of fatal danger, but Tang Cheng just made the vow in his heart, which made him feel in a state of great excitement at this moment, and he was reluctant to retreat.

When the first day of Chu saw the mountain surrounded by clouds, like a huge and boundless spirit vulture, Tang Cheng was stunned, and then his heart felt like he was trapped in the abyss, cold and without any temperature.

"It's Lingjiu Mountain and Nalanda Temple." Tang Cheng murmured to himself

Whether you love or hate Nalanda Temple, the monks in Middle Earth cannot deny the role of Nalanda Temple as a Dinghai Scientific Needle. Nalanda Temple maintains the scale of twenty or thirty Yuanshen monks all year round, suppresses other sects in Middle Earth, and maintains an inherent pattern.

But now, someone came to stroke the beard of Nalanda Temple. If it weren't for the ignorant being fearless, then he would have the confidence to win. His pale face showed a trace of abnormal flushing, and Tang Cheng whispered: "Is the demon clan so powerful that he can win in the face of Nalanda Temple?"

If the demon clan is really so powerful, Tang Cheng doesn't need to investigate. He will go back to Kunwu Jianzhai directly, and the power of the entire sect will just go to Dongsheng Shenzhou.

"When someone goes to see what's going on!" Tang Cheng grinned and flapped his wings and rushed forward.

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Before the gate of Nalanda Temple, the thousands of stone steps were extremely lonely, and few people climbed here. At this moment, a man was leisurely climbing up the steps, and his black robe was clamoring under the blowing wind. Clouds were flying like chaotic catkins, wrapping around his black robe, soaking his hair.

The black hair flew, covering most of his face. From the corner that was revealed between his hair, it can be seen that this person was incredibly handsome and not like a human being, but like a monster.

From the gap in the messy hair, it can be seen that his eyebrows are coming into his temples, and his golden pupils are like the scorching sun shining.

However, all this is just a manifestation. He himself did not have the momentum that a practitioner should have, and he was like an ordinary mortal farmer. However, Nalanda Temple was thousands of feet high, and ordinary people were already breathless when they arrived here, but he seemed to be walking in his back garden.

One step after another, even though the stone steps are high, there will be an end.

The man took the last step and easily stepped onto the flat stone platform in front of the stone gate of Nalanda Temple. The ground was as smooth as a mirror. The man combed his hair with his hands, revealing his deep face as carved as marble.

His forehead was raised high, his eyes were deep, his nose was straight, his lips were as thin as a blade, and his eyes looked around, as if he was in the world. Although he did not have the momentum that a practitioner should have, the two wise monks from Nalanda Temple were trembling in front of him and even his words were not coherent.

"Disciple, distinguished guests come to our Nalanda Temple. What's the point?" At this moment, the two seemed to have returned to their childhood that had not yet practiced, facing the extremely terrifying and powerless feeling of eyeing the tiger.

The man did not speak. He raised his head and squinted his eyes at the towering plaque of Nalanda Temple. The triple-shaped stone plaque was thirty zhang wide and five zhang high. On the middle part was Nalanda Temple written in Tadpole. After hundreds of thousands of years of wind and rain, this stone plaque was filled with traces of time.

"Naranta Temple. The world has changed and a hundred years of preparation is just for today." This man murmured to himself, his face full of complex expressions. Then, the man grinned at the two monks, brushed his sleeves out, and the monks' eyes suddenly became dull, followed by black smoke from their seven orifices, and their flesh and blood withered down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a dark skeleton.

"Wu Tian comes to worship the mountain!" The sound was like thunder, resounding for hundreds of miles. The man in black robe flipped his palm and a dark spear appeared in his hand. At the moment when the long spear appeared, the sky was dark, and all the light around him was swallowed by the spear.

The light twisted, and Wutian Junwei's figure turned strange like a demon. The long spear slashed forward, and the ripples in the void were rippling. The plaque of the mountain gate of Nalanda Temple collapsed and broke into stones the size of a fist, which was extremely neat.

Since the establishment of the mountain gate of Nalanda Temple, no one has dared to make such an attack. This means that the power is incompatible. The heavens stand in the sword, like a godly general who descends to earth.

Nalanda Temple has been quiet for too long, and when it was provoked, it was impossible to react immediately. When some monks walked out of the mountain gate to observe, they found that the plaque on the mountain gate had been smashed to pieces.

"Ahhh!" The pale face and shocking scream made the front yard of Nalanda Temple mess up. Wutian stood with a smile, but after the smile turned around by the light, it was extremely strange and ferocious as if it was as devilish.

After a while, the panicked monks finally saw the two skeletons standing proudly on the ground.

"It's him, this demon, let's save him!"

Seventeen and eighteen monks each used their magic, and in an instant, golden light flew around. Some of them captured one innate energy and transformed into a giant palm to slap them in the air; some used the ring sword, and the cold sword energy broke through the air; some used the sword energy, and the sword energy was sharp and swirled and strangled. Although these monks were large in number, they had no cooperation with each other, and even the sword energy and sword energy collided with each other in the air and disappeared.

Wu Tian wanted to laugh, shook his head slightly, and whispered: "It's such a group of guys who drove my ancestors out of Middle Earth, it's really incredible!"

After saying that, Wutian raised his legs and took a leisurely step. He moved his body and pulled up a series of afterimages behind him. The long spear swept, and the monks had no one in one round, and they swung ten times and turned into ashes with a blink of an eye.

Several of these monks have formed relics and achieved the Arhat fruit position, but under the long spear, they are fragile like babies, and they cannot be stinged lightly for decades of hard practice.
Chapter completed!