Murong Hanqiu said the most chilling words, but his tone was indifferent and his expression was arrogant. It didn't sound like he was trying to harm Liang Yan, but rather he was giving him a gift.
Liang Yan had a gloomy face from the beginning to the end. When Murong Hanqiu said this, he suddenly smiled and said:
"Being able to live forever? That sounds good. It will become a part of the corpse you have trained. From now on, I will no longer have to practice hard. When you attain the Dao, I will be able to live forever with the world."
Murong Hanqiu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he couldn't help but clapped his hands and praised: "I didn't make a mistake, you are indeed different from those ordinary people! Yes, as long as you are willing to obey my orders, I will not let you suffer, and you will be fine in the future.
Share your longevity with me!"
Before she could finish her sentence, she saw Liang Yan on the opposite side suddenly raise his hand, and then three rays of sword light stabbed out quickly, rushing towards her position.
At the same time, Liang Yan himself turned into a streak of gray light and flew away in the opposite direction.
Of course Liang Yan would not be willing to be refined by this woman.
Her opponent is a real cultivator in the Tribulation Realm. There is no way that she can be her opponent. Even if she uses her sword pills, she may not be able to withstand even one move.
The only way out now is the crack that has just been exposed on the wall.
This place is strange and inexplicable, and Liang Yan doesn't know what will happen next moment.
He could only bet that there would be some miracle in the cracks in the wall that would make Murong Hanqiu helpless. Although the possibility was less than one in ten thousand, it was already the only one he could think of to escape and ascend to heaven.
way.
In addition, the possibility of a Jindan realm monk escaping from the ancestor of the Transformation Tribulation realm is almost zero!
The three swords of Purple Thunder Tianyin Sword, Black Lotus Sword and Dingguang Sword came out at once, stirring up layers of sword intent in mid-air, just to distract Murong Hanqiu even for a moment, while Liang Yan himself headed towards him at the fastest speed in his life.
Flying through the cracks in the wall.
"Tsk tsk!"
Murong Hanqiu shook his head gently, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"I thought you were different from others, but I didn't expect you couldn't understand it. Does becoming part of a corpse scare you so much?"
While she was speaking, she waved her right sleeve gently, revealing her white hand, and then she flexed her fingers.
You couldn't see what was happening at all. The three swords in mid-air stopped at the same time, as if the tips of the swords were pressed by life. They kept trembling but could not move forward an inch.
Immediately afterwards, Murong Hanqiu tapped the center of his eyebrows again, and saw a black light shooting out at an extremely fast speed. It came first and caught up with Liang Yan in just an instant.
At this time, Liang Yan had already flown over the medicine garden and was being swept by the black light. His movements instantly slowed down.
At the same time, an unspeakable evil thought came from all directions. Liang Yan's mind was in a trance, and the world seemed to have changed in the blink of an eye.
The surrounding area is no longer a spiritual medicinal garden, but a black quagmire. There are countless corpses and severed limbs in the quagmire, and people are constantly calling for help.
Liang Yan looked down and found that one of them looked familiar. He seemed to be a citizen of Huaiyuan Town. The man was wailing in pain and seemed to be complaining about why he didn't die with them in the first place.
His mind was in a trance, and he subconsciously took a few steps back, but unexpectedly stepped into the quagmire.
Someone reached out from the quagmire and grabbed his right leg. Liang Yan was horrified. When he looked back, he saw a blood-stained cheek.
"Master, it's me, master!" The man holding his right leg shouted desperately: "Master, please don't leave me! After you left, my life in Nanchui was so miserable!"
"Xiong Yue'er?"
Liang Yan recognized the voice and shouted hurriedly: "What's wrong with you? What happened to you in Nanchui?"
The man didn't answer. He just hugged Liang Yan's leg and cried bitterly: "Master, master, I'm so miserable. Come and accompany me, master."
"What's wrong with you? Speak!"
Liang Yan looked anxious and kept slapping at the mire, but those people under the mire were desperately pulling him down until he completely sank into the mire.
At the same time, in the real valley, Liang Yan himself was lying in the air with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Not far away from him, there was a beautiful woman wearing a black silk skirt standing, it was Murong Hanqiu, the ancestor of the Murong family!
The woman looked at Liang Yan, smiled softly at first, and then her expression became serious again.
She pinched the techniques with both hands quickly, and a black light suddenly appeared around her body. This black light directly rolled Liang Yan's body over, and he stood almost face to face with her.
Liang Yan closed his eyes tightly, as if he was fast asleep, but Murong Hanqiu was in high spirits and looked slightly excited.
She opened her red lips slightly, sucked lightly on Liang Yan's cheek, and immediately an extremely thin shadow emerged from Liang Yan's body.
This phantom looks exactly like Liang Yan, except that the left half is cyan and the right half is black. One side is full of vitality, while the other side is withered and decayed.
It seems incredible that such two completely opposite extremes exist in one person at the same time.
"Is this the living dead? It's really mysterious!"
Murong Hanqiu murmured, his eyes became even more excited, and the black energy entangled the two of them again and again, almost touching each other.
But in Liang Yan's sea of consciousness, it was now pitch black.
After he was dragged down into the endless quagmire, he lost control of his body, and his surroundings became like a void of darkness, with no light at all.
"Is this the method used by monks in the Tribulation Realm?"
Liang Yan still retained a trace of clarity in his mind.
He still didn't want to give up, and still tried his best to use the Buddhist "Eight Parts of Evolution" mind method to the extreme. A very weak golden light emerged from the sea of self-consciousness, trying to fight against this endless darkness.
It was this ray of Buddhist golden light that allowed him to maintain a sense of clarity, knowing that he had been attacked at this moment, and that his soul and soul were slowly being withdrawn.
But he has lost control of his body, and this ray of Buddhist golden light is too weak. If he wants to fight against the boundless darkness around him, it is simply impossible to hit an egg against a stone!
Just when he was extremely anxious, a voice suddenly sounded in the sea of consciousness:
"That's not how 'Bodhi Vivid Pure Appearance' is used."
"Who? Who's talking!"
Liang Yan was shocked and shouted hurriedly.
"well"
The voice sighed softly, but said nothing more.
At this moment, Murong Hanqiu's process of extracting soul essence has reached the most critical juncture, and most of Liang Yan's half-green and half-black shadow has been stripped away from his body.
Murong Hanqiu's eyes were full of solemnity, and his movements were cautious. Apparently he didn't want to damage Liang Yan's essence and wanted to absorb it completely.
However, just when she was going all out, there was a flash of void somewhere behind her, and a figure suddenly appeared.
This person arrived without any warning, and his whole body was shrouded in golden light. As soon as he appeared, countless Sanskrit sounds sounded, as if the Buddha had come to the world with his majestic appearance.
His speed was extremely fast, and in just a moment, he was behind Murong Hanqiu, and then he punched her with golden light in his hand!
Murong Hanqiu had just focused all his attention on Liang Yan. He never thought that there was a third person in this small valley!
She is a monk in the realm of transformation and calamity. She has already entered the realm of transformation with magical powers. Even if she is attacked by a sneak attack, she has magical powers that automatically protect her body.
I saw boundless black energy emerging from the top of his head, turning into a ferocious zombie behind him. The nails on his hands were extremely long, like two life-threatening iron hooks, grabbing at the figure in the golden light.
boom!
Just a muffled sound was heard, and the figure in the golden light punched the zombie with condensed black energy, instantly destroying it and turning the entire zombie into powder.
And the punch in the boundless golden light had not lost its momentum and still rushed forward until it struck Murong Hanqiu in the back of the heart.
"puff!"
Murong Hanqiu raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood. Black light suddenly appeared around his body, flashing again and again, and the whole person suddenly disappeared on the spot.
And when the figure in the golden light was illuminated by the black light, he groaned and quickly retreated dozens of feet back. It seemed that he had suffered a big secret loss!
Although Liang Yan was controlled by Murong Hanqiu using secret techniques, and his consciousness fell into a boundless quagmire, the moment this person attacked and injured Murong Hanqiu, he was already awake, but his body was still unable to move.
Like Murong Hanqiu, he was also extremely shocked, not because this person succeeded in the sneak attack, but because someone just mentioned the five words "Bodhi Bright Pure Appearance" in his mind!
Liang Yan fell to the ground. Although his body could not move, his eyes kept turning, desperately looking towards the location of the attacker.
At this time, the golden light on the man's body had gradually dissipated, revealing the figure inside. He was short, with a pockmarked face and a pair of inverted triangular eyes. It was Lin Rui, the worshiper of the Wang family who had once attacked him!
"Why is it him!"
Liang Yan was extremely surprised. In his impression, this man was only obedient and seemed to dare not disobey the two elders of the Wang family. He didn't expect that he would hide it so deeply!
Lin Rui's left hand was now behind his back, and his right hand was slightly raised. There was no flesh and blood left on the raised hand, only white bones, which looked weird and terrifying.
However, there was no strange color on Lin Rui's face. He just snorted coldly and said:
"Zombie Divine Light? Humph!"
Following his cold snort, golden light suddenly burst out from his right hand, countless Sanskrit sounds sounded, and his flesh and blood were reborn at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But in the blink of an eye, an intact arm reappeared.
At the same time, on the other side of the medicine garden, Murong Hanqiu's figure reappeared.
She took Lin Rui's punch, but she didn't see any injuries at the moment, except that her face was slightly pale, which added to her iceberg temperament.
"Okay, the mantis is chasing the cicada, and the oriole is behind. I didn't expect that I, Murong Hanqiu, would miss the mark sometimes! Which Buddha is your Excellency? Can you tell me its name?"
"Hahaha!"
Lin Rui laughed loudly at this time, and the brilliance around him changed. His figure gradually grew taller, and his appearance also changed. In just a few breaths, the extremely wretched man with inverted triangular eyes had disappeared without a trace.
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The figure that reappeared in the light was a monk!
This monk is nine feet tall, handsome and handsome. He is dressed in moon-white monk robes. His eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky, and as clear as the clear springs in the cold valley. People can only take one look at it and fall into it unconsciously.
There is also a string of rosary beads hanging on his neck. Each rosary is about the size of a baby's fist, a total of eighteen beads. They are strung together with a gold thread and look completely different from ordinary beads.
"Amitabha!"
The monk whispered the Buddha's name, clasped his hands together, and slowly said: "I am just a fallen leaf in the turbulent world, a speck of dust in the endless sea. It's okay not to say the name of the Dharma!"
"Hmph! Hiding your head and showing your tail, if you have the guts to sneak up on me, why don't you dare to tell me your name!"
Murong Hanqiu snorted coldly and said: "I can make a rough guess even if you don't tell me. There are only a dozen Buddhist monks in Antarctic Immortal Continent who can enter the realm of transformation, and most of them are in Luo Tian Sect. And what you just used
The magical power is definitely not from the Luo Tian Sect, nor is it from the people I know, could it be."
When Murong Hanqiu said this, he suddenly fell silent again, as if he had thought of something, and he looked thoughtful.
"Haha, why is the donor so persistent? Since you insist on knowing the name of the poor monk, why not just call me 'Wugesheng'!"
"Rootless?" Murong Hanqiu raised his brows slightly, and suddenly smiled: "Do you think you are a lost dog?"
"Yes, yes! The poor monk has been wandering for half his life. He is indeed a 'lost dog'. It is true as the donor said!" The monk in white clapped his hands and smiled.
"you!"
Murong Hanqiu was not good at arguing, and the monk in white was so slippery that she couldn't figure out the other person's details for a while.
At this time, another heart-wrenching pain came from the back of her heart, making Murong Hanqiu's face even paler. Although she suppressed the injuries in her body with her extremely powerful skills, the punch the monk had just delivered should not be underestimated.
Until now, the Buddhist fist energy was still flowing in the meridians in her body, turning into countless small streams, churning through her body and causing constant chaos.
If it were normal times, she would just have to sit cross-legged and do the exercises on the spot for half a cup of tea to force these punches out of the body, but at this time it was absolutely impossible.
Although the monk in white looks very casual on the surface, even standing there chatting and laughing, in fact all of her energy is locked by this person. As long as she makes the slightest move, she will immediately give the other party an opportunity to take advantage of her!
However, one thing that is fortunate is that although he was hit by a punch, he also used the "Zombie Divine Light" to fight back at the critical moment.
The "divine light that transforms corpses" is extremely sinister. Even though the monk in white had just lost his limbs and regenerated them, it was only on the surface. The real "divine light that transformed corpses" had already sneaked into the meridians, constantly eating away at this person's vitality.
The monk had obviously discovered this. The reason why he didn't take action immediately and still stood there talking to her was because he also wanted to use his kung fu to suppress the injuries in his body.
The two of them maintained a delicate balance for a while. No one was willing to take action first. At this time, they heard the monk in white chuckle and say:
"Does the donor know when he was being plotted against?"