Behind Zhaoyang, six or seven more figures came slowly, but they were limping and obviously injured.
The first one complained: "I just say that the friendship between the seven of us wearing a pair of pants must be done together, without any one of us."
"Can't you wait any longer for Lao Qi? If you have to take action, if you have to take action, then someone will do it to you."
Bai Jun covered his face, lowered his head and said nothing.
Alas, I lost, I lost completely.
He was also pushed to the ground and rubbed.
"I won't dare to do it next time. I have to wait until seven people are here before taking action."
"Ahem, that's right.
I, the Seven Canglang Sons, rely on the strength of many people to survive in the world. If one of them is missing, they will lack the essence and will not be able to display their strength."
Several people sighed and secretly regretted it.
At that time, there were only six of the Canglang Seven Sons in the bamboo forest, but Dian Cang Hong Tu was already in ruins, and there would be no one left if they continued.
Finally unable to hold on any longer, Bai Jun took the lead and rushed out. Unexpectedly, the monk in the interior scene was so powerful.
Three punches and two kicks, and all six people stopped.
Fortunately, the Shushan sect was not an evil heretic, so Zhaoyang did not kill them. After venting his anger, he let them go.
They searched everywhere and finally found the bamboo shoots.
Ding Yong walked at the front and said: "Ahead is the Duangwang Gorge."
"After you leave Duiwang Gorge, you'll reach Nv'er Village."
"When the time comes, the friendship between the seven of us wearing a pair of pants, hehehehe."
Hum hum hum~
Hearing the sound, Ding Yong was startled, and the people behind him also looked at each other.
This is really a narrow road between enemies.
They saw the turtle grandson arching wildly on the ground, and on its back was Shushan disciple Zhaoyang who had just beaten them up.
Ding Yong kept his feet steady and whispered: "Hey, the seventh brother hasn't come yet, let him go first."
"It's true, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge within ten years."
"The Seventh Son went on an expedition, but not a blade of grass grew. Today is a good day for him!"
"Hey, I, Canglang's seven sons, can't live without any one of them in our journey."
When Zhaoyang heard the movement behind him, he snorted coldly, and the six Canglang disciples immediately did not dare to brag.
On the other hand, Hongtu from the Diancang sect said with some reluctance:
"Oh, what a pity that wild boar is, it's quite comfortable to ride on."
Hearing this, Zhaoyang seemed to have the same feeling: It was indeed very comfortable.
But if this pig humps me once, I will ride it for a hundred years, which is fair.
At this time, look towards the mouth of the gorge.
Away from the dust, He Cangwu stands facing each other.
The true meaning of Dragon Elephant, the sound of thunder is rolling, and the fighting spirit is fierce when facing the ghost king Ning Gang.
Everyone was immediately surprised: "This little monk actually understood the true meaning of the technique!"
The exercises in the world are all reflected by the way of heaven, and they are realized by people, and they are formed by chance and fate.
Every martial art has its essence since its birth.
It is actually a reflection of the Three Thousand Great Ways, gathering the true meaning of the mysteries of the world.
However, the power depends on nature, and the true meaning is hard to find.
The true meaning is elusive, elusive, and independent of the realm of practice. Even a person who practices asceticism can hardly realize it even if he spends his whole life.
Regardless of the realm, only those who fully conform to the characteristics of the technique can find traces of the true meaning.
A sage once said that the true meaning is the embryonic form of supernatural power. Once you understand the true meaning, you will surely become a supernatural power.
At this time, Hongtu of the Diancang sect sighed: "You are worthy of being a monk of Shasheng Temple."
He had met Li Chen and Li Sao before in Chaofeng Tower, and later he learned from the second young master that they were from Susheng Temple.
It was also for this reason that he summoned the seven Canglang disciples overnight to come to help.
It is a pity that the second young master has disappeared since entering the bamboo forest, and has not yet made acquaintance with the seven Canglang sons.
"Sashoji Temple?"
Zhaoyang, who was sitting on the wild boar, was stunned.
The Shasheng Temple has the inheritance of Ancestor Styx and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It was once the existence that made heroes from all over the world, eight wastelands, nine states, and all over the world bow down.
It's just that the legend of the Sasho Temple is bloodthirsty and cruel, but this young monk's true energy and moves seem to be true to Zen Buddhism. No one would have thought that he actually came from the Sasho Temple.
"Although Sesshoji Temple has fallen out of favor in recent years, it still seems that it cannot be underestimated."
"Hey, no matter how strong the little monk is, what can he do?
He Cangwu, the genius of the Ghost Sect and the Messenger of the Ghost Crow, also has a place on the Golden Scale List."
"He's just a little monk with some luck, so there's no need to make a fuss."
"That's right, in front of my Canglang Seventh Son, it's far behind."
"Hey, the Seventh Son went to war and not a blade of grass grew!"
"The interior scene is exactly the same!"
"Ahem, the number of people is not complete, so we will keep a low profile for the time being."
…
Li Chen was always on guard against He Cangwu's attacks.
In his mind, he counted in detail the innate monks he had fought against.
The Blood Dragon King and the five generals of the Blood Sea were restrained by the Red Lotus Karma Fire due to the blood evil Ning Gang.
Li Shen's White Snake Ning Gang was restrained by Li Chen's magical power Thousand Hands.
It's just that this time He Cangwu is obviously more difficult to deal with.
Although he knew the true meaning of his palm technique was to restrain the ghost king's energy, the other party seemed to be wary of him.
As soon as he raised his hand, he used the ghost shadow body technique to get out of the way, and then continued to suppress it with the ghost claw, not giving Li Chen any chance to take advantage of it.
The two attacked each other and were afraid of each other.
Whether it is the phantom of the dragon elephant in the "Dragon and Elephant Prajna Sutra", the rolling thunder of the "Hundred Eight Worries", or the fettering Buddha's light.
In fact, they are all the true meaning of the exercises that monks have been searching for.
Once the true meaning is revealed, the skills will naturally be different.
For example, the true meaning of the dragon elephant comes with the ability to ‘knock away’, and the thunderous sound comes with the ability to ‘ward off evil spirits’.
He Cangwu's evil ghost Ning Gang is a mixture of the innate true energy and the evil ghost ghost king from the most yin place in the world.
In the Golden Scale Ranking, Ghost King Ninggang is ranked seventy-three.
Known as 'Nine Netherworld Xuanming Qi, it once taught hundreds of ghosts to cry.'
After several fights, He Cangwu has sensed the evil-warming meaning in Lichen's palm technique.
He happens to be the nemesis of his own ghost king Ning Gang.
So I secretly made up my mind to get rid of the little monk in front of me, otherwise it will become a big problem in the future.
Thinking of this, He Cangwu's face hardened, and his whole body was filled with turbulent aura and ghostly aura.
In the blink of an eye, it condensed into the shape of a ghost king.
The ghost king has a green face and fangs, one horn and three eyes. He is good at using ghost claws. If he opens his mouth, he will cry for ghosts.
The sound of crying reached my ears, and my soul was gone.
Woo~
Under the gaze of everyone, the One-Horned Ghost King opened his mouth.
Suddenly, a dark wind sprang up, and ghosts cried coldly.
Li Chen felt that his eyes suddenly turned into an abyss, and his whole body felt chilly.
The cries of ghosts are desolate and make people's hearts broken.
Thousands of horrors are before our eyes.
This method is similar to the Zen sound technique of Sesshoji Temple.
They are all carried by sound waves, inducing fear in the mind.
Many monks retreated one after another. Some of them who couldn't escape were disturbed by the ghost's cries. They immediately held their heads in their hands with a look of terror on their faces.
Shushan Zhaoyang sat on the turtle grandson and said secretly: "What a man who 'taught hundreds of ghosts to cry', he really has the appearance of a ghost."
After saying that, he just raised his hand and a star lit up above his head.
The wonders inside, Beidou Tianshu!
The starlight shines down, and hundreds of feet are covered with dust.
The ghost's cry has ceased.
Many monks hurriedly hid in the starlight and thanked Zhaoyang profusely.