Everyone covered their heads and screamed, their orifices bleeding, it was extremely tragic, but they were all top masters. Although they were so miserable and fell to the ground one after another, they did not faint or die.
Just rolling around, enduring rare attacks.
Fakong knew that this was a sound-killing technique. This was the real dragon roar, and its lethality was astonishing.
Only Xu Qingluo stood firmly, a faint soft light enveloped her, and she was not hurt by the dragon's roar.
This is the power of the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra.
Fakong just smiled when a white light suddenly hit Xu Qingluo's heart. Xu Qingluo was facing the dragon with all her strength and had no time to look away. She was shot in front of her eyes. She covered her heart in disbelief and turned towards a young man.
Fakong's eyes suddenly opened wide, trying to see the young man's appearance clearly, but the young man's face was blurry and he couldn't see clearly.
Fakong's eyes suddenly burst out with golden light.
Monk Yuande quickly closed his eyes and turned away.
Even so, I still felt that my eyes were burning, and the pain was unbearable, as if hot water had been poured into it.
Tears flowed down, oozing out from the closed eyelids in an endless stream.
Fakong used his golden eyes with all his strength to see clearly the face of this young man. He was actually Zhou Shaorong, a master of Dayun Wuchang Sword Sect.
The golden light in Fakong's eyes slowly converged, completely returning to the depths of his pupils, and the depth also slowly converged back.
His eyes returned to normal, thoughtful.
He turned to look at Monk Yuande, and found that Monk Yuande was closing his eyes, with tears streaming down his face, and couldn't help but laugh.
Monk Yuande tried hard to open his eyes, but they were blurred and his eyelids were as heavy as weight.
Fakong thought in his mind, and a rejuvenation mantra and a pure heart mantra fell at the same time.
Monk Yuande breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
His eyes were as red as rabbits.
"Master, you..." He shook his head helplessly.
Fakong smiled and said: "It's funny, is it better?"
"Finally, I closed my eyes fairly quickly." Monk Yuande said, "I wasn't seriously injured. If I look any further, I might be blind."
Fakong said: "I was anxious just now."
When Xu Qingluo was killed, he was furious and activated Jin Jing with all his strength.
Normally, he would hardly activate the golden eyes with all his strength. He only needs to activate them a little bit. He really didn't know that the golden eyes can do so much damage to human eyes.
"How good will the situation be in the future?" The blood in Monk Yuande's eyes slowly faded and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he stared at Fukong and asked.
Fakong slowly shook his head.
Monk Yuande frowned: "It won't work even if I sacrifice my life?"
Fakong shook his head: "Both sides will suffer."
Monk Yuande's face was solemn and he said slowly: "Both sides will suffer... Could it be that everyone is destroyed?"
Fakong said: "That's it. The dragon's roar is so powerful that it's very difficult to resist. The dragon's physical body is powerful and it's also very difficult to resist."
He looked up into the void.
How can we withstand the physical power of the dragon?
It seems that we have to change the formation, not only the Gangqi, but also the power must be integrated, even if it cannot be condensed, it must be dispersed.
He thought of the body armor from his previous life.
Disperse the power of the dragon, and turn one point into hundreds of points. After the power is dispersed, it will not be so powerful.
There is also the dragon roar, how can we stop it?
As long as you are prepared, you can block it with the sword formation. The key is that the formation was broken before, but then you couldn't withstand the dragon's roar.
Monk Yuande raised his sword eyebrows.
He didn't expect that burning himself would not subdue the dragon, and he would still die together. What if he didn't burn himself? He would still die after all.
It seems that I made the right move.
"Are you really willing to abandon everything in front of you?" Fakong looked at Monk Yuande seriously: "The position of national master is right before our eyes."
Monk Yuande shook his head and said, "It's too late for me to reincarnate again."
Fakong said: "If you are reincarnated again..."
His eyes became dark again.
Monk Yuande looked at him with a smile.
After a moment, Fa Kong nodded thoughtfully and smiled: "So your method of reincarnation has been accomplished."
Even if Monk Yuande was reincarnated, he would soon return to the sect of the Great Myoulian Temple.
However, because he directly solved the mystery of the womb and could speak and move freely after one year old, he came to the Great Myoulian Temple by himself and rejoined the old monk Benyin of the Great Myoulian Temple.
After the age of twenty, your cultivation will be restored and you will be even better than before.
In this life, monk Yuan De was found by old monk Ben Yin using secret methods. He came to help him solve the mystery of the womb.
In the next life, it is not necessary for the old monk to use the secret method to solve the mystery in the womb. Obviously, the method of reincarnation has achieved success.
After the method of reincarnation is achieved, it means that he can break the mystery in the womb and continue reincarnation in all subsequent lives.
This can be regarded as another kind of immortality.
"I really want to congratulate you, Master." Fakong said with emotion, "This will last endless lifetimes."
Monk Yuande said: "If you don't succeed in this life, you can practice again in the next life. As long as you don't retreat and your soul is gone, you can continue to practice."
Fakong nodded and said, "Congratulations."
"It also depends on your help, master." Monk Yuande shook his head and said, "It happened by chance."
As soon as the opportunity came, and with a flash of inspiration, he took the final step and achieved the method of reincarnation, which is a natural achievement.
And this opportunity is because of Dharma Kong.
Without Fa Kong, it would be difficult for me to take this last step, which is also the most difficult step.
Throughout the ages, I am probably the only one who has mastered this secret technique.
Fakong said: "Is this considered immortality?"
Monk Yuande pondered and shook his head: "I don't know what I will look like in the next life."
Fakong smiled and said: "In your next life, you will have thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a thin stature. You will be very different from your current appearance."
Monk Yuande smiled.
The physical body is just a skin, and there is no need to pay too much attention to the treasure raft used to cross the river to the other side.
Fakong said: "This skin of yours is rare, so you should cherish it and don't throw it away."
This method of reincarnation still has flaws.
If someone has evil intentions and is keeping an eye on him, it is not difficult to kill him before he recovers his cultivation.
After doing this three times, I'm afraid it's time to retreat.
Once you retreat and are covered by the mystery in the womb, you may fall into reincarnation and it will be difficult to escape.
Fakong shook his head, it was better to pursue his own golden body.
Monk Yuande said: "If you don't give up, I'm afraid..."
"I'll think of another way." Fakong closed his eyes.
In his mind, the Kalachakra Tower lit up, and he entered the Kalachakra Tower. His body and mind were in a special state, he was so focused that he forgot himself, and he studied for two years in one go.
Monk Yuande said: "Is there any other way?"
Fakong opened his eyes and saw that he was already two years later. He frowned and muttered: "The sword formation needs to be modified."
Monk Yuande asked: "How to change it?"
"Let's go and try." Fakong said.
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"Master..." Hu Houqing said.
The two of them were standing on the top of a mountain, and the sea wind was howling.
There was a big storm on the sea, and the rocks around the island were beaten by huge waves.
"Your Majesty," Fakong said, "Do you know Zhou Shaorong of the Wuchang Sword Sect?"
"Zhou Shaorong..." Hu Houqing thought for a while and shook his head: "He seems to rarely go out and has little reputation."
A person who is usually quiet and secretive should be a person who pursues a hidden path, does not like fame and wealth, or has greater ambitions and wants to make a name for himself.
Fakong nodded.
Hu Houqing asked: "Master, ask about him. What's wrong with him?"
Nearly a thousand top masters asked him alone without asking others. Obviously it was not without reason, there must be a special reason.
Fakong said: "There is indeed something wrong with this Zhou Shaorong. He is a secret spy from another sect."
"Which one?"
"Yuanling Sect." Fakong said, "Does the prince know about this sect?"
Hu Houqing's face changed slightly.
Fakong smiled and said, "It seems that the prince knows."
Hu Houqing said solemnly: "As for Yuanling Sect, it is indeed a bit troublesome... Yuanling Sect is an evil sect, and the evil among evils makes it difficult to guard against."
Fakong looked like he was asking for advice.
Hu Houqing said: "The most powerful thing about the Yuanling Sect is the Yuanling Spirit Art, which can lurk in someone's spirit, slowly devour it, and eventually replace it. The spirit is unaware of it, which is extremely terrifying! ... They have been captured.
Those who destroy a sect will be attacked by all the sects in the world."
Fakong said: "The key is to have the imperial court take the lead, right?"
Hu Houqing said: "My father issued a pursuit order, and all the sects jointly encircled and killed him... There was no fish that slipped through the net at that time. Everyone knows that if one escapes, there will be endless troubles."
Fakong sighed: "He is a fish that slipped through the net, and he should not have been sent by Yuan Lingzhi. He was originally a disciple of Yuan Ling Sect."
Hu Houqing's face was solemn.
The Yuanling Sect and my father were extremely afraid of it, but they didn't expect that something had slipped through the net, and it had been extinct for more than thirty years.
In the past thirty years, has Zhou Shaorong used the Yuanling Spirit Art? How many people have suffered from it?
More importantly, he is already the top master of the Wuchang Sword Sect, so how many members of the Wuchang Sword Sect have become his spiritual hosts?
If there are many souls sent, even to the master of the Wuchang Sword Sect, then...
If that's the case, that's terrible!
Caught off guard, several elders and the sect leader of the Wuchang Sword Sect suddenly launched an attack. Can your father stop them?
When he thought of this, his face became as dark as water.
Fakong said: "Is there a threshold for using the Yuan Ling Ji Shen Jue? There is always a limit. It cannot be used casually, and it can be successful casually. No one can stop it, right?"
"It is said that it depends on the strength of the spiritual power." Hu Houqing said solemnly: "If the gap in spiritual power is too large, there is no way to succeed."
Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "The stronger his cultivation level, the stronger his spirit. There should be nothing he can do against his father."
It would be a disaster if he used the Yuan Ling Shen Jue directly against his father. Wouldn't the whole Dayun belong to the Yuan Ling Sect?
Fakong nodded: "His current cultivation level is strong enough. There are probably not many people in the Wuchang Sword Sect who can stop him."
Hu Houqing's face turned gloomy again.
Fakong said: "We need to see how many people are controlled by him."
As he spoke, his eyes became dark again, then a faint golden light flashed, and he said softly: "Don't look into my eyes."
Hu Houqing quickly looked away.
Fa Kong sighed secretly.
No wonder it takes all the power of the Golden Eyes to do it. It’s really Zhou Shaorong’s mind that is weird and wonderful.
There is an invisible force on him, blocking the prying eyes of external forces.
If Jin Qing hadn't been strong enough and combined with the clairvoyance, he wouldn't have been able to break through his power.
Hu Houqing's face was solemn.
The Wuchang Sword Sect may be in danger but not in good luck.