You must know that in the past twenty years, there has been no case of the death of a grand master. Once you step into the realm of a grand master, you will almost never be killed or die violently.
One is that great masters rarely fight against each other, and most of them are used to intimidate.
The Grand Master will not take action until the critical moment.
Grand masters are often people who have understood life well and don't want to fight anymore. After all, they have finally reached a grand master and it's time to enjoy the beauty of life, so there is no need to fight and kill again.
The two are the great master's vitality.
It is also difficult to kill each other in a fight.
Even those who can kill the opponent will often not kill him. Once the opponent tries to fight, the power of dying together is too strong.
This time Chenghai Dao was determined to kill a great master of the Snow Mountain Sect. He made this decision after several considerations and weighings.
The purpose is to promote the majesty of Chenghaidao, revive the prestige of Chenghaidao within the Demon Sect, and then show the strength of Chenghaidao so that the court and the world can see how powerful Chenghaidao is.
Mei Sanbian was the elder of Chenghaidao. If he was killed like this and remained indifferent, swallowing his anger, where would the majesty of Chenghaidao be?
The Chenghai Road of today is no longer the Chenghai Road of the past, and we will no longer suffer from this cowardice.
Seeing their fellow great masters fall in front of them, they still had an unreal feeling, an unreal feeling caused by breaking the rules.
One of the old men suddenly shouted in a deep voice: "Let's go!"
"Huh?" The other old man was surprised, then fell silent, looked at the monk Huiling who rushed over, and nodded with difficulty: "Hmm."
The movement skills of the two men suddenly became erratic. Facing the rushing monk Huiling, they floated away lightly, and then rushed towards Master Murong who fell to the ground.
"Uncle, uncle, leave the body!" Fakong's voice suddenly rang in the minds of monks Huiling and Zhiyuan.
They rushed forward without hesitation and stood in front of Master Murong.
The two men's secret techniques have been activated, and their cultivation levels have skyrocketed at extremely fast speeds.
The two old men gritted their teeth and activated the secret technique.
Master Murong's body must not fall into the hands of the Snow Mountain Sect. Otherwise, where would the majesty of Chenghai Dao be?
"Humph, you're looking for death!" Monk Huiling's gray robes fluttered. He couldn't control his soaring cultivation, and his energy began to leak out.
His proud little eyes narrowed: "If you don't cherish the chance to escape, then you will die!"
He is in high spirits now.
I finally killed Master Murong, and I did it myself. I felt really proud and happy as I cleared away the barriers that I had held in my chest for many years.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The muffled sound was like thunder.
The wind howled, flying sand and rocks.
The moves of the two old men are simple, but their power is strange. Like the undercurrent in the sea, several waves of power surge at the same time, fully displaying the characteristics of Chenghai Dao's martial arts.
But the martial arts of Vajra Temple are not bad either. The Great Vajra Palm is extremely strong and pure, and it can withstand their strange palm power.
Feitian Temple's martial arts are the most important and pure, and they are least afraid of this kind of strange and changing martial arts, but are most afraid of pure martial arts like King Kong Temple.
Lin Feiyang's eyes shone.
This scene was really exciting and exciting, not as ugly as Monk Huiling and Master Murong.
Fa Kong was three miles away, watching with his mind's eye, shaking his head secretly.
It seems we can't keep these two old guys.
They were also seriously injured, and their cultivation was slightly inferior to Master Murong's, but they were cautious enough and did not get angry and recklessly seek revenge because of Master Murong's death. They would rather take a step back than exchange injuries for injuries.
They will never fight to the end, they are stalling for time, waiting for other first-level masters from Chenghai Road to arrive.
"Amitabha!" Fakong appeared in front of Master Murong the next moment. Heshi announced the Buddha's name with a look of compassion on his face: "Donor Murong, rest in peace."
As he spoke, he formed a seal with his left palm, raised his right palm, and shot out a ray of white light onto Master Murong.
"Stop!" the two old men roared.
Fakong looked at them calmly and said warmly: "The poor monk's great light spell can transcend the soul and prevent him from falling into the animal realm... Donor Murong is a great master after all, so the great light spell is the poor monk's wish."
As he spoke, Master Murong's soul had already risen.
People's eyes were attracted to him.
The villain transformed from Master Murong's soul is no different from ordinary people, and the soul of the great master who clearly understands his true nature is just a small person of light.
It is neither brighter nor solider than normal people's.
Xiao Guangren looked at Fa Kong calmly, nodded slightly, and then turned into a white light and soared into the sky, reaching straight into the sky.
At this time, the twilight was dim, and this white light was like a lightsaber piercing the sky.
"Amitabha!" Fa Kongheshi announced the Buddha's name.
His mind was empty, and a snow-white bead was suspended in front of Medicine Buddha's eyebrows, but it had not floated into the red mole between Medicine Buddha's eyebrows.
This is Master Murong's memory.
It seems that there is a difference between the souls of first-class masters and normal people. The difference is not external, but internal.
This memory of Master Murong has a unique power that resists entering into Medicine Buddha's eyebrows and floats quietly in his mind.
He cannot obtain Master Murong's memory and experience for the time being.
He encouraged monks Huiling and Zhiyuan to fight back, partly to give Chenghai Dao a stern warning for his arrogance.
He actually wanted to kill himself. Apparently he had forgotten how powerful the Snow Mountain Sect was and was a little carried away.
Half of it was for Master Murong’s experience.
The training experience of a first-level master is too precious to him.
Now at least the goal has been achieved, but there is still a little bit of tail left that needs to be dealt with, and we need to find a way to absorb this bead.
He titheed to the four people who were fighting fiercely: "The poor monk has a word of advice... When is the time for the so-called retribution of wrongs, the four of you should give up."
After saying this, he bowed again and walked away.
His voice rang in the ears of Monk Zhiyuan and Monk Huiling: "Uncle, great-uncle, it's time to retreat, their help is coming soon."
"Abbot, wait for us!" Monk Huiling shouted, forced the old man opposite him away with a palm, and grunted: "I'll spare your lives today, and if you dare to act recklessly, then it won't just be the two of us!"
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The two turned around and left.
They were extremely fast and returned to the outer courtyard in the blink of an eye, and the rejuvenation spell came.
The nectar began to pour in, the fatigue and weakness, injuries and pain quickly dissipated, and warmth, softness and vitality surged through the body.
"Haha..." As soon as Monk Huiling landed in Fakong's courtyard, he couldn't help but laugh.
Monk Zhiyuan frowned at him and shook his head.
"Old bald donkey, aren't you happy?" Monk Huiling said proudly: "Stop pretending to be serious, kill that old Murong, I don't believe you will be unhappy!"
"Happy." Monk Zhiyuan said.
Monk Huiling laughed loudly: "What a joy! What a joy!"
His laughter attracted Fanin and the others over.
Zhou Yang hurriedly said: "Ancestor, did you win?"
"Hehe, great victory!" Monk Huiling smiled proudly, his little eyes almost disappeared, leaving only two thin cracks: "It was so satisfying to kill that old Murong!"
He can only express his happiness now, it is really too happy.
Master Murong is a sinister and despicable guy, but his martial arts is very strong, and he is always slightly better than himself.
This made me feel so depressed every time I fought with him, that I almost exploded with depression.
Today, I finally put an end to this despicable and shameless old man. I finally got my revenge and vented my hatred. I was filled with joy from the inside out.
"Congratulations, uncle." Faninghe said with a smile.
Monk Huiling said proudly: "The old man thought I was stupid again, and I had to fight with him when my temper got angry, but I got in my way, haha, he thought he was the smartest and everyone else was stupid, hahahaha
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He was even more delighted when he thought that he had tricked Master Murong by telling a little lie. He felt that he had made great progress and his wisdom had jumped to another level.
Lin Feiyang appeared in the small courtyard in a flash.
"Xiao Linzi, have you seen my power this time?" Monk Huiling looked over and said proudly.
"Hey, so majestic!" Lin Feiyang let out a soft snort.
Monk Huiling's eyes suddenly widened, feeling that something was wrong with his tone.
Lin Feiyang snorted: "What are they fighting? There is nothing exciting at all, it's too unsatisfying!"
"Being able to kill people is prestige." Monk Huiling said disapprovingly: "Don't talk about those pretentious things."
He was in a state of excitement, and his years of depression were gone. He personally killed Master Murong and cut out the knot in his heart.
What a pleasure!
Xu Qingluo asked curiously: "Ancestor, how many have you killed?"
"one."
"Only one..."
"Xiao Qingluo, you don't know how powerful a first-level master is, right? One is already a lot!" Monk Huiling said hurriedly: "Do you think a first-level master is so easy to kill? If it weren't for the right time, place and people, you wouldn't be able to kill him.
Get rid of this old man!"
Xu Qingluo nodded lightly.
Monk Huiling was anxious. He saw that Xu Qingluo didn't really believe it. He was just perfunctory by nodding as if he believed it. He quickly turned to look at Fakong: "Abbot, please tell her."
Fakong smiled and said: "Uncle Master is right."
"So that's it." Xu Qingluo suddenly laughed and said, "My ancestor is really powerful."
Only then did Monk Huiling smile happily.
Monk Zhiyuan shook his head, and Heshi said to Fakong: "Thank you very much this time."
Fakong smiled and said: "Uncle Master, you still have to be careful, maybe Chenghai Dao will take revenge."
He was actually ready to step forward and try his indestructible power, but in the end he restrained his impulse.
A first-level master is extremely dangerous. Even if his indestructible power can block a blow, accidents may not happen.
So he only cast the Rejuvenation Spell and the Immobilization Spell three miles away without getting closer.
He only appeared at the last moment to plunder Master Murong's memories and experience.
However, the memory of a first-level master is indeed different from that of ordinary people. This invisible power has not faded and weakened, and there is nothing that can be done for the time being.
This reminds me that even if I have supernatural powers, I still cannot predict everything and cannot have everything under control.
"Retaliation?" Monk Huiling sneered disdainfully: "Okay, then they will take revenge. It depends on whether they have more first-class masters or our Daxueshan Sect has more first-class masters!"
Monk Zhiyuan said slowly: "If you fail to compete for full merit, those two are not good people!"
They had a share in dealing with his own woman. According to his wish, the remaining two were also killed, but unfortunately he failed to do so.
"Next time!" Monk Huiling said excitedly: "Look for an opportunity to kill them again and kill them completely!"
"Grand Master..." Monk Zhiyuan shook his head.
Even now that he thinks about it, he still feels inexplicably unreal.
It is indeed rare for a great master to die unexpectedly. This is the first time in recent years. Not to mention shocking them, he himself was also shocked.