"Cultivation and memory!" Chuxue was shocked. She had never heard that such a thing could exist in the world.
Grandma Bu kept her usual smile and said: "This is not an ordinary iron pestle, it is a good treasure I got in exchange, a treasure that does not belong to this world. Once I reappear in this world, it will
Guide you where I am. You only need to appear by my side within three years, and it will return to my body again and return my cultivation and memory."
"In return, I have just promised you that I can complete your body for you. Moreover, in the process, you can also use part of my cultivation. Of course, you cannot touch my memory at all.
of."
Before Chuxue could react, Granny Bu suddenly grabbed her hand, and then placed her hand on the iron pestle.
In an instant, the iron pestle turned into an embroidery needle about an inch long. The embroidery needle suddenly pierced Chu Xue's eyebrows, leaving only half of it exposed.
"I just said that within three years, you will find me and return everything to me! At the same time, I also want to tell you that once the time exceeds three years, this needle will kill you and the people around you.
People, their souls are shattered!"
"Senior!" Chuxue shouted directly.
"Don't move!" Grandma Bu leaned into Chu Xue's ear and whispered, "I'll sew it up for you right now! Also, I forgot to tell you that I have a nickname that I haven't mentioned in many years. You come from a big family.
, probably should know.”
"Before, people called me..."
"tailor!"
...
In the sky above Chongnan Temple, a demon cultivator stood out of thin air. On the top of the mountain in the distance, there was a shivering monk in the temple.
There is a thin line directly connected to the earth at the demon cultivator's neck, so his range of movement is very limited, and the surrounding monks can only stay away after seeing their fellow disciples fall one by one.
The demon cultivator's hair was very long, spread out, and fell directly to her waist.
The eyes buried deep under the hair are a pair of fierce vertical pupils.
His chest kept rising and falling. It was obvious that after being released from the painting, he was greedily sucking in the aura of heaven and earth. Moreover, the aura of this world was much richer than the place where he lived.
In the place where he lived before, there was almost no spiritual energy in the air. If he wanted to improve his cultivation, he had to constantly devour the people around him. It was a world where dangers were everywhere and everyone was an enemy.
But it's completely different here.
When he was just released by Yun Manlou, he originally wanted to quickly improve his cultivation by devouring those Buddhist disciples in order to break free from the shackles around his neck. However, those Buddhist disciples were not fools, and they all ran away all the way.
Just when he was a little anxious, he suddenly discovered that the spiritual energy in the air was so rich.
He tried to pull at the line made of black ink on his neck. Although the thing was soft, it was still difficult for him to break free. After all, the artist's pen and ink were not so easy to get rid of.
He took a deep breath, and the hour promised by Yun Manlou was getting closer and closer. He was waiting, waiting for true freedom.
He greedily looked around the world around him. The sky here was really blue. The earth here was really green.
If he waits a little longer, this world will become the ocean for him to travel. As long as he is not shackles of the painter, he believes that there are only a handful of people in this world who can defeat him.
Suddenly, several strange figures appeared in the distant sky. At this time, they were approaching Chongnan Temple at an extremely fast speed.
On the top of the mountain, several Buddhist disciples suddenly seemed to see hope and shouted loudly towards the sky.
Three figures instantly appeared next to them, none other than the abbot of Chongnan Temple, Lord Jianglong Jingang, the leader of Zhentian Alliance, the leader of Qinghongxuan Sect, Lu Haodang, and the leader of Shuixian Hall, Huanzhu.
The three of them were all experts at the pinnacle of Mahayana. When they knew that Chongnan Temple was under attack, the three of them rushed over as fast as they could. Not far behind them, there were about a dozen Mahayana monks, but they were rushing so fast along the way.
As they hurried along, their spiritual energy was greatly depleted.
And other ordinary monks at the Divine Transformation stage and below have long been left far behind by them.
"Abbot!" several Buddhist disciples cried and crowded towards him.
Jiang Long glanced sideways at the messy mountain gate. He probably already knew the situation. Now, he just wanted to hear how serious the situation was.
"what happened?"
"The Beast Controlling Sect! It's the Beast Controlling Sect!" the disciples cried and howled, "Countless ordinary disciples have died, and the Eighteen Copper Luo...he is the only one left." As he said that, the disciples pointed to the ground behind them.
Above, a disciple whose face could not be seen clearly.
Jianglong immediately rushed over and said loudly: "Sanliang! Where is Master Sanliang?"
The disciple opened his eyes slightly and stammered: "The Venerable...The Venerable has...passed away..."
"What?"
Jianglong couldn't believe it at all. Sanliang, whom few people in the world could match, actually passed away.
Lu Haodang and Huan Zhu behind him naturally knew Sanliang's name. When they heard the news, their faces became extremely heavy.
"There, there is another one over there, a remnant of the Beast Control Sect. We wanted to catch up, but we were blocked by that monster!" Several disciples pointed at the demon cultivator beside the Tianmen Hall.
The eyes of the three monks at the peak of Mahayana fell instantly on the demon cultivator.
A gust of wind swept across, and under the demon cultivator's disheveled long hair, his vertical pupils also happened to collide with the three of them.
"The pinnacle of Mahayana!"
A monk at the pinnacle of the Mahayana can accurately judge the cultivation level of his opponent with just an exchange of glances.
The three of them all looked at each other and instantly appeared a hundred steps away in front of the demon cultivator.
If they were ordinary monks, the three of them would definitely take action without saying a word, but the person in front of them was a monk at the pinnacle of Mahayana.
As the leader of the Tianzhen Alliance, Lu Haodang was the first to shout: "In the world of cultivation, a monk at the pinnacle of Mahayana, I have never seen such a number one figure like you!"
The demon cultivator has always had a rebellious character throughout his life. Even when facing three equally matched opponents, he showed no sign of weakness.
"I don't know what this bullshit world of cultivation is. However, if you want to know who I am, please listen carefully! Uncle Lone Wolf, all under Tianting Mountain is my territory!"
As he spoke, a huge shadow of a wild wolf appeared behind him.
"Demon cultivator!" The three of them had already felt a little strange, but now that they saw the phantom, these two words were spoken almost at the same time.
After many years, the demon cultivator actually appeared in the human world again.
Even people like them are terrified deep inside. Demon cultivators are synonymous with destruction.
"The Bamboo Sea has no limit!" Huan Zhu coughed out a mouthful of blood essence, and the blood essence instantly drew a pair of mysterious runes.
In the sky, on the ground, and even in the air, dark green bamboos appeared instantly. Those bamboos were full of spiritual power. Each bamboo had the power to cut through mountains and rivers.
In the world of Bamboo Sea, there are hundreds of millions of spiritual bamboos, all pointing towards the lone wolf.
Essence and blood are the most important thing for a monk. A mouthful of essence and blood is often worth their decades of hard training. But now, the monks at the peak of Mahayana have actually started to use the essence and blood in the first wave of the battle.
It can be seen that they have used their lifelong skills and vowed to destroy this demon cultivator who should not appear in the human world with one blow.
"Om! Ah! Lu! Le! Ji!" Sanskrit sounds resounded throughout the world, and then Venerable Dragon Subduing Vajra spurted out a mouthful of blood before he had the strength to continue chanting: "Sa! Po! He!"
The Buddhist disciples in the distance all had their eyes widened.
"Did you hear that?"
"That's...that's the mantra for destroying karma!"
Before the mantra ended, a broad rainbow stretched out on the horizon.
Lu Haodang shouted: "Chihong!"
In the rainbow, the red part rushes like a swimming dragon.
"Orange rainbow!"
"Huang Hong!"
"Green and red!"
"Qinghong!"
The five-color ribbons turned into five swimming dragons, and the roars of the dragons intertwined in the sky.
Being able to summon a blue rainbow is Lu Haodang's limit. The remaining blue rainbow and purple rainbow can only be summoned by reaching the realm of Earth Immortal.
The boundless sea of bamboo, the mantra to destroy karma, and the five rainbows appear in the world. The three techniques appear together, and the person in front of you has absolutely no chance of survival as long as he is not in the realm of earthly immortals.
Feeling the suffocating pressure in the air, Lone Wolf's ancient bloodline, which had been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years, began to boil violently.
A monstrous force spread out with him as the center of the circle.
Lu Haodang, Jianglong and Huanzhu couldn't help but feel their hearts sinking.
The power that the lone wolf showed just now is no weaker than any of them.
If you really want to completely obliterate a monk at the peak of Mahayana, it would be too difficult.