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Chapter 2600 ghost eye Buddha boy

 Barefoot Divine Fist Five Dou, ever since he entered the world of cultivation, except for a few hardships in the years when he was young and learned the art, ever since he got the master of Fei Lao Divine Fist, he has fought tens of thousands of battles, big and small, for hundreds and nearly a thousand years. He rarely suffered defeats. This was partly because of Zhenwu Shengjie’s unparalleled domineering power, and also because of his extremely high talent in Wudou. He had learned many top-notch martial arts and spiritual mystical techniques, and because of his origins. With a certain reputation, it is rare to encounter a situation like today where you suffered a big loss as soon as you faced a move.

So after the collision of fists and palms aroused the turbulence of divine power, Fan Wudou showed an unprecedented look of shock, and his expression deeply touched Long Rui, who was protecting him behind him. As soon as they punched each other, the two of them subconsciously He looked at Fan Wudou's bloody fist and suddenly became alert.

The old man who was a master of barefoot fists and five buckets of rice was naturally not as incompetent as those ordinary people. When his fists exploded, he screamed in pain, but he still frowned and looked at the young monk in disbelief: "You...you use the Tianhe Tantric martial arts?"

Mr. Fan was extremely shocked, and Long Rui behind him also took a breath in shock and said: "Youluo Daming Palm Technique?"

"hiss!"

The two exchanged glances subconsciously, and each could see the horror in their eyes.

"He is a member of the Tianhe Tantric Sect." Long Rui screamed strangely, tiptoeing on the back of Wulao and galloping out.

But this was almost a subconscious action, but instead he sent Five Dou of Rice forward. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and said, "Long, what the hell do you mean?"

Long Rui also acted subconsciously. It wasn't until he withdrew from the battlefield that he realized that he was betraying his friends for glory, but he didn't even blush, and still pretended to say: "Ah, what, to deal with such a character, there is no need for me to take action. , leave it to you."

"I'll go..." Li Yuan looked at him and rolled his eyes. Master Jiu was too good at pretending.

Fan Wudou wanted to scold him, but it was obvious that now was not the time to pursue the case. When he turned around, Fan Wudou punched out wildly, with three swish, swish, and swish punches that could shatter mountains and shatter mountains.

The young monk opposite had a very high level of cultivation. When he saw this, he refused to hide. He raised his delicate palm and slapped it three times in a row.

As the fists and palms clashed, the entire Xuanjing Mountain trembled, and the rubble on the mountain rolled toward the abyss along with the dust and smoke that filled the sky.

"Youluo Daming Palm is one of the three secret arts of Tianhe Tantra, second only to Miluo Great Brahma Seal. Miluo Great Brahma Seal is a must-learn for the sect leader, but Youluo Daming Palm is not something ordinary disciples can learn. Tianhe Tantra has been extinct for many years. How did you acquire this unique skill? Who are you?"

Fan Wudou knew that he had encountered a tough opponent. Zhenwu Sheng's body was moving wildly, and his original divine power traveled through the eight extraordinary meridians. His whole body was flooded with golden light, like a bronze man, and he was not afraid of anyone who came.

During the exchange of fists and palms, the blood on Fan Wudou's fists kept spattering and became blurred. Obviously, in terms of strength, Fan Wudou, who had the best physical skills in the entire Hongtu world, was no match for the young monk.

The little monk's movements were very strange, but his moves were extremely skillful. He kept laughing and said with enough time, "The descendant of Fei Shen Fist really has good eyesight, and he can take the Xiao Na You Luo Da Ming Palm. It seems that you are not an ordinary person, then

I’ll let you know clearly.”

The young monk waved his palms and answered with ease. At the end of his words, a long roar sounded: "Xiao Nash Luo is indeed a disciple of the Tianhe Tantric Sect, but in this ten-layer Youluo Ming Palm, Xiao Na is stronger than Kun Di back then."

There are too many, haha, let you try the Nine Layers of Youluo Daming Palm, and that little dragon. What Xiao Na hates most in his life is the dragon clan. Just stand still, and when Xiao Na takes care of this old man, then

It cramped your muscles, haha."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young monk quickly spun in the air with one hand behind his back. The green-black, neither evil nor evil spirit roared, covering the sky and the sun in an instant, and the Youluo Ming Palm he used,

When he raised his palm, a blue-black palm print shot up into the sky, immediately turning the blue clouds in the sky into black smoke, rolling down from the sky.

Boom...

In mid-air, a thunder sounded, and a huge hole opened in the dark clouds that rolled like a vortex, and then a palm print was so huge that it could almost cover the entire Xuanjing Mountain, with a destructive force that could destroy the world.

The momentum was calmly suppressed.

"Holy shit, you're seeking death." Long Rui screamed in surprise, but no one cared about him and ran away into the distance with a whoosh.

But Li Yuan was unable to help even if he wanted to. Looking at the palm prints that suddenly descended from the sky and seemed to be able to destroy everything, he felt frightened and chilled from the bottom of his heart.

"Li Yuan, take your people and leave."

Fan Wudou, who had experienced hundreds of battles, had never shown timidity in front of the enemy. With a thought, he bit the tip of his tongue, triggering the energy of essence and blood, and crazily stimulating his consciousness. After waves of terrifying divine power erupted in his body, Fan Wudou's

The body shone with a rich bronze glow.

"Um?"

Standing in the air, Kashiruluo saw that Fan Wudou's momentum had changed drastically again, and finally put away his mocking smile. The third eye on his forehead blinked three times, and all three eyes showed shock at the same time.

"A body made of hundreds of pure gold?"

A faint exclamation came out, and the young monk subconsciously took out his left hand from behind, then folded his palms together, and his momentum increased again.

On the Xuanjing Mountain with clear skies, suddenly there were dark clouds and a strong wind. There were many martial arts cultivators around here who wanted to know the details of the spirit pot. They didn't leave. When they saw two powerful men fighting each other on the Xuanjing Mountain, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale.

.

Among them, there are indispensable some people who have a strong interest in the history of Hongtu. When they first heard the name of Kashiroo, they suddenly thought of something in their hearts.

"Kashirao, why does this name sound so familiar?"

"Holy crap, is he that ghost-eyed Buddha boy?"

"What? The ghost-eyed Buddha boy Kashiroo, isn't that Ming'e's junior brother? How is this possible? Ming'e was a person four thousand years ago, isn't that Kashiloo too? He is still alive?"

"..."

Accompanied by bursts of exclamations, Kasshiro's identity was finally revealed, but this thin-skinned and tender little monk did not look like the person from four thousand years ago, and besides, he had emerged from a spiritual pot before. Yes, this sight is really incredible.

Just when everyone felt extremely shocked, Long Rui suddenly roared from a distance: "I just remembered, the spiritual pot in the hand of this bald donkey is the Yuanxue Demon Life Pot, with a golden body and a heavy body. The treasure of plastic is the treasure of the gods, the treasure of the gods.”

Wow!

When Long Rui shouted, the whole place was in an uproar.

Four thousand years ago, when the Dragon King was at its most glorious, there was a legend in the world.

I think back then, when the Tianhe Tantric Sect was destroyed by the Dragon Emperor, Ming'e, a disciple of Emperor Kun, fled the Tantric Mountain with eighty-nine volumes of the Great Zen Heart Sutra and his whereabouts are unknown. At that time, everyone knew that Ming'e was the mantle of Emperor Kun. The Dragon King was unhappy, so monks all over the world were paying attention to Ming'e's movements. However, at the time when the Dragon King was chasing Ming'e, several descendants of the dragon clan under the Dragon King's throne teamed up to raid Tantric Mountain and killed many people. people, but was finally escaped by a mysterious monk.

The Dragon Clan saw that there was only one lineage left in the Tantric Sect, so they joined forces to hunt them down. As a result, in a deep mountain forest, several members of the Dragon Clan were killed by a monk, leaving nothing behind.

At that time, someone saw the monk with a bald head and three eyes, and an aura that was neither evil nor evil, so they gave him a nickname and called him the Ghost-Eyed Buddha Boy.

As for this person, it was finally discovered after the Dragon King sent the Grand Envoy to inquire around that he was actually the last disciple accepted by Emperor Kun, that is, the closed disciple, and it was this Kashiroo.

At that time, everyone knew that the Tianhe Esoteric Sect was one of the most powerful sects in the Great World, but few people knew that among the disciples accepted by Emperor Kun, in addition to Ming'e, who had a halo all over his body, there was also an unknown disciple. As a result, several major dragon clans suffered heavy losses in that battle. It is said that a black dragon and a five-clawed golden dragon were killed, and no fewer than ten masters of the major dragon clans were killed or injured.

As for Kashilao, in that battle, he was evenly matched with the Five-clawed Golden Dragon King. After losing in the end, he was said to have died in the black water of the White Mountain. But who would have thought that Kashilo, the ghost-eyed Buddha boy Still alive.

This is the reason why Long Rui knew his identity, because that battle was a great shame for the entire dragon clan, so the masters of the dragon clan in the past generations would warn the younger generations about the origins of the masters who had brought disgrace to the dragon clan, and according to that year In that battle, among the trophies that the Dragon King swept away, it was said that there was missing a treasure that should have been taken away by the Dragon King.

This is the Yuanxue Demon longevity pot.

When Long Rui called out the Yuanxue Demon Longevity Pot, Fan Wudou immediately understood the purpose of the spiritual pot.

The so-called Yuan Blood Demon longevity pot is made from the ashes of hundreds of ferocious monsters and several masters of the Qiankun Realm. According to legend, it is the treasure of a master in the Earth Yuan Era, and the biggest function of this pot is to make a A dying person sacrifices his flesh and blood and keeps his golden body in it forever. After being warmed and nourished for a thousand years, he can use the spirit pot to absorb the spirit of heaven and earth, and turn the spirit of heaven and earth as well as the flesh and blood of living beings into bone, blood and essence. This kind of bone and blood The semen can reshape the golden body, reshape the meat house, restore life span, and give people a second chance to be reborn.

Long Rui clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were filled with greedy light. He stared at Kashilou and said: "It turned out that you took that treasure away back then. No wonder our ancestors have been looking for it for so many years." No, I'm really here. Old man Fan, grab the Yuanxue Demon longevity pot from me."

Fan Wudou was panting like an ox and ignored Long Rui's cries. He knew his current situation very well. In fact, he had not practiced the Zhenwu Saint Body to the extreme. It only stayed at the thirteenth level, and now he has used the tenth level. The fourth-level technique was also forced to reach its bottleneck. It could be said that he was currently exhausted in fighting with Kashira, and every move was filled with endless dangers.


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