Accompanied by thunder and lightning, the monk's body underwent subtle changes. The blood began to flow backward through the meridians, and the bones made "click! click!" sounds from time to time.
Ten streams of energy were merged by two lightning bolts, one black and one white, leaving the Dantian covered in gray.
"Little monk, stop absorbing it quickly, or you will be palmed to death."
"Old boy, is it you? It's so painful, it's killing me. What should I do?"
"Stop absorbing their skills, hurry up, there's no hurry, hurry up!"
"It's none of my business, it's the energy that penetrated my body on its own. It's so uncomfortable, I can't stand it anymore."
The thunder in the sky became louder and louder, and dark clouds blocked the sky. It was impossible to distinguish between day and night, and the whole world fell into darkness.
"ah!....."
The roar reached to the sky, and was extremely shrill. Manbeard and the others were shocked to the point of bleeding from all seven holes. With the monk as the center, thick white smoke rose from the ground.
"Fuck, it's over! If this continues, sooner or later everyone's skills will be absorbed by him, what should we do?" King Orangutan kept shouting.
There are more and more white fogs, and they gradually materialize.
"Buzz!"
The white mist kept changing colors with the sound. Manbeard and the other ten people suddenly felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and they fainted one after another.
"thump!"
The monk lost his center of gravity and sat down on the ground. His whole body was as bulging as a ball, and he grunted on the ground before stopping against the corner.
A ray of sunlight shines through the dark clouds into the room and shines directly on the monk. It is so warm! A sense of solidity comes from the heart. Although he is unconscious, his body is still changing continuously.
The Dantian was covered in gray, with two light spots, one black and one purple, flickering in and out, emitting a faint light.
The two light spots chased each other one after another. The speed became faster and faster, and gradually turned into two rays of light. Wherever they drifted, earth-shaking changes occurred.
Green grass, mountains and flowing water, gray sky. Dantian is a small world of its own.
The most eye-catching one is a small sapling composed of ten different colors, with two black and purple light spots circling around it.
The old boy's consciousness stood in the monk's Dantian, dumbfounded, with his mouth open for a long time and unable to say a word.
Looking at it, there is heaven and earth, is this still Dantian? It is simply a world. Creator? Impossible, this is impossible. The little monk is my descendant, and I cannot let that old guy take it away.
I saw him stretching out his hands. Not long after this was established, the poor little world suddenly "buzzed! buzzed!" and began to shake.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The mountains and boulders slid down, and a stone statue gradually appeared on the east side of the tallest and largest mountain. It had a ferocious face, thick eyebrows and a grin, a writing brush in its left hand, and a fan in its right hand.
This stone statue is the legendary Zhong Kui.
The old boy nodded happily, looking at his masterpiece with a raised corner of his mouth, quite satisfied. After a while, it turned into a white light and shot towards the stone statue, slowly integrating into the stone statue.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! You old monster, you dare to rob even the apprentice I like. Hmph, you are overestimating your abilities! This place is not bad, I will live here from now on."
In the Dantian, the old boy's triumphant laughter kept echoing.
As the sun rises and sets, in this seemingly ordinary room, ten people sit cross-legged around the still unconscious monk. They are all silent, closing their eyes and regulating their breaths. Sweat drips on the solid white mist.
From time to time, a sound of "Stab! Stab!" was made.
I don't know how much time passed, but Man Beard slowly opened his eyes and said, "This boy is really the descendant of the master. Alas! I'm really unwilling to accept it."
The poisonous woman held her big belly with both hands, as fat as a ball, and said slowly: "I'm a woman, so I'll tell you first. The master is so partial. He accepted so many of our apprentices, but passed on his special skills to outsiders. Alas,
like....."
Before he finished speaking, a loud voice interrupted.
"Before he left the village, the old man gave us an order. If we find his successor in the future, we must obey this person. I will not accept it if you ask me to listen to a yellow-haired brat."
The speaker is none other than the hot-tempered King Orangutan.
"Yes, I'm not willing to give in. Unless he can defeat me, he would rather die than obey."
"When he wakes up, I'll fight him first, damn! You've absorbed so much of my power."
Ten people gradually started a teahouse party, talking to each other and arguing.
The monk was lying on the ground, his body stopped expanding. Mumu touched his little face and said delicately:
"This boy is really lucky. He actually got the master's true biography. I think back then, everyone didn't want to kill each other in order to earn the true biography. There were hundreds of brothers and sisters, and in the end there were only ten of us left. It's a pity that the master is an old man. Alas! This boy is really good.
It makes people jealous, life is so good!”
In the monk's dantian, the ten-colored saplings glowed brightly, and the approaching black-purple light spots retreated several meters in a row.
"Boom!"
The sapling grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, getting thicker and bigger, and turned into a big tree in the blink of an eye. The leaves exuded a dazzling light, and the old boy stepped out of the stone statue, looking at this with worry.
everything.
"Stop pretending, show up now that you're here!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Hearty laughter came from the tree, "You are still the same, my good apprentice."
"Fart, when did I become your apprentice? Secretly learning your skills only proves that I am smart and talented. You are not worthy of being my master."
"Go away, if I didn't mean for you to learn it, how could you steal it?"
"Anyway, I have passed on the six paths of reincarnation to the young monk. And you, using the immortal soul to enter the technique, is really despicable! What do you want? If you don't accept it, we will have a fight."
"Ouch! I can't do it anymore. I can't move my old bones! This place is nice. Let's live here from now on."
The man waved his hand casually, and two black and purple light spots instantly merged into the west side of the mountain.
"Buzz!"
The hillside seemed to melt, turned into water, and quickly solidified again.
In the blink of an eye, the entire western side of the mountain turned into a stone statue of the Firstborn with two horns, which looked exactly like him, punching through the iron hoop.
The old boy yelled: "Bull Demon King, you bastard. Make a stone statue that's half a head taller than me. Damn it, give you some sunshine and you'll be brilliant!"
"Boom! Boom!"
The two of them were fighting so hard that the energy in their Dantian was in chaos. The newly formed small world was almost instantly disintegrated.
The monk opened his eyes suddenly, and a solid white mist surrounded him. Manbeard and the others were so surprised that they all came to look around him, shaking their heads.
The monk was wrapped tightly and screamed loudly inside. Ten colors plus black and white, a total of twelve colors, were constantly changing back and forth all over his body.
The body was alternately cold and hot, ice crystals had formed on the head, but the body was hot and sweating. The blood vessels bulged, and the solid white mist gradually merged into the body.
The Bull Demon King and the old boy were fighting fiercely, and the Dantian suddenly shook. I don't know when, a long fog arose.
The entire small world is bounded by mountains, with thousands of miles of ice and cold winds to the east, and scorching sun and high temperatures to the west. The two men were slightly stunned, and asked each other in unison, "What did you do to him?"
"
The white mist disappeared, and the monk appeared in front of the ten people. He had long lost his previous bloated appearance, sitting cross-legged in the air, and his whole body was radiant with light.
Everyone looked at him blankly, and Man Beard murmured: "He, it seems, has made a breakthrough!"
"He, it seems, is making a breakthrough!"
The same words resounded in the Dantian. The old boy and the old boy stopped fighting and flew towards their stone statues.
"Hahaha!"
Hearty laughter echoed in Dantian.
Three days later, the monk slowly opened his eyes. After looking inside, he found that the evil ghost had already reached the upper-middle level.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but he soon stopped smiling, and the smile suddenly froze on his face.
A big face covered with scars instantly came into view. This woman's figure was absolutely impeccable and well-proportioned. She seemed to be around 30 years old, exuding mature charm and a faint feminine fragrance.
But the scars on her face were extremely terrifying. One scar ran diagonally from her forehead to her chin, and the other two were on the left side of her face and the bridge of her nose. The monk's eyelids jumped when he saw it.
"I'm Kurogiri, I introduced you a few days ago."
As Kurogiri spoke, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at the monk.
"Gulu! Gulu!"
Countless bubbles appeared in the air, and the surroundings of the two became pitch black.
The monk stammered and asked: "You...what do you want...to do?"
Without any explanation, Kurogiri waved his sleeves, and a scent of fragrance came out. The monk hurriedly took a few steps back, almost slipping when he put his hands on the ground.
Kurogiri sneered at the corner of his mouth, and reached out to grab him. His palms faced each other, with the two of them at the center, and the air around them "pop! pop!"
The monk's eyes turned gray again, and Tai Chi images shot out from them. Kurogiri repeatedly closed his palms and performed a control flip behind him. With a good opportunity, he raised his leg and launched a whirlwind kick, hitting the opponent's waist.
"Whoosh!"
Kurogiri flew out like a cannonball. The monk did not retreat but advanced. He made a fist with his right hand and hit Kurogiri on the head in mid-air.
After several battles, he understood that he must use all his strength at all times. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to himself.
Kurogiri grabbed the fist with both hands, touched the ground with his left foot, spun around violently, and got out. This time it was the monk's turn to fly out.
He kept dancing with his hands in the air, and a small tornado came out of the air and rolled towards the opponent.
This move is a simplified version of the return of evil spirits. Kurogiri clasped his hands together, and a cloud of thick black smoke slowly floated out from the seam of his hands, slowly blocking the tornado.
"Boom! Boom!"
The room shook slightly and then returned to normal. The two people were less than two meters apart, looking at each other with their eyes facing each other.
For a long time, the monk took three steps and two steps at a time. His right wrist quickly rotated, and a black and white ball the size of his palm came out of his hand.
Kurogiri knelt down slightly and swept his legs.
"Bang!"
The monk heard the sound and sat down on the ground. He wanted to give him a carp kick, but it was too late. The opponent's right hand was entangled with black energy and slapped him hard.
In desperation, the monk had no choice but to cross his palms and try to catch her.
"Whoo! Bang!"
The monk thought to himself: It's so dangerous. If she scored two points on the fast track, his life might be decided by this. He raised his right foot and kicked her hard.
Kurogiri reached forward with his left hand, trying to grab his right foot. Unexpectedly, the monk changed his move in time, and his legs turned into scissors, pinching Kurogiri's ankle.