Not long after returning to the wing, Suning found an excuse to escape and went straight to the forbidden area behind the Buddhist gate.
All the outer sect disciples gathered at the sixth peak to receive training resources. The guards patrolling each mountain top were at their weakest moment.
Along the way, there was no one to disturb, no need to go around, Suning just "moved forward bravely".
At the same time, he contacted Hu Zhiying in his mind and asked him to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
It's best to find useful clues, but if you can't find them, try not to reveal your identity.
Hu Zhiying said easily: "There is no problem with me. Please pay attention to your own safety."
"If there are any emergencies, I will report to you as soon as possible."
Suning said with satisfaction: "The sky is big and the earth is big, life is the most important. In critical moments, I allow you to use your trump card to escape, no matter what."
"Even if you leave, I will still be here."
"You just wait outside, there is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices."
Hu Zhiying said in surprise: "Oh, that's good. You actually care about the life and death of my little chess piece?"
Suning sneered and said: "You are thinking too much. I am just worried that after you die, your demon king grandpa will turn his anger on me."
"In terms of cultivation, I am better than him. But after all, this is about the stability of the two races, and I have to consider the whole of China."
"There is no reason for those innocent people to be implicated because of my selfishness."
Hu Zhiying refused to admit it and said: "I told you, my grandfather is not the demon king."
Suning said seriously: "Well, he's not the Demon King, he's the great elder of the Demon King's lineage."
"It can't be an unknown person anyway, right?"
Hu Zhiying fell silent and pretended not to hear.
Suning stopped talking nonsense and gathered his aura to float in the air.
Below is a towering green mountain.
The mountains are undulating and steep.
At a glance, countless towering trees rise from the ground.
The branches are thick and criss-crossed, like sleeping pythons, majestic.
The entrance at the front is covered by a transparent light curtain.
More than forty inner disciples were stationed on both sides, divided into three small teams and patrolling back and forth.
Suning relaxed his mind and carefully sensed the power of this defensive formation.
A minute later, he flew down to the top of the mountain, his eyes silent and hesitant.
Like the Taoist sect, the defensive formations set up by the Buddhist sect can barely block the existence of the seventeenth level of force.
It's not difficult to break through forcefully, but the difficulty lies in the fact that forcefully breaking through the formation will definitely cause quite a stir.
The Buddhist master Kong Jian said that this old monk had the "fatal blow" passed down by the sect, and Suning had no confidence to escape unscathed.
Of course, if he uses the peach core given to him by the old beggar, the ending will definitely change.
But this thing is too precious, and Suning is reluctant to use it now.
To be precise, he saved it for yellow vine wine.
These days, Suning has been thinking about the question Dao Huo'er said. What should he do if Huang Tengjiu breaks his promise?
What can we do?
My father and uncle were controlled by others, and the old man even held the life-saving trump card of the 18th level of force.
In the face of absolute strength, Suning is completely at a disadvantage.
Only this peach core is the best weapon for him to turn passivity into initiative.
Teaming up with Dao Huo'er, Huang Tengjiu was caught off guard.
After pondering for a long time, Suning decided to take a gamble.
Bet on the sky and see the host with worries, just like Pei Shu of the Yun Zong, who did not dare to act rashly.
Nowadays, Buddhism is declining, and the nine great elders have died.
If the last trump card is used up, how can Buddhism gain a foothold in China? Why should it occupy one of the six meridians?
Thinking about this, Suning's figure blurred in place.
When he reappeared, more than forty Buddhist disciples stationed at the entrance to the forbidden area were all lying on the ground, unconscious.
"boom."
The palm of his hand pushed gently, and the sword energy raged.
The transparent mask shook violently, like ripples on calm water.
The next moment, the terrifying rebound power was unleashed, creating a dazzling light from the entrance of the cave.
Suning did not retreat but advanced, and the Xunlong pen stayed on his fingertips.
"Uh-huh."
With one stroke, the air surges, like thousands of horses galloping, with great momentum.
The towering green mountains behind gradually twisted, and countless big trees fell down.
Smoke and dust obscured the eyes, and birds and beasts screamed sadly.
