"The champion is willing to fight alone with me, and his magnanimity is extraordinary. Even if I die, I can still be a whole corpse, but if I fall into your hands, I will probably be worse than dead!"
Monk Jinren said calmly.
Monk Jin Ren actually knew very well that in today's treasure hunt, whether Daqian Dynasty or Yunmeng Kingdom won, he would not be able to escape death.
But Wang Tong on the side always felt that it was a pity that the old monk died like this!
"No! We can't go on like this. What I practice is the past scriptures of Dazen Temple. Speaking of which, I can be regarded as half a disciple of Dazen Temple. This old monk is the last lineage of Dazen Temple. If he dies, then Dazen Temple
The temple is truly dead!"
Wang Tong said to himself. After thinking for a moment, he was ready to take action.
Immediately afterwards, his soul suddenly appeared in the battle circle and flew in the direction of Monk Jin Ren. Immediately, a strong wind blew up in the field.
"King of the Golden Spider!"
After Xin Yuxian and Black Wolf King felt this familiar aura, they were immediately shocked and said that they never expected that the seriously injured Golden Spider King would choose to take action again!
This guy is tougher than a cockroach. He can't be beaten to death, and he can't be driven away!
"Aren't you supposed to be suppressing my ax of doomsday? Why is my ax still being suppressed while you are here!"
After the Black Wolf King saw Wang Tong pretending to be the Golden Spider King, he immediately tried to summon his ax, but did not notice the slightest movement.
"Death to the evildoer!"
The champion Hou was also shocked. His figure quickly started running in the battle circle, and the afterimages left in the air after his rapid movement were everywhere around him.
His fist directly hit the dark wind coming from Wang Tong.
"What a magnificent power of Qi and blood!"
Wang Tong felt the oncoming fist and sighed in his heart. As soon as the opponent moved, his soul had already withstood the opponent's thirty or forty punches.
These fist lights not only contain powerful energy and blood, but also terrifying martial arts will.
When Wang Tong received the first punch, his soul felt like it was about to be broken.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
"Great Sun Buddha Fire!"
Wang Tong noticed the power of the opponent's fist, and a lot of fire appeared in his soul immediately, burning towards the champion's body. Because of the past, his damaged soul recovered instantly.
Monk Jinren was originally ready to take action, but after seeing the fire of the Great Sun Buddha, his eyelids twitched slightly and he chose not to take action!
"Roar!"
The champion roared again, and the fire that swept towards him was roared away before it even burned his body!
"Here comes blood!"
After breaking through the method of Buddha Fire, the champion frowned slightly. He grabbed his five fingers and opened and closed the pores on his five fingers to force the blood out of his body.
Five blood beads shot into Wang Tong's soul.
These five drops of blood were like five powder barrels, exploding thunder in Wang Tong's soul and driving Kaou away. His soul collapsed on the spot, but then it regrouped and wound towards Monk Jinren.
"The essence and blood of the Martial Saint cannot harm the soul! This is the past experience of the abbot's cultivation!"
Monk Jinren murmured to himself.
"Old monk, I'm here to save you and control your blood. Come with me!"
Wang Tong's thoughts were transmitted to Monk Jinren. When his soul came within three feet of the other party, he felt that the energy and blood on the other party's body were as hot as the scorching sun.
Wang Tong didn't care, and directly swept the opponent's body with his soul.
With the next breath, Monk Jin Ren also restrained all the energy and blood in his body, and their bodies disappeared into the void together.
"Is this the power of the Martial Saint? Five drops of blood can disperse my soul. If I hadn't gone through this, I'm afraid I would have died!"
While Wang Tong was escaping, he thought to himself.
The powerful Qi and blood made Wang Tong feel like he was being melted by the sun.
It wasn't until just now that Wang Tong understood the horror of the powerful martial saints. They were simply the nemesis of Taoist masters!
However, his soul is immortal, and he can continue to consume the champion until his energy and blood are exhausted!
"Yinsha! Wutong, the leader of Wugui Dao, has escaped. Let's catch up and take action from behind!"
Zen Yinsha was suppressing the weapons when he suddenly heard Wang Tong's voice, and at the same time, a monk fell from the sky!
Then, Wang Tong's soul returned to his body, Zen Yinsha's eyes flickered, and in the next breath, he had taken Wang Tong back ten steps away.
She could feel that the fallen monk was very scary. As a ghost fairy, she was born with a sense of vigilance towards martial saints!
If they are too close to the Martial Saint, they can directly kill the Ghost Immortal with a raise of their hands!
"Amitabha!"
Monk Jin Ren said to the two of them with his hands clasped together.
After Wang Tong returned the scholar's courtesy to Monk Jin Ren, he and Chan Yinsha went to pursue him.
"Why did you bring this monk here?"
Zen Yinsha had already guessed that this monk was Monk Jinren, and she asked Wang Daochang in a low voice.
"If I don't take action, this monk will definitely perish, and the Great Zen Temple will be completely cut off. It's just a little effort. Let's set off quickly, otherwise Wutong will run away!"
Wang Tong explained.
"Wait a moment, the donor will stay!"
Seeing that Wang Tong was about to leave, Monk Jinren quickly spoke.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't know the name of the benefactor, and what method of my Dazen Temple the benefactor practices?"
Monk Jinren still had some words on his lips. He looked at Zen Yinsha beside him and swallowed the words again.
"Master, I saved you today just on a whim. Master still doesn't want to know my name. If it is leaked, it will not be good for me. Master, you'd better find a place to hide now. When I grab the Qiankun Bag, I will
I’ll come back to you again.”
"As for what kind of Taoism I practice, the master should know it well. If I keep the green hills, I won't be afraid of running out of firewood."
After Wang Tong finished speaking, he was about to leave.
"After you grab the Qiankun Bag, you must come back to me. Only my blood can completely cover up the pure Yang power on the Qiankun Bag, otherwise you will be easily discovered!"
Monk Jinren spoke.
Wang Tong nodded and disappeared directly.
Looking at their leaving figures, Monk Jin Ren said to himself:
"Has the past finally appeared?"
Then, his figure flew past and hid in a bush. His figure and breath were completely integrated with the place, and there was no trace of it.
"In the past, only the abbot could view the scriptures. The scriptures were given to Uncle Yinyue, but I didn't expect that they would fall into the hands of this young man."
A glimmer of hope suddenly arose in Monk Jinren's heart.
The abbot predicted that when the past reappears in the world, there will be hope of re-establishing the Great Zen Temple!
He finally arrived! This young man didn’t know if it was his hope!
He could feel that Wang Tong rescued him and had no other thoughts at all, such as controlling him.
If he had such thoughts, he would not be allowed to hide alone.
The champion seemed to want to fight him alone, but in fact he wanted to conquer him.
What a wishful thinking, sworn hatred, and still want to be forgiven, do you think you have the aura of a king and domineering person in you!
"Wang Tong, you rescued Monk Jinren. I feel that you wanted to take him under your command, so why did you let him go again?"
After leaving, Chan Yinsha looked at Wang Tong and asked.
"Martial Saint has his own dignity. Even when he is at the end of his rope, he still has his own character. It does not mean that anyone who wants to be convinced can be convinced."
"I originally rescued him because I just wanted to be a friend with him. I didn't think about subduing him."
Wang Tong explained.
"We will act according to the situation in a while. If the master is too powerful, if there is a figure like the Maurya King, we will not take action. We can just let him snatch the things away!"
Zen Yinsha reminded.
Although the Qiankun Bag is very good, if you lose your life for a treasure, it is not worth it.
"Look ahead!"
Wang Tong looked in the direction pointed by Zen Yinsha, and sure enough he saw the Corpse Emperor with the Witch Ghost Dao roaring there, surrounded by the black aura of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Flag.
Wang Tong saw that in this open space, the three elders of Wugui Dao and the leader Wutong did not continue to fly, but sat here cross-legged, using the formation flag and the Corpse Emperor to resist the bombardment of the people around them!
There was a unique light in the sky that enveloped the four of them, making it impossible for them to fly and escape.
That is the method of the Condor King.
Wang Tong saw no trace of Lan Yanluo. He estimated that the woman must have been attacked by the champion queen's men! Otherwise, she would not have appeared here.
"Board Wu and Wei Taicang, these two old dogs, are actually here!"
Wang Tong immediately noticed that there was an old man holding a measuring ruler and a big knife below.
The reinforcements hidden by the champion turned out to be these two people!
It’s not that enemies don’t get together, but the old dog Butler Wu also appears here!
It turns out that I have received a more important mission, and I have to go to this wilderness to fight for treasures. No wonder I have no time to continue chasing me.
Wang Tong secretly thought, this old dog Butler Wu is dead this time!
He was no match for the Martial Saint before, but today he has reached the realm of ghost and immortal. You must kill this old dog!
"That is the divine Buddha bead of the Condor King. It is made from the relics of an enlightened monk. The divine light on it envelops ghosts and gods, and can easily trap the past lives!"
"However, the operation of this thing consumes a lot of soul. Under normal circumstances, he will not use it easily."
Zen Silver Sand Road.
"We are not in a hurry to take action now. Neither Xiao Anran nor Zhang Boheng showed up. We will wait and see here for a while to prevent others from sneaking up on us."
Wang Tong really wants to kill Butler Wu, but he still needs to calm down and not spoil the big thing because of impulsiveness!
"Wutong! You have been enveloped by my divine beads. You have no chance to escape. It's better not to resist!"
"We Daqian appreciate talents very much. The three of you are in the realm of ghosts and immortals. As long as you surrender, we can make you officials and we will not treat you unfairly!"
The Condor King opened his mouth to persuade.
As he spoke, Wei Taicang waved his sword repeatedly, and many ripples appeared in the air, seeming to turn the air into a water-like existence.
Dozens of sword lights struck the bodies of those corpse emperors, countless sparks flickered, and these corpse emperors let out painful roars.
Wei Taicang's long sword can easily cut through even mountains, and each sword has the power of a thousand catties!
The five corpse kings were surrounding them, and Butler Wu took action together with him. Every time they bombarded, the body of the corpse king would be blown away.
These Corpse Emperors are obviously no match for the Martial Saint.
"Be careful, someone seems to be approaching from that direction!"
Zen Yinsha suddenly pointed to the distance and reminded.
Wang Tong looked at the sky, and there was indeed a red wind coming across the sky at a very fast speed, leaving a long tail in the sky!
"The dark wind seems to contain the power of pure Yang!"
Wang Tong was a little surprised and said that he clearly noticed that there was a faint power of pure Yang flowing inside the red Yin Feng! This means that the person coming is likely to have survived the thunder tribulation!
"It's the thunder tribulation master! Let's hide quickly, that should be the original picture of the saint who is chasing the dream machine!"
After Zen Yinsha saw the bloody light, he already guessed the identity of the other party.
"Who is more powerful, the original picture of the saint or the Peacock King!"
Wang Tong asked, and he hid. Strong men from the Thunder Tribulation are rare in this world. They should be vigilant and awe-inspiring!
"The Peacock King is more powerful. The original picture of the saint is just a master who survived a thunderstorm."
Zen Yinsha said, her eyes flickered, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.
"He is a master of thunder tribulation, and this Qiankun Bag will probably be snatched by him in the end. We will just follow him and kill him when the time comes!"
He couldn't kill the Peacock King in the King's Passage, but after looking at the original picture of a saint, he felt that there was still some possibility of killing him.
"You want to kill the original picture of the saint?!"
After hearing his thoughts, Zen Yinsha suddenly became a little excited.
"I think it's okay, but I'm just afraid that when we kill the original picture of the saint, someone will be behind us!"
"Probably not. Saint Yuantu came to rob the Qiankun Bag this time. He probably didn't worry too much about the oriole behind him. They were chasing the Mengshenji because something had happened. Otherwise, the Heavenly Snake King,
The Peacock King should appear here!"
Wang Tong analyzed lightly.
"Wang Tong, you have said a lot, but the only problem now is that after we kill the original image of the saint, what if other strong men take action at this time!"
Zen Yinsha asked.
"Don't show up when the time comes. I'll go up and fight the original figure of the saint. You'll take action at the right time. I have past experience and you can escape at any time!"
Wang Tong and Chan Yinsha finalized the plan.
The gourd of creation on the Condor King moved, and immediately, Xiao Anran and Zhang Boheng jumped out of it.
As expected, this old Yin man had arranged a backup plan. In addition to these two ghosts and fairies, a young woman and a girl jumped out of the gourd of creation! When the young woman took action, a moonlight-like thunder ball appeared in the palm of her hand!<
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"This seems to be the Taiyin Divine Thunder of the Yaochi Sect!"
"These two people are probably the sect leader of the Yaochi Sect, and Yao Yueting!"