Chapter 233: I am the only one in the world (Part 1)
Entering the second stage of his transformation into Zi Zi Tian again, even though Ning Yan was mentally prepared, he still could not contain its side effects.
He could clearly feel that he was gradually losing all emotions as a human being. Those feelings that he thought were unforgettable and the obsessions that he could not let go of, now seemed to be not impossible to let go.
It turns out that my love for Sister Shen is also a cheap and fragile bubble?
That's really scumbag...
Ning Yan laughed to himself, but quickly put such boring thoughts behind him.
If he wanted to rescue Shen Qiuning, he had to hurry up.
It's not that he is rushing to compete with Jingtong, but that he is afraid that if he delays for too long, he will lose all his original intention.
Retribution for the attack on Yi Lian's true class soon followed. Ning Yan groaned, and blood lines suddenly appeared on his forehead. He could vaguely see it through his pale skin, and a ball of gold and red was dancing in his heart. The flames became more and more exaggerated in frequency, almost as if they were about to explode.
The golden blood in his body began to run rampant.
Yilian Zhenban held his eyelids open and said with a sad smile: "Now, you are going to die too!"
"Is it?"
Ning Yan's face was indifferent, he formed a sword finger with one hand, and a cyan brilliance suddenly bloomed from the center of his eyebrows, manifesting into a strange-shaped bronze pot. He used the Qianlong Pot to forcefully control the blood and energy in his body, and the mass in his heart The flames gradually moved towards the back of his neck.
Qi and blood are rushing back, right now!
He heard a scoff, and he actually used the golden blood to force out the thing nailed to Fengchi Point!
Phew... feel good...
Ning Yan twisted his neck, spread his fingers slightly, and took the hairpin that flew out of the air back into his hand. After a brief inspection, he put it into his cuffs.
From beginning to end, his expression did not change at all.
It's so calm that it makes your heart palpitate.
Witnessing this scene, Yi Lian Zhenban was completely stunned, as if an invisible hand was holding her throat, and she lost her voice: "Qian, Qian Qian..."
"That's right, it's a Qianlong pot."
Ning Yan helped her complete the supplement very considerately, held up the Qianlong pot with one hand, and said: "You are also a grassland person, you should know it, right?"
Know...
How could she not know this? She was there when her brother sent the Qianlong Pot to cross south!
The Qianlong Pot is the most precious treasure of Changshengtian. Ever since the day when the Golden Family broke through the ancestral court of Changshengtian, they have been struggling with how to deal with this hot potato.
They once gathered top-level third-level masters from three sects and nine sects, but they couldn't destroy it even after ten days and nights. They didn't dare to just find a place to hide it, just in case a certain destiny child had deep blessings and various opportunities. Did it happen to be dug out again by coincidence?
I don’t feel at ease even if I let it go into my own hands. After all, the influence of Changshengtian is still there. Who can guarantee that there is no mole in the royal court who wants to be the Khan of the day?
The remnants of the Immortal Heaven will never give up the Qianlong Pot. As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing it, you are afraid that thieves will miss it. Keeping it in your hands is always a hidden danger.
Therefore, in pity for Zhenban's brother, Sitai Jiba Subada thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone - hooking up Daliang's embroidered clothes to secretly send Qianlong Hu to the south, or send him to the most useless and most powerful Zhou Dynasty.
In the hands of the prince, it can not only trigger civil strife in the Great Zhou Dynasty, weaken the fortune of the Central Plains, but also prevent the resurgence of Changshengtian.
After all, there is Daliang, one of the most powerful national powers in the world, between Dazhou and the grassland. No matter how powerful Changshengtian is, it is impossible for him to go all the way to the north to kill all Daliang and Dazhou, right?
However, Yi Lian Zhenban never expected that she would actually see the Qianlong Pot again in her lifetime.
In the hands of someone she wouldn't even think of killing.
"Naruhe, you, tell me, did you already know..."
"Shh." Ning Yan covered Yi Lian's mouth and kindly reminded him: "Don't talk, save some strength and lock your heart, maybe you can still survive."
Unknowingly, Yi Lian's eyes were covered with mist.
He had long known that blood oaths were useless to him, so he was so decisive in making the blood oath, right?
His flattery, his flattery, the gentleness he showed, and his promise to return to the grassland together... were all fake. This man was already plotting against him back in the Jufu Palace.
I pity myself for thinking...
Yilian Zhenban couldn't bear the grief and anger. He opened his eyes suddenly, and his pupils were replaced by blazing anger. He said hysterically: "Liar, liar..."
"Liar! Ning Yan! I curse you and you will not die a good death!"
Ning Yan shook his head helplessly. All sentient beings are like this. They are trapped by seven emotions and six desires and cannot escape. He kindly pointed out a way for her to survive, but he went to a dead end.
Forget it, since she insists on seeking death, what does it have to do with me...
However, there was one thing that made him quite concerned. When he looked at Yi Lian Zhenban, his breathing rhythm became disordered, and his state of mind began to shake.
It seems that Jiang Chanyi used this method to help him return to his original state last time?
Ning Yan thought for a while, then lowered his head to look at Yi Lian Zhenban, and gently wiped away the tears from her eyes.
"This kind of pure and extreme emotion is really dazzling, so..."
"It's better to disappear."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly rose up and slapped Yi Lian Zhenban's Heavenly Spirit Cover hard with his palm.
He transforms into the third transformation of Zi Zi Tian - taking advantage of others by clever means!
"Who dares to hurt me...ahhh!"
The sleeping Rain Master ordered the weapon spirit to be forcibly awakened, and the dragon shadow rippled in the air with circles of water, but Ning Yangai's five fingers were like an insurmountable cage. No matter how it struggled, it could only
It was pulled out bit by bit from the top of Yi Lian Zhenban's head.
At this moment, two wisps of yellow smoke suddenly came from the left and right!
If Ning Yan felt something, he left Yi Lian Zhen Ban and retreated quickly. A stream of ink-colored light flashed by, and in a blink of an eye, he retreated to a dozen steps away.
And in his palm, at some point, there was a square glazed tablet engraved with dragon-shaped patterns!
Not far away, Jingtong's face was extremely solemn: "Have you ever heard of the Jingzhao Realm?"
Ning Yan bowed slightly: "I just heard a little bit."
Whether it's Silent Light or Supreme Bodhicitta, Zen Tantric Buddhism each has its own explanation. To him, it's just a name, and it's not worth paying too much attention to.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Jingtong narrowed his eyes, he was able to reach such a state at a young age. This is no longer as simple as having a relationship with Buddha...
This is the Reincarnated Buddha.
At least for a moment, he really had the intention of converting Ning Yan to Zen Buddhism.
But at the moment when Ning Yan brutally killed Yi Lian Zhenban, Jing Tong realized that he was wrong. This man did not look like the Buddha. He was simply a demon even worse than Bo Xun. People like Ning Yan, who wholeheartedly do good, might
You can become a saint who will be remembered forever, but if you fall into the devil's path, the consequences will be disastrous.
This child must not be kept alive. If he is not removed today, he will surely bring disaster to the world in the future!
Jing Tong no longer held back his hand, his body shape continued to change, and he caught up with Ning Yan in a few steps. He punched the head of his pocket, and the true energy of the fist condensed into a petaled lotus flower, and the Buddha's light was awe-inspiring.
It is also one of the most perfect skills, Lotus Heart Crossing Demon Fist!
Ning Yan seemed to have forgotten to dodge, and his attention was always on the opponent's steps.
Shrinking into an inch? Or is the mind endowed with magical powers?
Seeing as the speed is not slower than mine...
Until Jingtong's fist hit him, he didn't move even an inch. He just turned slightly sideways to avoid his vital points, allowing the opponent to beat most of his body into a bloody mist.
"The boxing skills are good."
Hearing Ning Yan's emotionless praise, Jing Tong frowned slightly, but did not rush to pursue the victory.
The moment he punched through Ning Yan's body, he clearly felt that his fist was a lot slower.
It's like being entangled in countless threads.
"You used this method to manipulate others before?"
"Sure enough, I can't hide it from Abbot Jingtong."
"If you want to use this trick to subdue me, I'm afraid the layman will be disappointed."
"Don't get me wrong, I don't dare to underestimate the abbot. This kind of half-baked magical power is only used to contain him."
Ning Yan spoke openly about his tactics. During the conversation, the Qianlong Pot continued to repair his body, and in the end only his shoulders were still empty.
There was no sign of discomfort on his face. He turned around slowly, and a drop of blood from the broken wound fell down, burning a large round hole on the steps.
It's actually hotter than magma!
It is said that after practicing the snake-dragon double-hand transformation to a deep level, each hand can manifest magical powers, and the two fists can be continuously transformed. Unfortunately, Ning Yan only has a fragment of the copy at hand, and it is difficult to complete the remaining content with just imagination.
But at this time, he had realized something better.
"Please give me some advice, abbot."
With a thought in Ning Yan's mind, countless tentacles of blood mist suddenly surged out from the fracture, and each one actually had fist energy condensed on it!
Molten Blood Heretic·Hundred Hands of Snake Dragon! If you like my narration, something is not quite right, please bookmark it: (www.sodu777.net) My narration is not quite right. Sodu Novel Network has the fastest update speed on the entire Internet.