"I've heard for a long time that Li Gongtian's "Sun Xuan Flame Ming Jue" is fierce and domineering. I saw it today. It's really extraordinary."
A crack suddenly opened in the void behind Dai Yangqiu, and three people slowly walked out of it.
The man in the middle is dressed as a monk, wearing a seven-jeweled cassock. He has an unusually handsome face, speaks softly, has a slight smile on his lips, and is so kind that he cannot bear any hostility.
Dai Yangqiu did not dare to take it lightly.
He does have a bit of a bad reputation in the world, but that was thirty or forty years ago. Since he entered the Wude Division, he has rarely had opportunities to take action in the outside world. This person revealed his skills with just one word.
It seems that the situation in Guishui Prison has been investigated clearly.
The person who came here is not kind...
"You haven't answered my question yet, how did you get in!"
Mozang laughed and said: "They are just some roosters and dog thieves, not worth mentioning."
Cui Xiaoniang, who was beside him, was not so good-tempered. She frowned and said, "No need to talk to him. Time is running out. Let's make a quick decision!"
"Eh~ That's a bad statement. If you can avoid taking action, you should try not to take action. We are here to save people, not to kill."
Save people?
Dai Yangqiu glanced at Sikong Jian, who had just been sent in recently, and he suddenly had a suspicion in his mind.
"Are you from Wusheng Cult?"
"Wearing a tube head helps your eyesight."
"Si Tianjian is searching for you all over the world, but you still dare to come to our door!"
Mozang clasped his hands together and bowed, looking very humble: "We have no intention of becoming an enemy of Wu Desi, but my old friend was seriously injured and may not be able to endure the pain of prison. This trip is just to take him out for treatment and wait for him to be injured.
Once it heals, it will naturally be returned. I wonder if it would be convenient to wear a tube head."
Of course, Dai Yangqiu couldn't believe the bullshit that he was sending him back, so he spat hard: "Bah! Where is the prison where you are serving as Wude Si!"
However, just as he was about to take action, his vision became inexplicably blurry, as if a stone had been thrown into the calm water, and the surrounding scene was shaking from side to side like a reflection in the water.
In an instant, the world was spinning.
Dai Yangqiu subconsciously covered his forehead, and a strong sense of dizziness ensued. Even though he tried hard to hold on to the altar, he had little effect.
As time passed, the three people in his sight began to appear as double figures, and faint whispers seemed to be heard from all directions at the same time.
"Please wear a tube and take a nap for a while, and let me wait..."
The whispers became more and more ethereal, and Dai Yangqiu could hardly hear the second half of what was being said. His head felt dizzy, and the flow of Qi in his body became increasingly restricted.
He held on to the last glimmer of clarity, raised his sword and touched his left eye. The aura between heaven and earth suddenly became colored. Through his left eye, he saw strands of yellow smoke constantly entering his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
.
The source of all this is the tall woman wearing a mask hiding behind the young monk.
She... seemed to have appeared with those two people?
Dai Yangqiu suddenly came back to his senses. He obviously saw her at the first moment, but when he moved his eyes away slightly, he unconsciously forgot about her existence.
Damn it, have you lived a comfortable life for too long? You don’t even have this vigilance. You are really not as good as an eighth- or ninth-grade martial artist...
Bang.
The tall figure suddenly fell down, stirring up dust on the ground.
Mozang clapped his hands proudly: "Look, I just said you don't have to do anything."
"Really let him go?"
"Otherwise. Do you think I am a murderer? After all, I am also a Zen practitioner."
While the two were talking, Wenxiang Bodhisattva had already walked to the prison where Sikong Jian was being held, and was about to open the cell door. Unexpectedly, a flash of light flashed out of the cell door, and several sparks flew out.
Cui Xiaoniang reacted very quickly. She pulled Wenxiang Bodhisattva away and couldn't help scolding: "Get out of here, don't get in the way!"
Wenxiang Bodhisattva knew that he was in the wrong and was so silent that he stepped aside. Cui Xiaoniang snorted coldly and walked to the cell door alone.
She first carefully observed the keyhole, and then patted it three times with her palms in the east and south directions.
The unpretentious iron fence seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. The original rust color gradually disappeared, reflecting the mysterious brilliance of obsidian under the light. At the same time, seven or eight purple spirit patterns appeared on it. The spirit patterns flowed by themselves, which was mysterious.
Mozang stepped forward and asked: "Can it be solved?"
"Huantian Sect's trick, a quarter of an hour."
Cui Xiaoniang squatted down so that she could clearly see the changes in the mechanism patterns in the keyhole. Her spiritual thoughts stretched into the core like tiny tentacles, intending to forcefully break the lock.
The Huantian Sect likes to carve spiritual patterns into spiritual patterns. It is of little use just to obtain the key from Dai Yangqiu. They also need to cooperate with the corresponding orders to open the door.
Even if Dai Yangqiu's mouth is really pried open, how to distinguish the authenticity of the order is another headache.
It is better to do less than to do more. Since there is a sure way, there is no need to add unnecessary complications.
However, Cui Xiaoniang was destined to not be able to achieve her wish tonight. Before she could untie the third round of the talisman, a deep chill suddenly ran down her spine.
what……
Her pupils shrank, and when she turned around, the billowing hot wind with the smell of anxiety rushed towards her.
boom!!
A huge, red-hot hammer hit her at her original position. The powerful impact did not stop, creating substantial circles of air waves on the iron bars, shaking the entire prison.
!
The silver-white afterimage flashed past, and Cui Xiaoniang jumped three or four feet in one breath before stopping, looking towards the prison door in shock.
If she was delayed one moment longer, her brain would burst.
"Mozang, didn't you say it was solved!!"
Mozang was also a little confused by the sudden turn of events and turned around to look.
Dai Yangqiu still closed his eyes, but his Dharma Appearance has not dissipated. The true energy is constantly pouring into those two exaggeratedly large bronze arms, and his body is half suspended in the air. Now it seems that the Dharma Appearance is controlling him.
The body fights back.
To be more precise, those two arms are simply his incarnation.
"Hiss, you didn't say that his Dharma appearance has reached the finishing point."
"My mother! Do you think I know everything?"
Cui Xiaoniang only had time to curse, but the giant hammer attacked her again, so she had to continue to use her body skills, jumping up and down in the sky prison, which was very embarrassing.
Bang, bang, bang.
Each blow of the giant hammer was as fast as the wind, almost hitting Cui Xiaoniang several times. The prisoners in Guishui Prison had not seen such an exciting scene for a long time. They were so excited that they shook the iron bars and made piercing screams.
It was as if they were never prisoners locked up in a sky jail, but guests watching the cockfight in the hook pen.
Mozang looked at the lively scene around him and couldn't help but marvel.
Where are the talents found...
"Mozang! Don't be in a daze, think of a solution quickly!"
"Then beg me."
"尻your mother!尻..."
The yelling and cursing suddenly stopped, and Cui Xiaoniang devoted herself to a new round of escape.
Mozang shrugged. There was no deep bond between him and Cui Baizhi in the first place. Instead, Cui Baizhi made a lot of contributions to the altar every year and considered himself superior to others. He always looked down on other altar leaders in his heart.
When Qinghua Altar was wiped out, even though he had no close friendship with Riitu Hou, he helped settle the remnants. After Sikong Jian was captured, even though he knew that Sikong Jian's cultivation had been abolished and lost its value, he never gave up.
The idea of rescue. In Mozang's view, everyone is a poor person who has come together because of a common belief, and should help each other.
If people are blindly divided into three, six or nine grades because of their cultivation or class differences, then what is the difference between them and the superior rot flies and insects like Da Zhou?
Let this arrogant woman suffer some hardships to temper her temper, so that we can work together with less friction in the future.
"Is there any way you can open his hand?"
Wenxiang Bodhisattva was observing the battle situation attentively. When he heard Mozang's question, he was stunned for a moment. He tilted his head and pointed at Cui Xiaoniang. The lines on the mask outlined a confused expression.
(⊙_⊙)
"Don't worry about her, she can run two more laps without losing a piece of meat." Mozang waved his hand and repeated: "I'm asking you, do you have a way to open his hand?"
He noticed that although Dai Yangqiu's Dharma form had two arms, he always used only one arm to attack, while the other arm clenched his fist.