Chapter 120: Free and Easy Xukun, the Great Sun Tathagata
The emperor left, as if he had been freed from the shackles, and Mo Wendao could finally use his fists and kicks without any scruples.
With his feet on the Yu Step, his right hand was clenched into a fist, making a bird-grabbing gesture. The agitated Ice Soul Qi rippled out from his body, turning a hundred meters outside the Jinluan Palace into an area of ice, blocking all Pudu Cihang's retreat routes.
Ten steps later, the old eunuch suddenly stepped forward. The hammering technique, which seemed to be wide open and wide, was not as strong and strong as expected, but there was a soft and subtle force that invaded the limbs and five bones.
It's hard to guard against.
The centipede spirit was also very brave and had no intention of dodge. With his six-foot-long golden body and powerful mysterious light, he was able to survive without any injuries.
"Finally I caught you."
There was no joy or sadness in his words, but Pudu Cihang's five fingers, as dry as twigs, firmly grasped Mo Wendao's arm. At the same time, a big sun appeared in the palm of his hand, and he turned his hand towards the old eunuch Tianling Seal.
"How brave!"
When Mo Wendao faced a crisis, he still had the same calm look on his face. His breath turned into ice, and two hidden arrows made of ice soul energy went straight into Pudu Cihang's eyes.
At the same time, the right hand that was tightly grasped suddenly felt like a slippery snake. After several attempts to release its force, it suddenly swam out of the centipede's claws, tiptoed, and immediately retreated backwards.
"Does the old gelding only know how to play these little tricks?"
Pudu Cihang, who was eager to escape and chase Emperor Zhengde, looked increasingly impatient after being escaped from Mo Wendao's hands several times by his loach-like movements.
Close your eyes and use your eyelids to block the two blasts of ice energy that are better than nothing.
Seeing that Emperor Zhengde was about to escape from the palace, he no longer played the cat-and-mouse game patiently, and Pudu Cihang suddenly used his strength to soar above the imperial city.
The cassock hunts automatically when there is no wind.
"If you retreat from this situation, I can spare your life. If you still don't know how to praise me, I will cut you off first, and then I will take away the emperor's destiny from the emperor's son. Don't say it without saying anything. Preliminary.”
There is a sinister and murderous intent in his words.
But the old eunuch who was his enemy gradually straightened his rickety back.
Waves of coldness escaped from the feet, turning into steps, holding Mo Wenwen step by step as they floated into the air.
He never spoke, but his attitude was already clear.
"Amitabha~"
Seeing that the old eunuch still looked indifferent, Pudu Cihang finally lost his patience.
With his hands clasped together, it was as if he was entering deathly silence, as if it were just a puddle of stagnant water, not showing any joy or anger.
Having been prepared for a long time, Mo Wenwen slowly pulled out a pair of clean hands carved from cold jade from his sleeves and waited solemnly.
In the empty palace, only the crackling sound of the lone fire licking the carved beams and the long and distant breathing of the two people were left.
Coming!
Gradually, bursts of Sanskrit sounds sounded in my ears, from shallow to deep, from quiet to noisy.
An indescribable terror suddenly haunted the old eunuch, as if it was trying to forcefully erase his will, force him to surrender, and make him become a human being.
The pores all over his body were trembling, and he slapped his palm to the ground almost without thinking.
The powerful magic power instantly exploded the ground paved with bluestone tiles into pieces, and the splashing tiles and rocks shot toward Pudu Cihang with a huge roar.
It turned out that Mo Wenwen saw something was wrong and immediately wanted to use more noise to cover up the seemingly all-pervasive Sanskrit sound.
The sputtered gravel had not even reached three inches in front of the centipede's body before it was completely consumed by the body-protecting golden light.
Even though the noise created by Mo Wendao could be heard clearly even outside the Daming Palace, he still couldn't resist the pervasive demonic sound that penetrated his ears.
Such a scene could not be more clumsy.
The old eunuch's sleeves moved like flowing clouds caressing the water, and behind him there was a huge object leaping out of the sky, covering the sky and the sun.
The huge mouth opened and it easily swallowed up the Sanskrit sound that filled the sky. Not only that, the big fish flicked its tail, and even continued to bite towards Pudu Cihang without finishing its intention.
But if he doesn't move, he will be shocked at every turn.
"Boom~"
Just like a sunset, the dazzling golden light makes people unable to open their eyes.
When the light went down, I saw a Buddha statue about the same size as the big fish holding it up.
In the center of the Dharma image is Pudu Cihang with a shocked look on his face.
"Everyone knows that Mr. Mo can kill Dharma ministers with his flying ice needles. Who would have expected that his ability to ballast is actually a serious Taoist Kung Fu."
"Xukun Dharma? This is something recorded in Zhuang Sheng's Xiaoyao policy back then. Who would have thought that that thing would actually fall into the hands of the royal family now? You guys really hid it well enough!"
Zhuang Sheng is the second Taoist being who transcends the way of heaven after the Taoist ancestors.
At that time, a volume of "Xiaoyao Policy" written in handwriting was fought over by many Buddhists and Taoists. Unexpectedly, after thousands of years, it ended up in the hands of the secular royal family.
It’s really unpredictable!
After his trump card was exposed, Mo Wenwen was already prepared.
There was no longer any need to pretend to be cold and solemn in showing off his true energy, and the old eunuch's entire aura had changed.
It's like a vast ocean that embraces all things.
"Since you want me to show my true abilities, ancestor, you can stay here today."
After saying that, her beautiful hair was flying, and the abyss-like magic power in her body was flowing unreservedly.
The virtual Kun above his head made a soundless scream, flipped and fluttered, and actually used this world as an ocean, galloping wantonly.
Faced with such a huge beast, Pudu Cihang would naturally not say that he would just take advantage of it.
The founder of Dalun Temple was a being who was almost transcendent and ascended back then. The Tathagata Dharma that he stole from Dalun Temple was not as subtle as Zhuang Sheng's legacy, but it was almost the same.
As his thoughts turned, a demon-conquering pestle suddenly appeared in the hand of the Great Sun Tathagata. However, he ignored Xu Kun's bite and smashed the top door of the big fish's dharma image.
The two are fighting, and every collision is a surge of magic power. The magnificent Daming Palace beneath them has been turned into powder before long.
Once again, Pudu Cihang used his strength to tear off a piece of flesh and blood from Xu Kun's body, and a devilish smile appeared on Pudu Cihang's face.
"If the yin pole generates the yang, turning the Kun into a Peng, I will be in trouble today for no reason, but now, hehe..."
As soon as he finished speaking, something unexpected happened suddenly.
The Tathagata's Dharma and Xukun's Dharma were fighting fiercely in mid-air. Unexpectedly, Pudu Cihang's aura changed, and the Buddha's robe was torn by the growing body.
However, a moment later, a centipede as thick as a Dharma image was entrenched within the palace wall, and its mountain-like body swept directly towards Mo Wendao's body.
"How... how is it possible?!"
He was hit unprepared, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. The old manager felt that most of his bones were broken, and he had to retreat hundreds of meters to be able to relieve this huge force.
His breath suddenly weakened, and he looked at the other party with a look of disbelief, no longer as calm as before.
"You have been tolerated by the fate of the country. How can you still dare to use your true form in the capital? Aren't you afraid that your fate will backfire and a thunderstorm will kill you?"