Seeing that the magic weapon monk was not seriously injured, he accepted his most powerful "Nine Heavens Photographing Mountain Five Thunder Technique" with his bare hands. Lu Zi beat his heart, and the guy turned out to be even more powerful than the monk had warned. If he was replaced by the Tiger King, fangs,
Chi Yan and the three of them had to shed their skin even if they were hit by five thunderbolts.
In full view of the public, who could not tolerate him cheating and slipping through, he shouted boldly: "Monk, come on!"
Silver thunder patterns appeared on the body, circling one on top of another, with great power. They rushed towards the condensed fist shadow that the monk punched in the air. They were a hundred feet away and would collide in the blink of an eye.
The donkey's body suddenly stopped suddenly, twisting its body and swinging its hips, and the shadows of its hooves were visible in the huge ball of light.
The spectator once said that the best defense is to attack. He used his talent of shadowless kicking to attack instead of defending. Only a smart ass like him would not stand stupidly and get beaten.
After fighting with the magic weapon monk, the donkey finally learned how powerful the magic weapon is.
He tried his best to kick six times in succession at an unprecedented speed, exerting all his strength, but still could not resolve the strange overlapping forces hidden in the fist shadow. He was hit hard on the right hip by the broken fist shadow.
Fortunately, he twisted at the critical moment, otherwise he would have been hit hard in the back of the buttocks.
"Peng", lightning splashed into the air, and the donkey rolled over a hundred feet and hit a low ridge below.
The rocks cracked, and half of the donkey's body was embedded in the mud and rocks, and it struggled to pull its body out.
"There is only one move left, leave it to me, the old pig. Silver Donkey King, please rest."
The tusked pig king rushed over and screamed, charging diagonally in the direction of the monk, whipping up a gust of black wind, and two tusks cut through the air and made a screaming sound.
The kings of the demon clan all know that their side is losing badly, so they can only use this method to make things right.
We can't stop the human monks, but if we allow three humans to enter the demon clan's territory and travel, it won't be a shame.
They will go to say hello to the fourth-level monsters in other territories.
"Silver Donkey King, are your balls not hurt by the shock?"
The Tiger King shouted with concern, staring at the donkey's swollen hindquarters, grinning unabashedly and gloating about the misfortune.
If something can be done for real, he agrees with the Donkey King in his heart.
"Damn it, if you keep barking, I'll be so angry that I'll vomit blood even if I'm not hurt."
Lu Zijin pretended to scream angrily. He didn't have any trouble. How could the remaining strength of that fist hurt his tempered body? He kept some caution and took advantage of the situation to pretend to be hit with the remaining strength of the punch.
He didn't want to exchange a second move with the monk. His hind hoof reached his leg and his legs were numb. That monk was so powerful that he probably wouldn't be able to block another punch.
Furthermore, since he is an outsider, his beauty will be destroyed by the forest wind, so it is better to have sympathy with him and get closer to other big demons.
He has long since passed the point of being impulsive and brainless.
The magic weapon monk over there stretched out his palm, pushed forward, and forcefully withstood the violent collision of the huge pig's head in the middle of the forehead. The two sides were in a stalemate in the space for a moment. The fanged pig king screamed and was knocked back more than ten feet. He gasped with eyes wide open.
Rough.
"Forget it, let's admit defeat. Our skills are inferior to others. The three of us can travel to the demon clan's territory."
The Tiger King spoke out to stop him, sparing the Tusk Pig King from unnecessary damage from a punch.
It is also to preserve strength and guard against sudden attacks by humans. Even though the possibility is extremely low, we have to guard against it.
Monk Fayuan stepped forward with a smile, put his hands together, saluted, and said some kind words to show his face. He was good at dealing with aftermaths, so he deliberately chatted with the donkey for a few more words. He knew how slippery the donkey was back then.
Before the donkey followed the Tiger King back, he called out: "Master Fayuan, come to my mansion to have a rest when you pass by the Demon Donkey Department. I will be your host."
Fayuan put his hands together and smiled and said: "I'll go chat now."
Seeing several big demons disappearing into the horizon, Fa Yuan extended his hand to invite them: "Mr. Lu, we can go wherever the demon clan's territory is."
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The magic weapon monk asked in a low voice: "Brother, that demon donkey from before has a strange aura?"
Fayuan said with a smile: "I taught Luzi the Diamond Lion Roaring Buddhist Technique. He learned it as soon as he learned it. Now he can superimpose six tones in one breath. He has never learned the Diamond Sutra."
The magic weapon monk was dumbfounded and said after a while: "It's so amazing!"
He couldn't understand how he could comprehend the Buddhist power of the Diamond Lion Roar without having studied the authentic Diamond Sutra?
This place in the Eastern Continent is really magical. A Taoist demon donkey knows Buddhism.
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Zhang Wenfeng walked around the yard holding the Xuanyuan Sword in both hands and said: "Zhuang Yu specially stayed with us to celebrate the New Year before going back. I'm not worried about him. His mood is very stable, and he is wandering around in the wind and rain outside.
After years of hard work, as long as you calm down and practice, it won't be a big problem to advance to the state of freedom step by step over a few years."
Shui Qingru followed behind and listened silently.
"Tie Jinglin, He He and the others have not suffered many major setbacks. They are used to smooth sailing, but they failed to pass the level. They suffered from Mengmei's upper body control of the soul, and their mood was damaged to make matters worse. You can take them out to sea and travel around thousands of miles.
You can go to the sea to search for minerals, dig for spiritual herbs, or find something to do."
"Yes, my disciple understands."
"I received a message from Master Fayuan earlier. He brought the magic weapon and Lu Yuan to the demon clan's territory. It will take about three to five months before they can be sent away."
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "He said that the son of Lu has moved in and out, and has become the donkey king of the demon clan. He has a territory of hundreds of miles. He can fight with the magic weapon monk and not fall behind. He is so powerful."
Shui Qingru chuckled and said, "Master Donkey, are you going to the Monster Clan to set up your own branch while Master is away from the sect?"
She knew that Master Donkey and Master had experienced countless life and death hardships, so she said this deliberately.
"He has become playful and has no restraints to play wildly. We will deal with him when we get back."
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head and said with a smile, based on his understanding of donkeys, the donkey was stuck in a pile of female donkeys and couldn't extricate himself, so that's fine, let Lu Zijin have fun and wait until he goes back to help the donkey calm down.
It is better to open up than to block, and let the donkey go as he pleases.
The water was clear and went down the mountain. Zhang Wenfeng held the bronze sword in both hands and continued to walk around to observe the sword and try to figure out the sword's intention. Under the early spring sunshine, the sword energy in the yard was dense and flickering wantonly.
The Mengmei old man hiding in the water droplets has been washed away by the power of different scriptures day and night for the past two months, and often falls into a deep sleep.
The black mist transformed by the dream charm slowly surged, becoming weaker and weaker day by day.
He was really worried that You Mengchang would lose his breath and lose his soul in his deep sleep, thus losing his chance to die.
A trace of consciousness left in the water droplet noticed that You Meng had woken up and re-condensed into a small human figure, and asked: "Fellow Daoist You, why don't you stop for a few days to cultivate your soul power?"
He can use his magic power to block the water-gathering beads on his wrist alone, so that his mind power does not affect the dream leader inside.
"Thank you, Taoist Zhang, for your kindness. I can't die, so please keep everything as usual."
You Mengchang heard a faint voice. No matter how much suffering he endured, it was worth it. As the impurities were eliminated bit by bit, he had already seen the hope of immortality. Perhaps, he could recover to the sixth level of cultivation within three hundred years.
"It's up to you."
Zhang Wenfeng stopped trying to persuade me, and everyone had their own persistence.
The old man in the water-gathering bead took advantage of his sobriety to seize the time to practice and recover.
The days passed by peacefully, and Zhang Wenfeng did not feel the silence. He could maintain his tranquility, practice without interruption every day, reap the benefits gradually, and enjoy himself leisurely.
The dreams inside the beads became less and less when they were awake, and slowly slid towards the edge of falling into the realm.