The distant mountains are connected and the blue sky is elegant.
High on the cliff, the waterfall hangs down, forming a wide and shallow river, flowing over the rocky beach.
The water light disappeared until it was deep in the bamboo forest several miles away and turned around the mountain col.
On the bank of the river, six figures were sitting or standing.
“Does the guidance left by Brother Yang’s teacher really point to this place?”
Mr. Chen saw a ray of divine light flying out from Yang Ziwen before, and then there was a change in the "Eternal Blue Blood Curse". It was obvious that there was an expert behind the other party, and there was a bit more respect and warmth for Yang Ziwen in his tone. .
But they have searched this place repeatedly and can't find anything special, so they are really worried about waiting.
Yang Ziwen said: "The last bit of green blood true fire, the induction given to me did fall within this range, and didn't Zen Master Zhijie also come here when he saw that bit of fire falling from the sky?"< br>
In addition to the five people who were together because of the betting incident, the sixth person here is none other than Monk Zhijie.
His black hair was smooth, his white clothes were simple, and he was playing rosary beads in his hand. He was very patient, and his expression was calm, without any trace of anxiety or anxiety.
"The young monk was nearby at the time and did see the Jade Blood True Fire falling. However, the True Fire had not yet completely landed on the ground. It was circling in the air. There seemed to be some hesitation, and finally it dissipated directly in mid-air."
Yang Ziwen smiled and said: "Master is really good-tempered. You have given me this detailed description and explanation three times." They listened."
Zen Master Zhijie: "Amitabha, life and death are at stake, it is human nature to be unable to calm down."
Yang Ziwen asked: "Is the meditation mantra also practiced by the master?"< br>
“No, the young monk is reciting the Sutra of Rebirth in Utmost Bliss for All Meritful Beings.”
Zen Master Zhijie said seriously, "The more you recite this sutra, it is said that the more comfortable you will be in your next life. The young monk is also afraid of what may happen, so he seizes the time and recites it several times. Would several donors want to recite it together?"
Yang Ziwen looked really interested, so he walked over and asked him for advice.
“According to the master’s description, the area where the true fire circled and hesitated at that time was a hundred feet in radius.”
Prince Darren thought about it and said, “We have already covered this hundred feet. I searched and found nothing. Is it possible that it will be there? Deeper underground?”
Mr. Chen’s eyes lit up and he said: “Yes, the sky is blocked, maybe the special node where you can escape is hidden underground. The senior gave his apprentice instructions for survival. You can never go wrong with it.”
Feng Jiazi said: "But the real fire dissipated too early, and he can't contact the senior now. It's a hundred feet wide. Where should we start digging to dig out something?"
Harlan Mirror looked at Yang Ziwen: "Yang Brother doesn’t seem to be keen on this matter?”
“Sigh.”
Yang Ziwen sighed, as if he didn’t want to say more, but he was very concerned about being involved in this matter. After holding in the pressure for a while, I finally spoke out.
“Half of my master’s guidance may indeed be beneficial, and the other half may be a more troublesome pitfall.”
"When we were rummaging just now, we thrust our palms towards the ground with all our strength and felt the reverberation of the palm force. We were able to detect at least one or two feet deep into the ground, but nothing unusual was found."
"In my heart My premonition is already leaning towards the latter possibility."
Zen Master Zhijie interjected: "The little monk’s palm power. The reverberation is more than two feet deep, but there is indeed no discovery."
Harlan Mingjing nodded and said: "So that's it. Instead of using up your power, it's better to conserve your energy to prepare for changes and hope in the general. Let’s go.”
Everyone was silent for a while, except for the faint sound of Zen Master Zhijie who continued to recite scriptures.
The river flows gurglingly, and the long wind blows through the bamboo forest, bringing a fresh smell that relieves boredom, but cannot relieve the worries in my mind.
Prince Darren suddenly smiled and made a hole in the ground with a backhand palm.
Everyone was surprised, and Harlan Mingjing said: "What are you?"
"Since I have nothing to do, let me bet my luck on myself."
As Prince Darren spoke, he slapped him again, further deepening the hole.
"Choose a location at random and don't waste your energy too much. As long as you can't escape, just keep exploring and see what the result will be."
Mr. Chen's expression was complicated: "You really like gambling. "
While he was talking, he couldn't help but look around, wanting to find a place to try his luck.
Luck, luck, and the way of luck have existed since ancient times, and there are different opinions. It is said that there are some secret inheritances in the world that are good at interfering with this aspect.
For the realm of the ladder, talking about this is still a bit vague, but when there is no other way, gambling on luck may be a hope.
But at this time, it was beyond the perception range of these six young masters.
Six figures also appeared in the shadows of the thick green bamboos, one person and five puppets.
One of the black-armored puppets, the pearl on the chest flickered slightly.
Taichang stretched out his finger and lightly drew two strokes on the surface of the pearl, projecting a figure that was only the size of a palm. The sound emitted by the figure was also low but clear.
“Taichang, I finally contacted you!”
Lin Ze's voice came, "Mo Changkong is dead and his compass was taken away. I suspect that the other party will use our compass to contact Dongye and Shentu to take measures."
"But Shentu Didn't arrive, and there was another one on the Higashiye Compass The new direction, after we met on the road, was changed to the same direction as on my compass. "
"It is also the place where the person who killed Mo Changkong went,"
said. At this point, the figure changes, showing a compass projection.
“The new direction that Dongye didn’t go to must have been explored by me.”
Taichang glanced at the projection, "That is to say, now our compasses all show the same direction, which is the last location."
Lin Ze Yixi: "It means that you also Are you nearby? Okay, then see if you can explore first and get the things directly. If it's too late, the three of us combined and fifteen puppets will be enough to kill the three of them and grab it. Return the treasure."
"Three?"
Taichang said in a subtle tone, "Isn't it six? And they have already turned the entire area into a mess!"
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Lin Ze's voice paused: "No, the person we are following hasn't arrived yet. Are you saying there are already people at this location? Could it be that something happened over there at Shentu?"
Taichang frowned, glanced at the six people in the distance, tilted his head and asked, "What are the traces of the battle where Mo Changkong was killed?"
Lin Ze considered it for a moment: "He died very quickly."
"In this way... you focus on tracking with all your strength, I'll keep track of it."
Taichang explained, extinguished the projection, stretched out his hand and pointed forward, beside him The five puppets, as still as stone, suddenly moved into action.
These bamboos are not thin bamboos that grow closely together, but thick moso bamboos, up to four or five inches thick and six or seven feet high. When they grow, they are quite spaced apart from each other.
When the five machine puppets moved, they did not touch any bamboo. The sound of stepping on the ground was only a short and slight muffled sound because the ground was wet and soft.
At this time, there is still a faint flow of light in the lines engraved on the machine puppet's face, joints, and breastplate.
The next moment, the light disappeared, and even the tiniest sound disappeared completely.
Compared to the other machine puppets, when Taichang controlled these five machine puppets, he was able to evenly distribute the blessing power induced by the formation.
After the initial adaptation of the five puppets, the essence of heaven and earth and their sense of existence weakened and restrained. The light around them was distorted and their movements disappeared.
Even the intuition of ladder masters will be blurred.
It was like five slightly twisted transparent smoke. It was only a few miles away just now, but suddenly it was within a hundred feet.
When Tai Chang was in the Three Continents of the West, he once used this skill to go deep into a certain sect, and in one encounter, he killed a leader of the true form realm sect who had experienced hundreds of battles.
However, just when the five lines of smoke reached within a hundred feet, the sound of Zen Master Zhijie chanting sutras suddenly stopped.
Yang Ziwen was beside him and suddenly noticed that the sleeve of Zen Master Zhijie's right hand bulged.
At that moment, the monk's wrist seemed to have five palms growing on it. The weird scene disappeared in a flash, but five loud noises were suddenly heard fifty feet away.
Yang Ziwen's people were shocked. They were all on guard and turned to look.
I saw five black-armored puppets, hitting the ground heavily and rumbling forward.
That was not a special attack move, but because the five puppets were running at extremely high speeds.
The toes of each puppet's right foot were hit by a sudden force.
They sprinted too fast. At the most subtle timing, under such influence, the bodies of the five puppets were almost unbalanced at the same time. They threw themselves forward heavily and rolled out. Only then did such a huge sound come from the ground. ring.
What hit them was the power of five palms.
——"Huang Zhong Daying's Magic Hands"!
Legend has it that in the Middle Ages, among the mountains in the southwest, there was a Tongshan mountain range that collapsed for dozens of miles due to the earth dragon turning over, shaking and disintegrating.
To the east, in Luodu, tens of thousands of miles away, there was a copper bell made from copper from the Tongshan Mountain. It rang without collision for three days and three nights. The bell sounded with great force, alerting the world.
The bronze bell is not a magic weapon, but it naturally matches a little inspiration between heaven and earth. Tens of thousands of miles apart, I feel the vibration transmitted from Tongshan.
After reading this allusion, the senior monks of Baima Temple in Jingangya had a deep understanding and created the "Huang Zhong Daying Chuan Dharma Hands".
When Buddha taught the Dharma, the Dharma was transmitted through mountains and rivers, vegetation, dust and fireworks, or between copper and iron walls, with almost no loss.
Just like "Tongshan collapses in the west, Luo Zhong responds in the east", the sound of the collapse of Tongshan was completely released in another form of sound on the Huang Zhong tens of thousands of miles away.
The unique Qi and unique techniques developed in this martial arts can minimize useless losses when the skill is transmitted outwards.
Normally speaking, if a master at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Ladder could injure someone with air force alone, the effective killing range would only be about thirty feet.
Beyond this range, the palm force has weakened to the point where it may not even break a brick.
However, Zen Master Zhijie’s palm force was able to shake the figure of a machine puppet when struck from a distance of fifty feet.
It was precisely because of his profound understanding of power transmission that he was able to keenly capture the point where the soles of the puppets' feet touched the ground while they were running. Microvibration.
However, Zen Master Zhijie, who was so enlightened, showed off his skills and made great achievements in one fell swoop, retreated suddenly after making that move.
He was originally sitting on a big rock, among the lightning and flint. When he stood up and retreated, there was an additional footprint on the big rock.
Taichang stepped on the big stone. The stone was not broken or cracked, but it completely sank into the ground.
The powerful, complete, and dedicated reaction force generated by this phenomenon made Taichang, who was already so fast as if there was no shadow, explode at an even more terrifying speed in an instant.
Zen Master Zhijie clearly saw that the air was even like thick water waves, rippling out layer by layer from this person's face and body.
His eyes were extremely solemn, and with an expression as if he was praying to Buddha for the first time or the last time in his life, he inevitably pushed with both palms, forcefully catching Taichang's two palms.
For people in the true form realm, after practicing courage, the effective range of the air force will also reach a new level, but that is because the internal force becomes more condensed, the sense of existence becomes stronger, and the enemies become more powerful. It's easy to guard against.
The reason why Zen Master Zhijie's current palm power can be transmitted extremely far is entirely due to the ingenious route of internal strength and the exquisite technique. During the transmission process, there is minimal interference with external objects and minimal loss.
Therefore, the process of palm power transmission is silent, invisible and more concealed than any hidden weapon.
He is just at the ladder level. In terms of strength alone, compared with the five machine puppets who share the essence of heaven and earth, he has no advantage over any of them.
The reason why the five puppets were able to lose control and hit the ground in one fell swoop was due to the timing and the concealment of the palm skills.
However, in the face of Taichang who was so close at hand, Zen Master Zhijie had no chance to bring out his greatest advantage in palm skills.
Boom! ! ! !
The moment the four palms collided, the golden eagle rosary wrapped around Zen Master Zhijie's wrist suddenly emitted a golden light and spread all over his body, as if it had been painted with a layer of gold paint.
But the next moment, Zen Master Zhijie’s palm power was completely defeated, and the dark gold luster all over his body was covered with cracks, and he flew backwards nearly thirty feet away.
Behind him was the river, and this time the collision caused him to tilt and tear the entire river.
For a moment, the already wide and shallow river stopped flowing, revealing the broken rocks at the bottom of the river, and then exploded into large waves like high walls.
Even with the full protection of the magic weapon, after Zen Master Zhijie landed on the other side, deep ravines were still plowed under his feet, and the cracked gold paint on his body was completely blown away.
His eyes and ears were bleeding, his mouth was red from vomiting, he was stroking his chest, and he couldn't breathe for a while.
One move, another move.
Showing off your power is one move, and so is defeat!
From the sudden appearance of divine power to the tragic retreat, Yang Ziwen, who was originally beside the Zen master, had not had time to blink once.
But before he finished blinking, the flying knife had already shot out.
This knife struck directly at the knee of Taichang's left leg.
There is a large tendon in this part of the human knee, which is also a location on the human body that is easily bent by force.
Taichang's left leg, the one that just stepped on the boulder and rushed forward, must be in a state where the old strength has been exhausted and the remaining strength has not been regenerated at this moment.
For those who can practice flying knives, the timing of their attacks is always a stroke of genius.
But when the flying knife was shot out, Taichang's left leg also bent forward like a prophet.
The speed of this turn was fast enough, and the timing was just right. As a result, the flying knife did not seem to have hit the opponent, but was caught in the crook of the knee as if the knife was sheathed.
The tip of the knife may have barely broken through the body's protective energy and the tough layer of clothing, but it could not continue to break through Taichang's skin.
Because he had already turned back, changed direction, straightened his left leg, and directly bounced away the flying knife that had also been deflected and was at the end of the crossbow.
The moment he spun around, Yang Ziwen folded his arms and was hit by a palm. He only flew about five feet away, but he felt severe pain in all his bones and fell to the ground, unable to straighten his back.
Taichang's palm can only be regarded as a slap that he used to turn around after blasting Zhijie away. The force is less than half that of attacking Zhijie.
Unfortunately, Yang Ziwen's ability to withstand the blow was far inferior to that of Zen Master Zhijie, and he was not able to rely on lengthening the distance to mitigate the impact.
At this time, the other four people who were a little further away finally came to kill them.
The opponent's attack was so fierce that although they had not yet attacked them, they subconsciously felt that their lives had been threatened. They instinctively resisted without even thinking of escaping.
Yes, they were the attacking party, or even the siege, but at least three of them had thoughts that were close to a death struggle.
Only Darren is different, but Prince Darren has already activated the secret technique of violent blood as soon as he takes action.
Prince Darren has long felt that the young monk Zhijie is a powerful opponent, his skills are superb and unfathomable, and he originally thought of finding an opportunity to compete.
I never expected that a character with such a thorough understanding of force transmission would be forced to give up his strengths and shoulder the attack in the second move.
For such an enemy, if he does not use the violent blood secret technique immediately, he is afraid that he will not even have the chance to use this secret technique in the future.
When Taichang saw Prince Darren, his face could not help but be slightly moved, and his body suddenly shone brightly, also with a blood-red light.
The ground, water flow, and surrounding scenery are all rendered in blood-red color.
Within fifty feet, there is condensed leather energy!
The four masters are all trying their best to attack. They are surrounded by powerful energy and condensed leather energy, but they cannot directly restrict their actions.
But it can harden the air in their path and slow them down.
Prince Darren rushed the fastest, his momentum undiminished.
After experiencing the battle with Su Hanshan, his mastery of the secret technique of violent blood has improved again.
The effect of Ningguang Leqi on him in this state is minimal.
But Taichang took this opportunity to move away from him, suddenly divided into three, and exchanged blows with the other three people in succession.
The person who seriously injured Zen Master Zhijie was Snowstorm Foot Tong and Tiger Roaring Tyrant Mountain Palm!
Now the fists, swords, and arms of Harlan Mingjing and the others, who are all using their magical weapons, are all in contact with... Wen Tao's hundred-fold hands!
(End of this chapter)