Chapter 420: Seriously injured and met a monk

It was slapped with an understatement, but it was like Mount Tai pressing the top.

The Wu Earth Dragon Scale Shield was fully activated, and the Black Dragon Spirit Ring was fully activated. The dragon scale golden light formed a thick light column on Wuqi's body, and the black dragon scales were connected into a set of black armor on Wuqi's body. The low-grade spiritual weapon-level velvet rewarded by the ancestor Yuanhua moved with his heart, turning into clouds and smoke rising up, forming a cloud platform to block the thin and shriveled palms.

He pressed his palm slowly, but even Wuqi, who had already stimulated one of the eight horses, could not avoid it.

The golden light of the dragon scales disintegrated in all directions, the black dragon scales turned into black smoke and drifted. The Wu Earth Dragon Scale Shield and the Black Dragon Spirit Ring made a shrill scream at the same time. The two treasures burst into large rays of light at the same time, and then the light suddenly dimmed. The cloud platform transformed by the lower-grade spiritual weapon, the blue-clothed Taoist robe, was directly destroyed. Wuqi's clothes cracked into countless silk threads and slapped Wuqi's heart with his palm straight.

Pressing a palm, Wuqi groaned, and a blood arrow spurted out of his eyes at the same time. His body suddenly blurred, turning into a dazzling rainbow and leaving in an instant. Even the immortals who were moving rapidly in the distance did not have time to block his way. They only saw a rainbow of light across the sky and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The shriveled and thin palm slowly retracted, and the old and dry voice slowly said, "There are a few good things to protect, otherwise you would definitely die on the spot. However, if you were hit by me with a 'yin god palm', you will definitely die according to your cultivation. Humph, the one who killed you is the Zuosi Tian Yuzhe in Zhongzhou, Dayu!"

Wuqi rushed out of tens of thousands of miles by controlling one of the eight horses, and then immediately restrained his energy and plunged into the ground. The innate earth spirit escape technique was activated, and he turned into a ball of earth energy and rushed forward in a daze along several earth veins. He just pinched his handprint to perform earth escape, and then he was too lazy to care about what the scene was ahead of him, and rushed out all the way.

In a vague way, he heard the sound of Yu Yan. Zuo Sitian Yu Yan in Zhongzhou, Dayu, there is no doubt that this is Yu Yan, Yu Yan's family, and an extremely powerful elder of the family. The feeling he gave Wu Qi was several times stronger than the pressure put on him by Yu Yan.

The force on the palm was not strong, weighing about tens of thousands of pounds. Wuqi's body could definitely withstand such a blow. However, the strange evil power contained in the palm was like a vast ocean, suddenly burst into Wuqi's body. It was a huge evil power that was enough to burst Wuqi out a hundred times. It was a gloomy, evil evil, without any anger, and a sinister dead aura that was completely opposite to the flesh and blood vitality of humans.

This dead energy was madly devouring Wuqi's true energy, devouring his flesh and blood, devouring his meridians and bones, and devouring everything in his body. Wuqi felt like he was like a small mouse, but someone violently injected a ton of strong acid into his body, which could be melted into vanish at any time.

Fortunately, this dead energy had no choice but to do with the innate aura in Wuqi's body. Wuqi forced the innate aura in the meridians of both arms to form a fragile embankment in his body, protecting his almost disintegrating body. Even so, under the impact of the huge death energy that made Wuqi desperate, the nearly insignificant death energy still almost broke through the blockade of the innate aura several times, rushed into Wuqi's sea of ​​consciousness, arms and other real fatal keys.

Wuqi gritted his teeth and frantically extracted the innate essence from the innate Nascent Soul, turned it into the innate breath and flowed throughout his body, barely maintaining the balance of the body. But he knew in his heart that as long as the essence in the innate Nascent Soul was exhausted, he would be the end of his body and death.

Death energy, death energy, this damn death energy, such a huge death energy, is completely opposite to the vitality of human beings.

In despair, Wuqi suddenly shouted angrily: "Wuqi, you pig! This is clearly the ghost magic power taught by Zixuan!"

The ghost and god power inherited from Princess Chengle's mother's bloodline was like a clear spring flowing through Wuqi's heart. His perverted understanding immediately began to analyze the essence and grasp the most important part of the trick. He gritted his teeth and continued to activate the innate earth spirit escape technique, gritted his teeth and mobilized the last bit of free true energy, turning it into a gray and weird talisman that penetrated into his heart.

A low and evil spell sound came from Wuqi's mouth. The huge dead energy in Wuqi's body suddenly stagnated, just like the rushing sea suddenly frozen, and Wuqi's body, which was about to be broken, suddenly got a little chance to breathe. It was this time that the gray talisman swept away a small part of the dead energy and turned into a true energy that Wuqi could use. This true energy was about three times stronger than the part of the true energy used by Wuqi just now. Wuqi hurriedly pinched the seal and typed out three other runes.

The surging dead energy stagnated, like sticky dirt, stagnated and blocked in Wuqi's body. Wuqi shot out runes again and again, converting these dead energy into its own essence, like walking on a tightrope, wandering on the edge of life and death. Once the conversion rate cannot keep up, once any talisman sealing method makes a mistake, Wuqi will immediately be unable to control the explosion of dead energy and be swallowed up by the dead energy.

One after another, the secret techniques of ghosts and gods flowed through my heart. Wuqi quickly analyzed the mystery of these ghosts and mysterious techniques, found new runes from them and added them to a group of talismans and penetrated them into the body, controlling more dead energy. Gradually, the individual runes became a complete set of runes, and then formed a complete talisman, which turned into a small-scale talisman array, and finally became a powerful talisman, and even eventually became a three-dimensional talisman array ban.

He fled forward for half a month without sleep. With the speed of his escape technique, he had escaped countless tens of millions of miles. In the end, his body was shocked and he recovered his mind.

Thirty percent of the dead energy in his body had been dissolved, and the other 70% of the dead energy also lost the power of crazy erosion and devouring, and turned into a strange semi-solid energy that was as viscous as glue. Because of these accumulated dead energy, Wuqi's meridians were almost blocked, and the original surging true energy could no longer move, and was constantly assimilated by the dead energy.

Helplessly, Wuqi could only use the method of ghosts and gods that he had just understood to condense a complex talisman array the size of a fist in his body.

The power of ghosts and gods, not cultivating the Yuanying Yuanshen of the Golden Pill, is just a method of control and application. The more runes you master, the stronger the talismans you form; the more talismans you master, the stronger the talisman array you form; the more talisman arrays you master, the stronger the talisman array restrictions you form.

The gray talisman array emitted a faint white light floated between Wuqi's eyebrows, constantly extracting a trace of dead energy and integrating it into the talisman array. Now Wuqi's cultivation, apart from his strong body, his magical cultivation is only at the early stage of the Golden Pill. Although other fake infants and innate Yuanying can still be used, their meridians are all blocked. It takes a lot of effort to cast an ordinary fire talisman, and Wuqi is too lazy to lose his vitality to mobilize them.

Before comprehending all the ways of ghosts and gods taught by Princess Chengle and absorbing and transforming all the dead energy in his body, he is afraid that he can only maintain this state.

He vomited a few mouthfuls of blood in disappointment. Wuqi rushed out of the ground weakly, and appeared from a stream with a gray face, and staggered to the ground.

Eliminating the biggest explosion crisis, Wuqi then realized how much his body had been damaged. It was probably the same as the Jade Tak who had been hit twice by the thunder tribulation just now. Four or five spines were broken near the back heart, and more than a dozen ribs on his chest were cracked. His internal organs were invaded and devoured by death energy, and their volume was reduced. Now the internal organs were in great pain.

Other meridians, nerves, and blood vessels were greatly damaged, and a huge amount of dead energy was accumulated in the body. Although he no longer made trouble, he seemed to be a turtle trampled by hundreds of elephants, and he had no strength to move his fingers.

He lay on the ground and hummed a few times. Wuqi spitted blood from his mouth in small mouthfuls. This was the plasma formed by the internal organs being attacked by the dead air just now. Wuqi sighed without tears. The world of immortal cultivation was extremely dangerous, and this statement was true. Wuqi gritted his teeth secretly and remembered this name tightly.

"Old guy, wait and see. When I recover from my injury, I can't kill you, and I will strip away all your family's wealth!"

Wuqi gritted his teeth and was cruel. Suddenly, he saw two feet wearing straw sandals in front of him. Wuqi was shocked and hurriedly raised his head and looked along the soles of his feet. Straw sandals, bare feet, bare legs, a short monk's robe in gray burlap, with an upper body exposed, a monk's robe hanging on his shoulders, and a large basket was carrying a strong smell of herbs floating out of it. A basket of firewood was placed horizontally on the basket, which seemed to be about a hundred pounds.

This is a young monk who looks in his early twenties, with an ugly face, and his head is filled with scars after healing abscess. Even the scars of the stalk are blocked.

The monk put his hands together and bowed to Wuqi and said, "My Buddha is merciful, good, good, good. The donor is so difficult, how can the little monk ignore it? It is better to save a life than to build a seven-level pagoda. The little monk has built a twenty-first-level pagoda in the past few months. In the future, he will definitely be able to achieve the fruit of the Arhat karma. Good, good!"

Before Wuqi could speak, the monk grabbed Wuqi and hugged him horizontally in front of his chest. A faint auspicious cloud surged out from his feet. He hugged Wuqi and flew towards the valley ahead. While flying, the monk asked curiously: "Donor, are you robbed of wealth or robbed of lust? Why are you naked? It's strange, you are a man, is it that someone robbed of lust?"

Wuqi was confused. He looked down at his naked body with difficulty and almost fainted.

The voice of the Guhe Shangren suddenly rang in Wuqi's ears, and he seemed to be still there muttering:

"Friend Taoist, you have a destiny to be with me in Buddhism!"

Wuqi almost howled heart-wrenchingly: "I have no fucking fate with you Buddhism!"

In the remote green mountains and valleys in the distance, a small Zen temple exposed a corner of the eaves.

The sound of the bronze bell rang leisurely, the sound of wooden fish and the smell of sandalwood came to my face, and the sound of chanting scriptures like toothaches of monks quietly came to my ears.

The monk hugged Wuqi and flew straight into this small Zen temple that was about two acres, covering an area of ​​about two acres.
Chapter completed!