"Haha...hahaha..." Xie Baiting laughed to the sky.

The laughter was like thunder, and the entire palace was trembling.

The guards were suddenly nervous, and the palace maid, eunuch, concubine, and empress dowager who were sleeping were awakened in all kinds of shock.

Song Yunge stared at him coldly.

I really underestimated the soul outside the sky. After such a severe setback, I can recover as soon as I did.

This has incredible power.

Looking at Xie Baiting’s thrilling spirit and recovering as before is really hopeless and depressed.

It seems that no matter how hard he tries hard, it is not worth mentioning to him, just like an ant shaking a tree, in vain.

"Amitabha!"

The nine monks proclaimed the Buddha's name, wiped away the blood from the corners of their mouths, sat cross-legged again, and lowered their eyes.

"Bangbangbangbangbang..." The wooden fish rings at a unique rhythm, and then the sound of chanting scriptures follows. The sound of the wooden fish merges with the sound of chanting scriptures, forming a unique force that infects people's hearts.

The golden sword spiraled and exuded the sword energy and stabbed into the round beads.

This time, it was no longer effective.

The ball rotating at high speed not only resolves the rotation of the golden sword, but also eliminates the sword energy, but instead absorbs the sword energy to strengthen itself.

The nine monks' chanting scriptures and knocking on wooden fish not only did not damage the round beads, but instead nourished and repaired it.

Seeing this, Song Yunge hurriedly said, "Masters, stay!"

The nine monks ignored it and continued to lower their eyes, chanting scriptures while knocking on the wooden fish, making peace and quiet.

"Hahahaha..." Xie Baiting laughed uncontrollably.

The nine strings of Buddhist beads on his neck swayed with the laughter.

Song Yunge frowned and looked at Xie Ziying.

Xie Ziying held him, bit her red lips and shook her head gently, indicating that she could not stop the nine monks.

Except for the words of the father, the words of others are indifferent to the nine eminent monks and are ignored.

This is called concentration, and it is also the cultivation of mind and nature.

Song Yunge shook his head, suddenly formed seals with his hands, and his tongue burst into tears with spring thunder, "Du!"

The nine monks came to an abrupt end.

Their hands that knocked on Muyu stopped in the air, but they didn't knock it for a long time, with a blank expression.

Xie Baiting, who had been sitting on the ground and laughing wildly while slapped the ground, stopped and looked at Song Yunge blankly.

Song Yunge said slowly: "My monks, there is no need to waste your time, let me do it!"

He signaled Xie Ziying, and Xie Ziying looked at him firmly. Seeing his firm expression, he nodded to himself, and could only support Song Yunge to Xie Baiting, blocking between the nine great monks and Xie Baiting.

Song Yunge looked down at Xie Baiting.

Xie Baiting recovered at this time, withdrew his hand that was slapping Baiyu's floor and said coldly: "Gu Xian, who are you?"

Song Yunge smiled: "Who does the second prince think I am?"

"You are definitely not Gu Xian, Gu Xian doesn't have such ability!" Xie Baiting said coldly and looked at Xie Ziying: "Sixth sister, where is your intelligence? Can't you tell that this is a fake?"

Song Yunge smiled and said, "The second prince, thank you for the princess, I have obtained a secret book to practice successfully, so I can block the attack of the second prince's soul!"

Xie Ziying looked at him thoughtfully.

She guessed it was probably the secret to the martial arts hall.

The secrets of the martial arts hall are profound and mysterious, and this book reaches the realm of the Sword God.

But the so-called rare things are precious. No matter how many precious secrets she wants to succeed in her cultivation, she can only pick up one mental method to practice. She cannot practice too many magical skills, otherwise it will be more difficult to achieve success if she distracts her spirit.

Most of the secrets in the martial arts hall cannot practice at all, so she is too lazy to read more.

It is not surprising that this kind of martial arts involving souls is seen by Gu Xian, and Gu Xian has talent in this area, so he has mastered it.

Song Yunge said: "I didn't expect that the spiritual soul obtained by the second prince was so magical that it could not be destroyed!"

"Gu Xian, I forgot to tell you that my soul is indeed immortal, just like Sky City!" Xie Baiting laughed and said, "And the more you get worse, the more courageous you become. Every time I die, it becomes stronger!"

Song Yunge said in a deep voice: "There is no immortal thing!"

"Gu Xian!" Xie Baiting said coldly: "Let go now and you can spare your life!"

He was bound all over his body, unable to move, and he had just flew up several times, but now he felt particularly uncomfortable when he landed on the ground, as if he was tortured.

He wanted to hold on and show his indifference, but the pain was unbearable.

The string on this body is strange and tough. No matter how hard you struggle, it is useless. The more you struggle and force it, the tighter you get.

Now these thin ropes have been strangled into the flesh and are indescribable for pain.

What's even more hateful is that it seems to have bound its meridians and vital energy, and it cannot flow through vital energy.

The discomfort caused by the wrong posture and the pain caused by the rope made him look ugly.

Song Yunge shook his head: "It is impossible to let go of the dragon binding rope, the second prince still gave up this heart!"

"Second Brother, don't struggle anymore. The more you struggle, the more you feel uncomfortable." Xie Ziying advised.

"It's great, so let's kill these bald donkeys first!" Xie Baiting gritted his teeth, and the round beads at the center of his eyebrows turned a circle and shot at one of the old monks.

"Amitabha!"

The nine monks proclaimed the Buddha's name again, lowered their eyes and began to knock on the wooden fish, murmured in their mouths.

Song Yunge condensed the Taiyin divine needle again, and several Taiyin divine needles pierced into the round bead, causing it to deflect.

It was spinning in the air, dodging the Taiyin magic needle to shoot at the nine old monks, and insisting on destroying them first.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk in front of his head looked solemn and graceful, and he took out a yellow bead from his arms.

The bead is round and square, with irregular shape, emitting a soft yellow light, and the mind is calm and quiet.

"You are not worthy of your younger generation, so you can only ask for the master's Dharma bones!" The old monk raised his hands and murmured with his head down.

He threw the yellow bead upwards and threw it to a high altitude.

Song Yunge raised his eyebrows and sang: "This is a relic, right?"

"That's right!" The old monk nodded in pain and drooped his head and knocked on the wooden fish again.

The relics disappeared, turned into a yellow light and were about to fall on the golden sword.

At this time, Song Yunge had a sudden inspiration, his eyes suddenly condensed, and the soul-catching technique was activated.

Suddenly, the yellow light fell to his eyebrows, and the ten thousand souls of the divine refining talisman was already integrated with the soul-catching technique.

The yellow light was absorbed by the ten thousand souls' divine talisman, and at the same time, the Wusheng Sutra was activated. The two were polished to extract the memories from the relics.

Suddenly, Buddhist mental methods and mantras appeared in my mind, and I also knew that the method they used was the Huanglong Demon Slaying Sword.

"You..." The nine monks all looked up at him.

Song Yunge said in a deep voice: "My masters, I'm so ugly!"

"Haha...hahaha..." Xie Baiting laughed and said, "Gu Xian, you are so greedy that you actually took the relics!"

Song Yunge sneered and began to recite scriptures.

Suddenly, golden talismans fell on the golden sword that was spinning at high speed in the round beads.

The golden sword suddenly shone brightly, and then it increased a bit, and the speed increased as it increased, exceeding the speed of the round bead.

Xie Baiting's face changed slightly.

"Amitabha!" Seeing this, the nine monks were no longer confused, so they lowered their heads and began to knock on the wooden fish to recite scriptures.

"Ah--!" Xie Baiting roared angrily, and Yuanzhu turned to Xie Ziying.

This time, Song Yunge did not use the Taiyin Divine Needle, and the golden sword suddenly flourished, and the round beads burst out and turned into dazzling light.

This time, even though Xie Ziying couldn't see this situation, she felt that her eyes were bright, as if a sun was falling and she could not look directly at it.
Chapter completed!