"Oh, monk, you are very brave. Do you feel that you have realized something and feel that the world is invincible?"

Yuan Ziyan laughed, looked up and down at the old monk Xuming, and exclaimed: "It is worthy of being the wise of the Withering and Wind."

Seeing that she didn't care at all, Monk Xuming frowned her frosty eyebrows, and the scar on the head seemed to have become two points bigger: "Amitabha!"

Yuan Ziyan snorted and said, "Why, you are so swelling. Do you really think you can declare war on our Nanwang Mansion on behalf of Kurong Temple?"

The old man in black sighed: "Forget it, Senior Brother Xu Ming, revenge is like a big dream."

Everyone looked at him curiously.

The old man in black smiled inexplicably and shook his head and said, "The past is like a cloud, and it seems like a long time has passed."

He was in an enlightenment, not only his body grew rapidly, but his mind also became vicissitudes of life.

It was obvious that after a while, he felt like a hundred years of success in a flash of his fingers. Everything became less clear, and anger and hatred slowly melted like snow.

He was not so hated or so angry, but only a faint melancholy and emotion, the fate of his brothers was indeed over.

I will do things that are difficult to tolerate in heaven and will destroy myself. Not to mention encountering Zhuyinsi, even if I encounter disciples of Kurong Temple, I will still be unable to escape death.

Monk Xu Ming frowned: "Forget it?"

"Even if you destroy the Nanwang Mansion, you cannot resurrect me. Why do you have to commit another murderous crime?"

"Amitabha!"

Monk Xu Ming shared a ceremony with him: "Congratulations to Junior Brother Lu!"

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xuming."

The old man in black also slowly moved slowly and was slow, which was no different from an ordinary old man.

Yuan Ziyan sneered: "What a big tone!"

Xu Zhiyi shook her head: "Sister Yuan, since he doesn't want to take revenge, then forget it, pretend we haven't been here."

"Thank you little prince." The old man in black gave Dugu Xian a gift.

Dugu Xian smiled: "This may be an opportunity, it is your chance to be enlightened, so don't thank me."

He was happy for the old man in black.

It is really gratifying to be able to overcome hatred at the last moment and feel calm and relieved in your heart.

More importantly, if your life is saved, you don’t have to die in vain, and you don’t have to suffer a single life.

Yuan Ziyan snorted: "Monkey, come on, Lulu is capable, let's see what is wonderful about the martial arts of Kurong Temple!"

"Amitabha!" The monk Xuming smiled and his eyes flashed with bright light: "I am just thinking this!"

His tall, thin and haggard body flashed, and he had already arrived in front of Yuan Ziyan, and his thin palms slowly slapped out.

"Swish!" Leng Lu pointed a little, and the sword energy broke through the air.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

The thin palm trembled for several times, and finally she was unable to lower her strength. Monk Xuming staggered back several steps.

Zhao Ru pursed her lips.

These aunts are really not kind-hearted. The old man in black has given up taking revenge, but they are still reluctant to give up and have no intention of giving up. It is a bit unreasonable.

Dugu Xian gently held her jade hand and signaled her not to speak.

Zhao Ru looked at him in confusion.

Dugu Xian shook his head gently.

The two of them now have a tacit understanding and have understood each other's meaning through their eyes and actions:

"What are the four aunts?"

"You'll know when you wait."

"Do you want to try the martial arts of Kurong Temple?"

“It’s more than that.”

"Amitabha!" Monk Xuming interrupted the two of them's communication with each other with a Buddhist chant.

The two looked over.

Monk Xuming quickly became young, like a half-exhaled ball filled with breath again, full of flesh and blood, red face, and eyes as bright as cold stars.

"Why should this female Tan Yue be aggressive?" Monk Xu Ming Heshi said solemnly: "Why should I force me to do something bad?"

"We want to see what your Kurong Temple is capable of." Yuan Ziyan said angrily: "With such a big tone, I see if I brag!"

"Since that's the case, I will be ugly!" Monk Xu Ming was solemn and pushed her with his right palm.

Yuan Ziyan disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, the Qinglian sword energy arrives again.

Cold dew fingers are like swords, and they dot the monk Xuming.

She had a cold face and frowned slightly.

This monk Xuming is really a stingy person. He just held on because Sister Yuan said a few words.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

With the muffled sound, Monk Xuming stood firmly in place.

A ball of golden light shot out from his palm, expanding into a golden palm the size of an umbrella from one foot of his palm, blocking the raindrop-like sword energy.

"Yo." Yuan Ziyan appeared beside Ye Qiu and smiled, "I'm really capable, I can stop it."

Leng Lu snorted: "Can you block it?"

She gently pointed her eyebrows with her left hand.

"Shit and shit!"

The sword energy broke through the golden palm and hit Monk Xuming's chest.

A huge tree appeared on Monk Xuming, five meters high. The two of them hugged each other and wrapped him in it.

The sword energy penetrated into the bark.

The leaves trembled and then became silent.

The sword energy continued to shoot into the shadow of the tree, but it still failed to break the protective energy of the monk Xuming.

"Freak." Leng Lu frowned.

Yuan Ziyan pondered: "This is the real skill of withering and prosperity, it is indeed extraordinary."

She looked at the old man in black as she spoke.

But the old man in black had already lowered his eyebrows and head, as if he had entered a state of meditation, and he had no concern at all about the situation of the two moving.

Yuan Ziyan said angrily: "Hey, the surname Lu, the matter is caused by you, but you want to stay out of the matter?"

"Senior Brother Xuming has already realized the Sutra of Rehmannation and Rehmannation. With a thought, you can't do anything to him."

"A thought of withering and prosperity is a thought of life and death, and a thought of reality and reality?" Yuan Ziyan looked at Dugu Xian as if she had some insight.

Dugu Xian waved his hand quickly: "Aunt Yuan, I don't understand Buddhism."

"You don't understand at all?" Yuan Ziyan said with a blank look: "Don't think I don't know that you are studying Buddhism in private."

This is the power of Daming Temple.

He has obviously eliminated the threat and induction, but unless Dugu Xian's cultivation level was abolished, there is no way to completely eliminate its influence.

Dugu Xian sighed, "Okay, I have a little understanding of the Dew and Blossom Sutra, life and death, yin and yang, virtual and real, everything is withering and Blossom Sutra. The so-called Dew and Blossom Sutra is the biochemical transformation of the two. From withering to prosperity or from prosperity to prosperity, and the transformation is free of obstacles, and it is cultivated into the Dew and Blossom Sutra."

"Has this monk Xu Ming trained it?"

"Even if there is no great success, there should be small success." Dugu Xian said: "This tree is a tree of withered and prosperous, reincarnated from death, reincarnated from life and death, and transformed endlessly."

"Um..." Yuan Ziyan nodded slightly: "Interesting, the Withering and Flourishing Sutra."

She pointed out suddenly.

It was as gentle as the breeze, and when it fell on the shadow of the tree, the tree body suddenly shook violently like a sieve. You can see leaves falling down and dissipate when floating in the air.

"Bang!" The big tree dissipated.

Monk Xuming looked at Yuan Ziyan with a solemn expression.

Leng Lu did not continue to use his sword energy, looked at Xu Ming, and looked at Yuan Ziyan again.

What she was even more curious about was what finger force Yuan Ziyan used.

What made her even more annoyed was that the Qinglian Sword Technique was not good at getting the master, and she failed to break the protective energy of the Killing and Wind Skill.

The power of the Qinglian Sword Technique is amazing. Even if it is small, it should be able to break through all obstacles, but it failed to break through the Sutra of the Withering and Prosperity that is said to be small success.

No wonder the leader was afraid of the Deep and Wind Sutra. This Deep and Wind Sutra is indeed mysterious.

Yuan Ziyan smiled and said, "Monk, the Withering and Wind Sutra cannot stop us."

"Amitabha!" Monk Xuming shouted in a deep voice: "I wonder what fingering method Master Yuan Si used?"

"My master's own fingering method." Yuan Ziyan said with a smile: "How powerful?"

"...admired." Monk Xuming said in a deep voice: "But I am still far from the Sutra of the Withering and Flooding."

"What do you mean is that someone in your temple can block this finger?" Yuan Ziyan said.

"...It's not necessarily possible." Xu Ming said slowly.
Chapter completed!