Taoist endowment

Chapter 46

However, Chen Jingyun, who had just been surrounded by a large array of spirit beasts, originally had a carefree expression and a good mood.

Some of those spirit beasts spit out venom, some swung their feathers and released ice arrows with wind knives, some sprang forward with claws and gnawed, and some even relied on the firmness of their armor to be beaten!
Not to mention the perfect coordination of the spirit beasts, the attacks were also very fierce, making a space dark and dark, and there was a golden Zen stick in the form of a wandering dragon that kept walking around, shaking Chen Jingyun's body up and down. Sealed together.

"Wonderful!"

Chen Jingyun broke through all kinds of attacks with every move, and his martial skills became more and more perfect, and because he was happy, he didn't kill the spirit beasts that besieged him, and let them attack as much as he wanted, so that he could take the opportunity to understand the body and mud of martial arts. The magic of Marumiya's combined actions.

Shaking around, kicking here and there, when he was happy in the fight, Chen Guanzhu actually picked up the wine gourd and took a big gulp.

But this scene made Wan Nianqing and Fat Zen Master's eyes tear open, and they killed each other one after another!
Unexpectedly, Chen Jingyun seemed to have a hundred eyes and a hundred hands and feet at this time, no matter what attack came to him, he could easily block it, even poisonous smoke and fog could be slapped without a trace!
Ordinarily, at this point in the fierce fight, Wan Nianqing and Fat Zen Master have mastered all their skills but still can't attack for a long time, and the opponent still looks like they are capable of handling tasks. If this is normal, the two should have retreated in order to protect themselves.

Unexpectedly, under the rage, the anger in their hearts was getting deeper and deeper, and they couldn't vent it at all. They had long forgotten that they were also in the battle group, and they were getting closer and closer.

At this time, seeing Chen Jingyun looking for a break to drink with his head up while fighting fiercely, Wan Nianqing and Fat Zen Master felt like going crazy!
When did the two of them experience such uselessness in this blessed land of Cangshan Mountain?All of a sudden, he used up [-]% of his spiritual power, and he just wanted to kill Chen Jingyun on the spot.

It's okay if the battle continues like this, at most Wannianqing's spirit beast was injured and retreated, and the Fat Zen Master's spiritual energy was exhausted and he surrendered.

But it’s so hard to die, the fat Zen master was too angry to fight, seeing the wine gourd hanging on Chen Jingyun’s waist still swaying left and right, it was very eye-catching, he said in his heart, “I’ll let you drink!” After that, he used the Zen stick Find a gap and hit the wine gourd.

There is another saying for his attack, "Dragon Raises its Head", but it is a sinister killer move that Fat Zen Master refuses to use easily.

The gourd itself was also a magic weapon for storage, so it couldn't be put into a storage bag, and it was only hung around Chen Jingyun's waist.

Although his martial arts body is powerful, the gourd is a dead object. At this time, he found that the target of Fat Zen Master's attack was his own gourd. Click on the bottom of the gourd.

How can a mere gourd withstand the blow of Nascent Soul cultivator?Even with the blessing of Chen Jingyun's spiritual power, a hole was still pointed out. For a while, the wine spring gushed out, and the gushing spirit wine was instantly swept into mist by the attack of the spirit beast, and it was scattered in the battle group in an instant.

"not good!"

Chen Jingyun exclaimed, and the spiritual power in his body surged violently, shaking all the spirit beasts away in an instant, and the fat Zen master's Zen staff was also kicked out of sight by him. It's empty!

Is this okay?Immediately, Chen Guanzhu was violently jumped by the angry three corpse gods, and smoke was born in the seven orifices!

"court death!"

Chen Jingyun crushed the gourd, kicked the void, and his whole body disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he was in front of the fat Zen master, and then he slapped his fat face with a slap !
Fat Zen Master didn't have time to make any movements, he was blinded by the fan, and even the Nascent Soul in the Sea of ​​Consciousness was also dizzy by a majestic divine thought, and immediately lost control of his body, he could only watch his fat body being crushed. People beat up!
Afterwards, there was only a sound of "Bang! Pop!", and the fat Zen master was like a big sandbag. Chen Jingyun responded with an old punch, and he was beaten with bruises, broken bones and tendons, and a fat and fat face. It's like opening a dyeing workshop.

This is because Chen Jingyun knew that if he killed this person, he himself would not be able to gain a foothold in the blessed land of Cangshan Mountain, so he left room under the rage, otherwise the majestic fat Zen master in the middle stage of Yuanying would have been beaten into a meat pie together with Yuanying up.

You knocked over the drunkard's wine bowl!It seems that there should be this retribution.

After a violent beating to vent his anger, Chen Jingyun threw the fat Zen master into the air, and Ji Yanlan in the distance hurriedly used a spiritual force to protect the fat Zen master from falling, and seeing that his soul was intact but unconscious, he felt relieved Take a breath.

Wan Nianqing stood in a daze in the distance. He originally wanted to manifest the Nascent Soul and use other powerful means, but when he saw Chen Jingyun beating the fat Zen master like dough under his anger, the Nascent Soul froze, suspicious all the time. I was dreaming, and I even forgot about the spirit beast.

"A master in the mid-stage Nascent Soul! Can someone beat him like mud? Can't even the Nascent Soul in the Sea of ​​Consciousness escape?"

After losing the Fat Zen Master, Chen Jingyun was still angry. Seeing the group of beasts who had lost his spirit wine still gathered there and roared at him, he immediately turned around and turned back. Holding a huge spirit turtle, a group of spirit beasts are beaten by one person.

Wan Nianqing still stood there blankly, eyes full of fear and distress, this old guy looked stern, although his face was full of anger, but he dared not go forward, for fear of accidentally stepping in the footsteps of Fat Zen Master.

Wan Nianqing didn't know that Chen Jingyun was at the end of his strength at this time. After the divine and clear feeling lasted for half a stick of incense, the aura in his middle and lower dantians was exhausted by the Tai Chi cyclone, and the upper dantian mud There was also a feeling of exhaustion from Marumiya, which was also the reason why it was just too late.

Chen Jingyun said inwardly that something was wrong, knowing that there are advantages and disadvantages in everything. With his cultivation in the middle of the seventh rank, the spiritual energy reserves in the three dantians are only enough to maintain the full-blown posture of half a stick of incense. If he escapes from this state, Ji Yanlan may be That lore sword can take his own life.

Taking a look at the old monster who was staring at him, and then at the pitiful spirit beast that he swung, Chen Jingyun thought to himself:
"If this divine and clear state disappears for a while, and those spirit beasts and old monsters jump over the wall together, wouldn't he be in danger? Could it be that he can only be killed?"

Thinking of the various mysterious methods of the immortal cultivators, Chen Jingyun's eyes flickered with murderous intent, and he wanted to kill him first while he still had the energy left.

But at this time, seeing the spirit beasts he cultivated so hard all scurrying around like headless chickens with wounds, Wan Nianqing felt miserable.

After all, it was an old monster who had lived for a thousand years. After thinking about it for a while, he thought of why Chen Jingyun would suddenly attack.

"Cough cough!"

Wan Nianqing blushed, coughed a few times, and lamented in his heart: "So it was only because of a gourd spirit wine? Just because of a mere spirit wine, beat a dignified Nascent Soul mid-stage monk into a puddle of mud? As a senior What about the monk's tolerance?"

But he forgot that he and Fat Chan Master had bad intentions, and just now they planned to kill Chen Jingyun together.

It is the old fox. After thinking about the reason, Wan Nianqing immediately shouted: "Stop, my friend Xianyun! I am willing to pay you ten times. Oh no!. A hundred times the peerless wine! Please let the old man's spirit beast go!"

The sound of beatings in front stopped abruptly, and the spirit beasts rushed back with wailing, Wan Nianqing immediately opened the beast-controlling bag at his waist, and the spirit beasts were no longer unwilling to be put in the bag as before, and they rushed to the front one after another. I sneaked in.

The spiritual prestige dissipated, Chen Jingyun shattered the mask formed by the Buddha's hands with one palm, and the world also returned to calm. At this time, the cultivators in the distance could clearly see the situation in the battle group.

I saw Elder Xianyun smiling at this moment, chatting with Wan Nianqing happily, no longer the indifference of being thousands of miles away from others before.

Fat Zen Master seemed to have suffered some injuries, standing pale behind Ji Yanlan, coughing from time to time.

Everyone in the Yique Gate didn't know how the battle of the Nascent Soul cultivators was going, who would win and who would lose, but only from the surprised expression on their own Elder Ji's face, they knew that Elder Xianyun was not defeated in this battle!
When all the monks thought of this verse, they were all very excited, and their hearts couldn't help but be filled with high spirits!

Inside, a monk who was born as a scholar chanted: "Tian Ge hangs upside down on Jianhuang Mountain, and the awe-inspiring righteousness surrounds the peak. You have the blessed land of twin babies, and I have the peerless Xiaoyaoxian!"

Although this poem is crude and superficial, it echoes the aspirations of the sword cultivators of Yique Gate, so many people also recited it, until the faces of several monks from Wanshou Sect and Cihang Temple became ashen.

(End of this chapter)