Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 119

Fortunately, I have always kept my heart and know that everything is an illusion. According to the Buddha's exercise scriptures, if you swallow the grave soil and chant his real name, you will have a chance to see the body of the bony child in the dream. situation.

It's just that he didn't expect that the so-called scrawny body would be this terrifying huge carrion in front of him.

The tentacles on the navel of the rotting corpse opened together, and the gorgeous female eyes stared straight at Zhang Yuqing, her delicate red lips were slightly parted, and a bright red bloody tongue stretched out.

That bloody tongue was covered with barbs and tentacles, shooting like lightning, across a distance of hundreds of meters to Zhang Yuqing's chest, and hit Zhang Yuqing's heart suddenly!
Light!
Infinite light!
A space filled with white light seemed to suddenly open before his eyes.

Endless rays of light shone from outside the domain, and the tidal waters of the Yin domain receded instantly, and he was bathed in the light again.

The gigantic and ugly rotting corpse of a thousand feet looks like a real god under the background of this light. White lotus is born under the feet, and the Buddha's light emerges. There is great joy, great freedom, and great Tathagata.

The "wisdom" composed of infinite light hangs behind the head of "His", which makes people look at it at a glance, and suddenly feels that the troubles have disappeared, and a heart of refuge is born.

He sat cross-legged on top of the white lotus, the woman born from the navel had a lively expression, and smiled at Zhang Yuqing with an unclear smile, then turned and walked towards the inside of the giant's body.

The light completely subsided in the blink of an eye, and Zhang Yuqing fell to the ground feeling lost.

He was still immersed in the wonderful scene of transcending all troubles, forgetting many sufferings, and abandoning all evils, chanting endlessly in his mouth: "Those who have not died, although their actions are wise, they are called life, not death. Those in a stillborn, those in a dead egg, are both people and things..."

When Zhang Yuqing realized that he was muttering something, his jaw closed suddenly, and he jumped up from the ground, feeling profusely sweating.

"No, something is wrong... This hallucination, something is wrong!"

He got up very fast, almost leaving an afterimage in the air, and rushed to the bed in an instant.

But Zhang Yuqing didn't react for a while, her mind was full of all the things she had experienced in the 'illusion' just now.

There was something wrong with the bony boy's attitude towards him.

Not to mention that he hastily dragged him into an illusion before reciting his real name.

Just thinking of the meaningful smile left by the other party at the end, Zhang Yuqing felt as if he had unintentionally made a big deal happen.

The booklet of the Buddha Kungfu only says that if you practice this Kungfu, you have a very slim chance of seeing the real body of the bony man, but it doesn't say that the other party will personally shoot and leave something on you!
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuqing quickly peeled off the clothes on his chest and examined them carefully.

The bony pricked his heart with something like a tongue or tentacles, maybe he wanted to leave some imprint of his incarnation.

The chest area is smooth and flat, without abnormal appearance.

"Is it necessary to take X-rays? Can't the chest and abdomen be cut open?"

Zhang Yuqing rubbed his messy hair bitterly, shook his head and then turned to anger, cursing: "It's numb, even if it is found out that he has tampered with it, so what, it can't be solved right now! "

"Let's find a way to leave this world as soon as possible!"

Zhang Yuqing said angrily.

This scrawny man sounds like the top-level power controller of this world, an unknown creature worshiped as a god by people.

Concerned by this kind of existence, Zhang Yuqing didn't even know how to resist.

I can only hope to find a way to escape from this weird world as soon as possible, and let the heavens and myriad worlds become the "safety wall" between myself and Him.

He hammered the bed board angrily, and immediately heard a dull 'boom' sound!

The hard solid wood bed board was snapped into two by him unconsciously and collapsed.

Zhang Yuqing let out a sigh and clenched his fists, only feeling a majestic force rushing to his body.

His stature has grown a full circle, and the muscles in his arms, calves, and chest and abdomen, which had no trace of exercise, swelled up high, as if he had been forged, recast, and strengthened thousands of times.

His original stern and tough jaw line also had a hint of toughness, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and a strong physique.

Before the joy in Zhang Yuqing's eyes faded away, he felt that the flesh and blood all over his body were being pulled in all directions by infinitesimal force!

The severe pain of tearing flesh and blood immediately occupied his brainstem, and the lacrimal gland connected to the nasal cavity was strongly stimulated, and two lines of hot tears immediately flowed down.

Limbs and limbs all over the body, at this moment, are all in severe pain.

Every inch of skin and meridian suffered unbearable pain for ordinary people.

He couldn't even scream, he just felt his eyes go dark, his body fell backwards limply, knocked on the floor and passed out.

The next moment, he opened his eyes again and woke up from the pain.

The severe pain made him wander between unconsciousness and sobriety.

At the same time, his body was undergoing a terrifying transformation.

Under the skin of flesh and blood, there seems to be an invisible force moving up and down non-stop. Every time it passes through a place, it will smash and reorganize the flesh and blood meridians in that place!
Zhang Yuqing had personally experienced the death penalty that he had seen in books.

This shortcut to rapid growth in strength is far more painful than relying on one's own slow change.

The pain that had been accumulated gradually over time broke out in a short period of fifteen minutes, which is an extremely cruel test for the human spirit.

Several times Zhang Yuqing felt that he was going to be driven crazy by the pain, and he hated the word sobriety very much at this moment.

If possible, he would rather pass out from the pain than to perceive the transformation that happened to him so clearly.

I don't know how long it took, when his flesh and blood reorganized for the 870th time, the pain that tortured him to death finally subsided gradually, receding from the back of his head like a tide.

Zhang Yuqing had grown up several times, and his clothes were completely torn by the unconscious struggle, exposing the strong and hard muscles that bulged and ferociously.

His body shape is no longer that of Mr. Pianpian before, but looks like a tiger and wolf, with a thick back and waist, his height has been raised by two inches, and now he is about two meters.

The skin changed from white and delicate to rough and red. It was a skin membrane that could only be cultivated through thousands of fighting training. Bloody sweat with a fishy smell flowed out from the pores, and was quickly transpired by body temperature and turned into water vapor.

His complexion was slightly red, and his swollen veins were beating back and forth, transporting blood and nutrients.

Zhang Yuqing's hair was wet, as if he had really been fished out of the water, strands of hair stuck to his forehead indiscriminately.

He lowered his head, his forehead resting against the table, unable to see his expression clearly.

He could only see the corners of his lips elongated in the shadows, forming an arc.

"Heh-heh!"

Zhang Yuqing felt the endless power in his body, pinched a wooden board with five fingers and rubbed it lightly.

The board instantly turned into sawdust and flowed away from between his fingers.

He has always been at the peak of ordinary people's physical fitness, and he has never felt such a terrifying power. At this moment, ecstasy replaced pain to occupy his heart.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!"

He raised his head and laughed, tore off the rags that were scattered around him, and stood in the middle of the dark shabby house with only a pair of trousers on.

Outside, there is thunder! !

Bean-sized raindrops crashed down, hit the eaves, and gathered into streams.

"Finally, Martial Dao Great Accomplishment!"

Zhang Yuqing whispered to himself, endured it for a long time, and finally regained his power.

He believed that his strength at this moment would never be weaker than the man with the mole, even a bald chef would not be taken seriously by him.

Because, apart from clearing up martial arts, Zhang Yu also has the spiritual thoughts of a cultivator!

The purpose of practicing martial arts is also to enable his body to keep up with his divine sense!
Otherwise, as an ordinary person, it would be impossible for him to face the beatings of seven or eight warriors at the same time.

But now it's different, with the same physical fitness or even crushing, even if everyone in this sect joins up, he still has the confidence to deal with them!
"I'll start with you first, and force me to find out exactly what you bastards are planning to do in this old temple!"

Zhang Yuqing's eyes fixed on the man lying on the wooden bed covered with a sheet who didn't notice the mole at all.

He took out the magic sword and held it in his hand.

Take a few steps forward and lift the quilt!

The true face of the man with the mole hidden under it was revealed.

A dry and rotten dead face, with a huge black mole on the chin and a few long hairs.

"Mummy?!"

Zhang Yuqing was horrified, he had never seen the face of a man with a mole at night, and he had never thought that he was in the same room with a mummy for so many days!
The quilt was lifted, and the mummy seemed to lose control. It suddenly opened its eyes and stared straight at Zhang Yuqing who had lifted his quilt.

There was a little doubt in his eyes, and he opened his mouth uncertainly and shouted: "Zhang... Junior brother?"

Zhang Yuqing was relieved to see that the 'mummy' did not lose its humanity, but that its appearance had changed greatly. In fact, it was still the second senior brother he was familiar with inside.

He coldly threw away the quilt, pointed his sword at the man with the mole, and said, "Second Senior Brother, I can't wait for the day when the foundation building is completed. I want to know now, what exactly are you trying to do by tricking me here?"

The skinny man with black moles had a much more vivid expression. He looked at Zhang Yuqing with a mocking expression: "Are you really Zhang Yuqing? Why haven't you seen me for a few hours, and you have become so much stronger? But it doesn't matter, no matter how hard you struggle, you will be sacrificed." Blood sacrifice to Master..."

"boom!"

Amidst the huge roar, his arm was cut open at the root, and the flesh and blood at the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Unbelievable shock remained on the face of the man with the mole, and he murmured, "Then, what is that?!"

Zhang Yuqing shrugged and said, "This is called the Dharma Sword, and it is my unique weapon!"

"Dharma sword?!"

The mummy-like man with black moles glared at him angrily, slammed his mutilated right hand on the bed, and stood up with a whoosh!
"Destroy my body, mess with my cultivation! You! Damn! Die!"

On the face of the man with the black mole, there is still the "good senior brother" persona that he pretended to be before. He looks like a life-threatening soul, and his rough skin is covered with a thick layer of black keratin. He is rushing towards Zhang Yuqing like a tiger descending a mountain!
Zhang Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, and in an instant he wanted to withdraw the magic sword, his eyes fixed on the mummy that was rushing towards him.

The man with the black mole had a crazy expression, and his blood flowed to the extreme. His five fingers spread out like five steel nails and grabbed Zhang Yuqing's head!

If this move is successful, Zhang Yuqing's skull can be lifted completely like lifting the lid of a pot, and the brain juice inside will be stirred into a paste!
Although killing Zhang Yuqing would be difficult to explain to the master, this kid suddenly turned his face, obviously he has a support, if there is still room, the man with black mole is also afraid that he will capsize in the gutter.

Not to mention anything else, just saying that Zhang Yuqing destroyed his left arm in one face-to-face is enough to make him unable to keep his hand.

If Zhang Yuqing aimed at his head next time, he didn't have the confidence to stop it.

The ghost knows what that weapon called the magic sword is, it has such terrifying power.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuqing's physical fitness is not ordinary, as long as he pulls into the distance so that he can no longer activate his weapon, he can fight against him.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through the black mole's mind, he cracked a grin, and approached Zhang Yuqing's head with the sound of howling wind!

click!
The face of the man with the mole was slightly stiff, his neck was in a twisted and weird posture, his arms stayed in mid-air, and his knuckles were still in a state of exertion, creaking and creaking.

"Inner...inner strong?"

His unrepentant pupils dilated, reflecting Zhang Yuqing's indifferent face, and he asked in a low voice with slightly parted lips.

A look of doubt appeared on the face of the man with the mole, Zhang Yuqing smiled silently, and tapped lightly on his chest.

The latter fell backwards with a plop, and lay dead on the ground beyond death.

The man with moles who liked to lie dead on the bed was completely reduced to a corpse, with doubts, shame, anger, unwillingness and pain remaining on his face.

With a huff, Zhang Yuqing retracted the hand knife that broke the neck of the man with the mole, and made a gesture in the air: "I used too much force, I wanted to keep you alive for information."

He found that although he seems to have mastered the power of martial arts now, he can't use divine sense to manipulate his body as before, but will unconsciously use too much force.

After all, although he had also practiced body training techniques before, he was not as specialized in martial arts as he is now, and he still needed to figure out how to better control himself.

He could no longer hear Zhang Yuqing's voice.

Zhang Yuqing's martial arts experience and physical fitness at this moment are above the level of a proper Buddhist practitioner.

And the man with the black mole who looked evil was not really evil after all, after breaking his neck, he died on the spot.

Zhang Yuqing nodded: "It's not in vain. At least I know that hitting a vital point can kill a person as well."

"Before he died, he called me Nei Zhuang, which must be the basic level of martial arts."

Zhang Yuqing bowed his head and pondered.

"I just don't know whether the level of internal strength is high or low, but if you can kill the second senior brother with one punch, it is probably at least above average. After all, the second senior brother's martial arts is not bad, one second senior brother is equal to five senior brothers."

"My current strength is about equal to twenty juniors!"

With a thought, he took out the dharma sword and held it in his hand, pushed open the door and walked out.

In the courtyard, there were many brothers from the same school with gloomy faces standing here and there, watching Zhang Yuqing coldly from a distance.

The sound of him shooting and beating the man with the mole just now had already spread, waking up many people.

(End of this chapter)