The Heavens: Cross the World

Chapter 195 The Last Reincarnation

"There's a mill over there, Mr. Feng, let's go and hide from the rain?" A'Zhu shouted hastily.

Feng Ji nodded slightly, and rode on.

Wang Yuyan sat in his arms, the rain wet her clothes, and it clinged to her soft skin, highlighting her curvy figure.

She was trembling slightly, a little cold.

Feng Ji glanced at her and asked, "Is it cold?"

Wang Yuyan quickly shook her head, leaning forward as much as possible, for fear of coming into contact with Feng Ji.

Feng Ji smiled lightly, and the qi of the body shield opened violently, like a round air mask, covering the two of them.

The wind and rain were turbulent, and when it fell, they were all blocked by the Gang Qi.

Wang Yuyan, who was sitting in front, was secretly shocked.

"Steel energy protection body, this person's internal strength is so strong that no one in the world can match it, even my cousin, I'm afraid..."

Thinking of this, she couldn't help sighing, she just felt that it was too difficult for her cousin to become the emperor, even if he wanted to become the number one in martial arts, it was extremely difficult.

For a moment, her heart was full of melancholy, and unconsciously, she moved slightly closer to Feng Ji.

She just felt as if there was a stove behind her, which was very warm, subconsciously making her want to get closer.

Feng Ji has so much energy and blood that she emits astonishing heat all the time, so she naturally feels warm.

When she came back to her senses, she found herself curled up in Feng Ji's arms.

"what--"

She suddenly exclaimed, her pretty face flushed instantly, and she hurriedly struggled to sit up.

However, there was a sorrowful breeze in her body, so she didn't have the strength to move, and she fell lazily into Feng Ji's arms.

The beautiful woman is in his arms, although Feng Ji is not a pervert, but he is not the fake Liu Xiahui either, wrapping his big hands around the beautiful woman's waist, grasping her delicate body softly.

"Um~ no...don't..."

Wang Yuyan's face was flushed, and she hurriedly pushed Feng Ji's big hand away, begging almost like begging for mercy.

Feng Ji looked at her, saw that she was full of pleading looks, and smiled immediately: "You came here by yourself."

Wang Yuyan blushed and eagerly explained: "I... I was poisoned by poisonous smoke and I was completely weak. I didn't intend to lie in your...your arms."

Feng Ji smiled, and immediately let go of his hand: "Deliberately or not, you are lying in my arms."

Wang Yuyan was about to burst into tears, she just felt sorry for her cousin.

Feng Ji teased her for a while, and when he saw the mill was close in front of him, he immediately got off his horse.

He picked up the three girls one by one and sent them to the mill.

Among the three women, Azhu and Abi had a strange fragrance on their bodies. Feng Ji glanced at the top of their heads from the corner of his eyes.

Feng Ji went to see Wang Yuyan again, this woman also had an intoxicating fragrance, but it was the delicate fragrance of a young girl's virgin, not the sandalwood fragrance of A'Zhu and A'bi.

The three girls were all wet, with good figures, and each had its own advantages.

Wang Yuyan is the youngest, but the tallest. Although she has never practiced martial arts, she is still protruding. Although she is young, she has the charm of her mother.

It can only be said that Li Qingluo has a good foundation, and Wang Yuyan is a typical type with a thin waist and fruit.

Abi and A'Zhu are different again, A'Zhu is a bit older, and already has a trace of familiarity.Abi is a typical Jiangnan woman, with Biyu makeup.

The three beauties are beautiful, and each has its own merits. Feng Ji carried the three of them into the house one by one.

At this time, behind the haystack, there was a humming sound coming from behind the haystack.

The three girls suddenly looked strange and embarrassed.

Feng Ji immediately coughed: "Ahem, cough, is anyone there?"

Among the haystacks, there was an exclamation sound.

But a young man and a woman from the peasant family sat up from the haystack. Their hair was disheveled, their clothes were disheveled, and their faces were full of embarrassment.

The third daughter blushed even more embarrassingly, she hurriedly lowered her head and turned around, not daring to look at this scene.

Feng Ji smiled, didn't take it seriously, and said: "Both of you, we passed by here, and it rained suddenly, can we take advantage of the treasure to avoid the rain for a while?"

As he spoke, Feng Ji stretched out his hand and threw out a silver ingot.

The young man subconsciously took the silver ingot, sank his hand, and was immediately overjoyed.

He looked at his wife, who also nodded happily.

"You can do whatever you want," the young man said hastily.

Feng Ji nodded, looked at the wet appearance of the three women, and asked again: "This eldest sister, do you have clothes here, let the three of them change."

The peasant girl shook her head and said: "There is only one pair of clothes, I'm afraid it's not enough for the three of us to change."

Abi and Azhu spoke quickly.

"We don't need it, we know some martial arts, let Miss Wang put it on first."

"That's right, girl, there is an attic above, you go and change your clothes, don't freeze."

Wang Yuyan nodded, wanted to get up, but couldn't move, so she looked at the peasant girl and said, "Sister, can you help me up and change my clothes."

The peasant girl couldn't help but looked at the tall Feng Ji, and asked, "Won't your man help you?"

Wang Yuyan's face flushed immediately, and she quickly explained, "He's not...I...my husband."

Speaking of the next three words, his face was already blushing, as if he was about to bleed, shy and embarrassed.

Feng Ji smiled lightly and said, "Girl, take her up."

The peasant girl smiled awkwardly, helped Wang Yuyan up, and walked upstairs.

Feng Ji looked at the two daughters Azhu and Abi, and said, "I promised to save you just now, and you agreed to do me a favor."

A'Zhu and A'bi looked at each other, both of them were a bit afraid.

He secretly thought that the two of them were not very good at martial arts, so what can they do to help him?
He wouldn't have taken a fancy to the beauty of the two of us, would he?

Thinking of this, the two women felt depressed and afraid, but there was nothing they could do.

Although they are maids of the Murong family, their spirits are naturally different from ordinary maids.

"Feng...Mr. Feng, you...you are highly skilled in martial arts, and you are well-known in the world, so...you can't use force on our sisters, right?" A'Zhu trembled.

Feng Ji was taken aback for a moment, then laughed loudly: "Where did you go?"

"I have to use the luck of the two of you, don't think too much."

The second daughter was surprised and could not understand.

"Luck?"

"What it is?"

Feng Ji smiled and said: "You two don't understand, don't worry, I won't touch you, but what I'm going to do next may affect the mind and mood of the two of you, if I offend you, I apologize in advance .”

The second daughter couldn't understand, but she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard that he couldn't move them.

Immediately nodded and agreed to come down, each sat down and waited for the toxicity of the 'sorrowful crisp breeze' to pass.

On Feng Ji's side, he looked at the Gandharva Faxiang Qiyun above the two of them, and took a deep breath.

He immediately circulated his internal energy, viscera and viscera vibrated at the same time, internal energy whizzed and circulated, and his ten fingers suddenly lifted!

Puff puff--

The Six Meridians Excalibur shoots out!

The air wave shook, and the invisible and colorless sword energy shot out, Feng Ji's spiritual consciousness was attached to it, and he slammed on the Gandharva Dharma Qi Luck!

Boom!

A'Zhu and A'bi felt their heads vibrate suddenly, an indescribable strange feeling made them palpitate endlessly.

"what--"

The second daughter screamed instantly, Feng Ji's sword energy did not hurt them, but it made the second daughter seem to have been greatly hurt!
Feng Ji fixed his eyes on the Gandharva in the air.

The six-veined divine sword just now pierced through the dharma images of the two gandharvas, and immediately diffused a large amount of fragrance in the air.

Faintly, there was another melodious sound of silk and bamboo!
Gandharva, one of the eight tribes, is also known as the god of fragrance and the god of music!
At this time, Feng Ji's fingers kept on shooting out the six-veined sword, and the sound of roaring in the air continued.

The two gandharva statues exploded and shattered continuously, and a large number of broken meteorological fragments rushed in all directions.

In Feng Ji's mind, he received the image fragments left by luck.

On the endless Buddhist halls, many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and Arhats sit upright.

The Buddhas looked up at the sky, but saw that in the sky, the swastika seal blocked the sky, and countless runes were scattered all over the place. The spiritual energy suddenly converged, and it poured into a mountain top bit by bit.

A Buddha said: "The spiritual energy has been sealed. From now on, the eight tribes will select people with great wisdom and great wisdom to enter my Buddhist practice."

"Venerable Bodhidharma, this matter is your responsibility at Kongxiang Temple."

"Follow the law."

……

Among the fragments, the gods of fragrance and music represented by Gandharva have found all kinds of people of great wisdom and wisdom for countless years, and led them to experience various tests of love, desire and evil in the world.

Some died, and some became enlightened, and finally entered the state of no form, and were able to practice in the Temple of Kongxiang.

For thousands of years, as time went by, the spiritual energy became thinner and thinner, and the number of appearances of the eight tribes became less and less.

"The spiritual energy is exhausted, it is not enough to give birth to more venerables, this life should be the last one."

In a certain fragment, such a voice came.

Whoa!

All the fragments dissipated, and Feng Ji suddenly opened his eyes.

But he saw that A'Zhu and A'bi had fallen unconscious on the opposite side.

In the sky above the heads of the two, Gandharva's Dharma luck dissipated.

Feng Ji was about to think, when suddenly there was a sharp piercing sound.

"Ugh-"

Feng Jigang's Qi automatically circulates to protect the body!

Boom!

There was a muffled explosion, and Feng Ji looked back, only to see a figure at the door being blown away by his protective energy.

But the man was not weak, he was in the air, he had turned over and stood firm, even though he staggered back a few steps on the ground, he still held on and did not fall to the ground.

It's just that his palm is dripping with blood!

A pair of eyes fixed on Feng Ji.

When Feng Ji came back to his senses, he noticed that the peasant youth in the mill had fallen into a pool of blood.

Wang Yuyan upstairs was also unconscious.

There are still many Xixia warriors who died tragically around.

Feng Ji glanced at the corpses of these Xixia warriors, and found that most of them died from the shock of his own internal force.

Presumably, when I fell into the memory fragments of 'Gandharva', these people chased after me and attacked me.

But he was killed by the shock of his own body protection.

The Xixia warrior outside should be the last one.

His eyes were cold, and he glanced at the man.

Seeing this, his eyes froze immediately.

"what?"

Feng Ji was startled, it turned out that above the head of the Xixia warrior outside, there was also an auspicious statue covering him!
This statue of luck is different from any one Feng Ji has seen.

This scene has three sides and six arms, with the sun and the moon in its hands, standing on the sea with two feet, and surpassing Mount Sumeru with its body.

Feng Ji's heart turned sharply, and he immediately remembered what the weather was like.

"Eight tribes, Asura?"

Asura, literally translated as "non-heaven", the result is like the sky but not the sky.

In addition, Asura is one of the six realms.They basically lived in the caves of Mount Sumeru and fought fiercely with the gods headed by Emperor Shitian.

Asura is the god of war. He has great power and ability, but he is irritable, stubborn and jealous by nature.He was very suspicious and suspected that the Buddha was partial to the heavenly crowd, so he often led his troops to fight with Di Shitian, but every time he was defeated by the leader of the heavenly crowd, Di Shitian.

Feng Ji looked at the Western Xia warrior in front of him, and thought of the original plot again. Immediately, he had already guessed the identity of the other party.

"It's like the sky but not the sky. I want to be the emperor, but I haven't become the emperor all my life. Is it Murong Fu who plays the emperor's dream with children in the end?"

The person in front of him is Murong Fu.

Its destiny karma has also been revealed through Asura luck.

Murong Fu was as famous as Qiao Feng all his life, he fought with Qiao Feng's three brothers many times, and ended in failure every time.

Isn't it in line with the fate of Asura fighting against the heavenly crowd?

In the original plot, Murong Fu did track down this mill.

Feng Ji laughed: "Unexpectedly, in one day, I met the third of the eight tribes."

"Your Excellency, you have profound internal strength."

Murong Fu suppressed his voice, tried not to reveal his identity as much as possible, and shouted.

Feng Ji looked at him and said, "Hide your head and show your tail, attack people from behind, is this the Murong family's family motto?"

Murong Fu, who was wearing the Western Xia warrior uniform, was startled suddenly, the human skin mask almost fell off his face.

He was panicked, he didn't know where he missed the trick, and Feng Ji recognized his identity!
But at the moment he refused to admit it, and shouted directly: "What Murong family, this Xixia Yipintang, Li Yanzong!"

Feng Ji smiled lightly, walked out of the mill, and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter whether you are Murong Fu or Li Yanzong, it's all the same."

But he saw Feng Ji's figure suddenly flashed, and he quickly pointed towards Murong Fu's chest with one hand.

Finger force came through the air, the rain curtain tore, the rain splashed, and the roaring sound pierced the air.

In Murong Fu's eyes on the opposite side, the brilliance soared: "Good time!"

Immediately, he turned his wrist, and the long knife in his hand slashed at Feng Ji's finger.

He wanted to use this move to chop Huashan, forcing Feng Ji to withdraw, and then followed up with a move to get chestnuts from the fire, and he could directly cut Feng Ji's throat.

However, Feng Ji on the opposite side did not stop. Instead, he pointed his finger through the air and pointed his flesh at the blade!
Bang-!
A muffled sound exploded, the blade in Murong Fu's hand exploded, and countless fragments shot in all directions!

Murong Fu's pupils shrank instantly!
"Horizontal training?"

He couldn't believe it, how could there be such a powerful horizontal training?
If you lose with one move, how can you find a chance to win.

Feng Ji's fingers did not weaken, and with a roar, they landed on Murong Fu's shoulder acupoint with a bang!

At the critical moment, Murong Fu suddenly sank his body, avoiding the position of the acupoints.

But Feng Ji's finger hit him firmly on the shoulder.

Murong Fu only felt the strength of the opponent's finger, as if overwhelming mountains and seas, they hit with a mighty surge.

At that moment, he hastily took a deep breath, and crazily ran the family's unique knowledge "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi"!
In an instant, Feng Ji's inner strength was pulled by him, followed by Murong Fu's backhand finger, pointing at Feng Ji's chest!

This finger, what Murong Fu used was the Shaolin School's Dali Vajra Fingering!
It's just that this finger force uses Feng Ji's internal force that has been transferred from the stars!
Bang!
Murong Fu's fingers collided with Feng Ji's body, and the energy of Feng Ji's protective body circulated, and this finger force could not break Feng Ji's protective energy at all.

The corners of Feng Ji's mouth grinned, and he didn't take his hands back. The energy in his body circulated, and he used the "Great Teleportation of the Universe" skill.

Immediately, this force returned to Feng Ji's hand again, followed his fingertips, and blasted towards Murong Fu again.

Murong Fu was taken aback immediately, and yelled in horror: "The stars are changing? How could you?"

But the next moment, Murong Fu realized that the strength transferred by the other party was far inferior to what he transferred out.

"No, it's not the star shift!"

Feng Ji also discovered this, and couldn't help but feel surprised, he could sense that Murong Fu's shifting movements didn't just divert part of his strength.

Feng Ji raised his head suddenly and looked at the top of Murong Fu's head.

However, he saw that Asura's fortune-telling Dharma image was shining brightly, and a big hand on the Dharma image was grasping the top of his head following Murong Fu's Star Shift!

Feng Ji's heart trembled, and he immediately remembered something.

When Qiao Feng used Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, his internal strength was obviously not as good as his own, but he was able to use the luck of Emperor Shi to play a combat power that surpassed his real strength.

That scene left a deep impression on him!

And now Murong Fu actually has the same situation.

When he made the move, this Asura's luck was also helping him!
Feng Ji's expression sank, and at that moment his other hand suddenly raised, facing the void, a little bit!
puff!

The six-veined divine sword shot out, and instantly hit Asura's luck method!

boom!
In an instant, Asura's fortune exploded, and the arm exploded instantly.

And Murong Fu immediately vomited blood with a pop, and retreated violently!

In the rain, he ran away at high speed without looking back!
Feng Ji didn't chase after him, but frowned, feeling surprised in his heart.

"Turn the stars...it doesn't seem to be easy!"

Feng Ji thought about it, he just felt that part of his luck was transferred out!
Now he looked down at the puddle.

But he saw in the puddle, above his own reflection, a golden dragon hovering and whistling, and the dragon aura belonging to Duan Yu was still struggling and roaring.

In addition, there was an extra red silk thread on Jinlong's body at some point, connecting the void far away!

"Causal line?"

Feng Ji stared, a little surprised.

"Where did it come from?"

Feng Ji was suspicious, and quickly looked to the other end of the causal line.

At the end of the void, there is a vague nothingness, and I don't know where it is connected.

Immediately, he immediately moved the "Six Meridians Excalibur" internally, and waved his hand viciously at the causal line above his head!

puff--!
With a muffled sound, the void vibrated, and the red causal line suddenly burst.

Feng Ji suddenly felt his heart relax, and his soul was a little lighter.

It was as if something had been let go.

Feng Ji thought about it.

"The Murong family's [Dou Zhuan Xing Yi], it seems that it is not an ordinary exercise."

"In this world, there are quite a few supernatural skills. They are not martial arts in the simple sense. They seem to be degenerated from the Taoism of the immortal family."

"The Buddha sealed off the aura of this world and stored it in the Kongxiang Temple. The aura is getting thinner and thinner. It seems that this time, the Eight Tribes will select those who come for the last time and enter the Kongxiang Temple to practice."

Feng Ji felt that he was already infinitely close to the truth.

(End of this chapter)