Fu Canglu

Chapter 416

On the top of Fufeng Mountain.

Ye Shisan stood in the sudden strong wind, his Taoist robe lifted up against the wind, hunting wildly, and after a moment, he looked like an immortal descending from the earth, with the purple color between his brows overflowing his forehead.

The soul of the Taoist fetus is rising steadily, and now just looking at the momentum, it has already entered the peak of the extremely powerful soul sage, and the soul power overflowing from the sleeves, with him as the center, intertwined and intertwined, a circular tornado sat on the ground rolled up.

The other side of the altar.

His Royal Highness frowned and said nothing, the Princess next to him tugged his sleeve slightly, and said two words softly.

"No."

Wei Lingshan did not expect that after this lecture in the South China Sea, which seemed to spread the rain, there would be such an unexpected "big drama" of soul-searching.

And this big brother Nanhai, who seemed to be smiling at the moment, had a domineering meaning in his words, his spirit was still gaining momentum, and his smile was like a knife.

Ye Shisan is the first under the Master Chess Master of the South China Sea. He claims to be invincible in the Immortal Island. He is against the sky and almost all laws are natural. No one knows what tricks he has.

Ye Shisan is not Qingshi either, he said it was a "comparison", but whoever can be subdued among the evildoers will really fight in the realm of spirits and souls, and whoever is willing to suffer is willing to stop if they say they will stop.

"Yi Xiao, after defeating Dongjun in Shangzi Mansion in Daxueyuan, it was rumored that you are No.1 in the realm of the world's soul."

Ye Shisan chuckled and said, "But the title of 'Under Heaven's Spirit No. 1' must be worth a thousand pounds, and it weighs a hundred tons. It's not so easy to take on."

His Highness turned a deaf ear to it, his eyes were rippling with golden color, he stared blankly at the thirteen red-leaved iron trees behind Ye Shisan, thinking about what Young Master Xiaotao and Xi Yao had said to him.

On the hidden sword mountain, young master Xiaotao said that the iron tree on Fufeng mountain has blossomed again and is about to bear fruit.

Is Ye Shisan about to preach for the second time?

This Nanhai daoist has played chess with evildoers from all sides one after another, and he has never lost the wind. The accumulation of small amounts of money should be the second dao fruit.

This is not considered scheming, and it is inevitable that people who practice and prove the Tao will scramble for good fortune and compete for each other.

But Yi Xiao had a strange feeling that he couldn't explain clearly.

Xi Yao just urged the "Shan Hai Jing" to use Zifu as an excuse to say that Ye Shisan is a "false saint". There are mixed praises and criticisms in his words. Big, Yi Xiao should be more careful.

So Yi Xiao once again concentrated on looking at the iron tree with Wu Liantong, and found something unusual.

That iron tree was not what he saw in his own eyes.

Although born in the nature of heaven and earth, there is an aura that is not compatible.

unnatural.

The atmosphere on the altar was somewhat dignified.

Everyone listening to Ye Shisan followed Ye Shisan's words and turned their eyes to the little highness in the distance.

From their point of view, this is just a "click to go" Zifu sparring, there is nothing to hesitate, and they don't understand why Yi Xiao should not play.

How can there be any reason for a monstrous person not to dare to fight?

Qingshi also seemed to have sensed something was wrong, his face became solemn, and he said with his mind: "There is something strange about this matter, your highness might as well avoid the battle, Qingshi will take over for your highness."

The moment the rumor of Xinyitong fell, the young Buddhist Bodhisattva took a step forward, swayed, and stepped out of the Taoist altar in an instant, only a few feet away from Ye Shisan.

Both of them stood in the strong wind of heaven and earth, their robes trembling.

The blue stones that have shaved off three thousand threads of troubles are slowly folded together, one hundred and eight Buddhist beads are spinning around the sky, the white robe is like jade, and the green beads are like green plants.

He smiled warmly and said: "The little monk walked with His Highness all the way, and competed with each other. Although he is not as good as His Highness, he can still get on the stage after all."

Ye Shisan raised his eyebrows, but did not speak.

Qingshi smiled and asked: "Young monk, I would like to enter the Purple Mansion with Brother Ye to 'compete'."

In the center of the Taoist altar, the milky white wind swirled, covering the figures of Qingshi and Ye Shisan, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

Ye Shisan's smile gradually subsided as his sleeves kept letting out the wind.

Qingshi smiled and asked again: "How?"

Outside the altar, there was an ethereal Tao voice.

"can."

The iron trees flowed with fire, and the milky white Gangfeng Waterfall spread out, wrapping the top of Fufeng Mountain, and suddenly swept into the territory of Zifu.

Ye Shisan had no expression on his face, raised his sleeves and raised them slightly, involving everyone in the battle of the Purple Mansion.

His eyes swept over one by one.

Dong Jun, Xi Yao, Your Highness.

Finally, it fell on the Bodhisattva in front of him.

At this moment, there is a gentle soul power, like mercury flowing on the ground, coming from the edge of Fufeng Mountain, resisting Ye Shisan's domineering soul power enveloping everyone, and finally retracted under the water and flowed into one person's sleeve.

The man stood in front of Ye Shisan, clasped his hands together, neither far nor near, his soul power was gentle, and his voice was also gentle: "The battle in the purple mansion, the soul power is overbearing, maybe it will be a scene where the soul collapses, why bother?" So many people watching the battle?"

Ye Shisan raised his eyebrows.

Qingshi smiled and showed his white teeth: "Brother Ye just wants to learn from each other."

After saying this, Ye Shisan remained expressionless.

Qingshi's expression also slowly froze.

The two are facing each other blankly, one is crowned with a crown, his left and right hands are raised, one is on the top of the world's largest mountain, overlooking the magnificent aura of immortals all over the world, the other is barefoot in a white robe, with clasped hands, red lips and white teeth, gentle eyebrows and eyes, overflowing with compassion mind.

Outside the Taoist altar, Dongjun tried his best to stop the Chunlei piano box, and felt the scorching heat inside the box. He raised his head and looked at the two figures in the center of the Taoist altar. In the mansion, the ray of spirit that followed Qingshi and Ye Shisan into the Purple Mansion to watch the battle, at this moment, the scene of watching the battle was transmitted, and instantly set off a huge wave in his heart.

He saw the confrontation scene in the Purple Mansion.

I saw clearly the bodhisattva's Dharma appearance in Qingshi.

There was an uncontrollable shock in my heart.

Qingshi's dharma figure is no less than the real dragon dharma figure Yi Xiao obtained under the great fortune of Baili town.

Dongjun used to think that he should be able to sit on the No.1 seat of the world's soul.

Even if he lost to Yi Xiao in Daxueyuan, Dong Jun only thought it was because his Chunlei Qin was not perfect.

If Chunlei is consummated, he may not be unable to fight.

It’s just that the title of No. 1 Divine Soul in the World is indeed as Ye Shisan said, it’s too heavy and too heavy. Yi Xiao, who has the aura of a real dragon, can compete with it. Now that Chunlei is not yet perfect, how can he compete with a real dragon? ?
Intentional but powerless.

What if there is no Yi Xiao?
Dongjun only felt that His Royal Highness's chance was too great, and the real dragon's appearance was too heaven-defying.

So some people in the world rumored that Yi Xiao is the No. 1 soul of the world, and he just defaulted.

Who can have such a god-defying appearance as Yi Xiao?
Now Dongjun only feels that his chances are too small.

Because Qingshi's Bodhisattva Dharma is not inferior to that of a real dragon.

And this Zifu battle, the more you look behind, the more Dongjun's heart trembles, no matter how hard his face is to be calm, even with the Chunlei Qin in the box, he is no longer calm.

In the heart lake, the sky boils.

It turned out that Ye Shisan really wanted to compete with Yi Xiao for the title of No.1 Divine Soul in the World.

He can really compete for this title.

The two people on the Taoist altar have maintained their numb postures for an incense stick of time.

The Buddhist disciple held his palms together, looked at his little martial uncle, and confronted that Nanhai Taoist in the center of the Taoist altar.

Ye Shisan's body moved slowly.

As if trembling unconsciously, the smile on the face of the Nanhai senior brother trembled slightly, and then his complexion quickly turned pale, and the blood on his cheeks seemed to be washed away by heavy rain.

A fairy face, instantly shining like golden paper.

Ye Shisan slowly took three steps back and leaned against the iron tree.

He calmly took a deep breath, his chest sunken, his Taoist robe shriveled suddenly, and then exhaled slowly, the Taoist robe bulged up, and the air flowed again, and his whole body returned to the appearance of immortal spirit, the big purple color on his forehead swallowed Fufeng The aura of the mountain, heaven and earth, just for a moment, the countless acupuncture points all over the body opened wide, the crackling sound was inaudible, the blood rushed like the sea, and after the whistling, the face was rosy.

Restored as before, even more prosperous than before.

Ye Shisan looked at Qingshi solemnly.

The little Buddhist uncle also slowly opened his eyes.

Qingshi was different from Ye Shisan, the first thing he did was not to inhale.

Instead exhale.

Breathe out.

Qingshi let out a mouthful of turbid air with a smile, the smile on his face remained the same, but when the turbid air came out, twelve thumb-thick streaks flowed from the top of this little buddhist uncle's head from the ring scar. Blood flowed like a stream, flooding his cheeks.

Twelve ring scars, received the "Bodhisattva precepts", burning incense on the top, enshrining the spirit and soul in the Buddhist altar above the head, and thinking about it, it will form a world of its own.

The soul was wounded, and this place was the first to be robbed.

As Qingshi slowly exhaled the turbid air, blood was no longer gushing from the ring scar. Under the white monk's robes, blood vessels in the skin burst, and the wounds of the soul came from the inside out. The King Kong's body was inevitable. From the beginning, to the arms, to the waist and abdomen, spreading all the way, dyeing the white robe red.

The Buddhist disciples on Fufeng Mountain stared at this scene with wide eyes.

Someone suddenly had a sore nose, couldn't hold back his tears and called out "little uncle".

The young junior uncle slowly settled into a sitting lotus posture.

When the whole person sat down, he had already become a "blood man".

shocking.

A battle in the Purple Mansion actually made this Buddhist No. 1 with the physique of a King Kong become like this.

Ye Shisan lowered his eyebrows and stopped looking at the miserable image of the reincarnated Bodhisattva in front of him, but said in a calm voice: "The battle between the soul and the purple palace cannot be stopped."

Ye Shisan's voice even carried a trace of indifference.

Qingshi is smiling.

He smiled softly with some difficulty: "The little monk knows."

Ye Shisan shook his head, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You are not the one to resist this calamity, why come here?"

Qingshi grinned, his lips and teeth were bright red, and his voice was murmured indistinctly: "Being favored by others, it is only natural to fight disasters for others."

Master said that if you receive a favor from someone, you should remember it for a lifetime.

Since it takes a lifetime to repay, it doesn't matter whether it is Luoyang, Lanling City, or Nanhai, as long as this person is in trouble, as long as he is present.

Nature is willing to do anything.

Ye Shisan didn't know what to say.

He only said two words.

"absurd."

Then Ye Shisan raised his head indifferently, and slowly looked at Yi Xiao.

Ye Shisan fought with Qingshi into the Zifu, and successfully defeated the middle Bodhisattva, creating momentum to the extreme.

But this Dao fetus no longer had the previous idea.

Perhaps it was the Bodhisattva's words just now that he was favored by others to fight disasters for others, which made Ye Shisan feel.

Nothing but absurdity.

He originally came here for Yi Xiao, and left for the real dragon.

Now in the fight with Yi Xiao in Zifu, it doesn't matter if they fight or not.

Qingshi's bodhisattva dharma image is not inferior to Yi Xiao's real dragon dharma image.

Having made up his mind, Ye Shisan shook his head.

Suddenly there was a strong wind on the Taoist altar.

Ye Shisan narrowed his eyes.

There is an extra figure on the altar.

The strong wind of heaven and earth blew again, blowing Ye Shisan's Taoist robe, but it couldn't blow the man's lotus robe.

A lotus dress is sinking like iron at this moment.

His Highness stood in front of Qingshi.

Qingshi raised his head slightly bewildered, feeling the darkness in front of him.

"Monk."

Yi Xiao didn't look back, and said softly: "What can you take advantage of, you were beaten, and I have to fight back?"

Then Yi Xiao looked at Ye Shisan.

He said seriously: "I didn't want to hide from the fight in the Zifu. The monk came up first to help you gain momentum. You are stronger than before but not weaker, so I won't show mercy when we fight later."

Ye Shisan was a little surprised.

"You cut the monk 7000 two hundred and 91 swords."

"This is the number of lotus plants."

Yi Xiao said calmly, "I'm not good at counting, how much is doubling?"

A strong wind blew up on Fufeng Mountain.

Ten thousand miles.

One hundred thousand miles.

"I can't figure it out."

"Since you don't speak, let's cut you a hundred thousand swords."

Say this.

There was silence.

Xi Yao, who was sitting on the boulder in the distance, suddenly narrowed his eyes and laughed, covering his lips with one hand and clapping his knees with the other.

Gu Shengcheng and Qiushui who were standing beside him were extremely surprised. They looked at each other and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

They had never seen the expression on the face of the master of the Western Regions at this moment.

Bachi Mountain in the Western Regions has a radius of [-] li, and no demon knows her moodiness.

I never dared to think that she actually still looks like this little girl.

Xi Yao laughed and cried out tears, and laughed out loud.

"This is the brother I know."

She whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "Mighty, domineering."

(End of this chapter)