Fu Canglu

Chapter 438 One Punch

The city lord of Fengxue Yincheng did not speak, the face under the mask of Qinggui Qianqian was uncertain, staring at the black lotus coat on the big banyan tree that was almost flying upside down in the strong wind.

The little Highness's feet were firmly rooted to the ground, his face was extremely indifferent, the air pockets in his body were wide open, and the majestic black and white soul power poured out from his sleeves. After landing with a bang, he hit the ground inch by inch, washing the ground and blooming like a huge lotus flower. Inside is a pure white lotus heart, and the outer black lotus petals are rolled up and blooming, each petal is several feet high, enveloping the little highness and the bluestone.

In the lotus flame core.

Yi Xiao's long hair at the temples was continuously rolled up and swelled and then fell down by the Qi machine. Repeatedly, the lotus flower became more and more magnificent.

In the world of immortal monuments, all the people who avoided the battle entered the monument with their bodies, but they used their soul power to construct illusions.

These illusions are the Zifu.

On the Taoist altar of the South China Sea, Yi Xiao fought Ye Shisan and completely defeated this dao-born monstrous senior brother who could achieve infinite soul power in the Purple Mansion by relying on the great formation of the heavens in the South China Sea.

And after this battle is over, the whole world looks up to him, who else can fight Yi Xiao in the realm of spirit and soul?
No.

None.

Dongjun can't do it, Qingshi can't do it, and Ye Shisan can't do it either.

The rest, the Northland Sword Immortal whose killing power ranks first among evildoers, is not famous for killing souls.

As for Xi Yao, it is even more impossible to fight with Yi Xiao into the Purple Mansion.

Therefore, in today's world, among his peers, His Royal Highness is the No. 1 soul.

For soul power practitioners in the human world, for example, the Zishan great master from Luoyang in the Northern Wei Dynasty, reaching the tenth realm is an extremely hidden thing, and few people in the world know about it.

Except for the great master of the purple shirt, those great practitioners, even if they are in a good state of mind and soul, are far from being as terrifying as the tenth state.

If the soul wants to practice, it is not enough to invest time.

The cultivation of Zifu is closely related to talent.

The Qinfu Qinjun, one of the top ten great practitioners in the world during the Shifu period, once said that if you are not born with enough talent, even if you can enter the immortal sect, get good luck, and live for tens of thousands of years, you will not be able to reach the God of Soul in the day after tomorrow. The realm of perfection.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, several young evildoers who practiced the soul path were all hailed as rare geniuses who were expected to reach the Great Perfection of the Soul Realm.

Naturally, His Royal Highness needless to say.

Even the young Great Sword Immortal in the Northland, who can kill with astonishing power just by holding a sword, is generally believed that if the heart of the sword is clear enough, he can also use the sword to prove the way, and in the purple mansion, he can compete with those spirits and spirits. A battle for great soul practitioners in the realm.

His Highness squinted his eyes, and said with a smirk: "If your heyday comes, I don't have the confidence to win against you, a thousand-year-old monster."

The wind and snow robe in front of him trembled with the strong wind, countless heavy snow fell from the sky and landed on the spider web.

The originally folded spider web no longer shrinks.

Strands of spider webs were frozen by the wind and snow.

The director of Yincheng City with his sleeves folded shook countless wind and snow from his robe, and his voice was ambiguous: "It is said that you are a soul sage practitioner of at least the seventh realm at a young age. Those evildoers of the younger generation are no match for you in the Purple Mansion."

The little highness smiled and accepted it calmly.

The majestic soul power is continuously flushed in his sleeves, and the inexhaustible supply is inexhaustible, rooting for the lotus flower on the bottom of his feet, giving him a strong momentum.

Trees live for thousands of years to become fine.

Not to mention people.

In front of him, the Lord of Yincheng, who seemed to have come in "by mistake", had an invisible green ghost mask covering his face, and his divine spirit was no different from that of the Northern Land.

But anyone who knew the reason why the Lord of Yincheng retreated could not think that the one in front of him was his true self.

The descendant of Taixu in the ghost gate was locked up for thousands of years and finally escaped. Now that he is sitting in the Snowy Silver City of the Northland and has a small demon statue reflecting the moon, there is no reason for him to cross thousands of miles alone and put himself in such a dangerous situation. It is even more impossible to step into the realm of the Purple Mansion when one's soul is not enough.

Yi Xiao had seen Taixuxiang's methods in Tunyi Gorge.

The Lord of Yincheng, with many "puppet playthings" in the palm of his hand, is manipulated by the lead wire of "Taixuxiang". At this moment, he is probably sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai thousands of miles away, waiting to reap the benefits of a fisherman.

Releasing Hou Qing, who was trapped in the deserted area of ​​the South China Sea, is actually tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger. Even if the Lord of Yincheng is a lion who has returned to the top, he needs to be cautious at every step if he is able to suppress Hou Qing, a weak tiger. A slight mistake.

"You want to snatch Hou Qing's immortal stele?" His Highness sneered, "My lord, I'm afraid that you are not deep enough in your knowledge, and you missed a few tricks, and you were abducted here by him all the way."

The Lord of Fengxue Silver City looked calm.

From his big sleeves, the wind and snow kept rolling out. After gradually gaining momentum, the rolling became bigger and bigger. Although the wind and snow were powerful, they were not sticky. The pieces were like goose feathers, and they were about to seal off the entire Darong Temple.

He blocked the spider web behind him with his own strength.

Your Highness is right.

He really did not expect that in the immortal tablet, there would be someone who could not be controlled by cause and effect.

Such a person is either dead or

The face under the mask of the Lord of Yincheng was a bit dignified, he narrowed his eyes slowly, and moved to Qingshi without leaving any traces. This young Ksitigarbang reincarnation who has not yet risen up, it would be best if he could take his soul, but if he couldn't Shenhun cannot allow him to leave here safely.

Although there are many monsters in the world today, the more spirits this Ksitigarbha reincarnated Bodhisattva gets, the closer he is to the peak of the year. Although the talents revealed today are already extremely high, not inferior to Qingshi, but except for the reincarnated woman of the Suzaku Great Sage of the Western Regions, the others may not be able to guarantee full stamina, and have been keeping pace with Qingshi and Xiyao. Finally reached the unspeakable realm.

In the final analysis, Guimenguan was the dojo of Ksitigarbha back then.

That Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva wanted to cultivate the last one of the six supernatural powers, so as to achieve the Buddhahood, and then be immortal. Unfortunately, he only succeeded halfway. However, it fell short, and these devils who were originally imprisoned by Ksitigarbha took advantage of it. In addition, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva failed to break the catastrophe and was reincarnated. Over the years, the number of devils in the ghost gate has not decreased but increased. , There are even practitioners in the world who are willing to fall into the devil and enter the Ksitigarbha Dojo in order to obtain the so-called eternal life.

If that bodhisattva returns to the dojo without filling up his soul for a day, the ghost gate will be in a state of dancing with demons for a day.

The Lord of Yincheng clenched his palms slightly.

The invisible silk thread is controlled by him.

He has seen the situation clearly.

The situation that worried him most did not appear.

There is really only one person in this illusion.

The "seriously injured" South China Sea Chess Master cannot break free from cause and effect and enter here.

The Lord of Yincheng has always worried that this is a "please enter the urn".

The strength of the South China Sea has been weakened to the extreme by various coincidences inside and outside.

And my power of insight into the emptiness is unparalleled in the world. Since I stepped into the wilderness, the only great master on the top of the final peak and in the Lantern Cave Mansion has indeed lived in a state of "severely injured and endangered".

This cannot be faked.

In the matter of good fortune, starve to death the timid and the bold. Since he has the courage to release Hou Qing, he dares to swallow this piece of meat. No matter how big the cause and effect is, he can bear it.

But when the little Highness appeared here, he was a little uncertain.

The Lord of Yincheng confirmed it many times, checked back and forth with the power of Taixu all over the immortal monument, and confirmed that Yi Xiao was just an accident.

This "accident" in front of me is indeed a bit tricky.

The Lord of Yincheng knew that his spirit was very strong.

Now in the north and south of the Central Plains, all the rivers and lakes, temples, streets and alleys, everyone knows that His Royal Highness Qi Liang's spiritual attainments are unparalleled in the world.

He took a slow, deep breath.

The soul of his own into the stele is not considered strong, and he should not be the opponent of the little highness Lianyi in a fight.

It's just that the bodhisattva is still in a state of broken Taoism and eroded by hostility.

If he resisted a fist and robbed the bluestone, would he be able to swallow this mouthful of fortune?

The wind and snow of Yincheng City Lord contained the power of Taixu that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, he thought for a moment silently.

Even if he fails within the stele, it is a big deal to let go of this soul and reluctantly give up his love. Outside the stele, he has three puppets of the peak master realm.

Everyone here, after leaving the monument, is a dead word.

The Lord of Yincheng silently counted Houqing among all the people.

When he came to South China Sea, the city lord of Yincheng, who originally only wanted Hou Qing's magic gate to control strings, at this moment the corners of his lips under the mask of the green ghost raised slightly, and he naturally turned the entire immortal monument and the barren land into his own pocket of things.

He raised his head and looked at the grand huge lotus flower.

Clenching palms inside the sleeves.

The power of Taixu that permeated the world suddenly retracted!

The black coat on the body of the Lord of Yincheng suddenly opened, countless wind and snow were blown away from the coat, and the sky and the earth were covered with a vast expanse of snow.

That huge coat of arms turned into countless snowstorms,

His Highness's pupils shrank slightly.

The buds of the black lotus flower condensed by his own soul power were gathered very vigilantly.

But the wind and snow came too fast, and a snowflake still fell on the lotus petals.

"boom"

A petal of the black lotus was blown to pieces.

Countless wind and snow rushed in.

The originally illusory black coat was inconceivably condensed and formed by the wind and snow at this moment.

The fangs-ridden green ghost mask of the city lord of Fengxue Yincheng was almost face-to-face with His Highness.

He put one hand on Qingshi's shoulder, and the wind, snow and frost spread in an instant, freezing half of the little monk's body at an extremely fast speed.

The green ghost smiled slightly.

About to sweep back.

His Highness sneered.

The green ghost's pupils shrank suddenly.

In the center of the pupil, there was a fist, which kept enlarging and enlarging. It was extremely unreasonable, and it punched on his mask.

(End of this chapter)