World of Cultivation

The 366th Big Buddha Temple Yizheng

Open your eyes, left Mo headaches, this reminds me of drinking with my brother last night. The two have been drinking, and it seems that they are still crazy, singing and dancing, and finally how to fall, he has no impression at all.

Struggling to get out of the room, the outside is confused and foggy.

Not far away, Xie Shanzheng respectfully asked Wei Sheng, he nodded from time to time, just like a child. Zuo Mo pulled his mouth and smiled silently. It must have been a vision of heaven and earth on the day of his brother, and he greatly shocked Xie Shan.

Zuo Mo did not bother the two and walk around at will. The five slave ships are staggered and form a huge camp.

Suddenly there was a strong reinforcement, and everyone’s morale was greatly enhanced, and daily practice was more difficult. The vision of heaven and earth when Wei Sheng broke through, the shock can be more than Xie Shan alone.

Awen recovered and remembered that he was forced into the same situation by the sorrowful beast, especially in front of the boss, and his heart was extremely depressed. Early in the morning, I ran around the perimeter of the camp. I just wanted to meet another sorrowful beast and screamed. The ten aggressive ones are not to be left behind, and are close behind.

The small tower and the small fire arched the ghosts, and the ghosts were dumb, and occasionally responded. At this time, the small fire and the small tower were very excited. The stupid bird held his head and took advantage of its unique bird step. He walked past Zuo Mo’s side and looked at him without looking at him.

I don't know why, Zuo Mo's heart is full of warmth, the mood is like the sun, the unusually cheerful, even the **** sky seems to be a lot more lovely.

Suddenly remembered, the sorcerer who had been killed by Awen left a paw and a bead and quickly took it out. The claws are firm like iron, dark and shiny, and the texture is extremely hard, especially the claws on the claws. They are extremely sharp. They are gently stroked on the ground, and they are five deep scratches. With Zuo Mo’s eyesight, he couldn’t tell what material it belonged to.

"This is Shen Bingbing, it is very rare, it is a natural weapon. I am the first time I saw this kind of quality Shen Bing. Your luck is not a mistake, like this is the fierce place that has been closed for thousands of years. It is possible to breed such a powerful scorpion beast, and it is possible to get such a squad."

Pu Yao is full of emotion,

Zuo Mo danced his two claws and felt that it was not very smooth. He said: "This thing is worth a lot of spar!"

Full of emotions, Pu Yao slammed his forehead with a blue rib, and he forced himself to press: "This is not for the repairer, but for the demon."

The left is disappointed, the face is lacking, and what can't be changed into a spar? And he has the magical skills under his hand, but there is no such thing as repairing the magic. Wait, he suddenly remembered the flower slaves in the battalion. Are they not doing the magic?

"They can't use it." Pu Yao realized the fun of fighting Zuo Mo, and said leisurely: "They repaired the "Flower Monsters", their weapons are the spiritual flowers on them, oh, now it should be called demon. Shen The sergeant is a fierce thing, but it is not an ordinary demon."

Can't change the spar, no one can use it under the hand, it is not the ordinary demon can use...

This is not what waste is?

If you don't say anything, Zuo Mo will throw it into the ring and pick up the beads.

"Hey, this is a good thing!" Zuo Mo spirited, he did not understand what he was, but this bead could be distinguished.

The ordinary soul has a trace of the soul of the soul, how can the soul beast not? This bead is their core, which contains a huge amount of spiritual origin, extremely pure. If you think about it, you will be left alone. These sorrowful beasts are all created by the sorcerer's soul, which devours other sorcerers and grows. The formation of each scorpion beast requires a minimum of 100,000 fog. The soul of the beast was first opened, and began to understand the primary method of practicing suffocation.

This ancient battlefield, tens of thousands of years of no one to disturb, bred out of the soul of the beast, experienced the most brutal killing, experienced a long time of cultivation, their soul is strong, can be imagined.

Zuo Mo immediately found out that their former self-satisfied "fishing" was really stupid...

The corner of his eyes just saw the difference between the grandson and the grandson. When he was in a flash, he jumped to the side of the grandson. When the grandson had not reacted, he put the beads in the mouth of the grandson.

An unseen, miserable public grandson’s eyes slammed outwards. After a break, the little girl had a faint blush on her face and suddenly became red, like a fire cloud.

Soon, the whole body of the grandson was red, and his fingers glared at the left, and he couldn’t speak for a while.

Suddenly, his eyes were round and round, and he turned and fled.

"Haha!"

Behind him, there was a laugh from the left.

Shen Yubing was useless, and the nuclear bead counted Xiao Niang. Zuo Mo suddenly felt that he was doing nothing. The team temporarily rested in the same place. Through the description of the brothers, Zuo Mo knew that the scope of this fog was beyond his imagination. The native native he thought was a master, and he was not in a hurry.

"Golden soul! Have you forgotten the golden soul?" Pu Yao could not help but remind.

Left Mo slaps his head, right, how do you forget this anecdote?

Yi Zheng was surprised and more and more. Although he is not the core disciple of the Great Buddha Temple, his basic common sense is still there. The Big Buddha Temple, their world, is already a very powerful martial art, but...

His eyes swept over the repairers who were desperately cultivating. Although it was not the first time they saw it, his heart was inevitable. The repair of these repairers is not high, and the repair of the meditation period is roughly equivalent to the ordinary disciples in the temple. However, if the disciples in the temple are in conflict with the people in front of them, I am afraid that there will be no bone residue left!

murderous look!

He was shocked and murderous. Elite! The word suddenly jumped out of his mind, and only those who had experienced countless **** battles could have such a murderous murder.

There are also such elite sects in the temple, he has seen. The personal cultivation of the Zen soldiers is not strong. Once they fight, they know how difficult they are. They were fierce and fierce, and they did not care about the injury. Yi Zheng was once suppressed by a Zen soldier who was repaired below him. Then five to five, they even lost even if they did not support the past.

If it were not inside the door, they were already dead.

"This brother, it is polite."

A gentle, soft voice sounded behind him.

Yizheng moved in the heart and turned around. His face immediately showed a happy color. He stood opposite a meditation. In this team, there is actually meditation! Yizheng carefully looked at it, although it was not a robe and a pipa, but the faint meditation atmosphere that emerged was not fake. He immediately felt a lot of kindness and quickly returned to the ceremony: "Small and polite!"

"The younger brother Zong Ru, if the brothers have any instructions, you can go directly to me." Zong Ru has a faint smile on his face.

Yi Zheng’s heart was secretly stunned, and the other’s cultivation was not lower than him. Meditation is the most important meditation, and his face is also a slight smile, a deep ritual: "The brothers are polite, the younger brother is low-minded, lost helpless, but also ask the brothers to take care of them."

"Everyone is in danger, and mutual help is the right thing to do." Zong Ru smiled, and the right hand said: "It is better to go to the younger brother's room. If there is any doubt, please ask."

"Good!" Yi is busy.

He followed Zong Ru's body and saw that from time to time there were practitioners who bowed to Zong Ru, and his heart was in the dark. It seems that this sect is like a brother in this group.

Zongru’s room was very simple, except for the two futons.

"The simple place, I laughed." Zong Ruxiao said.

"Where is it! The brothers here, in the same way, the younger brother admire." Yi Zheng quickly said.

Zong Ru smiled and said: "I don't know where the brothers and sisters are from? Where did you practice before?"

In the heart of Yi Zheng’s heart, he replied, and replied: “Xiao Xiao is a disciple of the Great Buddha Temple. He used to practice in Hejushan.”

"Big Buddha Temple?" Zongru Shen Shen, suddenly remembered something, surprised: "But the big Buddha Temple in the sea?"

"Senior brothers know the temple?" The other side's surprise made Yi Zheng slightly relieved. At this time, he was shocked. He saw and heard this day and night, and he felt the pressure unconsciously.

"Oh, your temple "Da Buddha Zen Record" is one of the eight great meditations in the open space. It is famous for its reputation. Although the younger brother is ignorant and ignorant, he still knows.

Yi Zheng did not feel proud, if it was as the other said, Zong Ru will not appear for a moment. His heart moved: "I don't know where the brothers and sisters are?"

Zongru showed a few memories and smiled: "It is not afraid of the brothers laughing and laughing, and there is no teacher under it. In the past, I only met a master and taught some faint meditation."

Yi Zheng did not believe in his heart. Zong Ru’s cultivation was obviously not inferior to him. The meditation was even more unfathomable. Other methods have the possibility of taking advantage of it. Only the meditation of this meditation, although it is the foundation, has no room for skill. Zongru’s spiritual power fluctuates and calms like a sea. Obviously, the meditation is extremely profound.

Seeing the expression of Yi Zheng, Zong Ru will understand, and does not explain: "The brothers come from the vacant space. I am coming from Kunlun. The difference is more than ten million miles. It is a feminine encounter in this ancient battlefield. ""

Yi Zhengda nodded: "The brothers say this is great!" Some believe in the heart that the temples of meditation in the world are almost all gathered in the open space. Kunlun is famous for sword repair. I have never heard of any meditation temple.

Looking at it in detail, Zongru has a deep understanding of meditation, but it can distinguish the traces of wind and frost between the eyebrows. Obviously, there has been a bitter experience. The meditation disciples from the Great Temple do not like luxury, but they do not need to worry about the things of life. They can cultivate Zen with peace of mind and have few ascetic practitioners.

Suddenly remembering the "old battlefield" that Zong Ruo said just now, I couldn't help but ask: "Is this an ancient battlefield?"

"Well. We came in from the periphery, and we could see the bones along the way. It was only a long time, and it touched the fly ash. The adults said that this ancient battlefield is only for a long time." Zong Ru is not concealed.

"Long years?" Yizheng was so moved, and immediately fell into a bitter thought: "Wan years... ancient battlefield... ancient battlefield..."

The Big Buddha Temple is one of the Eight Greatest Temples. It has a long history and many temples. He racked his brains to recall, where the records can match the number.

Seeing that Iraq is in deep meditation, Zong Ru is not urging, waiting patiently.

For a long time, suddenly Yizheng whispered: "Don't you..."

There was a deep fear in his eyes.