Mu Fan stood up with Xiao Wan's support and said, "If that old monk appears again, I'm afraid we really won't be able to survive." ” What just happened was not an illusion, the path was real, but now there is nothing.
This kind of method, Mu Fan has grown so big, it is unheard of.
The person who made that path didn't kill him, and Mu Fan estimated that it was a temptation.
Walking along the real mountain road, although the scenery is still beautiful, Mu Fan and Xiaowan have no intention of appreciating it.
There were a lot of sawdust around, which had fallen from the wagon.
Mu Fan was protected by a green snake robe, but carriages and horses were not.
Flying from an unknown height, the carriage fell to pieces, and one wheel flew far away, it was the most complete part of the carriage.
The horses were worse than the carriages, and the horses were broken into a puddle of flesh, and the bones and entrails were mixed together, and only a few of the horses' hooves were not broken.
Mu Fan and Xiao Wan walked away, leaving a series of footprints on the mountain road that stretched into the distance.
Behind the footprints, there was occasionally blood flowing from Mu Fan's back.
A middle-aged monk walked through the mountains and forests, and after a few vertical leaps, he landed on the debris of the carriage.
Looking at the tragic situation of the carriage and the horse, he silently chanted a few times: "Amitabha Buddha ......"
The middle-aged monk stretched out his sleeves and incorporated the debris of the carriage and the carcass of the horse into his sleeves.
He then jumped down the cliff and fetched some stones and dirt from the ground to cover up all traces of what had just happened.
The middle-aged monk took a deep breath, and then blew hard, blowing the dirt all over the sky.
The dust drifted on top of the blood stains, and after spreading a little thicker, the blood stains could no longer be seen.
As long as there is another rain, or if a monk carries water from here and steps on it a few times, no one will ever find these clues again.
After doing this, the middle-aged monk breathed a sigh of relief and his brows furrowed.
His appearance is very ordinary, he has no features, and he belongs to the kind that is difficult to find when he stands in the crowd.
The only thing that stands out is the diamond bracelet on his right hand.
Everything that happened just now was seen by the middle-aged monk.
When the carriage flew down from the air and smashed into Mu Fan, his heart was about to jump to his throat, and he almost couldn't help but rescue Mu Fan.
The middle-aged monk sighed secretly: "That crazy old guy is really unreliable, and he almost caused a catastrophe. ” He waved his hand forward, and a tiny formation appeared in front of him.
Although the formation is small, the mysteries of the formation are not much simpler than those of the Condensing Sky Great Array.
The middle-aged monk walked into the formation, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the broken temple that Mu Fan had encountered before.
At the door of the temple, the old monk was still chanting: "Which monk am I?"
” The old monk looked up at the middle-aged monk and asked, "Do you know which monk I am?"
” The middle-aged monk shook his head and said, "I'll ask you a question, and if you answer me truthfully, I'll tell you." ” The old monk said happily: "Good, good, it's really good." ” "Why did you dissolve the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra?
Give up the power of the eight dragons and eight elephants?
” The old monk breathed a breath, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes, judging from the previous confused appearance.
He said solemnly, "I told you, the Great Brahma is not dead yet. ” The middle-aged monk spread his hands and said, "It's finally back to normal." ” The old monk stood up straight, "What Emperor Mingyou handed over to me, I won't forget it when I die." ” "Alright, you've told me hundreds of times."
The middle-aged monk said, "I have to ask you about the Great Brahma every time in order to wake you up."
Every time you come to your senses, you repeat this phrase. ” The old monk rolled up his monk's robe, exposed his arms, and said, "Look, I am about to complete the Qingtian Pilgrimage Skill. ” The middle-aged monk shook his head helplessly, "That exercise is not for people to cultivate, if you continue to practice, I'm afraid you will be completely stupid." ” The old monk said with a smile: "At most, we can train ourselves into a tree, and when the big blue sky comes, we will be able to make a comeback." ” "I don't dare to practice that ghost technique, that guy in the dense forest is a lesson from the past."
The middle-aged monk sat on the steps in front of the temple, "Do you remember Bingxuan?"
” The old monk smiled: "You know, is he still researching that medicine?"
” The middle-aged monk said: "That's right, if his elixir is completed, we don't need the big blue sky to descend, we can still do it." ” "With you, I won't give up the Qingtian pilgrimage."
The middle-aged monk smiled bitterly, "I knew it would be like this, I came mainly to tell you that Dongze and Beihua have ceased war." ” The old monk nodded, "It's good to stop fighting, so as not to have too serious internal friction and let the demon clan get a chance." ” The middle-aged monk took out a jade slip from his arms and said, "Here are the records of recent events, you should take a good look at it while you are sober now." ” He put the jade slip on the stone steps, and with a wave of his sleeve, the small formation reappeared.
Before leaving, he still turned back to the old monk and said, "National teacher, take care!"
Alas......
The Qingtian Pilgrimage Skill really doesn't practice anymore. ” As if laughing at himself for always talking heavily, the middle-aged monk sighed and stepped into the formation.
When the old monk heard the middle-aged monk call him a national teacher, he was stunned at first, and then he was at a loss.
It's been too long, and I'm getting confused.
He bent down to pick up the jade slip on the stone steps, and his hand was cold for a while.
Putting the jade slip into his sleeve, the old monk faced the sun, and his body slowly twisted.
As he said, his body was like a tree.
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The turquoise light on his body shone brightly, and it looked like a new sprout drawn from a tree.
A bunch of tendrils emerged from his feet, and as soon as they stretched out, they immediately burrowed into the ground, absorbing the life energy of other vegetation.
The old monk exhaled a long breath, and his breath was long.
A pale green glow shrouded around his body.
Through the cultivation of the Qingtian Pilgrimage Skill, he broke through to the early stage of the Heavenly Sudden Realm step by step.
A body of life force, plus he once almost trained the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra, his muscles and bones are comparable to pure gold.
Now he is almost unkillable, and his strength is comparable to him, and he will be consumed by him little by little.
Those who are stronger than him, as long as they can't completely annihilate him, they can't stop his resurrection.
The strength of God's exercises is shocking, but the side effects are also prohibitive.
When the old monk ran the Qingtian pilgrimage gong again, the whole person was covered with branches, which was very similar to the thousand-year-old tree that Mu Fan encountered in the dense forest.
The old monk was much better than the tree in the forest, at least he was able to regain his senses sometimes.
In a trance, he felt as if he had just done something, as if he had met two young people.
When I thought about it carefully, I thought it might be my hallucination.
The old monk shook his head, "It's getting more and more serious, Da Qingtian, when will you come, I'm ready to dedicate all my strength to you." ” He took out a jade slip from his arms, and there was a puzzled look in his eyes.
"Who gave this to me?"
The old monk touched his head and thought carefully for a long time, but he still didn't remember who gave it.
He put the jade slip in his sleeve, his face full of doubts......