Chapter 230: Killing the enemy and gaining

Seeing that the wind blades and stones that swept through could not break through the crimson translucent light clock that he had transformed from the monk's robe, the flower-picking monk who seemed a little panicked because he was caught off guard suddenly calmed down and even smiled proudly: "Monster, this blood-refining monk's robe is a second-grade defensive treasure. The wind stone soul-catching array placed here by fellow Taoist here is just a first-level human-level formation. Is it a bit of a dream to use it to break the defense of my blood-refining monk's robe?"

Although the flower-picking monk saw that Zhang Wenzhong was putting the Wind Stone Soul-Snatching Array in this tree-lined avenue, he never expected that this Wind Stone Soul-Snatching Array was not ordinary, but was an array eye made of the Wind Stone Banner. The Wind Stone Soul-Snatching Array and the Wind Stone Banner have the same attributes and similar effects. If used alone, it will indeed not break the defense of the Blood Refining Monk's Robe. However, under their mutual combination, the increased power is not a small point, but a multiple increase.

Naturally, the lustful monk of flowers would not know these things. He had even thought that he had seen through Zhang Wenzhong's background. He was squinting his eyes that were transmitting fierce light and muttering to himself: "Since it is the Wind Stone Soul-Slaying Formation, then the person who sets the formation must be the descendants of the Qimen Dunjia Sect. Among these cultivation sects now, only the Qimen Dunjia Sect are like the spider weaving nets to prey. They like to set up the formation in advance and use the power of the formation to hurt people. What's more, this person has been hiding in the dark and refuses to show up, but he is like those guys from the Qimen Dunjia Sect who like to hide.

The same style. The Wind Stone Soul-Slaying Array is just the entry-level formation of Qimen Dunjia Sect. Since this person is setting up this formation, it means that his cultivation is not high and he probably hasn't broken through the Qi Refining Period. The people of Qimen Dunjia Sect are not good at fighting for life, let alone just a rookie in the Qi Refining Period? He obviously does not pose any threat to me. Instead of entangling him here and causing those guys to notice, it's better to quickly catch this virgin with a slight orifice-like heart and leave. When my cultivation level is successful in the future, it's not too late to go to their Qimen Dunjia Sect to ask for an explanation."

After making up the idea, the flower-picking monk rushed towards Su Xiaomei again and laughed grimly: "Xiao Niu, I didn't expect you to be a bait. But this time, you have to accompany yourself in too. Hahahaha..."

Su Xiaomei was already shocked by the bizarre scenes in front of her, but when she saw the flower-picking monk rushing over again, she immediately came back to her senses. In this very short moment, she not only did not panic, but also acted extremely calm and calm, quickly using the amulet she held tightly in her left hand according to the method taught by Zhang Wenzhong.

A white light suddenly appeared in the amulet, and Su Xiaomei's figure suddenly changed. Just a second before the hands and eyes of the flower-picking monk were about to grab her shoulder, she actually disappeared out of thin air, causing the flower-picking monk to pounce on her.

A second later, Su Xiaomei appeared beside Zhang Wenzhong. The function of the amulet was to teleport her to Zhang Wenzhong's side.

"Is that just now... moving instantly?" Su Xiaomei opened her eyes wide, opened her mouth wide, and had a dazed expression on her face. She couldn't believe what she had just experienced, after all, it was too fantastic. "Isn't this a dream? Or is it because I stayed up late to play games last night and had hallucinations?"

"Little sister, stay here and don't move around." Zhang Wenzhong first reminded Su Xiaomei, and then ordered the three-legged Wu: "You stay here and protect your little sister!"

"Yes!" The three-legged turtle didn't care about continuing to dress up as an ordinary crow at this time. After answering, he immediately flew to Su Xiaomei's shoulder and rested.

Zhang Wenzhong held the desert eagle in his left hand and the three-foot sword in his right hand. He jumped out of his hiding place and rushed towards the flower-picking monk.

"Oh my God! You... you crow can speak human language?!" Su Xiaomei looked at the three-legged black that was resting on her shoulder in horror, and asked in horror: "Are you a monster?"

"Monster, you are a monster, and your whole family is a monster!" The Sanzhuwu hated the most was that others said it was a crow or a monster. Now Su Xiaomei had both of them, and she was so angry that her feathers all over her body exploded. If it weren't for Su Xiaomei's apprentice, I'm afraid it would have been pecking at Su Xiaomei long ago. " Stay here honestly, don't move around, and don't yell, otherwise I will hurt your face with a mouth and make you disfigure it!"

Su Xiaomei was shocked and quickly shut up and stopped talking. In private, she was speculating in her heart: "This is not like dreaming, nor is it like an illusion... Can anyone tell me, this... what's going on?"

Just as Zhang Wenzhong jumped out of his hiding place, the flower-picking monk also noticed him. However, the flower-picking monk did not panic, but instead sneered and said in a sarcastic tone: "If you have been hiding so much, I really have to spend some time and energy to find you. But you are so stupid that you show up on your own initiative... Well, let me kill you first, and then catch the virgin with a slight orifice-like heart!" He jumped and rushed towards Zhang Wenzhong quickly.

Seeing this, Zhang Wenzhong suddenly raised his left hand and shot two shots at the lustful monk with "bang" and "bang".

Originally, when he saw Zhang Wenzhong holding a gun in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, the flower-picking monk found it very funny, and even couldn't help but sneer and sarcastically: "Look at what you are holding in your hand? Is it a pistol? Haha, you shouldn't be naive to think that this small pistol can hurt me, right? It's stupid..." However, his ridicule just sounded, and he was forced to stop abruptly. Because he was shocked to find that what was shot from this pistol was not an ordinary bullet, but two bullets flashing with golden light!

"How can the bullet shine?" The lustful monk of Caihua was stunned at first, and then he realized: "This pistol is not an ordinary person, but a magic weapon!"

Although he was shocked, the flower-picking monk was not panicked, nor even dodged, and continued to rush towards Zhang Wenzhong with the bullet. He had a high confidence in the defense of the Blood Refining Monk's Robe. At the same time, he also knew that the Qimen Dunjia Sect was only good at formations and was not good at refining weapons. The magic weapon in the hands of this rookie disciple of the Qimen Dunjia Sect could be just a low-grade magic weapon. No matter how strong the attack power was, he could not break through the crimson translucent light clock turned into the Blood Refining Monk's Robe!

Although the flower-picking monk felt that the level of the magic weapon in Zhang Wenzhong's hand was not high, he was still thinking of killing people and catching treasures. After all, no one would think that there were too many things like magic weapons. "The magic weapon fell into the hands of a rookie like you, which is undoubtedly a waste of resources, or is it possible to hand it over to a virtuous person like me, who can exert its maximum effect!"

Seeing that the lustful monk of flowers did not dodge or avoid and rushed towards him as the bullets came to him, a sneer suddenly appeared on Zhang Wenzhong's face.

Amid the two collisions of "dang" and "dang", the two bullets flashing with golden light violently hit the crimson translucent light bell that covered the body of the flower-Caihua Lust Monk. As the flower-Caihua Lust Monk expected, these two bullets did not cause even a slight damage to the crimson translucent light bell.

However, just as he was about to laugh proudly, the situation suddenly changed.

Originally, they swept from all directions and continuously bombarded the wind blades and stones of the crimson translucent light clock in a cover-type attack. At this time, they changed the way of attack. They no longer covered bombardment of the crimson translucent light clock, but changed to fixed-point attack. The two points they attacked were exactly the points where the two bullets flashing with golden light just now hit.

The flower-picking monk was frightened to find that there were slight cracks on these two points. Moreover, with the crazy bombardment of wind blades and stones, the cracks on these two points were gradually increasing and increasing...

"This... how is this possible? My Blood Refining Monk's Robe is a second-grade treasure, how could it be broken like this?" The lustful monk in flower exclaimed in horror. Although he refused to believe that this was true, this fact was placed in front of him, forcing him to believe it.

Seeing the cracks spread continuously, it won’t take long for the crimson translucent light bell that turned into a blood-refining monk’s robe to completely shatter. The flower-picking monk calmed down and said intently: “This formation is definitely not an ordinary wind stone soul-catching array. The magic weapon this guy just used is definitely not a low-grade magic weapon. As for his cultivation level... he must be not a rookie in the Qi Refining Stage! I was fooled, this guy is clearly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!”

"Retreat, I must retreat! The current situation is completely controlled by him. I must retreat before the blood-refining monk's robe is completely broken. Otherwise, I will probably have to throw my life here..." The flower-picking monk made the correct decision based on the current situation in an instant. His feet were a little on the ground and his arms were spreading wide. His whole person was like a soaring eagle with wings spreading, retreating rapidly. At this moment of life and death, his retreating speed was even faster than his rushing forward.

"I want to run away? It's too late!" Zhang Wenzhong was so worried that he had set up such a trap to lure him into the trap. How could he let him run away? His right hand relaxed, and the three-foot sword roared out and shot at the flower-picking monk.

Use your energy to control the sword!

Seeing this scene, the lewd monk of Caihua really wanted to cry.

Are you a disciple of Qimen Dunjia Sect? Isn’t it good for you to practice the formation honestly? Why do you have to learn the sword cultivator’s art of using energy to control swords? What is the difference between doing this and stealing the job of a sword cultivator? How can you let the sword cultivators bear the feelings? How can you let me bear the feelings?

The flower-picking monk knew very well that his blood-refining monk's robe had reached the brink of being about to break, and he could not resist this sword that was as powerful as thunder. So he tore off the string of rosary with one hundred and eight, causing all the dark red beads to scatter.

What is contrary to common sense is that these dark red rosary did not fall to the ground, but were suspended in the air in some way. From a distance, these 108 dark red rosary suspended in the air actually formed a statue of the wrathful Ming King with three sides and four arms, staring like bells, standing on fangs, and rushing to the crown, with anger and anger.

Just as the wrathful Ming King statue was just formed, the violent wind blade and powerful stones completely shattered the blood-refining monk's robe, sweeping towards the flower-picking monk like a storm.

The flower-picking monk seemed to be unable to see the wind blades and stones sweeping around him. He put his hands together and recited a Sanskrit mantra of wrathful kings with extremely fast speech. In the sound of the mantra, the statue of wrathful kings composed of one hundred and eight beads actually burst out with wisps of dark red light. Immediately afterwards, the statue of wrathful kings, which was originally closed, suddenly opened his eyes, then raised his four arms, and faced the wind blades and stones swept from all directions.

The continuous explosion sounded suddenly, endlessly.

Fortunately, this was a rainy night with thunder and lightning, and the sound of thunder and lightning hid all the explosion. Otherwise, the continuous explosion would definitely attract the attention of students and cause unnecessary trouble.

Under the protection of this wrathful statue of the King of Impressions, the flower-picking monk was unscathed under the siege of wind blades and stones.

At this time, the three-foot sword shot in front of the statue of the wrathful Ming King.

Grinning his teeth and his eyes were terrifyingly angry, the statue of the King of Wrath, waved his four arms to face the three-foot sword that was as powerful as thunder. The flower-picking monk knew very well, whether he was dead or alive, it was just a fight in front of him. So he gritted his teeth and bet on this lifelong cultivation, just to defeat the flying sword, and then quickly escape from here.

As for revenge?

As the saying goes, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. Although he is a monk or not, he can still calm down. What's more, he has not only obtained the secret of practicing the Ming Wang Huanxi Zen, but also obtained the good treasure that is very beneficial to improving his cultivation! In time, his cultivation will definitely be a thousand miles of diligence. Therefore, as long as he does not die here, it only takes twenty or thirty years to achieve a small success in his cultivation. It is not too late to come to seek revenge on this person at that time!

The wrathful Ming King was like the dark red light that bloomed from his body, and instantly won. He was mixed with each other and turned into a beautiful woman with a hot body, a beautiful appearance, and naked body - it was Concubine Ming!

The wrathful King Ming, with a ferocious face, was naked and charming, and the charming Concubine Ming attacked the three-foot sword from left to right.

Because of his preconceived ideas, the flower-picking monk determined that Zhang Wenzhong was a disciple of the Qimen Dunjia Sect. So when he thought that even if Zhang Wenzhong learned the art of using qi to control swords, he should not have practiced well. He must have been unable to stop the joint attack of the angry King Ming and Concubine Ming. However, just when he was ready to defeat the Three-Foot Sword and escape, there was an abnormal change on the body of the Three-Foot Sword.

Waves of blue halos rippled out of the sword and rose into the dark rain air...

The heavy rain that fell from the sky suddenly stopped.

"Has the rain stopped?" Although he was very nervous, a bad premonition appeared in the heart of the flower-picking monk, which made him unable to help but raise his head and look at the dark night sky above his head.

It would be fine if I didn't look at it, but when I saw it, the lustful monk of the flower could not help but exclaimed: "What... is this?!"

It turned out that the heavy rain falling from the sky did not stop, but was fused together under the influence of waves of blue halos, turning into a hideous water dragon, churning in the dark night sky. The rumbling thunder sound was like the roar of a water dragon, which shocked the flower-picking monk, and cold sweat instantly penetrated from the pores around his body.

"This... is this the Dragon Sword Art of Kanshui Sect?! Only those who have understood the sword intent can practice this sword technique. Could it be that this guy is not a disciple of Qimen Dunjia Sect, but a disciple of Kanshui Sect? Since he has all understood the sword intent, isn't his cultivation level above the Dan Ke stage?"

Zhang Wenzhong was once a god. Although his body and cultivation were all lost, his understanding of the "Big Way" and the "Sword Intent" were still preserved. Moreover, the sword intent he exuded at this moment was not the sword intent that ordinary cultivators understood, but the sword intent that an immortal at the peak of the immortal was understood.

Such a sword intent was as straight as the five mountains pressing against the flower-picking monk, crushing the last trace of luck in his heart.

Feeling the terrifying sword intention swept towards him, and watching the ferocious water dragon pounce on him. The expression on the flower-picking monk's face was only despair. He opened his mouth wide and made the last voice of his life: "It's over...it's really over this time..."

This hideous water dragon instantly swallowed the wrathful King Ming and Concubine Ming, and then swallowed the flower-picking monk into his mouth.

'boom……'

The water dragon burst into pieces instantly, turning into countless water droplets, sputtering in all directions.

The flower-picking monk who was devoured by the water dragon was lying straight on the ground, no longer breathing. Although there was no scar on his appearance, his internal organs had been shattered by the sword intent and rain that had penetrated into his body.

After confirming that the flower-picking monk was killed, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Killing the lustful monk with flowers seems very smooth, but the risks here are also huge.

Use bait to lure the lustful monk in flower picking... set up the wind and stone soul-catching array... break the blood-refining monk's robe... use the heavy rain to use the Dragon Sword Technique to kill the lustful monk in flower picking...

Each step seems simple, but it is extremely dangerous. If something goes wrong, even the smallest mistake will make the situation develop to the other side.

Zhang Wenzhong walked to the corpse of the flower-picking monk.

An object exposed from the arms of the flower-picking monk caught his attention. He bent down and took the thing out of the arms of the flower-picking monk.

This is a package that has been wrapped in several layers of plastic cloth, and some Sanskrit is written in cinnabar on the plastic cloth.

Zhang Wenzhong lifted the wrapped plastic cloth and exposed the things inside.

In addition to a thin parchment secret book, there is also a fist-sized statue of Joy Buddha forged in pure gold. This Joy Buddha statue looks exactly like the image of the Ming King and the Ming Concubine who were summoned by the flower-picking monk.

After looking through the parchment secret book, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but be surprised: "It was the Ming Wang Huanxi Zen?! This is the secret of Tantric Huanxi Zen. Is this flower-picking monk a child of Tantric? No, even if he is a Tantric child, with his qualifications and character, he cannot learn the Ming Wang Huanxi Zen, let alone hide the secrets of the Ming Wang Huanxi Zen. "

The Ming Wang Huanxi Zen is a dual cultivation technique in Tantric Buddhism. The original intention is to allow both men and women to improve their own cultivation when practicing this technique. This technique is very fond of the character of the practitioner, because if the character is not good, it is very likely that like this flower-picking monk, in order to greatly improve his own cultivation, he will collect other people's yin essence and yin essence everywhere...

As far as Zhang Wenzhong knows, the Tantric Huanxi Chan was extremely strict in recruiting disciples, and very few people were able to learn the skills of Huanxi Chan in Ming Wang. With the qualifications and character of this flower-picking monk, he was obviously not qualified to learn. In most cases, he stole this secret book!

In his previous life, although Zhang Wenzhong read a lot of books and had read all kinds of secrets and techniques of practicing. However, he had always heard of this Ming Wang Huanxi Zen Technique but could not see it. Taking this opportunity, he looked through this Ming Wang Huanxi Zen Technique.

"Huh..." After seeing this, Zhang Wenzhong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said in surprise: "I really didn't expect that the Ming Wang Huanxi Zen Master is so magical. Among the dual-cultural partners, only one person needs to have the qualifications to cultivate the truth, and even if the other person does not have the qualifications to cultivate the truth, he can use this technique to enter the realm of cultivation, so as to achieve the ultimate goal of jointly certifying the way..."

After closing the parchment secret book, Youjia, Lin Ziman and Tan Qingqing appeared in front of Zhang Wenzhong.

Although Zhang Wenzhong is a elm-head who doesn't understand women very much, he also sees the deep affection of these three women for him. Before this, the reason why he chose to pretend to be stupid was that none of these three women did not have the qualifications to cultivate the truth.

During the Tang Dynasty, he also had a gentle and lovely wife. After he embarked on the path of cultivation, his wife was unable to practice with him because she did not have the qualifications to cultivate her. In the end, he could only watch his wife gradually grow old and even die...

This pain is really hard to describe in words!

Zhang Wenzhong did not want to experience the same pain again, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb in the face of the tenderness of the three women.

But now, with the Ming Wang Huanxi Zen skills, things have turned around...
Chapter completed!