Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 95 Flying Sword Psychic (1100 plus, please subscribe)
Southern Xinjiang.

Fang Xian's incarnation outside the body, Daoist Hongri is flying away with the fire dragon sword, and there is only a crimson horse in the sky, which is tens of miles away in an instant.

"Okay, this sword is really suitable for me!"

He was dressed in a scarlet Taoist robe, and there was joy in his eyes: "The swordsmanship has improved a little bit, and the time when the sword is like thunder is not far away..."

The magic power of Jindan level is not the same as before.

In particular, he has refined the Great Sun True Yang Pill, which has the appearance of a first-grade celestial being and has many wonderful uses.

During this period of his submerged cultivation, in addition to 'Sword Light Breaking the Law', he also proved a level of state called 'Flying Sword Psychic'.

The flying sword in this realm is already equivalent to a living creature that has given birth to intelligence, and can do things on its own under the command of the sword master.

This realm was not achieved by him through hard training, but when he used the power of the Great Sun True Yang Pill to refine the Fire Dragon Sword, the Fire Dragon Sword channeled its own spirit, which was an unexpected surprise.

If it came with the second-grade Nine Flame Flame Dragon Pill, it might not be such a good thing.

"A first-grade golden elixir has infinite uses. The most precious thing about the Great Sun True Yang Pill is this little bit of great sun vitality... The anode generates yin, and yin and yang make good fortune. There is no beginning and no end, endless, and it's indescribably wonderful..."

Fang Xian threw out a flame at will.

The flame turned into a bird, chirping, and then turned into a pony, galloping on the ground.

If he is willing to put in the effort and practice it for decades, maybe this flame can truly turn into a living being and start the path of cultivation. It is a natural creation.

"Today is just a whim, why don't you go to Mingwang Temple to have a look..."

Monk Jin Hai had told Fang Xian the address before, and it was very convenient to find it.

When Fang Xian came to the ground, he didn't show up, just let the Fire Dragon Sword fly out, and immersed himself in it.

The next moment, everything Feijian experienced was vividly visible in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Sneaking in with a flying sword, as long as you restrain the sword light, it's much more convenient than humans... Another good way to do bad things, huh? What am I thinking?"

Fang Xian was a little speechless, but still manipulated the fire dragon sword to hide the light of the sword, and flew over the Mingwang Temple.

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"I can't live through this day..."

In Mingwang Temple, there was a bald man with a bald head, who was obviously mourned by the newly shaved novice monk, and he threw down the broom in his hand.

His real name is Ma Dongdan, and he is a veiled figure among the three generations of disciples of Bai Gu Sect. His cultivation has reached the supernatural power level, and he can be called a Sanxian.

In Miaojiang, it can be said that they are domineering, and they have done a lot of things to grab a certain Miao girl in the village.

It's a pity that ever since the idea of ​​the toad monster Neidan was hit, he has been out of luck.

In the beginning, he coveted Neidan, but was chased by the toad monster to a panic.

Later, I became cruel and borrowed a magic weapon specially used to collect inner alchemy. It was supposed to be safe, but I didn't expect that even the magic weapon was stolen, and I was chased by the enraged toad monster. Only then escaped.

The last time, I saw the changes in the world and wanted to pick up a bargain.

But before he saw any benefits, he was taken down by the monk Jin Hai, and he couldn't help but bring it to Mingwang Temple. He was sealed up and had to listen to Buddhism every day. Yesterday he complained a few words, and the old monk said that he and The Buddha was predestined, and he was shaved abruptly.

Ma Dongdan really wants to cry but has no tears.

"Brother..." A few junior brothers next to him said with tears in their eyes, "I'm afraid this old monk has a cultivation of alchemy, and our master may not be able to defeat him... and there is also a Buddhist sect behind him, so he is not afraid of our Hundred Gu Sect. Aren't we really going to be given up to him as disciples?"

Thinking of the miserable life of eating vegetarian food and chanting scriptures in the future, the brothers wanted to hug each other and cry.

Could it be that the purpose of cultivating Sanxian through hard work is to become a monk for hundreds of years?
"Hee hee...these little monks are interesting. How about I tell your master and ask him to give you to me as slaves?"

Suddenly, a little ghost broke into him, with a smile on his face, it turned out to be Gu Daoxian.

It's just that at this time, Lingxu Yukong has already reached the level of magical power.

Ma Dongdan opened his eyes wide, almost thinking that he had made a mistake.

How old is this little devil, how did he become a loose fairy?Could it be that his cultivation is so worthless now?

"Daoxian, don't mess around."

Taoist Zhuyun and Monk Sanxiao came hand in hand, his face twitched when he saw this, and he hurriedly shouted.

Monk Sanxiao even said to Monk Jin Hai who was beside him: "Young disciple is naughty, please don't take offense, Brother Buddha."

"Lingtu's nature is natural, and the poor monk likes it very much."

Monk Jin Hai clasped his hands together, with neither sadness nor joy on his face: "With this son, the future of the Shushan Sword School is limitless..."

But I feel pity in my heart, why my Buddhism didn't receive such a great blessing.

"This Jinhai eminent monk is my good friend, are you still rude?"

Monk Sanxiao asked Zhu Yingzi, Han Yingzhu, and Zhuge behind him.

"Meet the master!"

The other three little ones were still very obedient, and they came forward to salute, but they were all in the realm of the talisman species and had not yet been promoted.

The orthodox mentality of Taoism values ​​the foundation the most. The more basic it is, the more steady and steady it must be. If there is a slight suddenness, no matter how hard you try later, you may not be able to make up for it.

However, Gu Daoxian went home and got a chance to directly condense the formula of the divine way. He thought he was superior to others, but he didn't know that he was one step behind.

"Poor old monk, he has nothing to do, and he doesn't have a meeting gift to give..."

Monk Jin Hai made a sad face.

"Brother Buddha, you don't have to be polite. We are here in southern Xinjiang, firstly for the sake of Grandma Green, and secondly for one person."

Monk Sanxiao originally hurt some vitality, but the head of the three immortals has a very important matter, and he got the help of the panacea sent by the master Feijian, so he tried his best to do it.

Monk Jin Hai was startled, and immediately asked: "But the one who suppressed Huoyan?"

"Sure enough... this son should join my Shushan sect this time."

Monk Sanxiao and Taoist Zhuyun looked at each other, thinking that Fang Xian would not be able to escape this time, even if he was tied up, he would have to go back to Mount Shu.

"Master, uncle, why bother you?"

Gu Daoxian shouted: "I have also cultivated magical powers now. I cut down Grandma Green with one sword...and that Fangxian, I...I'm not afraid of him!"

The first half of his sentence was okay, but the second half of his sentence was a bit harsh.

"But... that person has already formed a pill..."

Monk Jin Hai's face twitched, just as he was about to say this, Monk Sanxiao's expression became solemn, and he looked into the air: "Who dares to spy?"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuyun Old Daoist had merged his body and sword into one, turning into a blue rainbow and rushing into the air.

As the sword energy flickered, it directly broke through the concealment method, revealing a fiery red flying sword.

The flying sword psychic, turned into a fire dragon, and slashed in the air.

Ding!
Just now, the old Taoist Zhuyun felt a little familiar, but suddenly felt a strong attack, he was chopped down even with a sword, fell to the head of the cloud, and was defeated by a sword!

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