In the world of film and television, demons and demons

Some of them are already extremely weak and can barely survive, but there are also some who are similar to Jie Xiaonan and Turtle Jing, who still have energy, but they were not in the mood to chat before.

Seeing the golden color on Qin Heng's body at this moment, he was either frightened or angry, or became greedy.

"Damn it, monks should die, I want to eat your flesh, drink your blood, and stew your bones to drink."

"He is indeed a real monk, not Monk Hua, this is a Buddhist body training method."

"I've seen it before. This is the true biography of Buddhism, "The Six Golden Body Jue". Little monk, please tell me your kung fu formula. As long as I practice it well, I will be able to break the Jinshan Pagoda and save you."

"You still want to go out? I would rather not go out, but I will kill this monk. No, I want to go out and kill all the monks in the world."

""The Golden Body of Zhang Liu"? How is it possible? There really is such a Buddhist technique. How could that little bald donkey Fahai suppress him under this tower."

"You're a fart, little monk, don't listen to him, come on, he is a little devil who only knows how to practice double-cultivation magic skills, it is impossible to practice "Zhang Liu Jin Shen Jue", come on, send me a voice transmission , I have both Buddhism and Taoism, and I will definitely be able to practice it and save you."

"Brother monk, good brother, why don't you come to my place, I'm so kind to serve you, I'm sure you'll have a taste of the bliss in the world."

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Dozens of voices sounded, but Qin Heng stood up slowly as if he hadn't heard it.

The endless pressure made the golden body of the whole body reveal a little rosy, of course not because of shyness, but because of too much force.

That is, when Qin Heng successfully stood up, dozens of voices disappeared at the same time, and all these demons and ghosts looked at Qin Heng dumbfounded. Even the laughing man who said that Qin Heng could take two or three steps at most, was also dumbfounded at the moment .

The eyes are dumbfounded, because it is difficult for them to make any expression.

"Little monk, how many years have you practiced?"

The turtle spirit asked.

Qin Heng didn't answer, and slowly turned to the direction where the turtle spirit was, then grinned, and moved his body forward inch by inch.

"This little monk has at least 5000 years of Taoism, and he has cultivated into a golden body. Judging by his revealed soul, he has already reached the level of wandering in the sky. It's amazing."

Some demons and ghosts exclaimed.

"This little monk is stronger than us."

There are demons and ghosts who have spoken the truth.

But at that time, some demons and goblins taunted: "It's better than you, I beat three of them like this back then."

"You are so good at fighting, why are you imprisoned here like us?"

"If you're that good, why don't you get up and take two steps?"

"That's right, take two steps."

None of the monsters could move. Perhaps some of them could move a few steps when they first came down, but now, even moving an inch would cost them their lives.

Seeing that Qin Heng was silent, the turtle looked at Qin Heng, pulling the corners of his mouth as if he was about to smile but because of the boundless pressure, he only smiled a third of the way, but he looked even more ferocious, and suddenly became terrified in his heart.

"Little monk, what are you going to do? My tortoise shell is one with me, you can't take it away, and you can't help you resist the power of the Jinshan Mountain."

"Don't come here, the days are still long, there is no spiritual power under this pagoda, and that little bald donkey in Fahai won't give us food and drink, you don't keep your mana and physical strength, there will always be time to run out, then It is the time when you die."

"Hey, hey, why are you still going forward?"

"See the bones under your feet? It's the corpse of a centipede spirit who has practiced for 500 years and 7000 years of Taoism. He only stayed under this tower for a year and a half, and he lost his strength because he always wanted to escape. If his mana is exhausted at the same time and he dies, you must not learn from him."

"Thirteen steps, you can walk thirteen steps away?"

The tortoise spirit let out an exclamation of panic, and when Qin Heng walked towards the tortoise spirit, the surroundings that had been completely quiet also heard exclamations at this moment.

Jie Xiaonan didn't laugh anymore, because when he was suppressed, he was in his prime, but he only walked eleven steps away, which was already close to the record number of steps.

Although Qin Heng only walked thirteen steps away, he still moved over inch by inch, but who is not moving inch by inch below here?

What frightened the surrounding monsters the most was that Qin Heng was still walking.

"What on earth do you want to do? Can you speak a word? Are you dumb? Your soul is exposed. Even if you are dumb, you can still transmit sound. What are you going to do?"

The turtle spirit was really scared, because Qin Heng was getting closer and closer to him.

There was only a distance of more than 20 steps, but under Qin Heng's inch by inch movement, there were only three steps left.

The space under the tower no longer has the concept of time. Under the condition of fully resisting the pressure, it is difficult to remember how much time has passed and how many years have passed outside, even if there are many primordial spirits or directly ghost bodies.

For them, living like a year is by no means vain.

But the monsters around were able to count the time silently in their hearts, recording how long it took Qin Heng to walk 21 steps.

"Three quarters, 23 steps."

"This little monk actually carried the golden mountain for 23 steps, and it only took three quarters?"

"What does it mean to carry a golden mountain? Aren't we helping him to carry it together? If it is all on him, he will die in an instant, and the soul will be crushed by him."

"He got up, so he resisted the most."

A few exclamations sounded, Qin Heng finally walked in front of the tortoise spirit that was completely shrunk in the tortoise shell, and then sat down slowly.

He didn't take a deep breath anymore, because breathing was completely useless, and his body no longer needed oxygen.

He doesn't need to take deep breaths to calm his emotions. He is in an unprecedented mood now, because the turtle spirit in front of him who can't move at all, although he is not sure how many years of Taoism, but the evolution of his body has definitely reached level six .

Even if a lot is lost due to the restriction in the tower, hundreds of millions of life energy are absolutely indispensable.

In a happy mood, Qin Heng finally spoke out.

"You just called me, Brother Fa Hai, a little bald donkey?"

This sentence, heard by the surrounding demons and ghosts, is really shocking.

Even if it was because of the pressure of the restraint, it was very difficult for them to make an expression, but at this moment they completely ignored it, and the faces that had not changed for several years or even ten years were moved at the same time.

Even some monsters who kept their original shape showed very human expressions, all of which can be described in two words - shock!

Fa Hai... senior brother?

Didn’t you and his monks come in after being suppressed by Fa Hai?

Why is it Senior Brother Fa Hai?

"Vald donkey, you lied to us, you don't feel the pressure of the restriction in this tower at all."

"No, he is also trapped by the ban, just like us."