Mind Cultivation Record

While Xiao Mian and Huijing were at war, Ben Chu and Hua Mancheng were at war with each other.

The two of them were hundreds of feet apart, looking at each other from afar. Between them was a pink-carved and jade-like baby elephant. It was the jade-tusked rock elephant cub that Xiao Mian deliberately released.

"Amitabha! Since the flower donor has already obtained the pair of jade teeth, why should he compete with the poor monk for this little elephant again?"

"The spiritual monk is joking! After all, jade teeth are just dead things, how can they be compared to a living spiritual elephant cub? How about I give you the pair of jade teeth, and you give me this little elephant?" Before Benchu's expression changed, Hua Mancheng said to himself: "It's inappropriate! It's inappropriate! To be honest with the spiritual monk, Hua has his own reasons too! I have always been pretentious and sentimental, and I never bear to hurt you. Those confidantes. It’s a pity that Hua has so many confidantes, some of them like Yuya, and some even like Little Elephant!”

But it turns out that Huamancheng actually wants Yuya and Yuxiang to serve together.

He laughed in anger and said nothing more at first.

At that moment, Benchu ​​was seen sitting in the air with his hands clasped together.

The next moment, a wave of waves centered on Benchu ​​and radiated in all directions. However, as soon as he made a move, Benchu ​​used the "Bodhi Mirror" at the bottom of the box.

Obviously, although Benchu ​​had spoken lightly before, but when he really met this passionate young man from Zhongzhou, Benchu ​​still did not dare to neglect at all.

The bright mirror spread like ice, creaking and quickly enveloping the little elephant between the two, and then continued to rush towards Huamancheng without stopping.

Hua Mancheng is naturally very knowledgeable. If he is wrapped by the bright mirror, he will be suppressed by the magical power of the bright mirror. By then, he may not be able to exert 60% to 70% of his strength.

Huamancheng's realm is already lower than that of the original, how can he still be controlled by the magical power of the mirror?

As soon as Ben Chu used the mirror, Hua Mancheng waved the Qiankun fan.

As the Qiankun Fan was swung, streaks of golden light separated from the surface of the fan. The seven golden lights were actually transformed by the seven bones of the Qiankun Fan.

In an instant, these seven golden lights turned into sharp swords and cut towards the mirror.

If you look down from mid-air, these seven golden swords are like a golden flower, cutting into pieces and fragmenting the round mirror that was originally activated.

However, the bright mirror is not a real thing, but a magical technique learned through the original practice of "Bodhi Mirror". After being cut by the golden sword, the bright mirror is broken and reunited.

While the broken mirror healed, it even tried to freeze the seven golden swords.

Unexpectedly, each of the seven golden swords is equivalent to the top-grade flying sword, and there is a vague connection between the seven golden swords. In response to each other, the bridging mirror and these golden swords There was a stalemate between the swords.

For a time, Ming Jing could not freeze the golden sword, and the golden sword could not break Ming Jing.

At the same time, Hua Mancheng threw away the white fan in his hand.

The fan is like a flag, curling towards the origin not far away.

This fan is a real elementary magic weapon level!

It not only has seven golden swords for attacking enemies, but also has a white fan for trapping enemies. It also has a small space that can shield the monks' spiritual detection. This Qiankun Fan can be regarded as one of the best among mid-level magic weapons. A rare existence.

Benchu ​​saw this and smiled lightly.

When the smile first appeared, there was a small tree swaying behind Benchu.

The Bodhi tree that appeared at this moment was clearer than when he faced the Piranha.

As the white fan shrouded it, a Buddha's light emitted from the Bodhi tree. The Buddha's light was like a knife, cutting straight on the white fan. Wherever the sword passed by, the white fan surface was unscathed, but there was an extra bodhi tree on the fan surface that was originally as white as snow.

Hua Mancheng's expression changed, but Benchu ​​smiled freely.

No wonder Hua Mancheng, who had always had no formal status, was so shocked. In fact, although Benchu's hand did not directly damage the Qiankun Fan, it also left an indelible mark on the fan. In the future, Hua Mancheng would use the Qiankun Fan again. Will think of this.

Not to mention Hua Mancheng, the proud son of Manqin County, even ordinary monks can't stand it when someone carves the other party's mark on their favorite magic weapon.

Suppressing the overwhelming anger in his heart, Hua Mancheng changed his gesture.

But it was Hua Mancheng who used his trump card, and five of the seven golden swords that were fighting with Ming Jing exploded simultaneously.

It should be noted that these seven golden swords are all top-level flying swords. The self-destruction power of each flying sword may not threaten the Golden Core cultivator, but the five flying swords self-destruct in succession at the same time, resulting in a powerful Added together, it cannot be underestimated.

Even the original, who had already gathered his spiritual consciousness, had to avoid its peak for the time being.

The quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator is, after all, just a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator. To make matters worse, he was originally just a top-level Jindan cultivator, but he was not the ancestor who condensed the Nascent Soul.

While Benchu ​​was avoiding the self-destructive power of the five golden swords, Hua Mancheng struggled to control the remaining two golden swords, cut them vertically and horizontally, and rescued the baby elephant wrapped in the mirror. Not to mention, Huamancheng actually intended to kill the little elephant.

In the city full of flowers, seeing that they could not snatch the Jade-tusked Rock Elephant's cub from Benchu's hands, they turned evil and daring, intending to kill the baby elephant with a thunderous offensive, leaving Benchu ​​with a flying egg.

Such an act that harms others and does not benefit oneself, how can one not make Benchu ​​extremely angry?

Centered on the origin, an offensive of spiritual consciousness emerged.

The storm formed by the self-explosion of the five golden swords was unable to hinder the advance of the original consciousness. Without a moment's delay, the original consciousness hit Hua Mancheng who was flying back.

With his spiritual consciousness approaching, Hua Mancheng's face turned pale again and again.

Shaking his body, Hua Mancheng recalled the white fan, jumped on it, glared at Ben Chu fiercely, and then galloped away, followed by the two golden swords.

"Ling Monk Benchu! Today's hatred will be repaid to someone in the future!"

Even after leaving, Hua Mancheng didn't forget to say a harsh word.

Ben Chu's expression wasn't very good-looking either. It wasn't because he was injured. Half of it was because the little elephant he regarded as life was almost killed by Hua Mancheng. The other half was because he was debating whether to take advantage of the situation or not. Killing Hua Mancheng - If Hua Mancheng had been slower than before, Ben Chu might have killed her in the wild!

Unexpectedly, Huamancheng was able to escape after suffering a blow from his primordial consciousness. The monks from Zhongzhou were indeed extraordinary.

Looking back, Benchu's expression turned cold when he saw that the little elephant had disappeared. Although Huamancheng failed to kill the little elephant, he freed the little elephant from Benchu's imprisonment. Previously, Benchu ​​was eager to kill the little elephant. The city is full of flowers, but the little elephant is neglected.

The little elephant actually took advantage of the chaos and escaped.

Exhibiting all his spiritual consciousness, Benchu ​​was troubled. The thick mist in the Dragon Tiger Pond actually had the effect of suppressing his spiritual consciousness. Even if Benchu ​​expanded the detection range of his spiritual consciousness to the maximum, he could only find the little elephant. Some clues of escape.

With a secret snort, Ben Chu unfolded his body skills and followed him away.

At the other end of the Longhutan, Zenyin faced Guihai and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Almsgiver Guihai! It's useless for you to follow the poor monk. Even the poor monk doesn't know where to look for opportunities. If you follow me like this, aren't you wasting time?"

"No! No! It is said that Master Zenyin has realized the Buddhist mind, eye, and supernatural powers. It must be true that you have a purpose - follow you and you will have meat to eat!"

"Amitabha! As a monk, abstain from eating meat and fish!"

"Isn't that right? You are responsible for finding the meat, and I am responsible for eating it!"

"..."

Facing Gui Hai, who couldn't be beaten or scolded, even Zen Yin, who was usually known as a lotus tongue, was unable to do anything.

If Zenyin wants to find the Grass-headed Miasma Mother, he cannot improve his escape method to a rapid speed. Otherwise, he will easily scare the Grass-headed Miasma Mother and miss the Grass-headed Miasma Mother. In this way, Zen Yin It's not even possible to get rid of Guihai.

Seeing this, Zenyin decided to ignore it and let Guihai follow him.

At worst, after finding the Grass-Headed Miasma Mother, we can get rid of this stupid guy!

Not wanting Zen Yin to think like this, Gui Hai suddenly made a sound of surprise.

Out of curiosity, Zenyin looked back, but was stunned for a moment.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in a duckweed three feet away from Guihai. A flower leaf that looked like an eye stretched out from the duckweed bush, fluttering in the wind and swaying in various shapes.

With a sweep of his spiritual consciousness, the three-eyed dazzle was nowhere to be seen.

It stands to reason that Zen Yin, who discovered the Grass-headed Miasma Mother, should arrange some arrangements around him at this time to block the Grass-headed Miasma Mother's escape route first, and then approach the opponent carefully.

What makes Zenyin anxious is that now he is thirty feet away from the mother of the grass-headed miasma, while Guihai is only three feet away from the mother of the grass-headed miasma. What's even worse is: it can be judged from Guihai's uncontrollable exclamation just now Come on, he obviously knows the Grass-Headed Miasma Mother too!

At this time, Guihai wanted to slap himself twice!

Where has my usual composure gone?

But just a leaf of flowers and grass, why can't I control myself?

While secretly blaming himself, Gui Hai grinned when he saw Zen Yin staring closely at him.

As Zen's tone changed, Guihai stretched out his big palm-like hand and grabbed the grass-headed miasma mother.

Seeing this, Zenyin breathed a sigh of relief.

Guihai's move was destined to be in vain. If a living spiritual creature like the Grass-headed Miasma Mother could be captured with bare hands, Zenyin wouldn't have to be so cautious.

At the same time, Zenyin activated his spiritual consciousness and tried to seal the space around the Grass-head Miasma Mother.

He opened his lips slightly, and Zenyin used his most proud secret technique of speaking the spirit to recite the Buddhist mantra.

As soon as Guihai moved, the grass-headed miasma mother flew out of the duckweed bush.

Only when the Grass-head Miasma Mother flew into the air was she forced back by Zen Yin's consciousness.

Even Guihai felt the oppression of Zen Yin's spiritual consciousness. At this time, he naturally knew that he could not take down the Grass-headed Miasma Mother. Seeing the Zen sound reciting Buddhist mantras, turning into chains like spiritual talismans and shrouding the Grass-head Miasma Mother, Guihai was naturally not willing to make wedding clothes for others, and brazenly pulled out the Ghost-headed Sword.

kill!

The sword was slashed out with murderous intent.

A small hole appeared in the network of spiritual consciousness arranged by Zen Yin.

Between the lightning and flint, the grass-headed miasma mother escaped...