I Am the Righteous Master

Ming Xuan refused to let go, and hugged him tightly.

In Jiang Yun's sea of ​​souls, a soul transmission sounded:

"Jiang Daoyou, merge with me..."

Chapter 160 Wufang monk, crossing the devil with his body

Jiang Yun's scalp tingled when he heard it.

Ming Xuanxin's body was very hot, his skin was delicate and smooth, but it carried a strong suction.

He could feel that, with his clothes torn, his body was constantly getting closer to the other party.

Mingxuan used some kind of secret technique of the Blood God Sect, and a layer of blood emerged from her body, wrapping her body and Jiang Yun together.

"Jiang Daoyou, I like you very much, I like your body, I like your character..."

Like a devil whispering, Jiang Yun could feel that chilling smile even if it was a voice transmission from the soul.

An ominous premonition emerged in his heart.

Jiang Yun has a feeling that if something happened between him and Ming Xuanxin, she got his body...

I'm afraid that I will really "integrate" with the other party.

The "integration" here is in the physical sense.

With the circulation of mana, Jiang Yun guarded the Lingtai tightly, his whole body glowing, resisting the erosion of Mingxuan's heart by the secret method.

However, inside this god's heart, all the blood boiling like magma seemed to be controlled by Mingxuan's heart, binding Jiang Yun's body firmly.

If it was in the outside world, Jiang Yun would still be sure to break free from the embrace of the witch, but now in the mind of God, he could not resist at all.

Jiang Yun gritted his teeth, stretched out his fingers suddenly, and exerted some force on Ming Xuanxin's body.

Pure mana burst out, this is the first time he tried his best to use that style of [Dragon Spear].

In the past, the senior brother of the Haoqi Sect used this technique to break into the eighteen incense tents of Miaoyu Pavilion one by one with one shot, its power can be imagined.

However, this style fell on Ming Xuanxin, but it failed.

When using this blood god sect's secret technique, she had already lost all five senses, and even the pain of being pierced by the dragon sword in her chest disappeared.

"Jiang Daoyou's move has no effect on others..."

Ming Xuanxin's soul voice sounded, with a bit of charm in his voice, "I still want... to be more comfortable..."

Jiang Yun turned a deaf ear, bent his fingers, and pressed them on the wrench of his right hand.

The thumbs on his left and right hands are specially made by Zongmen Shengzi.

The finger of the left hand is soaked in the power of gods and demons, and the finger of the right hand is opened on the Haoqi Zong Dengxiantai, and they are not afraid of the erosion of the power of the fierce god.

Inside his right finger, there is also a Xuantian Token.

Jiang Yun's dark eyes sank slightly, and a blue light emerged from the finger.

At this moment, a string of Buddha beads glowed on Jiang Yun's right wrist, and suddenly lit up.

Pale golden Buddha light emanated from his wrist and spread, rendering Jiang Yun's body golden.

Jiang Yun was refreshed, stopped his movements, and the Dafan Temple Heart Sutra circulated in his heart, and his whole body became dignified.

This string of Buddhist beads is the "room fee" left to him by the five-party monk after he rescued him a few days ago.

At this moment, God is out of mind.

A figure walked through the air.

This is a middle-aged monk, with a face full of bitterness and kindness, wearing a yellow silk monk robe, walking in the direction of God's heart without haste.

Seeing this person's movements, Hong Tiangang's complexion changed, he raised his hand and shot out a bloody sword aura, and slashed at him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this sword energy touched the monk's body, it went straight through.

The air fluctuated, as if this figure was a mirage-like phantom, and the sword energy couldn't touch it at all.

The monk seemed to turn a blind eye to Hong Tiangang's actions.

His body glowed, dyed a light golden color, and gradually became transparent.

"Every drink and peck, there is a definite number."

Wufang monk gave birth to golden lotus step by step, and stopped in the sky above Shenxin.

Put your hands together and say a Buddha's name.

"The poor monk is willing to eliminate this catastrophe for the sentient beings of this place."

He sat down, his body was shrouded in a layer of golden light, as if turned into a Buddha statue in a temple.

This is the second sentence he said.

"Benefactor, thank you for what happened that day."

The Buddha statue glows, the five monks speak, and the treasure looks dignified.

The next moment, this golden Buddha statue slowly sank into the heart of God.

This false god's heart frantically whipped the blood vessel tentacles, trying to stop the five monks, but passed through his body, unable to touch the great Buddha.

Like a drop of ink in a glass of water.

"—!"

Shenxin's huge body trembled and let out a shrill howl, but it couldn't stop the golden light from spreading.

Like hot oil splashing snow, the divine blood continued to melt and turned into the same color as the Buddha's light.

In the original sea of ​​blood, a golden ocean opened up.

And Jiang Yun and Ming Xuanxin were in the very center of this ocean.

Mingxuan froze in place, in her perception, the connection between herself and Shenxin was constantly weakening.

The corner of Jiang Yun's mouth raised, and he struck out with a palm, sending Ming Xuan's heart flying.

The Dragon Pattern Sword was pulled out straight away, bringing up Dapeng's blood.

He pinched the seal with his hands, and on his strong body, there were many "卍" characters circulating.

The next moment, Jiang Yun slapped the inner wall of Shenxin with his palm.

With a "click", the originally flexible heart of God was dyed golden, but it became extremely hard and brittle.

Under Jiang Yun's palm, cracks appeared.

"Crack, click, click..."

Continuous sounds came, and with the circulation of the Buddha's light, this divine heart became stiff, and its vitality was gradually dissipating.

at last.

"boom--"

The mountain-like golden heart exploded and dissipated into large pieces.

On Jiang Yun's body, a mana cassock emerged, with golden lotuses blooming all over his body.

He holds the ceremony with one arm, and the treasure looks dignified.

An indifferent figure that almost dissipated clasped his hands together and nodded to him.

"Senior, let's go."

Jiang Yun saluted with a solemn expression.

On his wrist, hung a string of gray and cracked Buddhist beads.

When the Wufang monk said to him, "One drink and one peck, there is a definite number", Jiang Yun knew what would happen.

What the monks of the five directions practice is the [Ten-fang Toutuo Sutra].

What he showed just now was the last chapter of the [Ten Fang Toutuo Sutra].

This ascetic monk, with his whole life of cultivation and life, transformed the heart of this false god and wiped out all his divinity.

The monks of the five directions use their bodies to cross the demons.

Jiang Yun didn't know whether the other party knew the secrets in Longxiang City, and whether he came here to save his mind.

But as the saying goes, there is a definite number for every drink and peck. The moment he saw Shenxin, the five monks made a decision.

Jiang Yun turned around, holding the dragon pattern sword in his hand, and looked at Ming Xuanxin.

The opponent's body was shrouded in a layer of blood, and his face was pale.

Now, she is the one who lost this competition.

But Ming Xuanxin had a crazy smile on her face. She looked at Jiang Yun, and her voice was intermittent:

"Dharma, swordsmanship, and your smell...I already...know who you are."

Her figure is rapidly dissipating, and seems to be integrated into the bloody light:

"I have left my mark on you.

Next time, next time... You can't hide it from me, I have already remembered the smell on your body. "

The next moment, the body of the saint of the Blood God Sect slowly dissipated.

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Thousands of meters above the sky, Jiang Yun held the dao sword in his hand, his eyes were slightly cold, but he didn't chase after him.

It's not that he didn't try to keep Ming Xuan's heart, but he was stopped by the red light as soon as he tried.

A person of the level of a holy son and a saintly woman like this will always have a backhand on his body, just like the Xuantian Token in his hand.

Unless it is a layout design in advance, it is difficult to keep them.