Gift natural power at the beginning

In the blink of an eye, countless tree roots as thick as black snakes filled the entire six-turn golden wheel hall, and then quickly broke into the ground.

Boom! !

The earth trembled suddenly, and countless black smoke rose from the ground.

Looking from a distance, one can see a huge black tree phantom above the snowy mountain where the Six-turn Golden Wheel Hall is located.

Even describing it as a tree is somewhat inappropriate.

Because it is too big, the tree is towering to the ground, and the shade of the tree directly covers the sky.

It seems to be alive, breathing, wriggling, and as it breathes, a large black shadow falls, as if the entire sky is falling! !

The most frightening thing is that there are countless illusory air roots falling under the shade of the tree, and there are dark strange shadows lingering on it.

Those strange shadows seemed not to exist in this world, appearing and disappearing from time to time, howling silently and struggling desperately.

It seems to want to get rid of the shackles of the air roots, but to no avail.

Soon, with the falling aerial roots, it sank into the continuous snow mountain.

The Black Buddhists and the people from the Daxue Mountain who were still fighting, no matter if they were true kings or great sages, were immediately pierced by countless air roots, their bodies froze, and they fell directly to the ground.
Then it was submerged in countless tree roots and air roots.

And the avalanche that was originally converging and collapsing, peeling off continuously, and showing the momentum of a torrential wave also stopped as if it had been fixed.

In the Daxue Mountain, the nine-story black pagoda that I saw before also sensed something at this moment. The expressions of many monks sitting cross-legged on the empty seats changed drastically, and they began to roar scriptures loudly.

The black tower suddenly burst into black light.

At the top of the tower, black light casts a continuous mountain shadow, and around the tower, there are also dark tree roots surrounding it, rising from the ground.

"The black Buddha came to the world, the Buddha saves sentient beings!"

"The black Buddha came to the world, the Buddha saves sentient beings!"

"The black Buddha came to the world, the Buddha saves sentient beings!"

The sound became louder and louder, and finally exploded like a cloudless thunder.

At the same time, a burly figure sitting cross-legged on the top of the black tower slowly stood up.

His skin was red all over, black chains were wrapped around his body, and a huge black ring sword with a height of a person was pulled from the ground.

The chains running through the skin all over his body suddenly began to tremble, and even collapsed.

The human shadow's eyes, nose and mouth were bloody, but his expression was extremely ferocious.

The distorted face then turned into a black sheep.

"Black Buddha Manika, all ways give way!!"

The voice fell, and the black knife fell.

when!
A circle of pitch-black light waves spread from the roots of the trees and the phantom of the black mountain.

Directly block the two air roots of the black tower.

However, there was no joy on the monk's face, but a complicated look in his eyes.

Puff puff! ! !
At the very beginning, the air roots froze when they came to the air roots, as if something had been activated. In just a moment, hundreds of thousands of air roots shot down.

In just an instant, whether it is the phantom of the continuous black mountain or the roots of the longevity tree surrounding the tower, it directly turns into a black spot of light.

The black tower trembled, shook, and then was suddenly penetrated and shattered.

One of the air roots directly penetrated the ninth floor of the black tower and directly penetrated the mud building.

The burly muscles can't resist at all.

The black shadows around the air roots hugged, bit and kissed him.

He didn't resist, his eyes were calm.

After deciding to wake up the seal of the ancestor on the black pagoda, but only stopped the two few air roots, he had a glimpse of his own destiny.

Because the black tree occupying the sky has more than thousands of air roots...

"Black Buddha Manika, everything is for Manika..."

More air roots flooded down, and countless black shadows wreaked havoc, surrounding and submerging him until the last touch of light disappeared.

From the beginning to now, in just two or three breaths, everything in the originally noisy Daxue Mountain became calm again.

At the same time, the towering giant black tree phantom disappeared instantly.

Lin Mo touched the ground with his toes first, and gently stood in front of the Six-turn Golden Wheel Hall.

He slowly turned a string of purple gold-plated sandalwood incense strings in his hand, and looked up at the Buddha statue in front of the Golden Hall, which was completely different from the mainstream Buddhism in Chi County.

Then he nodded to Ban Ming who was beside him.

When he was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head and looked to the side, with a little surprise on his face:
"Not dead?"

Behind him, Monk Hei Lian, whose body was pierced by tree roots, unexpectedly came back to life at this time.

However, his face is still a little dazed now, and he subconsciously raised his eyes to look around, apparently also aware of the scene outside the hall,
Then his expression suddenly became terrified, full of disbelief.

"Can you tell me how you did it?" Lin Mo walked over slowly and looked at the other party.

He was only one meter away from him, and slowly bent down.

It can be clearly seen, its cracked red robe, and the intact skin under the cracked black lining.

"I... I... This is my third body, a chance I got in a strange cave..." Hei Lian subconsciously said it for some reason.

"Three generations, does it mean that you can die three times?" Lin Mo continued to ask.

"Yes." Hei Lian continued.

"But it seems that there are shortcomings, isn't it fully recovered?" Lin Mo raised his hand, "And how do I feel, you can't die for me anymore?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and touched Monk Heilian's bare white chest.

The newly formed skin is milky white with some pink, and black tattoos can still be seen around it.

Monk Heilian's eyes instantly regained clarity. He seemed to realize something and wanted to resist, but he couldn't move anyway.

In the end, he could only watch Lin Mo touch his skin with his fingers.

"Lin Junmo?!!" His eyes were about to split open, and he roared, the black and white mastiffs on his shoulders opened their mouths wide, already drooling countless times.

"If you want to kill, kill it. Your skills are inferior to others. Don't think that I will surrender!!"

puff!
Lin Mo's fingers gently sank into his chest.

Kala.

A crisp sound.

The old monk Ban Ming behind him closed his eyes unbearably.

But it was soon discovered that the latter's breath had not declined.

Lin Mo just grabbed out of his body a doll that was as long as an adult's palm and had a big hole in its chest.

The doll looks very similar to Hei Lian.

On the limbs and torso, there are countless fine and dense transparent threads like brushed silk.

"This is the body of the third life?" Disappointment appeared on his face.

"You...you actually?!!" Heilian monk was taken aback for a moment, and then his face changed drastically.

The three-life body secret method he practiced came from a strange and real cave.

It is divided into past, present and future.

The condensing method is very strange, using a part of one's own torso as the main body, supplemented with various precious materials, refined by secret methods, and then sealed into the body to achieve the fusion of soul and flesh.

Not only can it give him three times the speed of practice, three times the self-healing ability, and three times the combat power.

In the event of a fatal injury, the past and the future, which are of the same quality as the main body, can be more quickly integrated with the main body to achieve an effect similar to surrogate death.

This is already scary.

If it weren't for his good luck, coupled with his hard work, and being favored by a big boss in Fang Dongtian for assistance, he would never have been able to complete this secret technique.

but……

He, who was consummated in the third life, was actually directly crushed by the opponent in an instant.

Even condensed to the point that the body that blended with his soul and flesh was directly extracted and captured?
"How is it possible, obviously no one can see through it... Obviously this is my greatest chance...!!"

"Could it be... Is there such a big gap between me and you? I am obviously the strongest genius under the feedback of Chi County's luck!!"

As Hei Lian said, her eyes, which were about to split open, slowly froze, and she suddenly stopped resisting.

There is no point in resisting.

He can accept that the opponent kills and defeats him, but he can't accept that it is like playing a game, revealing the secret of chance that he has been hiding for a long time.

Even more in a casual tone, it was denied...

"Don't be disappointed, it just doesn't match my expectations, it's really a good thing in essence,
And you...you can pick me up without dying, in Chixian Kyushu, you can't be called a genius. "Lin Mo cracked a hole in his palm, like a bloody mouth, ate the doll in one bite, and then commented comfortingly.

He originally thought that the third life in his mouth was involved in the mystery of reincarnation in the rumors of the Great Snow Mountain.

But I didn't expect it to be just a strange secret technique.

Similar to the clones cultivated with their own cells in the previous life, they are hidden in the body.

Once injured, all kinds of organs are fine, just use them directly, achieve super speed treatment, similar to the characteristics of surrogate death.

Of course, it is not as simple as what he said. According to his estimation, it also involves the will of the gods, as well as the connection and reaction between the body and the deity.

It's a pretty good secret.

However, for an opponent who is far stronger than him, after all, he is powerless, and it is easy to defeat him easily.

"...you...?" Hei Lian froze on the spot when he heard this.

He subconsciously wanted to refute, but he didn't know where to start.

"That's it." Lin Mo waved his hand, and countless blue roots suddenly drilled out from under him, wrapping and restraining him in the blink of an eye.

He did not kill him.

After all, he sensed that Ban Ming was concerned about him behind him.

Although he didn't understand why this was so, Lin Mo didn't mind using it in exchange for some goodwill in order to obtain the scriptures.

To a certain extent, this is also in line with his current status as the master of the first day of Yizhou Zhengdao.

After simply tidying up his appearance, Lin Mo turned around, smiled at the monk with the big red cockscomb hat behind him, clasped his hands together and saluted slightly:
"Chan Master Ban Ming, we met for the first time. He has admired his great name for a long time. The poor monk is cool. He came from Lingtai Temple in Yizhou in the east. He came here to seek the scriptures."

He was straightforward and didn't beat around the bush.

Normally speaking, it would be a very presumptuous provocative act to ask for the true skills and scriptures of other people's sects. Otherwise, the monk Zhenyi would not have forced to act, performed many times, and engaged in underground behavior.

But he is different. He is lucky and the timing of his appearance is very suitable.

He predicted that Monk Ban Ming would not refuse to be with him.

*
Two days later.

The Daxueshan Rebellion ended quietly.

Even the large tribes and towns below the mountain have not received any news.

But on the surface of the calm storm, the hidden undercurrent is not simple.

As the soul boy of Daxue Mountain, monk Heilian, the level of the great sage, and the person who internally determined the master of the mountain, the origin of his status can be regarded as orthodox.

Black Buddhism also bet a lot on it.

In addition to the mud building with the head of the black buddhist Buddha that was destroyed that day in the mountain, there is also the ghost dragon Xiaozhen who is the head of the eighteen guardians under the head of the Buddha.

It is also equipped with dozens of real masters lurking around.

As soon as the latter saw that something was going wrong, he prepared to run away, and finally Lin Mo made a move to capture and kill the latter.

However, the monk Hei Lian did not die in the end. I don't know what Ban Mingqiyu said, but the latter remained silent and walked into a secret room in the Six-turn Golden Wheel Hall.

The breath is connected with the big snow mountain, it seems to be retreating.

"Is the head of the Buddha wondering why I forgave Heilian?"

On the top of the Snow Mountain, Ban Ming, who was wearing a red cockscomb hat and a red robe behind the six-turn golden wheel hall, asked softly.

"Maybe it's because he has a heart of repentance, and the master is merciful." Lin Mo said casually.

Whether Hei Lian is dead or not is not important to him.

Being alive now is actually considered a hidden danger, after all, he only disabled her not long ago.But the other party's strength is only at the level of Taoist Beiming, and it is completely worthless compared to him.

Especially after he figured out the biggest secret of the other party.

I have to admit that the secret method of the third life has benefited him a lot, especially after he experienced the method of binding and keeping precepts from the fifth patriarch Hongren of Landa Temple in the past few days.

The former gave him a lot of inspiration, and he couldn't wait to go back and try.

"Master, now that the Daxue Mountain has been fixed, and the civil strife has been settled, I don't know what you and I agreed." Lin Mo was silent for a while, and said aloud.

Two days ago, after finishing the matter, he directly reported his thoughts to Ban Ming.

As he thought, he did not refuse, but said that it would take two days.

He also kindly put down the rebellion for him, after all, it didn't take much effort.

Do the math now, the time has come.

"It wasn't that Ban Ming was delaying on purpose, it was because of unavoidable reasons. The Buddha's head came with me." Ban Ming smiled on his wrinkled face.

Slightly rubbing the dzi in his hand, he continued to walk towards the back of the Golden Palace.

Lin Mo said nothing, nodded and followed.

Behind Liulun Golden Temple is the north side of Daxue Mountain, which is steeper than the south side, with an inclination angle of more than 80 degrees, and there are countless ice spikes of different sizes on it.

The big sunrise cloud, the sun shines, reflecting the snow-white luster, a little dazzling.

However, from the top of the mountain, there is a small path, which is based on iron chains, goes around the snow mountain, and directly connects to a cave in the middle of the steep cliff.

There is no cover in front of the cave, and you can see the deep darkness in it by standing at the door.

Ban Ming walked into the hole and went straight down.

It was a rocky mountain road, and every time he took a step, the stone lotus lamps hanging on the walls on both sides would jump up with flames.

Lin Mo followed closely behind, but as he walked, his brows could not help but frown.

Looking around curiously.

You must know that two days ago, he used his life star to cover the entire Great Snow Mountain, together with the surrounding snow mountains.

Because of this, it was possible to quickly clean up the black Buddhism and the civil strife in Daxueshan.

It stands to reason that he is familiar with everything around him, such as hidden secret rooms and strange places.

There is no reason not to find such a large cave.

And the breath here...

Lin Mo raised his eyes and looked at the stone road ahead.

As the stone path went down, countless patterns were engraved on the walls, and in the corners, there began to be more strangely shaped boulders.

It is obviously arranged in a chaotic manner, but it also coincides with a certain pattern.

tread.

At this moment, Ban Ming stopped, turned around, and looked at Lin Mo.

"The head of the Buddha may wonder why I put the time on today, and why I said there was a last resort." He said softly, pointing to the front.

"Listen carefully, that's why."

Lin Mo looked up subconsciously.

The next moment, there was obviously no wind around, but there was a whistling sound in the ear, getting louder and more urgent.

He suddenly changed color.

But it's not because of its power or abnormality, but...

(End of this chapter)