The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 307 Ghost tricks, Taoist magic soldiers

Qingluan frowned: "A descendant of the Demon Cult? How is it possible, wasn't the Demon Cult destroyed by the hero Xiao Qiushui? Could it be that Liang Xiaoshu slipped through the net of the Demon Cult and now joins the power gang?"

Su Mengzhen said: "When the Demon Cult was in its heyday, its followers spread all over China, so it's not surprising that a few slipped through the net."

Seeing the battlefield outside the restaurant, Su Mengzhen coughed a few times: "It's the magic clothes, not the descendants of the demons. The magic clothes in the devil religion are not martial arts, but a kind of heresy technique, which is specially practiced in "Everything Can Be" A master of magic, an evil method evolved from the technique of expelling corpses in western Hunan."

"When they practice this method, they absorb the yin and yang energy, keep the vitality of the body from the dead body, and refine it into a living corpse with a special medicinal bath and technique. After the living corpse is fully formed, it is invulnerable to swords and guns, and it is like a shadow. , possessing all sorts of supernatural powers, the living corpse can even hide in the shadow of the cultivator after reaching completion, just like the disciples of the Demon Cult wearing magic clothes."

Qingluan nodded and said: "I have also heard Master mention the Demon Cult. It is said that these Demon Cult followers are a group of ferocious demons who commit all kinds of evil. They even devoured the blood of all kinds of living people in order to practice demon skills. Some have sucked their wives and children dry, and forced others to submit to the Demon Cult."

Su Mengzhen nodded: "Back then, the Devil's Cult was outraged by heaven and people, that's why Xiao Qiushui was angered. He broke into the main altar of the Demon's Cult by himself and wiped out the Demon's Cult."

After Su Mengzhen finished speaking, she sighed again: "People of the Demon Cult have always used unscrupulous means. Song Xing's situation is probably not good."

Song Xing looked at the magic clothes in the distance, frowning slightly.

"Daoism?"

He has already discovered at this moment that the magic clothes in front of him have no breathing, no heartbeat, and not even a breath of life.

When he blocked the magic clothes' fist just now, he noticed that the body of the magic clothes was stronger than King Kong, icy cold to the bone, without the slightest zhenqi circulation in the body, it really didn't look like the body of a living person.

Thinking of the Daoist soldiers refined in the Taoist art, Song Xing had some guesses in his heart.

Liang Xiaoshu is over forty years old, with an ordinary appearance, but there is a sense of vicissitudes in his eyebrows. He is tall, wearing a purple Taoist robe, holding an iron ruyi in his left hand, and a bell made of pure copper in his right hand. weird.

Seeing that Song Xing blocked the sneak attack of the magic clothes, Liang Xiaoshu didn't take it seriously, and even showed a faint smile on his face: "That's right, in the face of this fairy magic, if you surrender yourself wisely, Daoist may save your life."

As a remnant of the demon sect, although Liang Xiaoshu is committed to the power gang, he has always regarded himself as the number one master of the 19 demons. He is arrogant and looks down on his colleagues.Seeing that Pu Tianyi and others were dead, he just cursed them as trash in his heart.

"Immortal spells?" Song Xing looked at the gloomy magic clothes in front of him, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "Can ghost tricks be on the table?"

Perhaps it was because Song Xingming's sarcasm was a bit dazzling, Liang Xiaoshu's eyes flashed with hostility: "Then you will die under this ghostly trick."

After the words fell, the magic clothes between the two clenched their fists tightly, and a violent and domineering aura erupted from the body.

The wind howled all around, kicked up dust all over the sky, and blew the broken hair on the forehead of the demon clothes. From the slightly lifted cloak, Song Xing could even see a layer of black scales emerging from the skin of the demon clothes, like the scales of sea beasts ,shining.

Mo Yi let out a low growl, and rushed out instantly.

His speed was even better than before, and he appeared in front of Song Xing almost in the blink of an eye.Although Song Xing spoke sarcasm, his eyes showed some seriousness, his true energy spread all over the surface of his fist, he stepped forward to move the mountain hammer, and collided heavily with Moyi's fist.

There was a dull impact sound, and the two collided with each other. After a stalemate for a second, they were shaken out at the same time. The soles of the magic clothes drew a gully several meters long on the ground of the long street.

Song Xing's body was stuck to the ground and flew upside down for a few meters. Terrifying power was released from his feet. Every step seemed to shake the ground to the point of turning it over. One step was a huge pothole.

Mo Yi's punch was so powerful, and the power contained in it even surpassed Pu Tianyi several times, which made Song Xing horrified.

The move just now seemed like a simple punch, but the power emanating from the magic clothes was by no means comparable to ordinary physical power.At the moment when the two sides exchanged fists, Song Xing could feel a power in the magic clothes that did not belong to martial arts at all, gushing out from his body and attaching to the fist, which made the power of the magic clothes grow explosively .

If it were human bones and muscles, facing such a terrifying outbreak, they would have broken or exploded because they couldn't bear it.

But Song Xing could perceive that the body of the magic clothes seemed to be turned into steel from the inside to the outside, and there was no blood flow in the body, as if a whole piece of steel had been forged cruelly to become the human form it is today.

Just when Song Xing was surprised, Mo Yi bullied him again.

Song Xing slapped out a palm, pointing directly at the chest of the magic clothes. He didn't think that a living body could withstand the power of his palm.

Facing Song Xing's powerful palm, Mo Yi didn't even dodge. He spread his arms out like eagle claws. The moment Song Xing's right palm hit his chest, he grabbed Song Xing's wrist and exerted force suddenly. To break his arm.

Song Xing snorted, and felt a majestic force coming from his right arm, and there was a crackling sound between the bones. His body, which had been polished to such an indestructible body, had a faint feeling of being hard to resist under this force.

Mo Yi let out a low cry, and exerted his strength again. A huge force came, and he wanted to swing Song Xing's whole body up.

A flash of anger flashed in Song Xing's eyes, he sneered, and with a twist of his body, he broke free from the restraint of the magic clothes strangely.

Seeing Song Xing break free, Mo Yi rubbed his body and rushed forward again, Song Xing's body spun like a top, every time within a square inch, avoiding all the attacks of Mo Yi dangerously.

Although it was refined from corpses, the magic clothes did not completely lose their sanity. In his body, it seemed that he still retained the memory of being a warrior in his lifetime. Apart from the astonishing power of his fists and feet, the attack and defense were also very well connected. Smooth, without a sense of stagnation.

The magic clothes controlled by Liang Xiaoshu not only possess superb boxing skills and extremely hard physical body, but also have extremely weird body skills.

"Kongshan Lingyu body technique!"

Song Xing didn't know the agility used by the magic clothes, but Su Mengzhen could tell at a glance that the agility used by the magic clothes turned out to be the lost Kongshan Lingyu agility.

"Lord, what is the Kongshan Lingyu body technique?"

Qingluan rarely saw such a surprised expression on Su Mengzhen's face, so she asked curiously.

Su Mengzhen adjusted her breath, frowned and looked outside the building, "Twenty years ago, Lin Leitu, a great hero of the Jianghu generation, once offended the Demon Sect because of his chivalry. His whole family of thirteen members were all arrested by the Demon Sect." Silently, Lin Leitu also died at the hands of Bai Wumo, the elder of the Demon Sect."

"And Lin Leitu's light body technique is the Kongshan Lingyu movement technique. Because when performing the movement technique, it is like a mountain spirit rain, which is everywhere and makes people avoid it, so it is named Kongshanling. rain."

Qingluan understood: "Lord, what you mean is that Lin Leitu died at the hands of Bai Wumo back then, and his body was cruelly trained into magic clothes by Bai Wumo. Memory of Spirit Rain in Kongshan?"

Su Mengzhen nodded: "Bai Wumo died at the hands of Xiao Daxia back then. I thought the Demon Cult had been destroyed. Now it seems that this Liang Xiaoshu should have a lot to do with Bai Wumo."

(End of this chapter)