Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

The mountains shook and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Under the innate magical power of the wood demon, one tree after another merges into its body, providing it with almost endless power.

The surrounding peaks, one after another, became bare.

When one mountain becomes bald, it starts to move to another mountain.

The main thing is consumption.

Consume to death these hateful monks who covet its true form.

However, it underestimated the methods of this group of monks and also underestimated their IQ.

Zhao Xuan stood on the outside and saw clearly that out of the eight monks, only five actually fought against the wood demon.

Among the three monks paddling, there was the old monk who had concealed his aura. He had been recharging his energy and seemed to be brewing some killer move.

The other two middle-aged monks tore off a piece of scripture from time to time and threw it on a nearby mountain.

Obviously they are arranging formations and other means.

But this wood demon has little intelligence and has not received any guidance from an expert, so he doesn't understand it at all.

It's still the same old way of surviving in the jungle, relying on strong physique and strength to defeat enemies and use them as delicious fertilizer.

"Uncle, are you okay? The young monk can't bear it any longer."

The little monk Zhao Xuan met by chance before was almost hit by the roots several times, so he couldn't help but urge.

With his body, although he wouldn't die if he got hit, he would be seriously injured and his practice would be affected.

The old monk couldn't help but scolded: "Zhen Shan, shut up for me. I just rely on your talent for cultivation and forget about being arrogant and rude."

"How can you do whatever you want in today's life-and-death fight?"

"If this wood demon is not very intelligent, otherwise if the plan fails, I will have to deal with you according to the temple regulations."

Can the secret plot be brought to light?

Such a true kindness, if he hadn't been well-qualified and valued by the abbot, he would have wanted to give him a good punishment to improve his memory.

After being scolded by the old monk, the young monk Zhenshan said aggrievedly: "Since my uncle knows that this wood demon is not very intelligent, why do you still scold the young monk?"

"Besides, the 'Book of Buddhist Dharma Formation' is not a difficult formation. Does it need to be set up slowly and slowly for so long? Isn't it right for the young monk to hurry up?"

"If I had known this, the young monk should have set up the formation. No, the young monk should not have come to reinforce and do such a thankless job."

The old guy, with his poor qualifications, is jealous of his good qualifications and dislikes everything.

Wait until his cultivation goes further to see what the old guy's face is like.

The old monk was extremely angry: "Bastard..."

The other monks saw this and quickly smoothed things over.

"Uncle Master, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"Nephew, please stop saying a few words and quickly apologize to your great uncle."

But most of them advise the truthful and kind to bow their heads.

After all, the old monk's seniority is there, even if his cultivation level is not much higher than theirs.

Zhenshan is getting more and more angry.

These people were jealous of his talent.

He actually had the idea of ​​turning against the old monk and working with the wood demon to deal with the old monk.

At this moment, a relic hanging around his neck suddenly turned into a handful of powder, and a ray of pure light went straight into Zhenshan's mind.

He yelled, "No, it can do illusions."

This sound also woke up the old monk, and he reacted suddenly, with a flash of shame on his face.

Buddhism is best at playing with people's minds.

As a Buddhist disciple who has been practicing for hundreds of years, he was almost played by a demon today.

Is there any reason for this?

angry!
The old monk was furious and ordered the middle-aged monk: "Start."

He almost capsized in the gutter, only to feel endless shame and anger.

At his urging, the two middle-aged monks who had been secretly arranged sat down in the air at the same time, clasped their hands together, and chanted: "Om Mani Padme"

As the sound of chanting rang out, the scriptures that had been scattered suddenly burned.

The golden flame spread along the grass and trees to the wood demon.

"Ow!"

The wood demon took the pain and let out a cry of pain. "Damn it, you all deserve to die."

It actually held up the golden flames, swung hundreds of tree roots, and slammed down with countless essences of heaven and earth.

Countless big tree roots and vines danced across the sky, almost covering the sky and the sun at once.

The old monk showed no signs of losing his momentum and roared angrily: "It has been attacked. If you stop it, it will definitely die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon-Conquering Pestle, the Purple Golden Bowl, and the Buddha statue simultaneously magnified countless times to receive the terrifying blow from the Wood Demon.

He had already calculated that if he took this move, the wood demon's momentum would be blocked and he would eventually be unable to escape.

If you can't take it, you can only fight hard.

Zhenshan was right about one thing, but his qualifications were too poor.

It's so bad that no matter how hard you practice, you can't break down the barrier between Dharma Realm and Dongxu Realm.

He just wanted to get this piece of spiritual wood heart, and asked his friends in heaven to find the Supreme Lord to refine a pot of elixir to improve his realm.

Let’s see if we can break the shackles.

Before that, he would never allow the wood demon to escape.

Therefore, the reprimand he just gave to Zhenshan was not only because he couldn't stand his usual behavior, but also because he was dissatisfied with his lack of care.

There was a "boom".

The terrifying ripples after the impact were like turbulent waves, blowing in all directions.

For a time, mountains and rivers collapsed and the earth cracked.

Zhao Xuan changed places to watch the battle, with no intention of intervening at this moment.

"puff!"

After all, the wood demon's accumulation was too strong. Except for Zhen Shan, who escaped in time, the five people who besieged the wood demon were all vomiting blood and suffered moderate injuries.

The wood demon succeeded with one strike, and once again set off the dense root system, blasting towards the eight monks.

The old monk had no time to accuse Zhenshan of being lazy at the critical moment and failing to work hard, thus causing injuries to his fellow monks.

He decisively took out a small bell.

When besieging the wood demon, he kept pouring mana into it.

He even injects mana while taking the elixir that replenishes his mana.

What is important is this moment, to give the wood demon a fatal blow.

I saw the bell enlarging at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a large bell dozens of feet high.

The big bell made a clear sound and slammed into the wood demon.

The wood demon waved hundreds of tree roots to stop the big bell.

The moment they made contact, they were broken by the big bell.

Not only that, but its solid body had a huge hole punched out by the big bell.

"what!"

The harsh voice of the dryad echoed between heaven and earth.

It beat several monks wildly.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Zhenshan was the quickest to dodge. He got out of the attack circle after being hit twice.

The old monk scolded him, and the others favored the old monk, so he was unwilling to sacrifice his life for them.

The others were miserable. As Buddhist disciples known for their physical bodies, although they were not beaten to pulp, they were still seriously injured.

The old monk shouted angrily: "Death."

He struck the bell again.

This time, the big bell hit a certain place hard, bringing out a spiritual wood heart that beat like a living heart.

The wood demon's aura suddenly dropped crazily.

Just now.

Zhao Xuan, who was already ready to attack, connected his body with the sword and passed through the heart of the old monk with the sword intention of killing all immortals.

Before the old monk closed his eyes, he said leisurely: "This thing is destined to me."

(End of this chapter)