The strong from the wild

No one could answer Wen Yingkong's question.

She herself could not answer.

Meng Chengshen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, his whole body was wrapped in snow-white cold air, and the word Sichuan was wrinkled between a pair of thick eyebrows.Obviously, the three paragraphs of Wen Yingkong's words just now made Meng Chengshen's brain completely troubled.

"Uncle! Uncle!"

Tanlang jumped up and down and shouted: "I want to see Uncle's portrait again."

"it is good!"

Liu Yi grabbed Tan Lang's ear and rubbed it pamperingly. There was a flash of light between his brows, and there was already a twenty-foot sword's edge appearing above his head, hanging in the middle of the pagoda.

This pagoda is originally the Buddha treasure of Subhuti, the upper and lower floors have been connected, and can be changed in size. When it is large, it can reach a height of a thousand meters, and when it is small, it is only three inches square.

Now there are three people standing in the pagoda, which has already become a thousand meters high.The sword edge above Liu Yi's head is only twelve feet long, so the pagoda can easily accommodate the sword.

The sword's edge is straight, and the sword's edge is frosty.

Strands of piercing sword intent emanated from the sword's edge.

"Liu Daoyou, I have seen your flying sword before. There are nine ancient thunder inscriptions on the flying sword. It must also be a magic weapon handed down from ancient times. Now that Liu Daoyou has cultivated into a dharma, why don't you carve out nine inscriptions on the dharma?" An ancient Lei character inscription? This old man has also studied the ancient inscriptions, and he knows that the ancient inscriptions are infinitely powerful, but it is a pity that the old man is not qualified enough to understand the true meaning of the ancient inscriptions..."

Although Meng Chengshen was making suggestions to Liu Yi, he was either sighing or lamenting his own qualifications.

When people get older, they like to sigh.

The same is true for practitioners.

The longer you live, the more you like to recall the past, and the more you like to give advice to others based on your own experience.

"I am a swordsman. My kendo method should be a pure sword edge. Why bother to carve some ancient inscriptions. If the ancient inscriptions are carved, the sword edge will inevitably become less pure than it is now. It is better to specialize than to be complicated. Same! Fellow Daoist Meng, you have also seen Kong Sanwen’s dharma appearance. His dharma appearance is a peacock, and it is a pure peacock! Back then when Kong Sanwen fought the Dragon and Tiger Demon Emperor, if Kong Sanwen hadn’t suddenly been in a daze, the Dragon and Tiger Demon Emperor must have It's gone!"

Liu Yi's words are half true and half false.Naturally, he wouldn't tell others that besides this bundle of kendo dharma, he also has the primordial spirit in his body, as well as the inscription inscription of thunder, and he has not tempered the dharma form yet.

The speaker is unintentional and the listener is interested.

Wen Yingkong was lowering her head in deep thought, but at this moment she suddenly raised her head, knelt down on one knee to Liu Yi, emotionally kowtowed, and said: "My lord's golden and jade words, my subordinates have been taught!"

Although Liu Yi didn't know what Wen Yingkong was thinking, he looked calm and asked calmly, "What did you realize?"

"From the road to simplicity!"

Wen Yingkong replied: "What the lord just said is that the Dao is as simple as it is! If you carve ancient inscriptions on the blade of the sword like what friend Meng Cheng said, it will destroy the master's swordsmanship. If it is mixed and impure, it will focus on one thing and lose another, it is not as good as specialization, so that it can be extremely pure, this is the way to simplicity!"

Hearing this, Liu Yi thought about it, and exclaimed: "What a Wen Yingkong!"

But Liu Yi remained calm, and asked again: "That's all?"

Wen Yingkong replied: "...Those words that are circulated among the world, although simple and plain, are very reasonable. In the opinion of my subordinates, this is also the most simple way!"

"very good!"

Liu Yi was amazed at Wen Yingkong's intelligence and aptitude, and couldn't help but nod his head in admiration, and then asked: "Is what you realized today helpful to your own practice?"

"Yes! This subordinate is practicing the Suzaku Fire Bathing Jue. This method is also an ancient magic method, but it is different from ordinary monks' exercises. The Suzaku Yuhuo Jue pays more attention to physical cultivation, and is good at holding weapons and magic weapons. With superb martial arts and cultivation , to fight the enemy hand-to-hand. If you practice Suzaku's Yuhuojue to the peak, you will be able to burn yourself in the ashes, be reborn in Nirvana, have the blood of Suzaku, and a tyrannical body like the ancient Suzaku!"

Wen Yingkong knelt down and couldn't get up, but her waist was straight, like a spear dormant in front of Liu Yi, her expression became more determined, and she said in her mouth: "If your subordinates have cultivated their physical bodies to the point of extreme tyranny, just With a body of flesh and blood and a pair of fists, I can forcibly resist the world's magic weapons, and can rampage among thousands of enemies, as if entering no one's land! One day, I will even have the power to forcibly resist a great god with my flesh and blood body!"

Specialize in the physical body?

Liu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately imagined a picture in his mind.

In that scene, Wen Yingkong's body changed suddenly, her plump and graceful body became extremely tall, and with a single step of her feet, the boundary of Hengshan Mountain, which was 800 million miles away, was trampled to collapse!With a wave of the arm, the rising sun in the sky was smashed into pieces!

"Wen Yingkong, get up."

Liu Yi shook his head vigorously, clearing Wen Yingkong's mighty and unparalleled image from his mind, and only slowly let out a breath, saying: "I have a kung fu, which can be regarded as my family's unique skill, specializing in the cultivation of the physical body. If you cultivate this technique to the middle level, you can resist the attack of immortal weapons; if you cultivate it to the peak, you can even resist the innate spirit treasure! But, I can't pass this technique to you right now, I have to wait until the Devil Emperor If you are dead, you will swear that you will only be loyal to me, Liu Yi, in this lifetime in the midst of the divine will, and I will definitely pass on that unique knowledge to you."

This unique skill is naturally the "Wan Wu Sheng" skill.

Meng Chengshen's eyes froze for a moment, and he asked, "What is the Xiantian Lingbao?"

Liu Yi said: "Above the celestial artifacts, there are spiritual treasures. There are two types of spiritual treasures, those below the nine-fold restriction are acquired spiritual treasures; those above the nine-fold restriction are congenital spiritual treasures. Your pagoda has triple restrictions, which are acquired spiritual treasures. The soil under your feet and the Devil Emperor's Immortal Book are all innate spiritual treasures."

"Teachable!"

Meng Chengshen cupped his hands and said no more.

However, Wen Yingkong stood up, stared at her eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Although the devil emperor Tianzong Zhizhi was suppressed by the great god, he is not guilty of death. One day, the devil emperor will definitely come back and eradicate Ji Wushuang with his own hands." traitor!"

"White-eyed wolf!"

Greedy Wolf despised Wen Ying Kongyan, and said, "If the Devil Emperor is out of trouble, he will meet my uncle on a narrow road. At that time, will you help the Devil Emperor beat my uncle, or help my uncle beat the Devil Emperor?"

Wen Yingkong said decisively: "When the time comes, I will kill myself with a horizontal sword, so I don't need you to worry about it."

"Tsk tsk... that's easy to say."

Greedy Wolf stuck out his tongue and said, "You liar, what you hold is a spear, not a sword. Do you think that all children in the world are easy to deceive?"

Wen Yingkong had no choice but to remain silent, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Liu Yi looked at Wen Yingkong with great interest, and re-examined the Lord of the Heavenly Killing Palace.

Now, Liu Yi only feels that Wen Yingkong's personality is many times stronger than that of Miaoyu in the Qiongyu Realm, and Zhuyu's two daughters.

I'm afraid that only the saintess of Qiongyu Land, Cui Siqi, who is so arrogant and extraordinary, can compete with Wen Yingkong.

Reminiscing about Wen Yingkong's rhetoric just now, Liu Yi suddenly remembered that Cui Siqi once swore to the sky that within 500 years, she would cultivate to become a god...

Although these two women can make Liu Yi admire, they may make him feel at ease, after all, there are only Wan'er and Lu Ningshuang.

My hometown is where my heart is at ease.

Some people think that vigorous and vigorous is the most romantic.

Some people think that it is the most romantic to be in love until the end of time and the end of the world.

Liu Yi is a man who only wants to have a clear conscience.

Ask the sword about foreign affairs, ask the heart about internal affairs.

But peace of mind!

But now in the Nether Demon Prison, this small world filled with demonic fire seems to be boundless, and it is impossible to distinguish up and down, left and right, and can only let the pagoda float endlessly.

Immortals have long been able to fast, and they don't have to eat fireworks in the world.

But if it wants to survive in the world for a long time, it must be consumed after all.

This Nether Devil Prison has only flames, not even spiritual energy. If they can't find a way out of this place, the three of them and one wolf will run out of mana and medicine and die here sooner or later.

The master of Xuantianzong, Ling Wanjian, is so powerful that he can save his life in the Nether Demon Prison, but he also needs to rely on Xuantianzong's sword cultivator to perform wonderful techniques, and use the sword plate left by the great god Ling Qiujian to spread the sword energy across the world. Only by pouring it into Ling Wanjian's body can Ling Wanjian's life be preserved.

"Friend Daoist Liu!"

Seeing that Liu Yi was silent, Meng Chengshen only put a large piece of the broken cigarette stick to his mouth, took two deep breaths, then suddenly grinned, and said: "The old man will find the way to find Ling Wanjian, Figured it out!"

Wen Yingkong and Tanlang had already heard these words once, so naturally their expressions were calm.

"what?"

Liu Yi stood up, stood on the ice futon, and asked in surprise: "Friend Daoist Meng really figured out a way?"

"Exactly!"

Meng Chengshen waved the big cigarette stick, pointed at the ice futon under Liu Yi's feet, watched the snow-white cold air emanating from the Xuanbing Boundless Water, and said, "Look, fellow Taoist!"

After saying that, Meng Chengshen put his left hand in front of his body and pinched out a formula.

The towering pagoda trembled suddenly, and galloped away towards the distance. Meng Chengshen accused the white cold air and said, "Daoist friend, look, this white cold air is moving!"

Liu Yi took a closer look, and really saw the mist-like white cold air, which was slowly getting thicker.

Immediately, the formula in Meng Chengshen's hand changed, and the pagoda turned around and galloped away towards another direction.

The white cold air on the ice futon became much lighter again.

"Fellow Daoist, you used the profound ice boundless water to form a piece of ice and put it inside the pagoda to adjust the temperature in the pagoda..."

Meng Chengshen looked excited, pointed at the cold air on the futon, and talked eloquently, "The higher the outside temperature, the more cold air the Ice Futon needs to release, and the thicker the white cold air. When the outside temperature drops, the cold The ice futon needs to release less cold air, and the white cold air will also become lighter in color..."

Hearing this, Liu Yi immediately understood.

It turns out that although this Nether Demon Prison is full of magic fire, some places are thicker and some places are thinner, so there will naturally be a difference in temperature.

This clue is a mystery that Meng Chengshenku spent half a month observing while sitting in the tower.

"Uncle!"

Greedy Wolf was also very happy. It had been waiting seven or eight days for Meng Chengshen's answer, and now it couldn't wait. It jumped three meters high, stood on top of everyone, and asked loudly, "Uncle! If you are a devil God, where will you trap the head?"