Being a talent in the Chusheng Demon Sect

Chapter 143 Guangming
Northern Frontier, Shenwu Gate.

In the deepest part of a gloomy hall, a long rainbow was seen piercing through the sky, falling into the hall, and finally turning into a big man who fell to the ground.

"puff!"

As soon as Master Huanwu knelt on the ground, blood spurted out of his mouth uncontrollably, but his face was full of heartache. He covered his mouth with his hands and swallowed the blood back.

After all, this "blood" is actually the essence of his Tao foundation. Normally, it would take more than ten days to subside after spitting it out. But now it is constantly flowing and cannot be stopped. It can be seen how badly he is injured, not to mention that he has even abandoned his physical body and only his soul is escaping.

"Brother!"

At this moment, a young man walked out of the hall with an anxious look on his face. Seeing Zhenren Huanwu in such a state, he hurried forward to support him.

"Junior Brother Xuanwu, medicine, medicine!"

Zhenren Huanwu urged him repeatedly. Seeing this, the young man did not dare to delay and quickly took out a pill bottle, then poured out a small red pill from it.

The next second, he used his magic power to push it away.

The broken pill fell on Master Huanwu's body. In an instant, his organs regenerated, his flesh and blood reunited, and his bones filled in. He actually turned into Master Huanwu's appearance!

Only after Huanwu Zhenren's soul entered his body did he finally breathe a sigh of relief. His originally unstable foundation of Taoism was stabilized again. Although the new body was still making continuous shattering sounds, and it was obviously unable to bear his soul, it could still be used, so that his soul would not be left without support.

"I'm glad you're okay, brother."

Seeing this scene, Xuanwu Zhenren finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, when he thought about the current situation of the sect, he suddenly felt sad.

"Brother, why don't we go!"

Despite having deep feelings for Shenwu Sect, Xuanwu Zhenren still gritted his teeth and said these words, and his words showed that he didn't want to care about Shenwu Sect anymore!

"We are all real people after all, not ordinary people who practice Qi cultivation."

"If I abandon the inheritance of the Shenwu Sect, take nothing, and think of nothing else, and simply flee overseas, I think no one will chase me."

Xuanwu Zhenren's words made Huanwu Zhenren fall into silence.

That's right, if they really abandoned the sect at this moment, although the Shenwu Sect would be destroyed, the two of them would definitely survive, but how could he be willing to do that?

He is Huanwu, who is over 150 years old this year. He has barely condensed his life force and is waiting to use the sect's merits and luck to help him find a Heavenly Gang or Earthly Evil to refine his innate magical powers. From then on, his cultivation will be further improved. Even if he lives to be 300 years old in the future, it will be easier for him to return to the foundation-building stage after reincarnation.

But what if Shenwumen is gone?
Firstly, his good fortune and luck were all gone, and he couldn't even think about reaching the middle stage of foundation building in this lifetime. Secondly, with the sect gone, who would take care of his reincarnation?

Escape overseas and become a wandering ghost from now on!

What path is there to talk about?
There is no future in reincarnation!
Therefore, unless it was absolutely necessary, Zhenren Huanwu really did not intend to abandon his sect and leave. However, this battle with Lu Yang made him feel cold in his heart.

"The devil has made up his mind. It seems that Jiangnan has really given up on us."

For a moment, Master Huanwu felt confused.

But at this moment——

"Amitabha."

The sound of Buddhist chanting was like the sound of a clear spring, pouring down, instantly soothing the anxiety and panic in the hearts of the two real people, but it also surprised them.

"Pure Land? Buddhist cultivation?"

Zhenren Huanwu raised his head and saw a scent of sandalwood floating in front of him. When he came to his senses, a young man with red lips and white teeth had appeared in the hall.

"I am Fulong, a poor monk. I am honored to meet you two benefactors."

Fulong Arhat first clasped his hands together and bowed, then smiled and said, "Although Jiange has no intention of attacking the Northern Frontier, Pure Land does not mind taking action."

"Is this true?" Zhenren Huanwu was suddenly overjoyed.

Of course it's fake.

Fulong Luohan sneered in his heart, but his face became more compassionate: "Pure Land Buddhists do not tell lies. I am here to lend a hand to your sect." In fact, this was just Fulong Luohan's private action and had nothing to do with the Pure Land. It was only because he had calculated the cause and effect recently and was pleasantly surprised to find that Lu Yang, who had been hiding in the Holy Sect for thirty years, had finally come out. So he rushed here without stopping, wanting to take advantage of this good opportunity to eliminate the future troubles.

Thinking of this, Fulong Luohan took out another object from his robe.

This object is a golden statue, shining brightly. With the help of Fulong Arhat's magic power, it instantly took shape and landed beside Zhenren Huanwu.

"This treasure is called the [Golden Body of Sheli], and it was obtained through the voluntary sacrifice of the disciples of my temple."

"Compared to the Dharma body that Daoyou created with elixirs, this one is undoubtedly much stronger. I think it will be enough to restore more than 80% of your combat power."

"Thank you, holy monk!"

Zhenren Huanwu was not polite either. He immediately escaped from his soul and merged with the [Sheli Golden Body]. His originally weakened energy began to rise again.

Seeing this, Fulong Luohan nodded with satisfaction, then glanced sideways in the direction of Skull Mountain.

“He sensed me too.”

Fulong Luohan frowned slightly and said to himself, "This man is extremely talented. He has spent thirty years refining his life force. If I want to kill him, it will be very difficult."

To be fair, with his cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building, he is 100% sure to deal with Lu Yang, at least he cannot lose. However, a true foundation building cultivator can sense cause and effect and has the ability to avoid danger and seek good fortune. If Lu Yang chooses not to fight with him and flees at the first sign of trouble, then he actually has no good way to deal with Lu Yang.

Unless the battlefield can be confined to one area.

Only when Lu Yang has nowhere to escape can he take the opportunity to kill Lu Yang. The ideal situation is to convert Lu Yang, which will benefit him the most.

He also made some preparations for this.

However, whether it would be effective or not would depend on each other's methods. He believed that Lu Yang also wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, and it was just a competition of whose calculations were better.

Just as Fulong Luohan was thinking, in another place of Shenwu Gate, a monk with shifty eyes but pretending to be dignified was strolling around.

"Tell me, how did I become the eldest brother of [Fulong Temple]?"

Guangming has been living a relatively happy life recently. Although Guanghai and Guanghui both died suddenly, he saved the remaining Buddhist monks in Pure Land and accumulated quite a few connections.

"Life is unpredictable~"

Guangming was full of emotion, but he had lost some motivation to practice. After all, when a Buddhist practitioner reached his stage, the path of practice was almost over.

Because the [Fulong Temple] has an owner.

As long as Fulong Luohan is not dead, no matter how high his cultivation is, it will only be a favor to Fulong Luohan. In this case, why should he practice hard every day?
It’s time to enjoy yourself!
Thinking of this, a picture suddenly emerged in Guangming's mind. It was the back of Lu Yang when he killed Guanghai and others in one fell swoop during the battle for the road.

"hiss!"

Guangming gasped: "Pah, pah, pah, what a curse! Why did I suddenly think of that murderer? Forget it quickly, forget it!"

However, the more he wanted to forget, the clearer the figure became in his memory.

In a trance, he seemed to be back on the battlefield, trembling as he looked at the man's back, watching him turn around and smile at him:
".Daoist Guangming, how are you?"

The ends of the earth are just a thought away.

[Engagement of relationship]!
".ah?"

Guangming woke up as if from a dream, but looked at Lu Yang who suddenly turned around in front of him with a confused face, then rubbed his eyes and pinched his face.

it hurts.

"Oh my god!"

Is it a real person!?

The next second, there was a thud, and Guangming actually knelt on the ground, crying bitterly: "Shangxiu! I miss you so much!"

(End of this chapter)