The story of immortality with female support

Chapter 912
After "he" said that sentence, Xuanling was stunned, and Jiajia was also stunned.

A monk at the early stage of Zangshen wants to face a monk at the previous stage of leaving the world, even though Jia Jia has a special physique, possessing a rare spiritual root such as space spiritual root, but he dare not say such a thing.It's true that You Nianhua is soft-handed, but he is a monk in the dusty stage, and even among the monks in the dusty stage, You Nianhua is not necessarily weak, and I don't know where "he" got the courage to say that.

Although Jiajia didn't say it clearly, "he" seemed to have expected it, and chuckled lightly: "You guys don't know much, it doesn't mean I can't do it!"

"I have no experience!" It has been a long time since no one dared to use these three words on her Lian Jiajia. She couldn't help blushing, and she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed. Jiajia bit her lips involuntarily and argued: "I really didn't What knowledge, but also know the balance of heaven, how can there be such a thing against the sky, even if...even if it really exists, it will be like a tiger and wolf, and there will be troubles later."

"There will always be future troubles, as long as you can raise them back." "He" was not angry when faced with Jiajia and Xuanling's doubts, "Don't teach people to doubt mediocrity, let's just look at it!"

Jiajia's heart relaxed, and at this moment, "he" came out.Jiajia only saw her body sitting upright, adjusted her breath a bit, then stood up and looked at You Nianhua, even though she was hit by You Nianhua just now, he didn't kill him, so Jiajia didn't really It's all right, and I also noticed dozens of powers behind me, but I don't know why no one made a move.

Jiajia heard her own voice: "What are the monks in Kunlun doing, why don't they take action? Hmph, looking forward and backward, it's hard to make a big deal!"

Her voice was not loud, but how good the ears of senior monks are, not to mention that almost all the monks are focusing on her now, everyone can clearly hear this sentence.

As soon as the words came out, Fu Qingniu couldn't help shaking his face before anyone else could speak: "What's the matter? I'm sure I have to make a move, isn't it?"

Jiajia was helpless but also helpless, it was not she herself who said those words, but "he".I couldn't help but smile wryly in my heart, I must have offended many people as soon as I said this, but I can't persuade "him", this person has always acted like this, and he has never had the time to persuade him.

However, although what "he" said was not pleasant, it was true. For some reason, the Kunlun cultivator did not move at all. At least with Lian Jiajia's current cultivation level, the sect should not just watch her die.

She didn't know that it was Shushan's Master Mingjian who stopped everyone.

"Even if you make a move, you won't be able to move forward." It was You Nianhua who spoke, a little bit unbearable, "You should come with me! I am pregnant with the Tiger Order of the Acacia Sect. Whether my disciples are willing or not, I will As soon as they make a sound, they will definitely listen to my orders. What's more, the real Fang of Abbot Island in the East China Sea has already arranged it. It is easy for me to take you away. The ending will not change. Why should more people be injured? You are a smart person, you should Know that struggling is useless."

"Really?" "He" didn't care at all, and laughed a couple of times, "It seems that you have already arranged it, and you just need to catch me back."

You Nianhua was silent for a moment, then nodded; "That's right, I don't want to hurt anyone, so you should come with me!"

"Many monks will cultivate supernatural powers when they reach the golden core, or even Yuanying or higher, just like Wei Dong's teleportation supernatural power, your sky-repairing hand." "He" said lightly to Jia Jia Talking about supernatural powers, "Your Heaven-Bending Jieshou is a very powerful supernatural power... Then, guess what my supernatural power is?"

Both Jiajia and Xuanling were startled, the inadvertently changed direction of the spiritual power in the body made the body which was used to the previous direction extremely uncomfortable, a hot feeling in the throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"It's finally comfortable!" "He" wiped the blood on his chin carelessly twice, with a somewhat wild attitude.

Chen Huaxuan, who had just applied Qin Ya's body acupuncture for a week, put Qin Yaping on the ground, stood up, and walked to Fu Qingniu's side: "We can't wait any longer, let's do it!"

"How is he?" Although Fu Qingniu didn't even blink his eyelids, Chen Huaxuan also knew that he was talking about Qin Ya, and replied: "He fainted, but it's okay."

"Yeah." Fu Qingniu said, striding forward, walking forward.

After only two steps, a hand blocked his way, Fu Qingniu stared at the person who stopped him with an ugly face: "Old Mingjian, what do you mean?"

Immortal Mingjian glanced at him, suddenly raised his right hand, and the sword came out of its sheath, flatly slashing the sword to the surroundings, the sword energy scattered like a tide, and then revealed a glaring silver needle, the silver needle on the silver needle The strange cyan color told everyone that this was not an ordinary silver needle.

"The villain surnamed Fang." Someone exclaimed, but saw a person walking out from behind You Nianhua, who was smiling and waving to everyone, "I don't know Fang, but I have missed you for so long."

It was none other than Fang Ren. Right now, his cultivation base was no longer concealed, and his actual cultivation base in the dust stage made everyone's expressions change drastically.

"Bah!" Zhen Yirou from the Hehuan Sect spat, "It's disgusting!"

"Fairy Qiaoyan usually doesn't please you, but this sentence is exactly what I want." Chen Huaxuan glanced at Zhen Yirou with a smile, and a silver light flashed in his sleeves. The silver needle, which was also quenched with medicine, showed a very different color.

Fang Zhenren smiled very comfortably: "It turns out that Chen Zhenren also likes to make a fuss about silver needles!"

Chen Huaxuan didn't succeed in the blow, so he didn't take it seriously: "I am saving people, and you are killing people. Naturally, it is different."

"Hehe!" Fang Zhenren sneered twice, "I don't have such a good temper as You Zhenren, I will definitely take him away...huh?"

Fang Zhenren suddenly fell silent, staring at the female cultivator who was looking at him not far away, her brows frowned involuntarily. It is a kind of examination.

Fang Zhenren was stared at a little unspeakably, and restrained himself from looking at the nuns, and turned to stare at the crowd: "Mingjian, I advise you not to act rashly, Miao Wuhua is far away in Kunlun, tens of thousands of miles away, The old man Hua Dao is still in meditation, and he won't wake up until tomorrow. Today, I must take her away!"

As soon as the words fell, I felt a burst of sword energy suddenly surged in the direction of the female cultivator. Somewhat weird.

The moon was as round as a disk, and the female nun lowered her eyelids, and the shadow of a sword danced under the moon.Jiajia listened to "him" singing silently: "I dance in chaos, drink wildly and sing wildly, and walk alone in a long way..."

This ancient humming seems to have been heard somewhere, the female cultivator bowed, her posture was as light as a shadow, like a solo dance under the moon.

"Where have I seen it before?" A Tibetan monk from Mount Shu involuntarily tightened his sword.

Master Mingjian looked at it for a while: "It is somewhat similar to the general outline of my Shushan Seven Schools of Swordsmanship "Dancing Style", but it is not completely the same."

One word awakened the dreamer, and finally understood where the sense of disobedience came from. Lian Jiajia was a real Kunlun monk who practiced in Kunlun since he entered Taoism. There are so many kinds, but they are all evolved from the Kunlun mental method that laid the foundation stone. All the kung fu methods of Kunlun have hidden shadows of kingly ways, which may be difficult for ordinary monks to detect, but those present today are all of them. The high-ranking monks of the sect, aside from other things, are not comparable to ordinary monks in terms of vision.The kingly way in the Kunlun kungfu cannot escape the eyes of these people, but now, Lian Jiajia's swordsmanship does not have a trace of kingly way, and even has another strange kind of breath mixed in it.

The crowd may not have reacted yet, but the Shushan cultivator has already reacted. This familiar aura is clearly his feeling of Shushan chivalry. The swordsmanship and gestures may be far apart, but there is a bit of chivalry that cannot escape them all day long. The eyes of Shushan monks who comprehend chivalry.

Master Mingjian had a rare seriousness on his face, and he stared at Jiajia with an unconcealable sense of inquiry.

Maybe looking at my body from the perspective of a bystander, after all, there is clarity that others do not have. Once you come back, you will never forget it, and the grandeur is the only thing you have ever seen in your life!"

"He" didn't answer, so he waited for the long sword dance, raised his sword, and pointed at You Nianhua and Fang Zhenren: "With my level of cultivation, I rarely have the chance to fight monks in the dust stage, come on! "

"Hmph, overestimate your own strength!" Fang Zhenren's eyes were gloomy, and his spiritual power fluctuated in his hand.The nun wears a scrutiny, and her spiritual power fluctuates in her hand.

The two breaths were different, but at first almost the same aura spread out. Master Fang folded his palms together, and the aura in the surrounding air became extremely sharp.

The authorities are obsessed, and they are often blocked by a leaf. You Nianhua turned his eyes to the female cultivator who also clasped his hands together and took away the sword without a sharp edge. The aura in front of him was sharp and abnormal for a moment. , the spiritual power in the palm swirled like a vortex, and the fingertips crushed a petal mixed with spiritual power.

But in the blink of an eye, the female cultivator opened her mouth to drink lightly, almost at the same time as Master Fang: "The stars are falling like rain!"

With a male voice and a female voice, the aura turned into sharp silver needles and scattered all over the ground.

The faces of the two people facing each other were pale, and Fang Zhenren stared at Jia Jia: "How is this possible?"

The monks present are all high-ranking officials from various sects and sects, and their knowledge is beyond comparison. This trick is not something else, it is the supernatural power realized by Fang Zhenren after he formed the alchemy.

"This is Fang Ren's supernatural power. Back then, this supernatural power was famous on the [-] islands in the East China Sea. For some reason, even real people were able to make it out." Mo Wuji was extremely surprised, only felt what he saw today, It's incredible.

It is not a secret that Kunlun Lian Jiajia's supernatural powers can mend the sky. It is thanks to her great momentum when she formed the alchemy. Many people were witnesses to the celestial phenomenon of the alchemy. At that time, although he was far away in the East China Sea, he also had From what I heard, the phoenix was born from Nirvana, and it can be seen that it was extraordinary back then.

The female cultivator's drooping eyes suddenly opened, looking at Xiangyou Nianhua with burning eyes, before you could open her mouth, she saw Jia Jia raised her hand, and Nianhua smiled, the female cultivator stood in the middle of the moon, and the gloomy and chilling look just now It disappeared in an instant, but there was a kind of compassion on the outside.

Stepping out with one step, the spiritual energy became solid, and a lifelike lotus flower emerged from under her feet. The flower bloomed to the height of a person. She stood in the center with her lips slightly raised and closed. ear.

"One thought of life, one thought of death, life and death are still, the Buddha is on his way..."

"Hohohohohohahahahahaha..." Ghost cries and howls of wolves and the sound of Buddha's joy resounded in my ears at the same time, and the sounds of heaven and hell appeared at the same time, bothering my ears. Even high-level monks, many people immediately meditated in place. The breath adjustment is slow, even so, but the resounding sound is like a hand pinching the soul, causing the soul in the body to feel restrained everywhere. Although it is possible to break free, but not long after breaking free, the voice It came back again, as if it was immortal and endless.

"This should be a trick of the Buddha, how could she..."

If it was a coincidence that Fang Fang's real star fell like rain just now, the trick of this Buddhist cultivator is definitely not a coincidence.

"How is this possible? How could one person have so many supernatural powers." Someone couldn't help but question.

No one answered his question, and the instantly elevated Sanskrit voice immediately attracted the monk's attention, even though the feeling of being harassed by such a primordial spirit was too uncomfortable, this sudden change was enough to attract everyone's attention, but seeing the woman Xiu's whole body seems to be bathed in the moonlight, and the edges of the whole person are hazy, it seems to be a substance, and it seems to be a void.

"This earlobe..." Someone exclaimed.

But at some point, a big Buddha with hanging ears appeared in the center of the lotus flower transformed from the spiritual energy. His eyes were full of compassion, and he gradually merged with the female cultivator in the middle.

The Sanskrit sounds kept ringing in her ears, the female cultivator stretched out her hand, and slapped Reverend Fang with a palm. At the foot of the Five Fingers Mountain, Reverend Fang felt that the spiritual power around him was controlled for a moment, and he couldn't even mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

The bergamot rises up with the flower, flicking it lightly.

Accompanied by Fang Zhenren's scream, he was thrown to nowhere.

All of this seemed to be in a flash, the lotus flower and the Buddha of Compassion disappeared, and Wei left the female cultivator standing with her head bowed.

"You... this is my sixteen-phase Sanskrit voice." You Nianhua seemed to be still in shock and hadn't recovered. She glanced at the monk who was beside her. Fang Zhenren was knocked back by her blow, and she didn't know how to throw it away. Where is it, there is a Daoist Mingjian who has just left the world. It seems that he can't take Jiajia away today, so he turns around and steps out, but disappears in front of everyone in an instant.

"The cultivation base of the Tibetan God in the early stage can be shocked out of the dust stage with one move!" Mo Wuji gasped, "It's enough to be proud of!"

Chen Huaxuan only felt his palm tighten, but it was the little boy who held his hand, clenched his fist involuntarily, his eyes were as bright as stars.

"Giving and receiving are the same." Right at this moment, Daoist Mingjian suddenly spoke out, and the female cultivator who was standing in the same place fell down straight.

(End of this chapter)