Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 142 Gap 【Two in One】

"boom--!"

Loud noises and ripples visible to the naked eye quickly spread in the air.

The armored vehicle flicked to a halt on the mountain road.

Nan Huaiqin was the first to jump out of the car when he opened the door, looking at the air ripples spreading in the sky, his eyes were extremely deep: "It's started..."

The sixtieth old man took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and unzipped the zipper of his combat uniform, showing a determined look on his face: "Block the scene, evacuate the crowd, and those who are below the cave level are not allowed to enter!"

"Yes!"

Qin Ping, who was driving the car, flickered for a moment, and replied heavily.

The armored vehicle drove away, leaving only the sixtieth old man with a pine back, staring at General Rong Jia on the top of the mountain, suddenly smiled, and said lightly: "In this life, there should be a chance..."

"Curtain call."

After finishing speaking, Nan Huaiqin's eyes were full of fighting spirit, his whole body was no longer tired and old, and there was an indescribable grandeur bursting out from his whole body.

The sixtieth old man bowed slightly, and then jumped ten meters in an explosive manner and landed heavily on the mountain road, striding like flying towards the top of the mountain.

With a shake of his arms, two layers of gold-iron gloves covered the old man's arms. The gloves continued to spread upwards, gradually covering the sixtieth old man's arms to elbows.

Nan Huaiqin ran faster and faster on the mountain road, and the aura that fell on his body became stronger with each step, and the whole aura was like a heavy hammer.

Although not sharp, but the momentum is unstoppable!

……

"boom--!"

On the top of Qingyao Mountain, the golden palm marks blasted by the young monk were completely shattered. The corner of Guan Yi's mouth was already stained with blood. Under the huge reaction force, he drew back more than ten meters, and his feet had sunk into the soil, leaving behind Two clear traces.

Guan Yi's cassock and Buddhist robes inlaid with the seven Buddhist treasures couldn't bear the monstrous spiritual power, and all of them collapsed into mottled fragments, revealing his sharp and sharp muscles.

But on the opposite side, Zuo Keqi, whose palm marks had been torn off, was already ferocious, with the aura of collapsing mountains and seas, he rushed straight to the young monk.

A ghost hand with synthetic claws, five fingertips like five sharp knives, grabbed the young monk fiercely, as if it could shatter the head of the crown with just one grasp.

However, the remaining strength in Guan Yi's body was still firmly suppressing the young monk, and he had no time to react.

In a blink of an eye, the sharp ghost claws had already reached the young monk.

Qinghan, who was about to return to the mountain gate, changed his expression drastically, and threw Li Zheng far away in his hand.

"Stay at the mountain gate and don't move!"

Qinghan threw down a sentence, turned around and returned, raised her jade hand and took out three fiery red feathers, which felt as hard as knives, carrying surging spiritual power.

Without the slightest hesitation, the woman in red suddenly waved the three feathers like three sharp swords of migratory locusts, and they surged out with a sharp sound of piercing the air.

"clang!"

There was a sound of gold and iron clashing, and under the sparks, a red feather slammed heavily on the ghost claw that was grabbing directly, but the ghost claw was as hard as steel, and the feather only slightly slowed down the speed of the ghost claw, and was caught pop open.

"Clang, clang!"

Two sparks ejected again, and the speed of the ghost claw's forward sweep finally eased a bit.

In such a short moment, Qing Han had already rushed behind Guan Yi, pulled the young monk with blood on the corner of his mouth out of the remaining restraint, pulled back casually, and used his strength to charge forward and fly up He kicked General Rong Jia's neck.

A layer of flames rose from Qinghan's feet in an instant, and the totem of the Chongming Bird behind him was excited again, and the power of the fire was far beyond that of the red lotus fireworks.

Zuo Keqi looked at the raging flames and smiled coldly. In order to avoid any subtle sales points hidden in the flames, General Rong Jia leaned back slightly, almost avoiding the raging flames almost impartially. fire feet.

The light of the fire almost brushed against the ghost general's skin, and the ghost aura and fireworks intertwined and crackled.

This blow also gave Guan Yi and the others a chance to breathe.

Guan Yi quickly turned over and stood up, the Buddha's light re-emerged, and he watched the General Rong Jia who was not far away vigilantly.

Zuo Keqi, who escaped the attack, stood firm and looked at the two people opposite with a playful smile on his face, as if he didn't take it into his heart at all.

Zuo Keqi wanted to capture the two of them alive and present them to His Majesty. If it wasn't for the sake of capturing them alive, Zuo Keqi raised his hand and drew his saber just now, and he could cut them in half with just three moves.

But if he was cut in half, his credit would be small instead.

For Zuo Keqi, whether to capture alive or to kill is nothing more than a matter of raising one's hand, killing is to chop melons and vegetables, and capturing alive is nothing more than an old urchin.

Zuo Keqi brushed off the remaining anger on his body, smiled faintly, and teased, "You guys, is that the only way to go?"

"You little tricks, it's okay to play tricks on Hua Jinlin and those idiots, but in front of this general, it's a bit too shameful."

The playful Zuo Ke Qi Lang laughed: "Now, it's time for the general."

After finishing speaking, Zuo Keqi's face suddenly became fierce, his body moved violently, and he rushed towards the two of them, his arms were like two giant dragons, carrying boundless ghostly aura, he swung out brazenly, pointing directly at the two of them.

At Zuo Keqi's level, he couldn't be interested in one-on-two.

Looking at the surging General Rongjia, the expressions of Qinghan and Guanyi changed almost at the same time, and they tried their best to use the spiritual power in their bodies to resist.

……

Inside Qingyun Temple.

Li Zheng scrambled into the mountain gate, looked at the two people who were obviously at a disadvantage outside the gate, his face was extremely ugly, and he wanted to go up to help the battle several times, but when he thought that his meager cultivation was gone, it was nothing more than giving the two People add to the chaos, so we have to give up.

"How to do how to do?!"

The skinny boy was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, rubbing his hands together with an extremely anxious expression.

"In such a panic, I don't know how you got together with Lu Chen?"

When Li Zheng was so anxious that he couldn't stand on his feet, a soft voice came from behind the skinny young man: "At any rate, I have known Lu Chen for a long time, and I haven't learned any composure. Are you sorry?"

"who?!"

Like a frightened rabbit, Li Zheng turned around in a jerk, but when he looked around, there was no one behind him, and the skinny young man turned pale in an instant: "Meet a ghost again?!"

"Damn it!"

The fluttering sound of complaints sounded again and cursed: "I'm just lying here, those two holes under your eyebrows are panting?!"

Li Zheng was just discovering that there was a fluffy British shorthair cat lying sideways on the corridor in the distance, looking at him boredly with a pair of eyes, and the voice came from its mouth!

If Li Zheng hadn't seen the outspoken Tie Luo Snake King in the secret realm of the western suburbs, his legs would have been frightened by now, but Li Zheng was still a little surprised, and he confirmed it again: " Is it you talking?"

"what……"

The British short-haired blue cat curled its lips, glanced at the skinny boy, with a look of disgust on its face: "Just your six senses, how did you get mixed up with Lu Chen?"

Li Zheng felt a little uncomfortable when the British short-haired blue cat breathed out its fragrance many times. He suppressed the thought of sending out all the keys in his heart, pointed to the door hastily, and said in a deep voice: "Can you stop?" Talking sarcastic, what should we do outside?!"

Qiongqi glanced at the two who fell outside the door, shook his head, with a look of helplessness on his face: "I can't help it either."

"you--!"

Seeing the expression of the British short-haired cat, Li Zheng was furious, but it seemed that it was not the right time to deliver the goods, so he waved his hands heavily, and said angrily, "Then what should we do now?!"

"should……"

The British short-haired blue cat didn't care the slightest about the skinny boy's out of breath. He turned his gaze back to the back hall and murmured to himself, "It should be soon."

……

Qingyunguan dark room.

Lu Chen, who was shining with the Dharma body of a celestial master, was sitting cross-legged on the ground. The incense vine in Lu Chen's palm had been burned out, and after many days, the incense gas that had gathered in Qingyun Temple for a long time had been completely mobilized.

The strong scent of incense penetrated into Lu Chen's nostrils like a dragon.

The Divine Light in Lu Chen's body responsible for opening up the acupoints rose again, continuously opening up the last nine acupoints in Lu Chen's body.

The rest of the acupoints that had been filled with divine power were also continuously nourished by the overflowing incense, and there were signs of continuous expansion.

The acupoints are the same as the dantian, the wider and thicker they are, the more divine power can be retained in them.

After ordinary warriors opened up the acupoints, the size of the acupoints is basically fixed, but Lu Chen's experience of accidentally stepping on the acupoints with incense is extremely rare.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, deeply sedated, allowing the divine light to change his body, and had no idea of ​​the struggle outside Qingyun's view at this moment.

……

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Outside the mountain gate, muffled sounds continued to ring out, and the Buddha light on Guan Yi's arms completely dissipated. Zuo Keqi kicked three times with the saber in his waist, not yet out of its sheath, just condescendingly.

The young monk was nailed into the ground like a nail, his feet had completely sunk into the soil, and the surrounding ground was cracking.

The young monk's face was blue and red. It was obvious that the muscles, bones and viscera in his body were extremely uncomfortable due to the huge force. His arms were protecting his chest, and the blood vessels inside could be faintly seen collapsing on both arms.

"Little monk, you are still too tender."

The condescending Zuo Ke Qi Lang laughed, jumped up a little and raised his right foot, as if chopping, and smashed the young monk with his heel.

There are no fancy techniques or methods in this attack, only oppressive power.

Zuo Keqi wanted to capture the two of them alive, so this kick would not pose a life-threatening threat to the young monk, but broken tendons and bones were inevitable.

Anyway, what His Majesty wants is the Buddhist nature and spirit of this monk. It doesn't matter even if all the muscles and bones are completely abolished, just to free up Zuo Keqi to treat the ancient beast that has turned into a human being.

The woman in red is different from this young monk.

The little monk is a food of blood, the essence of flesh and blood, and this woman in red is a gift I prepared for His Majesty, which can not only swallow the essence, but also enjoy it for two days.

So if he wanted to bring the red girl back to the underground palace intact to present to His Majesty, his contribution would be even greater.

In the distance, the red-clothed woman who had just been blown away by the strong wind turned over and fled back. Seeing the attack that was about to fall, her eyes froze, and her teeth pressed against her tongue.

"I thought my blood, Kai Tianhong!"

Qing Han let out a low drink, and in an instant, the smell of fresh blood permeated the woman's entire mouth, followed by a captivating red glow in Qing Han's eyes. flashing.

Burn blood!

The Chongming clan's secret technique is to exchange the essence and blood in the body for a short period of time.

Qinghan is in the state of nirvana at this moment, and his cultivation is less than one-tenth of what it was ten thousand years ago. If he really has the kind of spiritual cultivation ten thousand years ago, why use such a secret method to deal with a small Tianyuan realm.

In an instant, the aura of the woman in red rose sharply, and her speed increased sharply. The red robe sleeves that were originally floating were now infused with spiritual power, like a golden iron blade.

With one sleeve waved, a series of cremations were lit up immediately.

The red sleeves blocked Zuo Keqi's momentum to strike down.

Even Zuo Keqi's figure hanging in mid-air was shaken a bit. General Rongjia looked at Qinghan who had suddenly risen in momentum, and smiled coldly: "For the sake of these ordinary people, burn the essence of your ancient blood. Is it worth it?"

Qing Han didn't speak, but his sleeves froze, and the totem of the Chongming Bird behind him continued to heat up, and waves of heat blew violently towards Zuo Keqi, who was dressed in military armor.

"Stubborn."

Zuo Keqi sneered, a savage light flashed in his eyes, his body rose a bit into the air, the extremely strong ghostly aura surged in an instant, and he said with a grinning smile: "You don't think that with this little ability, you can really Can you hold on to this general?"

After finishing speaking, Zuo Keqi turned around and swooped down.

The determination in Qinghan's eyes was even heavier, and the Chongming bird totem behind him turned into two wings of fire, shooting towards General Rongjia from bottom to top.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After three loud bangs, Zuo Keqi remained motionless, and retreated more than ten feet away from the cold, with blood stains on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of pain flashed on his beautiful face.

"Now, do you understand the gap between you and this general?"

Zuo Keqi spoke in a cold voice again, with playful eyes: "If you catch him without a fight, you will save yourself from suffering some flesh and blood."

After all, Zuo Keqi didn't seem to want to give the woman in red another chance to use the secret technique, her figure suddenly exploded, and the black mist under her feet was like a long dragon, cutting through the sky violently, carrying the momentum that could collapse mountains and seas, and rushed towards the red woman in clothes.

Qinghan's eyes froze, the fire wings behind him solidified, he hurriedly raised the fire wings behind him, and struck down head-on.

Below the two, Guan Yi crawled out from the ground, looking at the scene in the sky, his already ugly face darkened a bit.

Forcibly gathering all the spiritual power in the body, a huge golden Buddha statue loomed behind him, shooting up like a cannonball, roaring towards General Rong Jia, with unparalleled momentum.

Zuo Keqi, who was in mid-air, didn't seem to have thought that the young monk who had been suppressed by him to the point where he could no longer suppress him would suddenly explode. Before he could react, he was shaken by the huge Buddha statue.

Although it didn't cause too much damage, it caused General Rong Jia's figure to be slightly crooked, and the blow that was supposed to forcibly suppress Qing Han also fell in the empty space.

However, Qinghan's slashed fire wings had a very wide range, and they just slashed down impartially.

A hideous scar was left on Zuo Keqi's right cheek and chest armor.

"court death!"

Zuo Keqi, who was in pain, had bloodshot eyes instantly, and blamed all this on Guan Yi, his legs shook, knocking the young monk to the ground, he opened his mouth and spit out a ghostly aura, which rushed towards the young monk.

Guan Yi looked at the ghostly aura that was constantly enlarging in his eyes, with despair in his eyes.

"break!"

Just as the young monk was in extreme despair, he slammed out an iron fist, hitting the cloud of ghostly energy heavily.

(End of this chapter)