Go through with a plug-in

Chapter 305 Soul Sanctification
After laughing, the crazy monk said seriously: "Wen Tao, I never lie. If I say I won't use force, I will never use force."

Wen Tao narrowed his eyes suddenly, and said: "So, it is impossible for the senior to give me advice?"

"That's not entirely true." The crazy monk shook his head slightly and said.

Wen Tao was taken aback for a moment, and instead of fighting with himself, he said that he could tell him what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of the crazy monk?

"You practice, I say." The crazy monk slowly spit out four words.

Wen Tao suddenly understood, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, the crazy monk was going to talk to himself.

"Senior, please." Wen Tao bowed respectfully, and then the real martial arts sword pierced through the air, holding it obliquely in his hand, a burst of arrogance spontaneously emerged.

"Good sword." The crazy monk's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help admiring.

Wen Tao raised the corners of his mouth and pointed his toes, spinning like a top, from entering the sky, a cyan sword shadow flashed in the void, suddenly there was a loud thunder, and a purple thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the clear sky.

"Broken Sword Style!"

With a shout of anger, the real martial arts sword was like the hand of God, guiding the thunder and lightning to go straight to the distance. Accompanied by the shout of anger, the thunder and lightning seemed to hit something, and it exploded with a bang, making a sky-shattering sound.

"I'll stab your left shoulder, slap your lower abdomen, and turn my right claw into the air, grab your right hand, and grab your sword!" The crazy monk suddenly shouted with a flash of madness in his eyes.

"Broken Palm Style!" Standing in the air, Wen Tao did not hesitate because of the mad monk's words, but suddenly changed his moves. The real martial arts sword slowly drew a semicircle in the void, and the tip of the sword trembled like thousands of stars gathering in the sky, and then suddenly It disappeared into the thick white mist, as if it had never appeared before.

"Good swordsmanship!" The mad monk couldn't help applauding and shouting, Wen Tao's seemingly casual change of moves completely shattered his strategy against the enemy just now.

The mad monk can't even get close to Wen Tao people, so how can he shoot, arrest, and seize?

"Come again." The crazy monk seemed to be aroused by Wen Tao, and he couldn't help but let out a long roar, and grabbed the air with his right hand, and a branch was suddenly grabbed from the mess, and it went straight into the crazy monk's hands.

"I will stab your Jianjing point again, clasp your wrist with claws with my left hand, and then throw the sword straight to your face, how can I prevent it?" The crazy monk threw out the branch, but the dry and fragile branch seemed stronger than any divine sword in the world. It is shocking and dazzling, like flying stars from the sky, and the Milky Way falls to the ground.

"Broken Qi Style!" Wen Tao's expression was serious, the real martial arts sword in his hand held a sword flower, his left palm was dragged to the bottom, and his right hand held the real martial arts sword vertically.

"Break!" All of a sudden, Wen Tao's eyes opened suddenly, his tongue was like thunder, like an angry King Kong, and the real martial arts sword was screaming high, like a huge mouth. The released pressure rolled up one after another, like mist and illusion, or Jackie Chan or Xinghu, just like the ever-changing King Kong.

The dense fog rolled, attracted by Wen Tao, and condensed on the Zhenwu sword. With Wen Tao's sound, it exploded like thunder, shaking the surrounding trees into pieces like flying ash.

Even the crazy monk, facing this sky-shattering sword, couldn't help but his face changed drastically. He flew up from the ground and pushed away dozens of feet. Get close, and suddenly disappear, shining like a sudden appearance.

"Stop!" The mad monk hadn't calmed down yet, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Wen Tao's tendency to make a move, and shouted hastily.

Wen Tao was awakened by the loud shout of the mad monk, and looked at the mad monk with a little confusion. Suddenly, everything just came out like a tide, leaving Wen Tao at a loss.

Seeing Wen Tao's bewildered look, the crazy monk sighed, turned around and walked into the cave, and soon moved out a stone platform and two stools.

"Sit." The crazy monk put on a gesture of invitation, motioning for Wen Tao to sit down opposite him.

Wen Tao walked to the stool in a daze, and sat down like a walking corpse.

"Do you know why you are like this?" The crazy monk made a cup of tea for the two of them, greedily took a sip of the strong fragrance in the cup, and then asked softly.

"Magic obstacle?" Wen Tao rubbed his face vigorously, trying to erase the fear in his heart.

The crazy monk didn't answer Wen Tao's words directly, but said: "Decades ago, I was like you, so I wouldn't go crazy, but obsession is more terrifying than demonic obstacles."

Wen Tao remained silent, but it was as if a lamp was lit in his heart. Many things suddenly became clear, and even the previous feeling of bewilderment faded a lot.

"Thank you senior for your guidance." Wen Tao picked up the tea and drank it down.

The crazy monk smiled and said nothing, poured another cup for Wen Tao, and said: "Since some things haven't happened yet, why do you have to think about killing everything in the cradle?"

Hearing what the crazy monk pointed out, Wen Tao couldn't help raising his head and said, "Senior, do you know what I think?"

The crazy monk smiled slightly when he heard the words, and said: "It's just a road with thousands of weights, what about the devil's religion, what about the rivers and lakes, what about the world, as long as he meets that person, everything will be let go."

Wen Tao was puzzled and asked, "Who?"

"Wutuba." The crazy monk slowly spit out a name. Hearing this name, Wen Tao's face became more puzzled.

"Wutuba? Isn't it rumored that he has disappeared, and no one knows whether he is dead or alive?" Wen Tao questioned.

The crazy monk shook his head slightly, and said: "Could it be that you have been here at Tianjue Peak for an hour, and you haven't found anything wrong?"

Wen Tao frowned when he heard this, and carefully looked at the surrounding environment, trees, stone platforms, caves, caves...

Wen Tao's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked quickly: "Senior, you mean inside the cave..."

The crazy monk nodded slightly, affirming Wen Tao's conjecture, but he didn't say it directly, but looked at Wen Tao who had such a face, smiled and said nothing.

Wen Tao suddenly realized, and said again: "Senior, could it be that this iron chain was not made by you alone, but by the joint efforts of the two of you?"

Unexpectedly, the crazy monk shook his head and said: "This iron chain is not formed by me and him, but by his own strength, it connects this heavenly moat."

"One's own strength..." Wen Tao was speechless. Before meeting the mad monk, he had already infinitely exalted the mad monk's strength in his heart. He did not expect that after the meeting, the mad monk's strength was beyond his imagination. , But even such a powerful and boundless character is ashamed of another person.

"So, Wu... that senior has already attained Taoism?" Wen Tao couldn't help swallowing, it was really terrifying.

"To be precise, it is the sanctification of the soul." The mad monk sighed, and continued: "I came to Tianjue Peak alone decades ago. I thought that Tianjue Peak was completely uninhabited. , Shocked, I carefully searched for clues, and as expected, I found a book, which recorded the old man's life story and origin in detail..."

The crazy monk showed nostalgia in his eyes, and told him all kinds of experiences since he came to Tianjue Peak decades ago and found the old man's body, which made Wen Tao fascinated.

(End of this chapter)