Ten Years of Buddhist Cultivation, One Thought into the Devil: the Beginning of Refining Leifeng Pag

　　"Bald donkey, don't blame me for being cruel."

　　"If you want to blame, blame you for following the wrong person."

　　The words fall.

　　The blood energy hanging around the demon snake turned into a sharp sword, attacking directly towards Wuxin.

　　Murderous rush!

　　Looking at this scene, Zhao Li's complexion also turned pale.

　　However, this attack at the moment scared Zhao Li, but it couldn't scare the Wuxin from the rear.

　　No matter how strong the demon snake is, it is only half-step Taiyi Jinxian's cultivation.

　　Where is this enough to see in front of him?

　　"How dare you make an axe with a little trick of carving insects?"

　　So seeing this this time, I snorted coldly.

　　Raise your hand again.

　　A swastika Buddha seal has been photographed forward.

　　Buddha's Light.

　　At this time, it collided with the blood sword.

　　Immediately, a "Bang!--" sounded.

　　The seemingly incomparably sharp blood sword actually shattered.

　　The invisible energy spreads in all directions.

　　It was just a move, it actually forced the demon snake on the opposite side to retreat.

　　In the end, he had no choice but to show the human form directly.

　　Bleeding from the corners of his mouth, this time he covered his chest, looked at Wuxin, and asked again.

　　"Peak Taiyi cultivation base?"

　　"You guy... who is it?"

　　"When did Buddhism have more people like you?!"

　　The demon snake manifested in human form, and at this time there was a look of astonishment and fear.

　　On Wuxin's side, looking at the demon snake that showed a human form in front of him this time, a sudden look flashed across the depths of his eyes.

　　Only now did I understand who the demon snake who just blocked the road was.

　　Neither is anyone else.

　　It is the first general of Wutian's men who pretended to be the most coward and suffered the most poisonous beatings, the black-robed messenger.

　　……

　　Wuxin looked at each other, slightly absent-minded.

　　But this time, I heard the black-robed messenger say so.

　　A look of astonishment flashed across Zhao Li's eyes next to him.

　　Turning to look at Wuxin again, he couldn't help but ask.

　　"What did you say, the cultivation base of Taiyi Peak?"

　　"Master Wuxin, the last time I saw you, what state are you in, why are you now... progressing so fast?"

　　The gap between the peak of Taiyi and the half-step Taiyi is still huge.

　　Before Zhao Li, he also thought that Wuxin was only half a step Taiyi. Compared with Mengpo Sanqi, who had returned to the body with seven orifices, at best, it was only a line higher.

　　Who would have thought that Wuxin's side has reached the peak of Taiyi.

　　The speed of this practice is progressing fast.

　　Naturally, he was also very shocked.

　　……

　　As for Wuxin himself, this time, looking at the horrified appearance of Zhao Li next to him, he smiled lightly, and immediately spoke with a bit of humility.

　　"The poor monk traveled all over the place, and he only gained a little before."

　　"So the improvement of cultivation base is a little faster than others."

　　"It's not a big deal."

　　"This cultivation base has been promoted to the peak of Taiyi, is it not a big deal?"

　　Zhao Li was silent, not knowing how to answer this question for a while.

　　And when he was silent.

　　The black-robed messenger on the opposite side returned to his senses, looking at Wuxin, he sneered and said again.

　　"Hmph, even if it is the peak of Taiyi Jinxian's cultivation, so what?"

　　"This place is in the abyss of darkness. When the master leaves, let alone Taiyi, even if Daluo comes here, there will be no return!"

　　The words fall.

　　Zhao Li's expression also changed.

　　was about to speak.

　　Who would have thought that at this juncture, there was actually a low voice, which came from the depths of the cave.

　　"Enough, black robe."

　　"Don't talk nonsense here."

　　The voice of the people coming is not too loud.

　　But at this moment, the words came out.

　　The black-robed messenger who had a reckless face just now, giving the impression that he was about to use his nostrils to look at people.

　　His body shivered immediately.

　　He immediately lowered his head and stepped aside obediently, as obedient as a kitten.

　　……

　　When the words fell, ripples appeared in the void in front of him.

　　A man also dressed in black.

　　From the void, he slowly walked out.

　　The visitor has black hair and a shawl, and his face is as white as jade.

　　Although the appearance is far less handsome than the unintentional.

　　However, between the eyebrows, there is an evil spirit.

　　like a drawn sword,

　　Standing there, it is impossible to ignore.

　　Seeing him here, he was shocked in an instant.

　　Even Wuxin's expression was a little more awe-inspiring.

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　　Because this person is the catastrophe in the true sense of the Great Tribulation of the Westward Journey - Moruo Wutian!

　　Wuxin looked at the opposite Moruo Wutian, and his expression became a little more complicated.

　　At this moment, Wutian turned his head and rebuked the black-robed messenger next to him.

　　"How many times has this seat told you that your unruly temper should be restrained, or else in the future, when I am born, you will inevitably suffer some hardships."

　　"Yes, master, black robe has been taught."

　　Seeing this, Hei Pao bowed his head and apologized again.

　　His expression was extremely respectful.

　　Watch this scene.

　　Wutian shook his head, naturally knowing that the black robe actually didn't really listen to his words.

　　But in the end, he didn't say anything more.

　　Instead, he turned his head and looked at the opposite Zhao Li, with a little more joy in his expression.

　　"Wuming, you still came here after all."

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　　"How, have you figured it out, and you also want to enter my demon door, to contribute to the future calamity of the westward journey?"

　　Moruo Wutian asked.

　　In the look, there is also a bit of expectation.

　　Although he has been enchanted.

　　But the memory of his previous time is still clear.

　　In the same way, with his nameless apprentice in the world, his feelings are naturally very deep.

　　So this time, even after thousands of years.

　　When he saw each other again, he was still very familiar.

　　And see him so.

　　Zhao Li hurriedly took a step back, shook his head and said.

　　"Master, you misunderstood."

　　"Wuming is dead, and now standing in front of you is the ghost of the underworld, Zhao Li."