The Fake Eunuch of the Empress: Bind the Shadow Corps at the beginning

"Summon all ninjas."

Lin Xi's voice was a little excited, waiting for the moment when his strength would be greatly improved.

[Congratulations to the host for summoning the helmet shadow group for the first time, and will soon begin to feed back the power of the helmet shadow. 】

The system's notification sound came as expected, and rows of helmeted shadow warriors appeared in the forest in an instant.

They were tall, wearing black warrior armor, and a crimson wide-brimmed belt around their waists.

The samurai sword in his hand shone with a sharp silver light, implying an invincible determination.

At this time, Lin Xi didn't care to observe the appearance of the helmet shadow group, but sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully feeling the changes in his body.

Countless auras surged out from the dantian, rushing wildly in his body along the familiar path.

Finally, return to the Dantian, and continuously compress the spiritual energy in the sea.

His dantian, which had always been majestic, gradually became solid, and only the last edge remained unsolidified.

The feedback from the [-] Helmet Shadow Group actually made him rush directly to the late stage of foundation establishment, and he was only one step away from condensing the golden core.

"It's too awesome..."

Lin Xi opened his eyes in surprise.

I thought it was only the middle stage of foundation establishment at most.

This is a small realm more than he expected.

Next, as long as you condense the golden core, you can be regarded as the number one person in the world of cultivating immortals.

As long as you don't provoke the old monsters of Yuanying, relying on the increased power of the cow talisman and the healing ability of the horse talisman, even with the current strength, they should be able to fight against the middle stage of the golden core.

It's just that people can use magic weapons...

I can only use weapons.

It's hard to say, if you meet a magic weapon person who cheats, you can still hang me and hit him.

"No... Hurry up and learn these spells first."

"Zhang Wuji, come out!"

With a thought, the helmet shadow group immediately disappeared into the forest.

In its place was the lonely Zhang Wuji.

"Sort out these books by category, and this "Record of Visiting Mountains"! Read it carefully, and memorize all the medicinal materials in the book."

"It's up to you whether you can live a good life like opening your mouth and stretching out your hands when you eat and eat."

Put the "Record of Visiting Mountains" solemnly in Zhang Wuji's hands.

The two men nodded their heads tacitly.

Ok?
Did it grow out of the bottom?
Lin Xi's eyes were downcast, and he glanced over.

so far so good…

Still empty.

"Snapped."

Putting a small fireball floating in front of him for lighting, Lin Xi was the first to look at it lying on the ground.

He read "Taixu Jing" first.

After all, the art of breathing is the foundation of the foundation, the most important foundation.

Behind him, Zhang Wuji sorted out the hundreds of books that had just been poured out of the storage bag.

In the small forest, it is quiet at the moment,
……

……

At this time, it was in the territory of Qi State thousands of miles away.

But a bloody killing was going on.

In the land of southern Xinjiang, a thousand-year-old temple is being burned and devoured by raging fire.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and there were blood-soaked fanatics of the World Venerable Sect everywhere, and they looked more ferocious and terrifying amidst the endless fighting and shouting.

The soil had already turned reddish brown, and the corpses of monks from Panlong Temple were scattered all over the ground.

The stumps and broken arms were lying on the steps, hanging from the tree branches, except that they were not on the body of the original owner.

At this moment, the Daxiong Hall of Panlong Temple has activated the formation to protect the temple, but under the attack of huge golden fireballs, the flickering from time to time also shows that the formation is in danger.

Inside the formation, dozens of monks wearing cassocks kept inputting spiritual power to maintain the formation, but judging from their pale faces, they were already unable to do what they wanted, and they would be exhausted in a short time.

"Monk Nagarjuna, surrender quickly and take refuge in my World Honored One's teaching. His kindness can even make you a vajra protector. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a pity to ruin your hard work for hundreds of years?"

In the mid-air outside the formation, there was a sinister voice of persuasion to surrender.

By the light of the fire, it can be seen clearly that those floating there are two men and one woman.

It's just that the woman's figure is protruding and backward, but her appearance is extremely ugly, which is especially eye-catching.

The two men looked ordinary, but one had a single horn on his forehead, and the other had two wings on his back. They didn't look like good people either.

And it was the one-horned man who spoke.

"Amitabha... King Kinnara, why bother to talk too much, if the poor monk is willing to surrender, Panlong Temple will not be able to survive to this day."

A majestic male voice resounded within the formation, presumably it was the abbot of Panlong Temple, the holy monk Nagarjuna.

"Hey, I said earlier that this old monk is stubborn, why didn't your lord let us take action?"

King Garuda with wings on his back said with an annoyed face.

"It's good to play slowly, maybe the venerable can give my old lady a chance to break this monk's place."

The ugly woman is the Yaksha King.

Her lineage is born with extremely ugly appearance, which is frightening.

Therefore, they are very fond of doing obscene things and taking pleasure in torture.

Hearing King Yaksha's extremely alluring voice, King Garuda and King Kinnara were terrified.

This old lady actually came up with such an idea, she really knows how to play...

At this moment, there was another round of golden fireballs blasting together, and the dozens of monks who guarded the formation finally couldn't bear it, and they all vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.

The big formation that persisted all night flickered twice, and finally broke through, revealing the scene inside the formation.

I saw a handsome young monk standing at the door of the Daxiong Hall.

Half of his body is covered with a golden and red cassock, with his arms folded, his treasure looks solemn.

"I have long heard that this monk Nagarjuna is a rare handsome man... It is true at first sight!"

King Yaksha salivated while licking his dark lips, but this action made her even more ugly.

"Flesh and bones are just external things, why should Yasha King care about it?"

"retreat!"

The holy monk Nagarjuna opened his eyes angrily and let out a loud shout.

A circle of Buddha's light spread rapidly around him in an instant.

In an instant, those fanatics who wanted to step into the Daxiong Palace were sent flying.

Taking advantage of this moment, dozens of monks ran out of the hall to help the monks who were exhausted from protecting the formation into the hall.

When all the monks entered the hall, suddenly there was no wind, and the door of the hall was closed tightly.

"Abbot!"

"Abbot don't want it!"

"Let's not run away, fight them!"

"Yes, the abbot let us go out!"

The monks in the hall seemed to know what the monk Nagarjuna was going to do, and they all threw themselves on the doors and windows to get out.

"There are only a few of you left in Panlong Temple. After escaping, you will concentrate on practicing. When the world is peaceful again, remember to join the world to promote Buddhism."

"Don't let my Buddha disappear in the land of Jinzhou."

"rise!"

He read a word lightly.

The Daxiong Palace behind him turned into a golden ball in the Buddha's light and soared into the sky.

The World Honored One taught the three people to look up at the sky quickly, looking in the direction of the ball flying away.

"I'll go after it!"

King Jialouluo spread his wings behind his back, and he was about to fly to catch up.

"Amitabha!"

"The opponents of the three are poor monks."

The holy monk Nagarjuna chanted the Buddha's name, and his body suddenly swelled in the wind, becoming as huge as a mountain and blocking the three of them.

It is the Buddha's unique skill of Vajra Dharma.