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With a gentle chant of Buddha.

A young monk dressed in white stood in front of Xiao Xiaofeng.

The young monk had beautiful features. He put his hands together and clamped Wang Zhenyang's peach wood sword.

The fire couldn't hurt him at all.

Wang Zhenyang frowned slightly: "Where did the smelly monk come from?"

He threw out a talisman with his left hand, and the talisman turned into a giant sword and slashed towards the monk's head.

The young monk looked calm, and a huge golden bell appeared on his body.

when!

The sword energy struck the golden bell and was immediately shattered by the backlash.

"Golden bell jar?"

Wang Zhenyang narrowed his eyes and had a bad feeling in his heart.

The golden bell cover is a method of inheritance from Buddhism.

And it seems that only eminent monks above the Xuanzhen realm can use it.

"Monk Ming Jing!"

Xiao Xiaofeng looked at the monk standing in front of her in surprise.

How did he find here?

Ming Jing twisted his hands, and the mahogany sword broke with a crisp sound.

Then he raised his head and struck out with his right hand.

A huge palm print sent Wang Zhenyang flying dozens of meters away.

Ming Jing turned to look at Xiao Xiaofeng, stretched out two white and tender fingers and placed them between her eyebrows.

A black mist rose above Xiao Xiaofeng's head, and then dissipated with the wind.

Instantly, Xiao Xiaofeng felt a lot more relaxed all over.

His eyes have become much clearer.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

Xiao Xiaofeng was puzzled.

It seems that I have been in a state of confusion these past two days.

Ming Jing's thin lips opened slightly and said: "The donor is possessed by evil spirits!"

Xiao Xiaofeng didn't have time to think too much and quickly helped Chen Nan up from the ground: "Ming Jing, please save him quickly!"

Ming Jing couldn't help frowning when he saw the injury on Chen Nan's chest, and then took out a bottle of white powder from his loose sleeve robe.

Xiao Xiaofeng quickly reminded: "Chen Nan, this powder hurts a little bit, please bear with it!"

Chen Nan nodded.

Ming Jing pulled out the stopper and shook the powder on the wound.

Chen Nan's eyes twitched wildly.

I just feel like my soul is shaking with pain!

This is really painful to lose "[-] million".

Nothing less than rubbing salt into the wound.

But soon he felt a coolness coming from the wound, and his skin and flesh itched.

This medicine is no ordinary medicine.

Chen Nan was surprised, but his attention was quickly diverted by the fight not far away.

Zhu Qingshan was no match for the Corpse King, and a large piece of flesh had been dug out of his right arm.

Then he was knocked away by a blast of evil energy from the Corpse King.

The Corpse King flew after him and grabbed Zhu Qingshan's heart with his right hand.

However, just when its nails were about to penetrate Zhu Qingshan's heart, it suddenly stopped.

Wang Zhenyang gave the Corpse King the order to kill Chen Nan first.

The Corpse King turned around and ran towards Chen Nan with a burst of black energy.

Another corpse king also jumped suddenly from Siguo Cliff, like a flea, and instantly landed behind Ming Jing.

The two corpse kings turned into black mist and instantly swallowed Monk Mingjing.

Xiao Xiaofeng frowned and shouted helplessly: "Mingjing, run, you can't beat it..."

Ming Jing was surrounded by black fog, but the black fog could not cover his head.

He closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and golden Buddhist inscriptions flowed from his body.

At the same time, he was chanting vague scriptures.

“Om Mani Padme Hum!”

“Om Mani Padme Hum!”

“Om Mani Padme Hum!”

"..."

Ming Jing repeated these six words of scripture in his mouth, and a solemn statue of the Thousand-Armed Buddha appeared behind him.

The Buddha statue is 20 meters high. It looks very unreal, but also daunting.

"Six-character Great Ming Mantra!"

Chen Nanqiang leaned against a stone and muttered.

The six-character Daming Mantra is also called the six-character maxim, which is almost the same as the nine-character True Yang of Taoism. It is the superior secret method of Buddhism.

Everyone in Buddhism is familiar with the Six-Character Great Ming Mantra, but no one can understand its profound meaning, and therefore cannot use it in battle.

This young monk looks to be about the same age as himself, but he has extremely profound attainments in the study of Buddhism.

Not easy!

boom!

Ming Jing opened his eyes, and his pupils were golden.

The Buddha statue behind him also opened its eyes, and a large number of Buddha's hands were slapping in all directions.

The two corpse kings in the black mist were shot and flew away.

Wang Zhenyang rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

My heart was horrified and devastated.

What is the origin of this little monk, that he can actually know the six-syllable Ming Mantra?

But he quickly calmed down.

The Corpse King is not even afraid of the nine-character Taoist mantra, but he is also afraid of your Buddhist six-character mantra.

Wang Zhenyang took out a blank piece of talisman paper, bit off his finger and drew a talisman on it.

Then he threw the talisman paper, which burned in the air, turned into talisman ashes, and floated towards the Corpse King.

The talisman fell on the corpse king, and the two corpses faced each other, tearing each other in half at the same time.

The two corpse kings turned into four.

Chen Nan's pupils almost shrank into needle eyes.

This Corpse King is even more terrifying than the Corpse King that the master killed back then.

One Corpse King was a headache, two Corpse Kings turned the situation around, and now there are four Corpse Kings.

This is also a haircut.

Chen Nan turned to look at Zhu Qingshan, who was helped by Ji Yunpeng and sat next to him, and said: "Contact them and prepare to use the extermination formation!"

Zhu Qingshan looked pale and looked at the four corpse kings surrounding Ming Jing, with helplessness on his face.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket with difficulty.

The screen was shattered into pieces. After looking at it for a long time, I managed to say: "No signal!"

Chen Nan slowly closed his eyes and smiled bitterly: "Heal your wounds, fight with your last resort, and let fate take its course!"

Zhu Qingshan looked at the Black Wind Twins who were fighting fiercely with the Sword Emperor, and said in a deep voice: "Are the people from the National Military Bureau really not planning to take action?"

Chen Nan didn't say anything. He took out a handful of rejuvenation pills from his pocket and gave three pills to Zhu Qingshan.

"What's this?"

"Rat shit?"

Zhu Qingshan looked at the crushed black pills in his hand with a look of suspicion on his face.

Chen Nan put more than 30 pills in his hand into his mouth, chewed them and swallowed them.

Then do cross-legged exercise to heal the injury.

In an instant, Zhu Qingshan felt the strong real energy fluctuations emanating from Chen Nan's body.

Only then did he realize that what Chen Nan gave him was a pill.

No wonder Tucha Sosou gave him three pills and he ate a lot of them himself.

After Zhu Qingshan took the elixir, he closed his eyes to heal his injuries.

A thousand meters ahead.

The Sword Emperor was beaten by the four powerful men of the Mysterious Pill Realm in Black Wind Mountain and was unable to fight back.

Chi!

A soft sword in Heisha's hand pierced the Sword Emperor's right shoulder.

With a flick of his wrist, the Sword Emperor's right shoulder exploded.

Just as he was about to fight back, Bai Sha punched him in the chest again.

A punch at the peak of the Xuandan realm is enough to blast through a ten centimeter thick steel plate.

Although the Sword Emperor was protected by true energy, he was still blown away dozens of meters by this punch.

The Sword Emperor fell to the ground and staggered back several steps.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Four powerful men in the Xuandan Realm flew over.

The Sword King narrowed his eyes, with a look of death on his face.

The next second, the clear sound of sword chants came from the entire mountain range.

The Qingfeng Sword behind Wuchen automatically unsheathed and flew away.

Zhu Qingshan's peach wood sword also flew uncontrollably towards Siguo Cliff.

Thousands of meters away, the swords of everyone in the National Martial Arts Bureau were also rushing towards the sky.

Further away, a man in a cloak standing on the treetops suddenly narrowed his pupils.