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- Chapter 36 Thunder
"Are you looking for me?" Xiao Yuesheng glanced at the great lama in front of him and said calmly, pronouncing the words like pearls and clear to the ears.
The great lama frowned, looked at him quickly, looked solemn, and asked in a calm voice: "Who are you?"
"I am the master of the temple here." Xiao Yuesheng's eyes flashed like lightning, and then disappeared. He was angry in his heart. If he hurt Ma Chunhua, it would be like hurting himself.
His eyes flickered and turned around the four of them. His tone became more and more understated and he said, "Why did you break into my view?!"
"You are the master of the temple, just right!" The big lama nodded and pointed at the Taoist temple: "We are chasing a big evil person, and he ran into your temple!"
Ma Chunhua angrily shouted: "Master, they are so messy! It's really ridiculous!"
Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a cough, and another trace of blood came out from the corner of his vomitus. His face was pale, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth were bright red, which was dazzling.
"Treat the injury first." Xiao Yuesheng frowned, waved to Ma Chunhua, turned to the big lama, smiled softly, and said calmly: "There is no one else inside, only family members, they can't go in."
The great lama¡¯s face was solemn and compassionate, he shook his head and said: ¡°That man is full of evil, we can¡¯t let him go!¡±
"Oh -?" Xiao Yuesheng narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his lips, and said in a calm tone with a hint of playfulness: "If I stop you, what will happen to you, Great Lama?"
"It is our duty to slay demons and demons!" the great lama said sternly, with a solemn look on his face, his palms clasped together in front of his chest, and his treasures were solemn.
"Okay, I am a demon, but I want to see what you can do!" Xiao Yuesheng sneered, and a white light suddenly flew out of his sleeves.
"Hi¡ª¡ª" This white light flashed across people's eyes, and the voice just sounded, and they had already arrived in front of the great lama.
"You" The great lama looked angry. As soon as his monk's robe fluttered, he was about to move. The white light had already reached his body. Before his scolding voice could reach his mouth, his body froze and became motionless.
He stretched out his right arm, as if about to make a palm move, and stepped back with his left leg, trying to form a lunge, but was frozen before he could do so.
?Looking at his statue-like appearance, a burst of aura rushed towards his face. It must be that if he were allowed to make a move, it would be thunderous and unstoppable.
"Bah bah la li qiya!" The other three Tibetan monks were furious. One of them drew his sword out of its sheath, with a flash of cold light, another one raised a vajra pestle, and another one used a golden cymbal.
They ignored the leading lama, and the sword flashed like a sword, streaking across a white rainbow, directly slashing Xiao Yuesheng, whistling and whimpering, like an evil ghost asking for his life.
The other two people, one on the left and one on the right, guarded him in the shape of a triangle, and rushed forward. Suddenly, a ball of golden light shot towards Xiao Yuesheng at an extremely fast speed.
But it was the Tibetan Monk's golden cymbal that flew out of his hand, spinning toward Xiao Yuesheng, making a whining sound like a high-speed spinning top.
The golden cymbal was incredibly fast, surpassing the light of the sword and spinning towards Xiao Yuesheng.
Xiao Yuesheng seemed to have no time to dodge, and the golden light flew straight into his chest.
"Master!" Ma Chunhua screamed, Xu Zheng and Xu Wanjun were also shocked, their faces suddenly turned pale, and their hearts suddenly hung up.
"Ding" The golden light went straight through Xiao Yuesheng and embedded in the wall behind him. Only half of it was exposed, shining with golden light, with thin and sharp edges and as thin as paper.
"Boom" sounded like a muffled thunder in the sky.
Xiao Yuesheng's figure suddenly appeared in front of the cymbal-throwing monk and pressed out with his left palm.
His movements were not fast, but rather strange. One moment he had just released his palm, and the next moment, his right palm was pressed on his chest. There was no intermediate process. It seemed like two people were attacking at the same time.
"Bang!" Like beating a military drum, the Tibetan monk flew up fiercely, like a ball being knocked away.
The majestic body drew a straight line in the air and shot out straight, like a crossbow arrow shooting flatly, with no arc in its trajectory.
With a "bang", he hit a big tree five feet away, knocking off two ginkgo leaves. His body slowly slid down and went limp, as if he had no bones.
"Boom" sounded again, like muffled thunder, and Xiao Yuesheng struck out with his palm again. He did not move quickly and hit the monk holding the sword.
His face was as dark as water and he calmly took out his palm.
In the eyes of Ma Chunhua, Xu Zheng, and Xu Wanjun, he is like a god possessed by a Taoist robe, and every move he makes is possessed by the power of wind and thunder, overwhelming mountains and seas, making people unable to think of resistance.
"Ah!" The Tibetan monk suddenly roared, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky.
He stomped his feet hard, causing mud to splash everywhere, and his body retreated sharply. The red robe stuck to his back, revealing the outline of his knotted muscles.
With this retreat, he gathered all his life's strength and performed exceptionally.
His mind suddenly entered a mysterious realm, and suddenly, the world around him seemed to slow down.Then, it was extremely clear. Every blade of grass, every tree, every leaf, and the eyebrows of the man opposite were all seen clearly and clearly.
At this moment, his face was calm, neither sad nor happy, and his heart was like a clear lake, reflecting everything without any ripples.
"Wow" Ma Chunhua vomited another mouthful of blood and glared at the Tibetan monk who was retreating. His roar contained huge internal power, which was so profound that she was injured even more.
Xu Zheng and Xu Wanjun felt that the world in front of them turned, and suddenly it turned black. The sky was filled with Venus, spinning non-stop, and their bodies fell down softly.
Xiao Yuesheng pressed out his right palm, and the next moment, he appeared behind the Tibetan monk, blocking his retreat, with his right palm imprinted on his vest.
With a muffled sound of "bang", the Tibetan monk shot back, straight towards the Tibetan monk who was wielding the sword. A red light flashed across his body, like a meteorite falling with a fiery red tail.
Xiao Yuesheng's figure flashed and he caught Xu Zheng and Xu Wanjun who were falling. He shook his head, passed through an inner breath, and flashed again, appearing behind the knife-wielding monk.
Seeing his companion flying towards him, the Tibetan monk hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't let go of his friendship with his fellow disciples. He threw the knife and pushed it out with both hands, the wind roaring in his palm.
There was a "click" sound, and the two Tibetan monks collided. The sound was crisp and clear, like the sound of bones breaking, which was horrifying to hear.
"Bang" was a dull sound, and the ground seemed to tremble twice.
The two Tibetan monks quickly hit the wall of the Taoist temple and fell softly to the ground, making no sound. The two people seemed to have become one, together, and it was difficult to separate. They could no longer distinguish each other from their bodies.
Xu Wanjun only felt a coolness entering her body, like a cold little snake, scurrying quickly in her meridians. In the blink of an eye, it had swam for a week and disappeared.
My mind becomes clearer, my eyesight recovers, and I can gradually see the scenery clearly.
As soon as I could see clearly, I saw two monks hugging each other, their bones broken, and then they slammed into the wall, and they were no longer human.
"Uh" She bent over suddenly, squatted on the ground, and started vomiting. Her body was shaking and she couldn't control herself.
At this time, Xiao Yue was angry and calm, her Taoist robe fluttering, and she was standing next to Ma Chunhua.
Seeing Xu Wanjun vomiting desperately, as if even his intestines were being vomited out, he shook his head and smiled, with a chic and elegant demeanor, completely different from the thunderous movement just now.
Xu Zheng came to Xu Wanjun, patted her vest, and passed through a stream of infuriating energy. The two people's infuriating energy originated from Lingbo Weibu. Although they were slightly different, they could be integrated.
Being pulled by his true energy, the true energy in Xu Wanjun's meridians circulated, and her vomiting became lighter. She took Xu Zheng's handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth. Her face was already pale, not much better than Ma Chunhua.
She used to be a lady in the family. Although her husband was the chief escort, she had never been an escort or seen a dead person.
"Wanjun, is it okay?" Xu Zheng asked with concern. Seeing her vomiting look, pity overflowed in his chest.
Xu Wanjun shook her head, smiled on her pale face, and said to Xiao Yuesheng: "Taoist Master, I lost my composure."
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, with a gentle expression, smiled, and said: "It is inevitable for everyone to see such a scene for the first time."
Ma Chunhua said softly: "Sister-in-law, please go back, drink some water, and have a rest don't let little Sisi come out."
"Yes." Xu Wanjun nodded, no longer trying to be assertive, not daring to glance to the side, staring at the Taoist temple gate and walking straight forward.
Seeing that she was okay, Xu Zheng let her go and glanced at Ma Chunhua. When he saw the smile in her eyes, as if she was laughing at him for being a good husband, his face heated up.
Ma Chunhua once followed Ma Xingkong on a escort trip and saw dead people. Although she felt uncomfortable, her reaction was not that strong.
She pointed at the great lama who was standing blankly: "Master, how should we deal with this guy?"
"Don't worry!" Xiao Yuesheng removed his left palm from her vest, his face darkened, and he said coldly: "I have my own arrangements."
Ma Chunhua hurriedly shut her mouth. She had been injured just now and had lost her master's face. Based on her understanding of her master's temperament, she would suffer a lot!
Xiao Yuesheng walked slowly, walked up to the statue-like lama, looked at him, sighed softly, with a complicated expression on his chest.
He shook his head, as if to throw away distracting thoughts, raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers parallel to form a sword, and pointed it at the center of the great lama's eyebrows.
His movements were gentle and slow, like a feather, and he leaned forward. The great lama's body trembled, as if he had been electrocuted.
Xiao Yuesheng closed his eyes, pointed his sword at the center of the great lama's eyebrows, and remained motionless.
The great lama's body was trembling slightly. As time passed, the trembling became more severe, as if he was suffering from great pain.
Not only Xu Zheng, but Ma Chunhua was also curious, wondering what the master was doing, it looked very strange.
After a cup of tea, Xiao Yuesheng breathed a sigh of relief, slowly retracted his sword finger, made a seal with his palms on his chest, pressed to the Dantian of his lower abdomen, exhaled again, opened his eyes, his eyes were as real, and then recovered usual. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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