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Episode 1: Disciples of the Heavenly Disciple 1.5 The general was born in clay and sealed into a tomb (Part 2)

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    The spears all over the ground have retracted underground, and a brand new clay sculpture is rising rapidly from the mire in the center of the temple.  "He is an earth spirit, he can use the earth to reshape his body!" Bifang's foot was punctured and he couldn't bear it for a long time.  As soon as the spear thrust was retracted, he quickly landed on the ground and slapped the two light body charms on the soles of his feet.  "Hit him between the eyebrows!" It was naturally the power of the spiritual inscription that could make the clay sculpture appear. After thinking for a moment, the female detective made up her mind.  "Okay!" There were faint clouds billowing under the soles of the feet, Master Fu Lu roared loudly, and he quickly walked around the field like a dragon, shooting out his palms continuously.  For a moment, thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.  There are thunders in the palm of the hand that never leave the clay sculpture between the eyebrows, and a good head turns into pits and bumps in the blink of an eye, making it look like a human being.  "Seek death!" The clay sculpture raised its arms and shook it hard to the ground.  Boom!  The ground shook and the mountains shook, and Wu Ming, who was hiding far away in the corner, was bounced up.  In the middle of the field, Bi Fang spat out blood immediately, staggering constantly on his feet, and the thunder in his palm lost sight.  "Go!" The clay sculpture swung out and slashed out, as if its skin had been peeled off, its flying hand cut straight into Bifang's chest.  "Golden Light Palm!" The talisman was lit against the back of his hand, plating the entire palm into golden yellow. Bi Fang did not dare to delay at all, and became angry in his Dantian, flipping his palm and slapping it!  The two palms collided in the air, and the mud palm shattered. Bi Fang vomited blood and flew backwards, crashing through the temple door and falling far away into the wilderness.  In just two days, the third-grade inspector was shot away for the second time, which was so embarrassing.  It should be noted that what he smashed was just a layer of skin thrown off by the clay sculpture!  "Death!" A shock flashed behind him, and the big head of the clay sculpture fell off immediately.  Wu Mingsheng swallowed back the heavy sound stuck in his throat.  "What a trick!" He caught the head with one palm, and a head sprouted out of the flattened shoulder.  There was no waste here. I weighed it and threw it upwards, and the severed head returned to the neck!  "Two heads?" Not to mention Wu Ming, even the well-informed female detective also exclaimed.  And what’s even weirder is that both heads have the same psychic inscription!  "The Fantianmen should not be underestimated!" The woman pulled off her bamboo hat and showed her true face in Lushan.  "Wow" The moment when the bamboo hat is lifted, it is like a sudden spring breeze in the middle of winter. The ice and snow melt, the flowers sprout, the grass and trees sprout green, and it is so joyful that it makes people intoxicated both physically and mentally.  Wu Ming, who was so confused that he couldn't remember the woman's appearance!  "This is really shocking" The young man muttered to himself with his eyes narrowed.  Even if she is a fairy, clay sculptures will not treat her as a dish.  Both palms were slashing left and right, and the palm blades were overwhelming, attacking the vital parts of the body.  The woman's mouth was filled with sweet scoldings, and the dancing flowers of the autumn water sword shattered the palm blades one by one.  But Wu Ming saw clearly that the woman was almost retreating to the wall. Obviously, the clay sculpture was stronger!  ‘Hmm… Do you want a hero to save the beauty?  ’ Wu Ming was a little restless.  As soon as this thought came up, the woman flew across the air, stepped on the wall, and suddenly kicked out.  "The autumn water lasts forever!" The sword is like a white rainbow, rolling up thousands of feet of autumn water to cover the sky and the earth!  The sword energy was everywhere, and the ruined temple that had not been repaired for many years could not withstand such destruction. It collapsed with a groan!  As soon as the beam was cut off, it hit the sword pose, and in the blink of an eye, Bai Lian was twisted into a sky full of wood silk by the sword flowers gathered together!  Wu Ming, who was half buried by the collapsing wall, blamed himself to death. He threw off his bamboo hat and obviously wanted to use all his strength to amplify his moves. He was stupidly waiting to be buried. He had spent his whole life like a dog!  Bai Lian swept through the shabby room, like a waterfall slowly seeping into the clay sculpture.  The sword energy suddenly disappeared. If his lower body was not still buried in the soil, Wu Ming would have thought it was just a trick of thunder without rain!  "Good means!" After a few breaths, the clay sculpture looked like a dry old tree, with countless deep cracks exploding from head to toe, and the colorful cyclone entrenched in the chest could be vaguely seen!  Before he could react, the room filled with chissing sounds, and the mud belly exploded like a pumpkin smashed by a hammer.  The sword energy then shot out, cutting into pieces the only four walls.  The moon was covered with smoke and dust, and the woman held her sword in hand and concentrated on guarding.  From the undulating breasts and the cluster of black hair scattered on the forehead, it is easy to see that the previous sword move was indeed very energy-consuming.  "But little kid, this move is not powerful enough!" The clay sculpture's entire chest and abdomen were blown away, and apart from the swirling five-color spiritual energy, there was no trace of flesh and blood connecting the shoulders and waist.  And as he was speaking, the mud on the soles of his feet was constantly repairing his broken chest and abdomen!  The room was filled with dust and the woman could not breathe.  Seeing that the clay sculpture was like this, he could only mobilize all he had learned and work hard to restore the depleted true energy.  "Hit!" A fire talisman hit the mud head from a distance, and when it shattered, it ignited a raging fire.  "Sealing mud palm!" the clay sculpture roared,The palms were shot from all sides, and the sky was filled with palm prints.  "Hit the cyclone in his chest!" The woman swung her sword to open the muddy handprints and flew back with a tap of her feet.  "Flying Fire Meteor!" Bi Fang gritted his teeth and roared, and a flying flaming talisman dragged a long flame tail straight into his chest! 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The neon light vibrated, and the clay sculpture covered its lower back with its backhand and knelt down on one knee.  "It works!" Bi Fang's voice became deeper, obviously his internal injuries were more serious.  When the clay sculpture revealed the aura of the Five Elements, Wu Ming made up his mind to run away.  Just kidding, my life gate is revealed and I’m still stunned!  So when the clay sculpture collapsed and fell to the ground, he had already dug a big hole and was pulling his legs outward with a grin on his face.  "Bi Fang, let's strike together!" The woman's charge was full and she thrust out with her sword!  The clay sculpture stretched out its palm to resist. Although the palm of its palm was pierced, it still firmly held the woman's sword hand!  The arm moved outward, avoiding the long sword that pierced the chest.  The woman was not angry but happy. She had no hope of succeeding in one blow.  The fire behind him shot up into the sky, and Bi Fang's hands burned with fire, thrusting them into the clay sculpture's chest!  “Holy shit!” Wu Ming, who glanced at the battlefield from the air, was about to catch a wonderful scene.  I saw the other hand of the clay sculpture turned around strangely and grasped Bifang's fire palm!  The combined attack immediately turned into a three-way wrestling.  Covered in clay and extremely heavy, the clay sculpture roared, twisted suddenly, and spun the two of them around.  “Let go!” As soon as the woman shouted, the clay sculpture used all her strength to throw it away!  He threw the two of them out with their broken arms like a discus!  “Ah——” The woman was okay, she could still maintain her composure without saying a word.  They saw Bifang riding upside down with his arms firmly grasped, with his arms broken, like a javelin piercing the sky.  Leaving behind a long series of howls like killing pigs.  After hastily repairing the wound, the clay sculpture pounced and pressed down on Wu Ming.  The earth shook and the mountains shook. The unprepared Wu Ming was pushed into the ground by the clay sculpture. Before he could scream, his whole body was tightly wrapped in the five elements cyclone!  The inscription on the back is blazing with flames, and the five elements of spiritual energy are pouring in crazily!  There was a thunderclap in Wu Ming's head, and he suddenly lost consciousness!  In the chaos, a voice penetrated my mind, causing my three souls and seven souls to buzz: "Little master, please accept my eight hundred years of spiritual energy! Let those ordinary people who have arranged for me to 'only accept offerings and not manifest spiritual energy'  You know, even the clay Bodhisattva can cross the river!" A giant shadow rose into the sky from the ruined temple, rose and fell a few times, and disappeared into the dark wilderness.
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