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Episode 1: The Disciples of the Heaven-Fan Tian 1.11 With thousands of sleeves covered, Shangguan Lingcheng Part 1

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    The old fire monster who was struggling against the real water was turned into ashes by the thunder!  As the sound waves passed by, the fire slaves of the three realms that followed him also shattered one after another, exploding into broken bones all over the sky!  The mountain of filth was swept away in an instant!  Losing the control of the old fire monster, the fire all over his body was like a whale drawing water, pouring into the inscription on his back crazily, and two pairs of extremely enlarged fire wings were born along the spine!  Dragging two lines of blood and tears, Wu Ming struggled to break free from the shackles of the Samadhi True Fire and stumbled towards the female prisoner who fell to the ground.  Unexpectedly, Concubine Ming stretched out her arm to block the way.  "Wu Ming, you are full of real fire. Not only is it useless, it is harming her." His eyes were filled with blood, his ears, nose, and mouth were covered with blood, and his throat was rolling. The strength Wu Ming had gathered with all his strength disappeared, and the building was empty.  He fell to the ground with a thud.  The Tubo Imperial Master, who had made great achievements, also dispersed his power and landed gracefully.  The monks from Jiming Temple rushed towards them one after another and surrounded the two of them.  "It's okay to be a little soul boy. But that girl, who has exhausted her true energy, is only afraid of more misfortune than good." The Tubo Imperial Master announced a dharma title in a low voice.  Concubine Ming nodded lightly and couldn't help but sigh.  Di Ting, whose body was covered with blood and veins, also rushed to the front of his master. He stared at his eyes as big as copper bells and watched the monks carrying Wu Ming and Wu Ming into the hall. He didn't know what he was thinking.  After the noise and filth disappeared, looking around at the lush mountains and forests in the clouds, the Tubo Imperial Master suddenly smiled, turned around and walked down the mountain.  Concubine Ming and Di Ting followed immediately, and the group was instantly obscured by the winding mountain road and disappeared without a trace.  The secret Zen battle came to an end.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª The situation of Wu Ming, as the Tibetan master said, it was not a big deal.  At that time he was consumed by fire.  Although the situation is terrifying, it is actually similar to the bronze lion, clay sculpture, and bodhi tree root. The inscriptions burned on the spine turn the true fire into the five elements of spiritual energy, filling the limbs and bones.  As Nan Fengning said, Fantianmen does have a unique way of survival.  Wu Ming is indeed blessed with deep blessings. The fire of the three realms of the old fire monster poisoned the world, but the master used the extremely pure Tantric Mahamudra to remove the fire poison and turned it into the true fire of Samadhi;  He is no longer a human being, but more inclined to spirits and monsters. Combining the two, he makes the best use of the Heaven-shaking Seal, and then he pockets the True Fire.  At this time, Wu Ming already had four of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, leaving only true water.  Behind Jilong Mountain, there is a nameless valley.  Intermittent lines of blood were dripping down a towering tree.  Looking upward from the blood stains that splashed on the ground, we could see smoke billowing from the cloud-covered tree crowns and fires blazing everywhere.  Sitting cross-legged on a branch, Bifang had talismans all over his body and looked ferocious.  His belly, which was as big as a bucket, was knotted with veins, blood was looming, and there was constant thunder in his belly.  The cheeks that are constantly bulging like a toad are connected to the throat and neck, and the strong smoke and fire are constantly spraying out from the mouth, eyes, ears and nose with the breath.  At the critical moment, a voice without a hint of fireworks suddenly sounded from behind Bi Fang, who was struggling to survive.  "You can't refine it." Bi Fang struggled to stand up, but his enlarged body made it impossible for him.  "Don't move." The voice came up again, and a piece of plain sleeve came gently, wrapped around the big belly, and tied it gently.  Bi Fang suddenly leaned forward and vomited out a ball of fire.  Seeing the fiery fire split into threads, they scattered like fish and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye. The visitor couldn't help but sigh softly, "How could the Fire Cloud Evil God die so easily?" After trying his best to calm down his inner breath, Bi Fang gasped and prostrated: "See  Pavilion Master, my subordinates are incompetent and have involved" "You have tried your best." His voice was as calm as water.  "Lord Nanfeng's life hangs on a thread! Pavilion Master" "I know." When he looked up again, he was gone.  Bi Fang raised his hand to take the medicine bottle that flew towards him. He raised his head and swallowed the pills. He suppressed the worries in his heart and secretly healed his wounds.  The wing room in the back hall of Jiming Temple.  Wu Ming, who had woken up, was staring at the beams, crying silently.  He wanted to know Nan Feng Ning's condition at this time.  But the stiff body had already escaped his control.  The true fire of samadhi surged in like a wild horse from the inscription on the spine, entangled with the other three spiritual energy along the way, swept through the limbs and bones, and constantly impacted his overwhelmed meridians.  ??Especially the brain.  The unruly torrent of the four elements almost blocked his entire mind, easily annihilating the instructions he sent to his body again and again.  The more anxious your heart is, the more painful your heart will be.  The more painful the heart is, the more anxious the heart is.  It was so painful that I couldn't even remember the last glance of the female catcher.  In his eyes blurred by tears and focus, only that look of determination remained.  Real water has no fragrance.  It is said that it is a move, but it is also a human being.  ¡°I don¡¯t know that the abandonment of a child by parents is all about giving, and has never been given like this.   Wu Ming clenched his fists desperately, fighting for control of his body with the spiritual energy flowing everywhere.  Don¡¯t let the rising numbness wipe out the last of your spiritual consciousness.  It seemed that the aura around Huan Chao had sensed his stubbornness and became a little calmer.  The divergent vision then recovered slightly, and Wu Xianzhong could clearly see the beams across the roof.  The long and roughly decorated beams reveal the unique simplicity of Buddhism.  Although the ugly spots all over the body have some hints of King Kong's anger, it may not be right to wink at him.  Wu Ming also blinked subconsciously.  The boy who had been carrying it for a long time finally sighed after he could identify the objects on the beam.  You old bastard who has killed a thousand people!  The storyteller, covered in dark skin, jumped down from the roof beam without any hair on his body.  "Good disciple, I haven't seen you for a long time, and I feel more and more refreshed and energetic." "It's so coolyour mother!" Wu Ming gritted his teeth and cursed.  Although he was merciless, Wu Ming had to admit that the moment he saw the dead ghost master, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? can even be so happy that I can even speak.  "Hehe! To say that this Samadhi True Fire is really amazing, my good disciple can spit fire from his mouth." The inscription master didn't take it seriously. He dusted off his non-existent clothes and shook his head.  "Immortal! This is all your plan, right?!" Wu Ming said more and more slippery, and even his brain cells became active. "You know that killing someone requires a life, and you also know that Brahma will come forward and escort me all the way to Beijing.  It's only natural! You thought I would try my best to escape, so you gave me the Heaven-shaking Seal! Then the bronze lion, the old fire monster, and the Samadhi True Fire are not hard to predict!  You have long known that the old fire monster is setting fire to the capital, and is waiting to block me in the middle of the road!" Qian Mu stood with his hands behind his hands, listening to Wu Ming's anger in his heart with a smile on his face.  The more Wu Ming talked, the angrier he became. He wanted to bite the old ghost to death, "Old scoundrel! You're just scheming with me. Why do you mean that I'm so ignorant that I've fallen into your mother's trap? But you! But why did you want to connect her with her?  Let's plan together?" Ignoring the overwhelming hatred in the young man's eyes that could stab him ten thousand times, the inscriptionist spread his hands and said: "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth,  She is the most difficult to deal with among the five elements. "Buzz!  With a sound, the young man's eyes darkened and he fainted.  The inscriptionist sighed as expected, stretched out his hand to rub a ball of mud from his armpit, and threw it into the young man's foaming mouth.  "He died like a bird again!"
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