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Volume 2 The Journey of Ice and Fire Chapter 167 Killing the Monk

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    Zhang Xinyi is carefully reading the "Secret of Immortality" he just got.  From the perspective of him who has read all the martial arts secret books, although he cannot say that he can master it immediately, he can still understand it roughly.  This Taoist treasure book is worthy of the name of the four great books in the world. It has seven pictures and seven techniques. Each picture represents a possibility of leading to the ultimate state of martial arts, which gave him very important enlightenment.  When you reach the point of excitement, there is no need to perform special exercises. The true energy in the body flows lively and spiritually, following seven paths, pouring in from the top of the head, the middle of the belly, the hands, the lower abdomen, the Dantian, the spine, and the soles of the feet.  All the major veins in the body.  Under such circumstances, the true energy in Zhang Xinyi's body alternated between cold and hot, burning like fire, and the next moment, it became extremely cold. Ordinary warriors would reach their limit after just one change, but Zhang Xinyi took it calmly.  Accept this change.  Fortunately, now is not a good time to practice martial arts. Zhang Xinyi only tried it briefly and then regained his skills.  Looking at the thread-bound book on the Secret of Immortality on the table, even with his temperament, he couldn't help but smile.  "Speaking of this harvest, the "Secret of Immortality" is far more important to him than the Evil Emperor's relics.  The most precious thing about the evil emperor's relics is the vast essence of the evil emperors of all generations contained in it. For ordinary warriors, this is the most nourishing "nutrition". However, for Zhang Xinyi, who has the entire fantasy space as his backing,  The essence in the Evil Emperor's relics is nothing more than useless food and a pity to throw away.  At exactly this time, Zhang Xinyi accidentally met Shuanglong in a restaurant. In the original work, he had a good impression of the two protagonists, so he did the previous act of passing on the merits and donating money.  What is surprising is that after Zhang Xinyi finished this matter.  Shockingly, he discovered that strands of purple energy were separated from Shuanglong's body.  spread to him.  "It turns out to be the power of luck. Interesting." Looking at the purple energy wrapped around his wrist, Zhang Xinyi had a vague and mysterious feeling. This power of luck contains a trace of the great road in this world. With this power, he can be affected by it.  This place is loved by heaven and earth, blessed with luck, and is known as the son of the plane, the natural protagonist.  With this energy, one can more easily understand the rules of heaven and evolve into a more advanced life form.  In layman¡¯s terms, it is the legendary Shattered Void.  However Zhang Xinyi suddenly flicked his fingers, completely destroying the purple energy of luck and dispersing it, and watched it fluttering away into the distance.  The power of luck can be regarded as a kind of luck, which has both innate achievements and acquired qualities, such as Yangzhou Shuanglong.  Although the power of luck is strong innately, if you don¡¯t work hard the day after tomorrow.  This mysterious and mysterious power will automatically dissipate and belong to the person next to him who has stronger luck power.  It is both a boost and a constraint. Accepting the power of luck is equivalent to being branded in this world. It is not Zhang Xinyi's wish to have his every move paid attention to by heaven.  As soon as you rub your hands together, the secret book "Secret of Immortality" turns into powder and floats away.  Zhang Xinyi stood with his hands behind his back, standing at the window on the floor, looking at the busy traffic under the window, and he suddenly felt like he had returned to nowhere.  Here, he can feel the warmth of the sun shining on his body, feel the coolness of the breeze on his skin, and smell the smell of thousands of fireworks in his nose and mouth.  All of this, just like the fiery skin of Sansha, the queen of the ice and fire planes, and the crystal tears of Xiao Zhao, the lover of the Jin Yong plane, gave Zhang Xinyi a dream-like perception.  "My footsteps should not stop at a certain beautiful scenery. I only stop briefly to continue the journey" Zhang Xinyi stayed here for two hours, until the sunset gradually set in the west, and then he took it back lightly.  With a flash of eyes and figure, he had already appeared on the street. His steps seemed slow, but in fact he was heading towards the west of the city at an alarming speed.  There are many pagodas in the west of the city. When Zhang Xinyi arrived, the sunset happened to have its last afterglow. The red clouds in the sky shone between the eaves of the pagodas, casting a faint golden-red light. Between the pagodas, there were scattered flowers and trees.  , deep and shaded, very attractive.  Looking into the distance, you can see a Buddhist pagoda in front of you. There are copper bells hanging on the corners of the eaves. The mountain breeze blows, and it emits waves of pleasant clear sounds, which makes people put away their worries.  When Zhang Xinyi saw it, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he walked slowly towards the pagoda, passing through the bamboo forest, nearly fifteen feet high, and the thirteen-story pagoda stood tall and majestic in the square in the forest.  Under the glow of the sunset, the gilded copper flying goose on the top of the tower is even more brilliant, shining far and near.  There are a total of twelve stone Buddha statues embedded on the four sides of each floor of the pagoda, which are magnificent and rich in texture.  Zhang Xinyi did not deliberately hide his figure. His arrival naturally attracted the attention of the original owner of this place immediately.  Rapid footsteps came, and suddenly a loud shout came from behind, breaking the tranquility here.  "Who are you!"  Zhang Xinyi looked up at the pagoda with his hands behind his back, and said calmly without looking back: "Hand over He's Bi, and Rao Er will not die." There was a commotion behind him, and then he heard a slightly deep voice saying: "I don't want you to be a poor monk."  Anger is the first of the four Dharma protectors in this temple and is responsible for protecting the treasure. If the donor is willing to find his way back, he will allow the donor to leave without being angry. " Zhang Xinyi turned around and saw a dozen monks looking at each other angrily.  After all, no one would look good upon hearing what he just said.  The leader was an old monk in his sixties with gray beard and eyebrows. Although he was old, his eyes were like those of a newborn baby, pure and sparkling.  "Monk, you are very good. For the sake of your honesty, I will spare your life when I do it later." Buao was stunned when he heard this, took a deep look at Zhang Xinyi, and said in a low voice  He chanted the Buddha's name and remained silent.  "Senior brother, why are you talking nonsense to him? Let junior brother take down this madman so that he will know the price of speaking arrogantly." The monk who spoke was tall, with broad shoulders. He was leaning on a diamond Zen staff and had a calm and authoritative look on his face.  He is the Buddhist monk Vajra Buddha, who has the highest martial arts among the four.  Zhang Xinyi carefully looked at the fine lines on his palms, opened his mouth, and opened his map cannon: "Your Zen master has been bald when he died. You disciples and disciples are still hiding in the mountains, eating fast and chanting Buddha, and messing with this world of mortals."  "What's the trivial matter?" "What Zhang Xinyi said was the most painful thing for the monks in the field. A week ago, he died unexpectedly, and the murderer immediately escaped.  Everyone in Jing Nian Chanyuan was filled with grief. How could they not be angry after hearing his words like this?  How can we not hate it deeply!  "Madman! Die!" With a deafening roar, Monk Buchi shook his Zen staff, flew up, and swept towards Zhang Xinyi. He swept with a simple sweep, with a powerful and heavy force. There were countless changes in it, no matter what  No matter how the opponent avoids him, he will be driven into subsequent attacks.  Except for Bu Ai who never moved a step, the short and fat Bu Awe and the tall and thin Bu Gre both waved their Zen sticks and rushed towards them. The fierce wind caused the earth and rocks under their feet to faintly shake.  This person¡¯s tone is too loud, and his martial arts skills are unknown, but since the other party can find their secret hiding place, he is definitely not an ordinary person.  He's Bi is related to the great cause of unifying the world, so the three monks went all out and didn't dare to hold back at all.  However, in the face of the powerful blows from the three Dharma Protectors of Jing Nian Zen Monastery, Zhang Xinyi still looked at the palm prints on his hands quietly, as if there were infinite secrets on them, and he was not aware of the presence of the Zen staff.  At this time, even if the three great masters took action, they could not react in time and could only take the move.  He sighed without anger, then seemed relieved, and said: "Three junior brothers, please be merciful and don't hurt his sex" "Bang!" The next moment, three Zen sticks hit Zhang Xinyi's chest and left shoulder at the same time.  The extremely heavy Zen staff on his head made a violent reverberation like hitting steel metal. The sharp and unpleasant friction sound was powerful enough to crack mountains and crack rocks, but it stopped in place.  "This iswhat?!" The bald ladles on the field all had their eyes widened, now that someone had caught this blow weighing more than 10,000 kilograms with their body.  I saw that the skin under the Zen staff was glowing with white-gold light. This light became stronger and stronger, and finally the person in front of me was glowing with a metallic white-gold color, as if he was no longer human.  "Beiminggolden body." Zhang Xinyi raised his head slightly, and on his platinum-gleaming cheeks, his dark and deep eyes glowed with extremely cold murderous intent.  "Protect yourself!" Bu'ai's face changed again and again. Only then did he realize how ridiculous what he just said was, and he shouted: "Three junior brothers, withdraw your hands quickly." At the same time, Bu'ai flew up and leaned forward.  After a lifetime of cultivation, he slapped the mysterious master's Baihui point with one palm.  The attack of the three people suddenly stopped, knowing that something was wrong, and they quickly stirred up their Qi. However, when they were about to pull away and fly back, they were shocked to find that their palms, Zen staff and each other seemed to be integrated into one body, and could no longer be separated.  "Drink" The next moment, Zhang Xinyi took a deep breath. With this breath, a turbulent air seemed to blow up in the field, and Zhang Xinyi's body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.  Suddenly, Buhao felt an invisible force blocking his face. His palms were in the air. He was still ten feet away from the opponent, but he couldn't move forward.  "Ah! My true energy! My true energy is losing" "What kind of magic is this?!" "Devil, I will fight with you!" On the other side, the three monks on the field made a horrified sound and watched helplessly.  The true energy in his body was lost at an alarming rate, and his face quickly turned gray.  Zhang Xinyi grinned, showing his white teeth, "Give it back to you!"  The next moment, the true energy contained in the body rolled back in a more violent and intense way.  "No!" Bu was angry, his eyes were split open, and he watched helplessly as his three junior brothers exploded into minced meat with a "bang".  The sky is filled with flesh and blood on this land, and the sun in the west spits out its last ray of light at this time, slowly sinking into the mist of the mountains.  There was darkness between heaven and earth Just like the Buddha's heart where the monks on the field fell into the deepest nightmare Everything in the world seemed to have passed for a long time, but in fact it only took half a stick of incense.  The Great Dharma Protector Vajra has fallen, and no bones remain (To be continued)
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