Luo Fu Chapter 138: Zhantai Qingming; Xuanwuqi showing power
Chapter 138 Zhantai Qingming; Xuan Wuqi's power
"The shrunken tortoise who pretends to be a ghost inside, doesn't dare to come out and fight the Sa family?" At this time, Zu Long's scolding sounded again outside, "Do you have to wait ten or eight years for the Sa family?"
Hearing Zu Long's scolding, the old man nodded towards Xuan Wuqi, "You can turn into a few more Xiyuantu puppets now, and go out for me to teach him a lesson."
At this moment, on the other side, Lin Hang had already arrived in front of the Donglai Temple that Donghou Qingbat said.
In the entire Donglai Temple, there are only a dozen red temples in total. The Hanging Temple on the cliff!
The blue-gray mountain wall has a height of more than sixty feet. This suspended temple is located on the mountain wall with a height of more than twenty feet. The mountain road is connected to the ground.
Originally, with Lin Hang's cultivation base, the height of more than 20 feet can be easily climbed, but now, with a distance of two to three hundred miles, it takes Lin Hang a few incense sticks to rush. He tried his best and couldn't go any faster. By the time he arrived at the Xuankong Temple, his clothes had been soaked in sweat, and his true energy had been exhausted. He had reached the limit. It can be said that he was about to be unable to stand still. Now let alone a height of more than twenty feet, even if it is only five or six feet high, Lin Hang can no longer climb it.
Seeing the front of the temple but not being able to enter the temple, Lin Hang, who had always been humble and cowardly, and didn't even speak loudly, shouted loudly: "Junior Lin Hang, please see senior Zhantai Qingming!"
Lin Hang's shout spread far away, and even brought out the echo of the valley, but the entire hanging temple was dead silent, without any sound.
Linhang, which is silently isolated in front of this cliff, is as helpless as a single withered grass in the cold wind on the wasteland.
"Junior Lin Hang, please see senior Zhantai Qingming!"
But Lin Hang, who didn't get a response, let out another loud cry.
"Who told you to come to Zhantai Qingming?" A quiet voice came from the hanging temple this time.
"Senior Donghou Qingbat asked me to come."
Hearing what Lin Hang said, there was a moment of silence in the Hanging Temple, and suddenly such a voice came out again, before the words fell, a five-foot-square iron basket hanging from an iron chain fell down.
Entering the iron basket at Linhang Station, the iron chain was pulled up again. Linhang went up to this hanging temple, and saw that the gates of the temples were closed tightly, but the quiet voice came from nowhere It was said in the temple: "Donghou Qingbat asked you to come to Zhantai Qingming, why?"
"Senior Donghou Qingbat originally wanted to **** me, one of my juniors, and two children from Ji Yushan to Zhaoyao Mountain, but when we encountered pursuers, Senior Donghou Qingbat stayed behind to stop the enemy, let us come to you, let us You escorted us back to Zhaoyao Mountain, but when we came here, we encountered pursuers again, my senior brother led that person away, I came here to hope that senior Zhantai Qingming can help you." Lin Hang was originally in Shushan He still stuttered a little at the time, but at this moment his heart was full of blood and courage, and he didn't show any cowardice at all. He spoke in one go without even a single pause.
The quiet voice was silent for a while, and just when Lin Hang couldn't bear it, it rang again, "There is nothing he can do about this matter, you should find another way."
Is there anything you can do to help?
Lin Hang tried his best to get here as fast as possible, because he regarded this as the only hope to save Xuan Wuqi and Ji Yanshan, but when he got here, the answer he got was that there was nothing he could do!
"You are not senior Zhantai Qingming, how do you know that he is helpless! You are senior Zhantai Qingming!"
For a moment, Lin Hang's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but questioned sharply.
"You are right." The quiet voice sighed slightly, "I am indeed what he said is Zhantai Qingming, but now I am not only incapable of taking you to Zhaoyao Mountain, but also incapable of helping your junior brother .”
"Senior Donghou Qingbat asked us to come to you, because he must know that you have the ability to take us to Zhaoyao Mountain! You are prevaricating like this, because you are unwilling or because you are afraid of the power of Kunlun, you don't dare at all." Because thinking of every minute of delay, Xuan Wuqi was a little more dangerous, Lin Hang was completely different from usual, his eyes were red and he asked aggressively.
"Donghou Qingbat has saved my life, so how can I shirk it? If it had been two years earlier, I would still have helped, but now I really can't help."
"Senior, if you feel that you can't keep us to Zhaoyao Mountain, you can just save my junior brother. Maybe the person who is chasing and killing my junior brother now is far inferior to you. If I have a slightly higher cultivation base , I will fight him too, but my cultivation base is really low and I am not an opponent, so I am begging you here. If you save my junior brother, I will definitely remember the great kindness...."
"Come in." Hearing Lin Hang's begging, the dark red door of a temple close to the cliff suddenly opened slowly, and Zhantai Qingming's helpless sigh came from inside, "You Come in and you'll know why I said I can't help."
"What!"
From the outside, the inconspicuous temple only has a radius of several feet, and at most it can accommodate a bed, a set of tables and chairs, and some scattered items. But as soon as Lin Hang walked into the small temple gate, he suddenly found that there was at least a radius of tens of feet inside.
In Nuo Da's space, there is a whole body covered with yellow cloth, which looks like a Buddha statue, with a height of more than ten feet. In addition to this thing, there are thousands of miscellaneous things piled up in this palace-like room, some are like gems, some are like gold and iron, some are like clay, and there are various things. Containers of various materials.
In addition to these things, there are five stoves with completely different styles and shapes. Beside the stove, there is a young bald-headed monk.
But it was not these things that shocked Lin Hang all of a sudden, but a person in front of the thing covered with yellow cloth, an old man in a wheelchair.
This old man sitting in an iron wheelchair was wrapped in a thick blanket. When Lin Hang walked in from the door and saw the old man, within a few breaths, the old man coughed silently twice, and every time he coughed, he coughed up thick foam of blood.
From his body, Lin Hang only felt the weak mana fluctuation and the loss of vitality.
This is a really dying and seriously ill old man.
After Lin Hang walked in, although the young bald monk and the old man did not speak, Lin Hang already knew in his heart that this old man was Zhantai Qingming.
Zhantai Qingming is already such an old man!
Lin Hang's face suddenly turned ashen.
"You see my body and cultivation level, so you don't think I lied to you." The old man wrapped in a thick blanket looked at the ashen-faced Lin Hang, however, shook his head and said: "But I said I was helpless, not because of myself, but because this thing died."
"Even the Donghou Qingbat would never have imagined that this thing of mine is dead."
Zhantai Qingming, who was wrapped in a thick blanket, looked at Lin Hang, turned the wheelchair, and slowly tore off the silk yellow cloth that was covered with something more than ten feet high.
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"If you don't come out again, the guy who pretends to be a ghost inside, the Sa family will find a way to pump out the mud here, and let you hide in the mud to come out to meet the sun!"
"What is it called? Senior Xuanyuan has passed on my spells, so I will naturally teach you a lesson for him."
Zu Long was screaming and cursing vigorously, suddenly, Xuan Wuqi's cold voice came in his ears.
"When he escaped here just now, he was only in the realm of the slave sword, why did he suddenly reach the realm of the imperial sword?!"
Before Zu Long had time to reply, he suddenly saw a sword light break out from the magic circle in front of him. realm. But a thought of horror popped up in his mind, only to see that the sword light could not see people, and the mysterious eclipse twisted around, but it even swallowed the light from the four flames of Zulong, and the surrounding was black.
Seeing this, Zu Long immediately took out the purple glazed lamp, touched it, and dozens of burning lines came out from the glazed lamp. This burning thread of fire is all condensed fire elements, not light, but it suddenly illuminates the surrounding area for more than a dozen feet~IndoMTL.com~ Is this the phantom condensed by what kind of magic technique? "
But in the shadows, Zu Long suddenly saw that there seemed to be several Xuan Wuqi attacking him from several directions. Zu Long pointed with his finger, and among the four flames surrounding his body which were dark red, vermilion, golden yellow and white respectively, the dark red flame rushed out suddenly and hit one of them. A mysterious.
The fire exploded all of a sudden, Xuan Wuqi's body was blasted into yellow light, but it was not scattered, but was blown backwards.
"It's not an illusion! What kind of spell is this!"
At this moment, Zu Long felt a chill in his heart, and instantly realized that these shadowy Xuan Wuqi were not illusions, but entities!
At this moment, Zu Long saw that there were more than a dozen figures around him, and Zu Long felt that there seemed to be endless Xuan Wuqi hitting him around his body.
Under Zu Long's heartfelt induction, he was horrified to find that apart from feeling the strong earth element aura on Xuan Wuqi's body, he couldn't feel which one was the real Xuan Wuqi himself. .
"Not good!"
Suddenly, Zu Long's pupils shrank for a while, and a flame popped out from his hand, and with a puff, a sword light slashed at him silently in the middle. This time Zu Long discovered Xuan Wuqi's flying sword that was attacking him secretly, and beat the light and flowers on the sword like flowing flames. But this one was distracted, and with a "bang", the back of the head was punched heavily by a puppet that made his head buzz and spin out like a front somersault.