The Sage Who Transcended Samsara Chapter 114: Magic marks
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The man in the green robe held a paper umbrella comfortably in his left hand, and a drop of rain fell in a string from the top, like a loose bead curtain, slightly covering his face. Only the paleness of the two temples carried the vicissitudes of time. Leap out.
Can at this very moment, in the sight of Wu Hengjian and other sensory reflections, except for this umbrella, this person, there is nothing else between heaven and earth, the heavy rain that suddenly fell off, the water stains on the as if mirror surface were wiped off , The dark clouds and the long street at the same time disappear, and fall into the void, leaving only darkness.
Boom boom, boom boom, Wu Hengjian's heartbeat can't help but accelerate, like a drum beat, raising an unspeakable sense of danger.
The green robe man in front of me is terrible!
Extremely terrible!
Crazy thoughts like this echoed in the mind of Wu Hengjian, only to feel that this is the strongest enemy I have encountered in my life!
He has not met Grandmaster in the past, but he has never been hostile. I do n’t know whether it is the same feeling in the face of the oppression of Grandmaster. In short, compared to the one he had encountered once, he almost killed himself. Demon Monarch. The stress caused by one's own mind is much stronger.
Blood rushed back to the heart, and was sprayed out again, Wu Hengjian Hidden feelings of hands and feet are soft, and the negative thoughts of the heart rising sharply cannot be resisted fighting intent .
Does the suppression of momentum and soul alone put you on the verge of failure? Wu Hengjian is also Exterior Scenery anyway, experienced and trying to get rid of this influence.
Suddenly, the green robe figure in his pupils suddenly became larger, filling his sight, as if he was floating in front of him in an instant, then he held the umbrella in his left hand and protruded in his right hand.
The palm is white, shining bright, slender and powerful, slanting like a sword.
With this split, the senses of Wu Hengjian were strangely restored, the clatter of the ears was heard, the heavy rain splashed with water mist, the wide and long street was running with a layer of water, washing the stone slabs, hooking the sides houses.
But all this is so slow, the heavy rain is like sticky honey, a little drop, the water mist as if is about to be the old man of the wood, a little swelled, and the interval of the clattering sound is very long, which makes people sleep.
The slow nature, the slow world, the slow body and feelings, they are so harmonious that Wu Hengjian could not be distinguished properly, but the right hand from the diagonal split maintains the normal speed and sets off "slow" Obvious and weird.
By observing and simulating the air route on the surface of Sword Twenty-Three!
Of course, it ’s just the improved and weakened version of Jiang Zhiwei.
Of course, it ’s just the appearance.
It ’s slow, but it ’s an illusion. The essence is to derive palm technique from “Undying Seven Illusions” promoted by Ānanda Breaking Vow Blade core true intent!
How can this happen? Why is there such a palm technique? Wu Hengjian is slow in thinking, and seems to have to wait for his death. He watched this palm split over his head. His sense of danger was great. It was the only thing in his life. He felt that the man in front of him was like a god!
After all, he is not waiting for leisure. When he is in a rush, he lifts his hands forcibly, swings his mouth, and opens his mouth.
Then he took a deep breath.
immediately, Heaven and Earth origin energy, rain vigorously, all poured into his mouth, his body, his hands, as if Baichuan returned to the sea, gushed.
The rain screen was torn, palm strength was destroyed, the long street seemed to be rolled up by a whirlwind, everything was involved, and Wu Hengjian is the core and source of the whirlwind!
The illusion disappeared, Wu Hengjian saw the world clearly, the scattered dark clouds and heavy rain, and the man in the green robe with an oil paper umbrella in the far alley. He was nearly middle-aged, with white temples and deep five senses , Elegant and vicissitudes, standing there quietly, it seems that he has not shot.
At this moment, he saw Meng Qi take a leisurely step, and it gave a wonderful feeling between movements and statics. It seemed that one step exceeded the bitter sea, and one step came to Pāramitā, which appeared directly in front of him. The whale swallowing trend and the "dark" suction spreading around.
This palm has no palm wind, no palm strength, not even swaying the world, so it floats down gently like a leaf.
But the pupils of Wu Hengjian contracted rapidly, which was slower than the sensory sense just now, because this palm seems to be simple to open, but in fact it is completely impossible to grasp the law, it seems that there is everywhere, and as if is not everywhere I don't know how to block it, how to prevent it, and how to hide it!
Among Heaven and Earth, Only I Am Venerated, everywhere, everywhere!
Even if it ’s not a Buddha, Wu Hengjian also shows the deep Zen in the palm of his hand, and the terrible and depraved filth that kills everything, and they are wonderfully connected in Zen, not one another. It's not each other!
The same goes for Palm and Me!
When this idea came into my mind, Wu Hengjian was already desperate, and the sense of danger was even worse than before, and even if I lifted my spirit and forced take action, I could not hold back this palm.
Unstoppable at all!
Suddenly, his face was gritty, his teeth clenched, and he did n’t make any reservations, and he did n’t dare to keep anymore. A dark mark grew sharply on his eyebrows, filled with the smell of depravity, killing, and blood, and he suddenly dispersed the Zen and condensed demon qi.
Pap!
The white and powerful palms converged and appeared directly after many defenses. He hit Wu Hengjian's forehead in a transcendental and selfish manner, hitting his head with blood flow, dizzy his head, and shaking Primordial Spirit.
Without the protection of the power of dark magic marks, the consequences can be disastrous!
It's still like this, the dark magic marks have been sparse, turned into ink color light, combined with the monstrous demon qi that appeared in the body of Wu Hengjian, pulled up from the ground, and quickly escaped to the port.
"Eh ..." The accident happened. Wu Hengjian's backhand exceeded Meng Qi's expectations. It was a half-shot slow before turning into Changhong, walking through the rain curtain and catching up.
On the long street, the slate was washed with water, and the raindrops fell again. It quickly returned to its original state. The two Exterior Scenerys did not even encounter the damage. The power of control and the weirdness of the confrontation can be seen!
Ink light fell silently into the sea, quickly dived, and escaped quickly, but the sense of danger in Wu Hengjian ’s heart was not reduced. It seemed that the godlike man in green robe was only one step away from himself, and soon Can catch up, really like a thorn in the back!
When the danger is getting closer and stronger, when Wu Hengjian ca n’t restrain despair and fear, he suddenly feels light, and that feeling unfathomable mystery disappears.
He sensed stunned, and found that the nearby sea surface is full of a building ship, up to seven floors, magnificent and magnificent, with flags at the front and back, with different words written respectively:
"Eastern Sea Sword Villa";
"He"!
It turned out that I met the ship of the Hejia in the East China Sea. Wu Hengjian sighed with relief, but felt lucky, no wonder that the terrible man in green robe dared not chase.
At this time, a silk thread with a hook fell in front of his eyes, and he could go up to see an old man with thin hair and yellow hair standing along the boat. He was introverted and did not see any fluctuations. Without looking, he didn't feel he was here.
Seeing that the trail was found, there were extremely terrible enemies behind him. Wu Hengjian did not dare to escape, obediently escaped, and flew to the deck.
"The young master let you in." The old man with yellow hair said lightly, and continued to catch his own fish.
Wu Hengjian followed the instructions and stepped into the cabin and saw someone sitting in front of the window.
Even if he sits, he is half a head taller than ordinary people, his eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like a puddle, his posture is casual, he is confident, as if Nothing in the world can trouble him, and no enemy can make him sleepless.
"I have seen the young owner." Wu Hengjian knows that the person in front of him is "Invisible Sword" He Jiu.
"What happened in Linhai City, why did you escape in a hurry?" He Jiu asked directly.
Wu Hengjian moved his heart and told the story originally, from the strange discovery of the death of Grandpa Yun, to the mysterious and terrible blue robe strongman blocking the road and intercepting it. It may be because of the death of the mouth, but you must not think so. .
He Jiu gently tapped the case in front of him, pondering: "The palm of the man in the green robe has mysteries, which is difficult to measure. The former is similar to Dharma Idol of Profound Heaven Sect. , What clue do you have? "
Wu Hengjian shook his head: "I haven't heard of a strong like it yet."
He Jiu took out a jade slip with a seal seal on it, allowing Wu Hengjian to infuse what he sees right, so that he can recognize it according to his breath and appearance.
If it is not the case, just from the green robe, the five senses is profound, the temples are frost-white, the temperament is elegant, the eyes are vicissitudes, and the oil-paper umbrella is held.
Wu Hengjian also wants to know who the hands are, and examines slightly, sticks jade slip to the forehead, and instills the image.
He Jiu looked at it, his expression remained unchanged, and jade slip was thrown out of the window, dragged away by the fish hook.
Slightly, there is an old voice: "From the breath and appearance, it is the old Poison Hands Demon Monarch."
"He? Actually, his strength has greatly increased, and he should not be underestimated." He Jiu said to himself, the expression was interesting, and it seemed that he wanted to weigh today's Poison Hands Demon Monarch.
It's not just to be underestimated, it's like a god! Wu Hengjian inwardly thought about it and turned to: "Being away from Unorthodox Path, being hunted down by Evil Demon, the whereabouts are always secret, confident that anyone who can be intercepted casually, Poison Hands Demon Monarch can be stopped, there must be someone behind the air!"
"Do you have any doubts?" He Jiu asked with a smile.
Wu Hengjian thought and replied: "I have seen Zhu Family Tie Family and Yun Family elders in the next few days. If they say that they are missing, they are most likely, but unless they have a secretly tracked secret technique, they should not be found with the vigilance of the next ... "
"So who knows where you are hiding?" He Jiu is still confident and calm.
"Yun Family ten third master, Miss Yun Qi, a host of the local boat gang, he is the next best friend, he is the place to hide." Wu Hengjian is not partial, and will tell everyone who knows.
He Jiu asked questions slowly to help Wu Hengjian clarify their thoughts.
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On the shore of the port, Meng Qi held an oil-paper umbrella and stood in a heavy rain, looking far away from the ship on the sea.
"Fun." He whispered to himself, turned around, and slowly stepped into the rain curtain, disappearing into the mist.
The last dark magic marks of Wu Hengjian are very similar to the Demon Lord I saw at the beginning!
Although they are never the same, they can be seen in the same line!
Is it coming out before you and Gu Xiaosang enter the devil's grave, or is there something else?
Originally, Meng Qi didn't care about the result. I just wanted to gain trust quickly, close to Maiden Path, but some people know that Demon Lord related things have become a bit interesting! (To be continued.)