Chapter 8: I came from the desert of the west
Han Laogui, the elder of Lingxu Dongtian, owns twelve middle-grade green wooden swords and a middle-grade magical robe.

In his sea of ​​suffering, there is also a black animal skin talisman, two golden thunder and fire beads, and a blood-colored puppet. Could it be a substitute puppet? This thing can sacrifice an organ in its body to offset a death calamity after the main body is seriously injured.

Not only that, he also has a green wooden ruler, which is of much better quality than the green wooden sword used by Jiang Ming. It is a top-grade magical weapon.

I have to say, this old guy has quite a few cards up his sleeve.

"There is a road to heaven, but you don't take it. There is no door to hell, but you break in. How dare you threaten me? Don't you consider whether you have the qualifications?"

Elder Han had lost his patience. These three people had just experienced a battle, fighting against four-winged centipedes and some two-winged centipedes. Even if they relied on their numbers and persisted to the end, they would definitely not feel good.

If we don’t act now, when will we act?

The next moment, Elder Han's mind moved, and he summoned out twelve green wooden swords at the same time. They drew mysterious trajectories, blocking all directions and trapping the three people in the middle.

This old fellow obtained a beast-skin book of formation inheritance. His twelve green wooden swords could be used to form a simple sword formation.

His attack had not yet ended. The next moment, he threw out a golden, fist-sized lightning and fire bead, which fell into the sword formation.

boom!
From trapping the enemy in the sword formation to the explosion of the thunder and fire beads, it was almost done in one go.

"Not good. Thunder Fire Pearl."

"what--"

"brute--"

Accompanied by three different vomiting sounds and painful howls, the three people were obviously tricked.

Even the Mingquan monk was unwilling to take the attack of the Thunder and Fire Pearl head-on.

In order to obtain these two thunder and fire beads, Elder Han also paid some price and took out some ancient objects he obtained from exploring the ruins over the years.

At the moment of the explosion, the twelve green wooden swords instantly emitted a green and oily light that was extremely mysterious. These lights merged together, interweaving into some simple patterns and transforming into a light shield, making the twelve swords briefly seem to have merged into one whole.

In this way, in this enclosed space, the power of the Thunder and Fire Bead was exerted to the maximum. After the blazing golden lightning and silver flames disappeared, the armor on the three people inside had already been burned through and melted.

Their bodies were covered with wounds intertwined with the power of thunder and fire. They were pierced by the fragments of the explosion of the thunder and fire beads. Some of the wounds even went directly through their bodies.

Their hair was burned off, their scalps were charred, and even their ears were melted. They looked extremely miserable.

However, the old woman looked the best.

"Puff puff--"

At this time, Elder Han's attack continued, and the twelve green wooden swords shot out sword energy, completely submerging the three people inside.

The three people inside did still have the power to resist. Some of them sacrificed star-patterned iron nails, some sacrificed obsidian iron spears, and even the old woman sacrificed a star-patterned iron mirror and an obsidian iron magic sword.

The weapons they had in their hands had already been melted into molten iron in the explosion just now.

“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”

The sound of magical instruments colliding was endless.

Especially the old woman's star-patterned iron Bagua mirror, which emitted a series of azure halos, freezing the sword light that was coming to attack her, while she held the obsidian iron sword in her hand, trying to carve out a path.

It was obvious that Elder Han would not let her escape like this. Under the stimulation of his magic power, the twelve green wooden swords emitted a faint green light like ghost fire. The patterns engraved on the swords seemed to come alive, wriggling like maggots.

Then the twelve green wooden swords shone brightly, dimly green and full of murderous aura, and each sword grew longer in the wind, transforming into giant swords three meters long, all slashing towards the center.

Elder Han himself was surrounded by green flames, and his magic power was all emerald green. He had already taken out the green wooden ruler, and holding it in his hand, he killed the three people in the center.

"Amitabha, fellow Taoists, please listen to my advice. When will the cycle of revenge end? Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right away."

At this moment, Jiang Ming finally decided to show up. He decided to make friends widely. These fellow Taoists who were supposed to die in the original plot can now be saved. As for how long they can live in the future, it has nothing to do with Jiang Ming. He only cares about making friends, and if he encounters a corpse, he will collect it, but he will not provide warranty.

Jiang Ming used his seventy-two transformations to transform himself into a talented cultivator from an ancient monk lineage that was once engraved in the imprint of magical powers. Unfortunately, he died before he had time to grow up. Jiang Ming vaguely remembered the place where he fell, which seemed to be a purple bamboo forest.

When the other party was young, he was also gifted. He was born with two first-generation Taoist patterns, both of which were the supreme inheritance of an ancient monk. One was the Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, and the other was the Buddha's Light Illuminating Everywhere. He also borrowed 60% of the secret techniques of the other party who was at the same level.

Jiang Ming was almost certain that when he inherited the innate treasure of seventy-two transformations, the world that Zhu Yan, who eventually grew into the supreme level, lived in should have been the perfect world, but the era he lived in was probably the ancient era of immortals.

Because of the last scene of the inherited treasure technique, he saw the sky collapsing and the earth breaking apart, and the sun, moon and stars falling. It looked like the ancient era of immortals, when the primitive ancient world was torn into pieces by the immortal kings from foreign lands.

"who are you?"

Elder Han was extremely alert and looked at Jiang Ming nervously.

Jiang Ming's appearance gave the three people inside a chance to breathe. They tore a gap from the blockade of the twelve green wooden swords and rushed out. Then, the three of them fled without looking back, not daring to say a single harsh word. They almost died, and staying alive was the most important thing, so how could they dare to stay?

"My Buddhist name is Sanzang. I came from the Western Desert and went to the Eastern Wasteland to worship the emperor and seek scriptures. I passed by the treasure temple and saw that I am quite intelligent. Why don't you join my Buddhist sect?" Jiang Mingbao looked solemn. He took off one sleeve of his white linen robe and wore it with half of his shoulder bare, dressed like an ascetic monk on the spot.

In addition, he had been torn quite a few times along the way, and he did look a bit like a monk from the Western Desert.

The key point is that the ancient monk he transformed into was very young, looking like a boy of about thirteen years old, but he was as tall as a young man, and he was vigorous and full of blood. It felt like he was facing a furnace of blood, which made Elder Han envious. "What a perfect body! It would be great if it was mine."

"Haha, you are joking, fellow Taoist. I am already too old to have any wisdom. You should look for it somewhere else!"

Elder Han didn't believe Jiang Ming's nonsense. He was almost dying of old age and couldn't even leave the Eastern Desert, let alone the Western Desert. He said with a wry smile.

"In that case, I'll take my leave. Hey, it smells so good. No, there is something here that I have a connection with. I wonder if you are willing to part with it."

Jiang Ming was about to leave when he suddenly twitched his nose and looked at Elder Han and said.

"Fellow Daoist, please don't go too far. The elixir here is related to whether I can prolong my life. If you want to snatch it from me, it will be a fight to the death."

Elder Han suddenly turned hostile and said in a hoarse and fierce voice.

"Amitabha, I won't take away what others love, but I can't make a wasted trip. I saw a book of animal skins in the sea of ​​suffering. The array patterns inside are quite unique. Could you lend it to me for a look?

Don't worry, I won't take it away. I will study it with you and return it to you after I finish reading it."

Jiang Ming continued to smile and was not annoyed. He put forward new ideas, which felt like a dog-skin plaster. In this respect, he had the image of a great monk.

When Elder Han heard Jiang Ming's words, he was extremely shocked at first. The animal skin book was his collection of adventures, so how did this guy see it? Then, after listening to Jiang Ming's words, he wished he could pick up his sword and chop it into pieces on the spot.

"How about this, I'll show you my skills and prove to you that I actually want to take it away. Everything you have belongs to me."

Jiang Ming glanced at Elder Han and knew that the old man wanted to kill him, but he came to be friends, so how could he kill him?
In the future, his best friend will die at the hands of Ye Fan, and the dog system reward at that time will be what Jiang Ming needs.

Killing someone will bring you more benefits than killing someone else.

Huh? No, bah, bah, bah, I'm not a star of misfortune. Even if I am a star of misfortune, it's the dog system that has brought him down.

As soon as Jiang Ming finished speaking, he raised his hand, and mysterious Taoist patterns appeared on his palm. Golden light flowed, and everything was covered with mist. It had 60% of the power of the supreme treasure of the Buddha Kingdom that was born in the palm of the hand of the genius of the ancient monk's lineage.

Under the guidance of Elder Han, Jiang Ming's palm suddenly flowed with heavy void power. As he stretched out his hand, it stretched out three miles away and turned into a hundred feet in size, covering everything below.

A three-tailed golden pheasant with three hundred years of cultivation just arrived and was spying on this place. It crowed, and its three tails emitted three-colored light, like sharp swords, and slashed at the palm. The result was like a stone sinking into the sea, and only a little golden ripple appeared.

The next moment, the three-tailed golden pheasant screamed and was caught in his hands and captured.

"How about it, fellow Taoist, do you think that the Buddha Kingdom in my palm can destroy your eyes?"

Jiang Ming looked at Elder Han with a smile and said.

In fact, he was extremely surprised. If it weren't for his special physique, which allowed his true energy at the same level to be ten times more than in his previous life, it would be difficult for him to pretend like this.

The consumption was a bit high, and one third of the body's true energy was directly consumed.

"Well, the master is indeed a great man in Buddhism, a figure at the level of a Buddhist disciple. I admire him very much."

When Elder Han saw the power of that palm strike, his back became soaked.

He had encountered the three-tailed pheasant before, but he didn't dare to fight with it at all. The three-color lightsaber on its tail was very terrifying and could cut through the sword formation composed of his twelve green wooden swords.

As a result, he was captured by the little monk without any resistance.

In other words, the little monk could clearly rob it, but he was unwilling to do so, so he had no choice but to agree.

As the saying goes, if you don't accept a toast, you will be punished.

The situation is better than people.

When you live under the eaves, you have to bow your head.

"Fellow Daoist, I am willing to take out the ancient animal skin scroll and show it to you."

Elder Han said reluctantly
"Very good, fellow Taoist, you are indeed quite intelligent. I was not wrong about you.

Don't worry, I don't want your things for nothing. We will be friends from now on. How about I treat you to chicken?"

Jiang Ming said happily.

The monks in this world need to practice cultivation, and there is no such thing as being a vegetarian.

(End of this chapter)