Chapter 1289

In the main hall of Putian mangong, a tall and thin man sat quietly on the futon, looking down at the entrance of the cave in a meditative posture.

"Fate has brought you here, and fate will bring you to death." Yamada see a quiet mouth, road.

Wang Yong walked slowly to the temple, with a thick smile on his face: "you are also the director of the shrine. How can you be like a villain? If Toyo Shinto is just such a useless thing, it would be too disappointing. "

"What did you say?" When Yamada saw it, his eyes suddenly opened, and a sharp momentum came out from him, like a billowing smoke rising up into the sky.

"Yes, that's a bit like the director of the shrine!" Wang Yong patted his palm twice and said.

From the perspective of Yamada's essence, Yamada's physical strength has at least reached the peak of Hua Jin.

In fact, it is inconceivable to transport Qi and blood and cultivate to the peak of Huajin only by religious methods. If it wasn't Chuanyue Yifu who fought Wang Yong at the beginning, but Yamada Jianyi, I'm afraid Wang Yong would have died in the challenge arena.

It's just that Wang Yong at that time was not the same as Wang Yong now.

"Yinglang, come here! You are the son of the great Royal God. Come to me and I will guarantee your safety. " Yamada waves to yinglang across the air.

Then I see yinglang walking towards Yamada in a daze. Yinglang's father quickly reaches out his hand and wants to hold his son. Who knows that he can't pull him. It seems that yinglang has a great power on him, and no one can stop him from going to Yamada Jianyi's arms.

"A small skill of carving insects!" Wang Yong pinched it with his right hand to form a fist seal in the shape of a fetus.

The sound of beating heart rings out in yinglang's ear. The next second, yinglang's heart resonates. It also rings twice violently. Then, yinglang suddenly wakes up and looks at his position blankly.

I wonder how I got here?

"Master?"

"Remember the tire seal I taught you? If you squeeze out this fist, some soul bewitching techniques will not work for you. This is to say that the Buddha nature is hidden in everyone's heart, just like the mother and child of zizang. Visualizing this seal will naturally stimulate the potential Buddha nature, not afraid of bewitching. " Wang Yongdao.

Yinglang nodded, immediately recalled the taicangyin, and thought about the philosophy of boxing.

However, yinglang has been able to achieve this step at present. It's just a good idea. If you cultivate the taicangyin by force, you will be possessed by the devil because your qi and blood are not strong enough.

Seeing that Wang Yong broke his own bewitching skill in a few words, Yamada couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

His bewitching skill is not the hypnotic technique on the street, but with the help of thousands of years of willpower accumulation of Putian mangong. In fact, the main hall and Zhongru cave of putianman palace contain a lot of spiritual afterthoughts of believers and successive deities. These afterthoughts together form a powerful force. Even if he was caught off guard, he was bound to be attacked. Unexpectedly, Wang Yong was defeated.

"Young master, those stalactites are strange. The special terrain and stone create a kind of force field, which can absorb and preserve the mind. What that guy just used is the memento of this temple. " JianNu looked at Zhongru cave and said.

Wang Yong actually realized that he had exchanged feng shui knowledge with Zhu Dian when he was in tai'ao. There are many strange terrains in nature, which have different effects. For example, the human body is actually a geomantic omen Bureau, which locks up the life spirit. When they are old and frail, the geomantic omen bureau begins to collapse, and the spirit of life can not be locked, and gradually goes to death.

"Obviously, that's why he lured me here. He wanted to use the power of spiritual blessing of Putian mangong against me. Unfortunately, ten thousand ordinary people add up to less than one. There are a lot of ideas accumulated in this shrine, but they are just as useless as you. It's naive to use these to deal with me! " Wang Yong looked around for a week and said faintly.

Wang Yong is a person who has just gone through the world of the master's Cannian of Bai Meier. Even such a world of Cannian can't finally trap Wang Yong. What can these disordered Cannian of different levels do?

Yamada Jianyi didn't know that. He just heard the insult from Wang Yong.

Yamada saw that his body trembled slightly with anger, and his eyes burst out with a thick murderer: "Wang Yong! Your words have deeply provoked me! Originally, I wanted to capture you alive and give you a chance to make jade, but now it's gone! "

"Jade material? What is it? " Wang Yong frowned.

Yamada didn't answer, but a long roar, the voice is very sad. This sound brought up gusts of wind and blew through the bell hanging at the entrance of our hall.

Jingle, ring the bell, it's like the prelude of the female ghost in the Oriental horror film. It's creepy.

In a flash, the whole palace was dark, the sky was dark, there was no star or moon, and the fog fell quietly on the ground, which made the mountain look like a body.

Although yinglang is holding the tire seal at this time, he still can't help but have a look of fear.

Because this scene is so similar to the legendary Shura hell that yinglang's mood is almost shaken.

Yinglang is like this, and yinglang's father is even more unbearable.

Yinglang's father stares at the front in horror, as if he sees the ghost of the second child who has just died, shivering and about to collapse.

"Dong Dong", at this time, two heart beating sounds sounded, breaking the illusion of yinglang's father.

Yinglang's father turned his head, but Wang Yong didn't know when he was around.

"Stand still. Yinglang, protect your father. "

Wang Yong finished, holding the tire hidden seal in an instant bloom, five fingers lotus open, surging out of the fist, surging forward to the fog.

But the Taicang seal was changed into the Ming King seal.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss. The obscured and indistinct main hall of Putian mangong gradually shows a trace of shadow.

But Yamada, who was sitting in it, disappeared.

"Well, if you are honest and use your strength to fight with me, you still have room to resist. But you chose the Shinto witchcraft! This kind of mental attack has no effect on a Dan Jin master! "

Wang Yong's last four words were uttered word by word, and every word he uttered would sound like thunder.

After four words, the scene in front of me suddenly brightened, and the stars fell back on the earth.

And Yamada saw a stealthy figure, such as being illuminated by a searchlight, and suddenly settled in the same place.

At this time, he was no more than ten meters away from Wang Yong.

He is bowing his body, like a hungry wolf, ready to attack Wang Yong.

"How could it be?" Yamada saw a shocked way.

He once used this move to kill many powerful martial arts masters. None of those martial arts masters could see through his figure under the mental barrier. They all died of a blow to the head.

Today, the power of spiritual barrier is more than doubled.

But even so, it was still easily broken by Wang Yong.

What the hell is going on? Is Wang Yong's strength so terrible?

Wang Yong looked at Yamada and said, "I'll give you a chance to use your physical strength to take my fist."

Yamada saw a flash of anger in his eyes: "I'm not here to pick up your fist, I'm here to kill you!"

Then Yamada saw one by one jump up, a breath, his body has become a strong and powerful man.

There was a roaring sound of Qi and blood in his body, as if there was a big river running in his blood vessels.

"That's interesting!" Wang Yong nods and smiles.

Then step up and give a punch.

In the middle of the fight, it suddenly changed into Shangluo.

In people's eyes, Wang Yong's identity also changed. He was no longer Wang Yong, but Sun Dasheng, who broke through the sky and caused havoc in heaven.

This captivity, like the one when sun dashed his golden cudgel at the gate of South Heaven, was full of anger and contempt. The Manchurian immortals, the Bodhisattvas, the Jade Emperor, and the Buddha of the Tathagata all lost their color in this captivity.

There is only one sun Da Sheng left between heaven and earth.

"This kind of kung fu..." Yamada saw a deep fear in his eyes.

Before, he thought that Wang Yong's so-called "take my fist" was an insult to himself. Now he knows that Wang Yong is telling the truth.

He can't even take a punch from Wang Yong.

"Run! If you don't run, you must tell me here! " Yamada saw a big change in face, suddenly changed shape, turned and ran.

"Want to run?" Wang Yong's voice appeared behind Yamada Jianyi.

Before Yamada could react, he felt an overwhelming sense of boxing envelop his whole body. His heart was frozen by this sense of boxing, and the whole person's movement, heart beat and breath slowed down.

When everything returns to normal, Yamada Jianyi has fallen into Wang Yong's hands.

Wang Yong pinched Yamada Jianyi's neck and asked faintly, "now can we talk about what jade material is?"

Yamada saw a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. He didn't understand why he had been practicing hard for so many years and his Qi and blood had been carried to the extreme. Why he couldn't even catch Wang Yong's move.

Seeing the doubts in Yamada's eyes, Wang Yong said with a smile: "you are just old problems of Shinto practice. You have no physical strength and no way to play. It's like a man as strong as an ox, but he can't beat a child with a gun in his hand. In fact, the practice of Shinto is not a side door crooked way. In ancient times, there were countless masters in religious sects, and they all took this way. But why can they? Because they didn't neglect their fighting methods while carrying their Qi and blood, such as the Chinese white lotus sect, the yellow scarf army, wudoumi Dao and so on, all strengthened themselves by killing and cutting on the battlefield. The same is true of your ancient oriental monk soldiers. It's a pity that when you come to your generation, you've left a shell to carry your qi and blood, forgetting that the actual combat in the battlefield is also an indispensable means. "

"So it is!" Yamada saw a sudden light, but then fell into despair.

What if you know that? He has basically become a dead man. Wang Yong will never let him go.

"I answered your question, and you should have answered mine. What is the jade material? Do you want to take yinglang with you? Is Zheng Rong in the hands of your shrine

Wang Yong asked three questions at one go. At the end, he blinked his eyes and explained: "I used a dun sign in the middle and a question mark at the end. So it's still a problem. "

"..." Yamada wanted to boo Wang Yong.

Are you interested in playing these tricks on a dying man?