Chapter 172

Pooh

With the blood arrows all over the sky, the body as blue as jade was split in an instant.

The scream stopped suddenly, and the roar emitted by the collapse of the mausoleum seemed very harsh at the moment.

The woman in white in the distance behind Nanmen Feng was staring at Nanmen Feng. She saw the sabre technique that could cut off the soul force for the first time, and it was still the first time she saw such a powerful Sabre technique.

At this moment, she completely agreed with the words given to her by the man in Tsing Yi. Nanmen Maple must be her biggest enemy in this trip.

"Two children, you hurt my spirit and body today. I will ask you for my life sooner or later!

The spirit suffered heavy damage, and the body has been destroyed. The unwilling angry voice of the tomb owner resounded through the whole tomb.

"Ah... Mi... Buddha..."

The change was reborn, just like the strong voice of the Western Brahma, which pressed down the voice of the remnant soul of the tomb owner. Then, a golden rainbow flashed, and a person appeared in front of the South Gate maple.

Specifically, this is a 14-year-old monk. He is wearing a khaki off shoulder monk robe, and the Buddha beads on his neck and wrist are particularly eye-catching.

He was the little monk whom Nanmen Feng met when he first arrived at the desert city.

"Jade tiger king, in order to revive yourself today, you do not hesitate to harm hundreds of young talents. As a Buddhist, I will surpass you today!"

The majestic voice fell, and the little monk suddenly slapped the ground again. With the dazzling golden light, the whole ground began to burst, and the endless golden light penetrated into the center of the earth.

"Ah... Who are you, who are you, and why do you have such power..."

The jade tiger king cried out in fear. Hidden underground, he felt the smell of destruction in the golden awn.

Unfortunately, before the jade tiger king had time to get the answer, the only remaining ghost turned into dust under the golden light.

"Amitabha!"

The little monk bowed his head slightly and silently recited the Sutra of transcendence. Inevitably, he felt some sympathy for the jade tiger king who called the wind and rain three thousand years ago.

After a flash, the golden light on the ground converged, and the ground burst like ten thousand years of drought and flood.

At this time, the tomb has no controller and is rapidly collapsing. It only takes a few breaths to get here.

Nanmen Feng had already taken away the emerald bottle on the side of lanruyu's body. At this time, he saw the right time and jumped onto the mausoleum along the big hole just cut and hit, just like climbing the ladder of heaven

"Brother Nanmen, wait!"

With a cold hum, the woman in white quickly restrained the blue cloak behind her, and followed the steps of Nanmen Maple like a butterfly.

When the woman in white just reached the top of the mausoleum, a bottle was thrown at her, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand to pick it up.

The jade bottle is blue and white. There is a small black insect inside. It seems to be a poison eater.

The woman in white raised her head and looked at the maple in the south gate not far away. She was puzzled in her beautiful eyes.

"My physical strength has been exhausted, and I will be unable to fight for a long time. Relying on such a body, I can't defeat you!"

Nanmen Feng smiled bitterly and said, "it's better to give the poisonous insect to miss, which can be regarded as saving some face for yourself!"

With the voice of Nanmen Maple falling, his breath gradually began to subside, and immediately retreated to the high-level realm of naring realm.

The woman in white urged her soul to explore Nanmen Feng's body. As expected, she found that Nanmen Feng's body was extremely bad at this time, just like a lot of holes. Such an injury has absolutely no power to fight again.

She and Nanmen Feng were enemies. If Nanmen Feng hadn't given in at this time, she would have done it again.

In her opinion, nanmenfeng's practice at this time is the most correct.

"In that case, I'll thank you here."

The woman in white saluted the maple at the south gate and immediately jumped towards the gate of emptiness.

"Brother Qiwang, wait for me!"

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Soon after the woman in white left, the maple in the South Gate deeply highlighted a mouthful of turbid Qi, used an unknown knife as a crutch, and strongly supported his body towards the void door in the opposite direction.

After taking a few breaths, the little monk who had just taken the head of the jade tiger king from the mausoleum suddenly appeared on the side of Nanmen maple.

"Benefactor, it's wrong to cheat?"

The little monk said strangely.

"You... I Cao... You..."

Nanmen Feng was shocked. He didn't know where the strength came from. He suddenly pulled out the nameless knife and wanted to kill the little monk.

Nanmen Maple will give the Soul Eater to the woman in white?

How is this possible?

The bottle given to the woman in white just now is just a fake, and the real poison eater is now in the arms of Nanmen maple.

It's about Du Li's life. Even if Nanmen Feng is willing to become a villain, he will definitely get a Soul Eater.

When

For the little monk, Nanmen Maple's knife was weak at this time. He gently raised his fingers to clamp the blade of Nanmen maple.

"Little monk, I'm just talking. I don't intend to tell others about it. Benefactor, why should you be so alarmed!"

The little monk smiled, but in the view of Nanmen Feng, the smile was full of irony.

"Little bald lad, who the hell are you?"

Nanmen Feng clenched his teeth and asked. He always felt that the little monk was extraordinary and by no means an ordinary passer-by.

"Benefactor, I will always know. I can't say at this time!"

The little monk didn't care about the scolding of Nanmen Feng, and smiled gently.

"You should be glad I'm out of health now, otherwise I'll have to fight you!"

Nanmen Feng said coldly and angrily. Somehow, as soon as he saw the little monk's smiling face, he was angry at the bottom of his heart.

It seemed that he was naked in the little monk's eyes, and there was no secret at all.

"Hehe, there will be a chance!"

The little monk gently pinched his nose with his fingers, and then bowed down to leave.

This is the end of a journey to ancient tombs.

In order to find a suitable body for their ancestors, the Yi people published heroic posts and invited people to explore.

At the moment when the body and soul of the jade tiger king were broken, the Yi elders in the desert were aware of the crisis and hurriedly led the soldiers away.

Only a few hundred guards are still quietly waiting for their master's return in the tent.

Suddenly, the woman in white came out of the door of the void. Hundreds of people were boiling in an instant. They gathered around and wanted to ask about their childe and young master.

"Go away!"

The man in blue stamped his foot violently, and the powerful dignity instantly shocked everyone back.

"What's the matter, miss!"

After the crowd retreated, the man in green hurriedly took the woman in white by the arm and asked excitedly.

"Come on, let's go to Tianfeng city!"

The woman in white smiled, and her beautiful eyes were full of joy.

She answered the question of the man in blue with euphemism.

"Hahaha... Good... Good... Great, let's go now..."

The man in blue, who was more than eight feet tall, was as happy as a fool and hurried to walk away with the woman in white.

On the other side of the void gate, Nanmen Feng stumbled out with an unknown knife as a crutch.

Not long after he walked out of the door, the whole secret place opened by the array collapsed. With an earth shaking explosion, the ground at the Gobi was like a quicksand River, and there were countless deep pits.

Quicksand surges and gradually fills the pit. No one will ever know that it was once the mausoleum of an array master.

"Poof..."

Nanmen Maple walked hard in the desert. His meridians and muscles and bones were like burning pain, which made Nanmen Maple suddenly spit blood, and his body softened and fell into the sand dune.

"It's not my own strength, but I use it again and again. My Nanmen Maple really wants to die!"

The feeling of pain and numbness all over made it difficult for Nanmen Maple face to breathe, and his consciousness was gradually lax.

The scorching sun was still high, and there was no human shadow in the desert like the sea. The body of Nanmen Maple was gradually buried by the yellow sand blown by the wind.

I don't know how long it took. Suddenly there was a slight pain in my abdomen, and my body remained high. It seemed that it was being carried on my shoulder by some creature.

Nanmen Feng woke up. It was late now. He could see the stars in the desert. Nanmen Feng also found that the man carrying him was the 14-year-old monk.

"Little bald ladle, put me down quickly!"

Nanmen Maple shouted vigorously.

He could not bear to be carried on his shoulder as a sack.

Hearing the speech, the little monk took a quiet look at the South Gate maple and slowly put the South Gate maple on the ground.

"Where's my knife? Give it back!"

After Nanmen Maple landed, he cared more about his nameless knife than wondering that the little monk would appear to save him.

"Isn't the knife on the donor's back!"

The little monk frowned.

"Ho..."

The maple tree in the south gate was surprised and quickly reached out and touched the familiar handle of the black knife.

"Why are you here?"

With a knife, Nanmen Maple seems to have a soul, and his look gradually returns to his usual coldness.

"The little monk just returned from the Yi nationality, but he saw you lying in the desert, and several sand wolves surrounded you, so he took his hand to save you!"

The little monk said.

"Yi, are you a barbarian?"

The maple in the South Gate frowned slightly.

"Hehe... Benefactor is really a freak!"

The little monk smiled bitterly and said, "compared with where I come from, benefactor, shouldn't you say thank you to me first? After all, if I didn't show up in time, you would have become something in the belly of wolves. If I hadn't taken the initiative to deliver the power of truth for you, I'm afraid you would have run out of oil and died!"

"The power of Zhenyuan?"

Surprised, Nanmen Maple quickly explored his body with his soul force. He clearly saw a strange golden force. At this time, he was walking among the eight meridians and viscera. This force was very warm. The place he passed was like withered trees blooming, so that Nanmen Maple's body was warm.

Compared with the warmth of this golden power, Nanmen Feng cares more about his injury.

It's OK not to explore. Nanmen Feng suddenly burst into a cold sweat after this exploration. It's the first time he has suffered such a serious injury in his previous life and this life.

The meridians are dry and ready to crack. The internal organs are like dead trees. There is no breath of vitality. If it were not for the strange golden power, Nanmen Maple would die.

Nanmen Feng's surprise was seen by the little monk.

"Benefactor, you obviously only have the high-level spiritual power of the spirit realm, but you use the powerful power that doesn't belong to you. Maybe your moves are strong enough, but your body can't withstand the impact of such power. If you continue to use such moves, I'm sure you will explode and die next time!"

The little monk said firmly.