C110

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In the sandalwood fragrance fog, the fragrant oil lotus lamps flickered with a golden and bright luster, solemn and dignified.

Wu Chen looked at Mu Tu who seemed to be a little doubtful, and said softly: "My master has left instructions at the end of the day, Master Mu's nature is kind yet brutal, everyday when you calm your heart and recite the sutras, it will eliminate the demonic nature of yours.

"Relax, it's not Suzhou Government, we locals all know that it's a snake-rat nest." Wu Chen secretly pushed the force behind Mu Tu's arm away, and then patted his shoulder.

Wu Chen slowly walked into the rear hall. It was a pitch black cubicle, three sides were made from metal, and inside the cubicle there was a locked iron cage. Inside the cage, there was a fat monk with ragged clothes tied up with iron chains.

The monk's face was red, but his eyes were gold, upon seeing Wu Chen enter, he revealed a happy expression.

"Uncle Master, you've gotten sick again. Back then, the ancestor issued a strict order for you to spend your entire life in this Thousand Revolution cage. I don't have the key here." Wu Chen respectfully sat on a praying mat in front of the iron cage.

"That's right, the key, the old bald donkey actually purposely hid it away and didn't tell anyone until his death. It's gone, it's gone!" The fat monk was muddle-headed as he shook his head and sighed.

Suddenly, he began to struggle fiercely. He straightened the iron chains and the golden light in his eyes glowed with a blood-red light.

"No, that's not right. I still have Junior Brother Yuan Yuan, he will help me with that Three Air Destructive Heart Technique, right, and that's right! Wu Chen, quickly go and bring the Three Air Destructive Heart Technique back to me. "

"Amitabha, Martial Uncle, did you forget?" You have long mastered the Three Air Destructive Heart Technique, but you still cannot let go of the killing intent in your heart. You wanted to use your inner strength to break through the Patriarch's Thousand Revolution Cage, but didn't think that you would be completely possessed by the devil. " Wu Chen slowly stood up and bowed, then prepared to take his leave.

Who would have thought that Yuan Tu's voice would suddenly become pitiful again, "Junior Brother, he was afraid of me, hated me, and chose to free himself in the end. How could Three Space Destruction resist the Life and Death Trials? But if he can help me channel the anger of the Liver Meridian into my Heart Sutra, I will be able to fade away and return to the Holy Spirit Realm. With just the power of the two of us, we can definitely break this Thousand Revolution Cage.

His voice suddenly became louder, and his wrist began to bleed from the iron chain. However, Yuan Tu smashed towards the Thousand Revolution Cage again and again, as if he did not feel anything.

"Amitabha, that was something you asked for. If you had listened to Master's advice and used the Three Air Destructive Heart Technique to empty the anger in your Liver Meridian, that would have been nothing more than that."

"You don't understand. How do you know that when I empty the Liver Meridian, my Qi will slowly deteriorate. I'm only one step away from Transcending. I can't accept this." In the past, the Patriarch of the Seven Fiends Sect had also reached my level. In the end, he gave up, but as for what happened to him, I will not let myself be like him. "

"Seven Fiends Sect, the benefactor just now seemed to be a disciple of Seven Fiends Sect as well!" Wu Chen muttered as he looked at the crazed Yuan Tu.

"What?" He is a person from the Seven Fiends Sect, he is that one star. Wu Chen, quickly go and find him. Yuan Tu's fists began to fiercely strike towards his head, without holding back at all.

Blood slowly dripped from the corners of his mouth and down his cheek. However, his ruddy complexion quickly returned to normal, without the slightest hint of injury.

"Amitabha, Great Master, Wu Chen will take his leave," Wu Chen said as he placed a Calming Incense into the incense burner inside the room.

"Wu Chen, tonight, quickly bring the two officers here. Remember to be a child, ah ah ah, come back, Wu Chen, come back here!"

In the afternoon, Xiong Zifeng removed the sackcloth bandages around his body and went to the back of the mountain to wash himself under the waterfall. Because he had trained horizontally all year long, his wounds healed extremely quickly. With the [Thirty-six Heavenly Dipper Fist] art that Mu Tu had given him, his mood was also exceptionally jubilant.

The [Heavenly Dipper] technique required energy to accumulate, which was suitable for him who was not a third-rate expert. The Diamond Gate technique focused on external techniques and training, requiring a large amount of nourishing medicinal ingredients to slowly consume time to be tempered, and the Yellow Sand Mysterious Art of Nine Serenities also required a lot of tonics, so it was not suitable for the current pace of cultivation.

Astral Boxing was different from the other fist techniques. There was only one way to fully grasp the power of the attack, and that was to have as much inner strength as possible. It was suitable for him to practice the Heavenly Dipper Boxing Art right now.

Mu Tu enviously watched as Xiong Zifeng walked away confidently, then turned around and went into the house to learn the recitation of the 'Great Obscure Scripture' from Wu Chen's little master. With the chanting sound entering his ears, his heart was exceptionally calm, and after the Round Mage had suppressed the blood veins in his eyes, Mu Tu felt much more at ease.

As the Heart Sutra said, can eliminate all suffering, true, silent read the Heart Sutra, noisy emotions themselves precipitated.

The bone energy in his body slowly seeped into his body through the kidney meridian, his internal energy circulated through his Four Five Mysterious Techniques for a cycle, erasing the cold caused by the bone energy, and his internal energy slowly transformed into internal energy hidden inside his bones and muscles. With one step, he entered the ranks of the second-rate master, and the rest slowly accumulated until the water flowed into his body.