When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

The glass cup was stolen, and it was still when the two of them were unprepared.

Yun Qingyue and Tan Xin's expressions changed at the same time, because they both thought of a possibility - those demon cultivators before were just cannon fodder, and the real person who did it was Huang Que, who took Liuli away in front of them. Zhan, I'm afraid it's not a simple character.

However, no matter what, it was impossible for them to let the Buddhist treasures fall into the hands of Moxiu, so they went after them without saying a word.

Yun Qingyue was originally watching Tan Xin worshiping Buddha, and stood closer to the window of the pagoda. Now he turned around and jumped out of the pagoda. She looked around in the air, and saw a remnant of Dao magic energy in the southeast direction at a glance, so she chased after it without hesitation. Although the white tiger came out one step behind her, it flew faster than her. At this moment, he rushed to catch up with a sprint, and even put his senior sister on his back, and hurriedly chased away.

This person left very quickly, almost disappearing in the blink of an eye. And Tan Xin, who was only a little slower than them, also chased out of the pagoda, but before leaving, she suddenly felt something, turned her head again, and looked at the decayed Buddha statue...

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The white tiger ran very fast, like the speed of the wind, and the surrounding scenery receded impatiently. It was the first time that Yun Qingyue was carried on his back by the white tiger when he was sober, and it felt quite novel. She grabbed the fur on the back of the white tiger's neck with one hand to stabilize her figure, and at the same time felt the difference between the big white tiger and the little white tiger.

Although this one is still a cub in essence, after it grows bigger, the white tiger's fur is no longer soft, but as hard as steel needles.

Yun Qingyue was half-focused on Bai Hu, but more attention was undoubtedly placed on the opponent he was about to face—Bai Hu was chasing very quickly, and it was only a trace of demonic energy, but she followed the trail and chased him up .

Something happened to Foguang Temple, the formation outside the temple was broken, and the continuous rain stopped.

The white tiger chased for hundreds of miles without touching his feet, and finally saw another... more precisely, it should be two other figures. She paused suddenly, tilted her head and said with some doubts: "Monk?"

That's right, it was a monk in red who appeared in front of one man and one tiger. His hair was cleanly shaved, his bald head glistened in the sun, and the nine old ring scars on his head could not be faked. Except for the red monk robe that looks a little different, like all Buddhist monks, he is full of compassion and peace all over his body, and he seems to be inseparable from the evil devil.

In stark contrast to the monk, the mount he was sitting on was a pictographic monster, just like the elephant Jiang Mo knew, with a huge body, ears like cattail fans, and a long trunk. nose. But compared with ordinary elephants, its skin has a metallic luster, and there are not one pair of ivory but three pairs. At the same time, each ivory is extremely sharp, and it seems that there is a faint smell of blood, and there are probably not a few people or beasts who died under these ivory.

This is a golem! The scarlet eyes and the devilish energy lingering around him all showed this point.

Baihu's eyes were attracted by the huge golem, but Yun Qingyue's eyes kept falling on the monk in red. She frowned, a little puzzled and uncertain flashed in her glazed eyes: "The demon monk has no form?!"

The monk in red laughed when he heard the words, but he looked very peaceful: "It's the poor monk."

Yun Qingyue's body suddenly tensed up, showing a defensive attitude, and the palms that were holding the back of Baihu's neck could not help but tighten. But she retorted: "Impossible. The demon monk betrayed the Buddhist sect three hundred years ago and fell into the devil's way. There is an age limit in the Canglan Secret Realm, and only monks under the age of 50 can enter. If you are really a demon monk, how about you How is it possible to come in?"

Wuxiang seemed to have a good temper, and she was still not annoyed when she heard the words. Instead, she explained to her in a gentle voice: "Why is this impossible? The female benefactor is from the three righteous sects, right? Your seniors can't enter the secret realm." , It’s just that they don’t want to come in. Like me, I only need to separate out a ray of spirit and occupy a young body, so why can’t I enter this secret place?!”

He said it lightly, but the fact is not the case at all, Yun Qingyue only heard madness from his plain words - it is not difficult to separate the mind and soul, and it can be done even if the cultivation base reaches the power of distraction. But ordinary monks separate out a ray of spirit, most of which are sealed somewhere, such as jade talismans, to serve as a life-saving trump card for younger disciples.

Such an approach will not bring any burden to the monk except for losing some vitality. Because the separated soul has been sealed all the time, ignorance has no effect on monks.

But Wuxiang's separation of spirit and soul is obviously not the case. He can actually use the separated spirit to occupy the body of others, so the separated spirit is destined to not be too small. Moreover, the separated soul is not sealed, but is always active, and memories and experiences will also affect the separated soul... This is no different from splitting a life into two.

If Jiang Mo knew this, it would be easy for her to describe it—this is the essence!

Yun Qingyue didn't know the word fine points, but the way she looked at Wu Xiang was no different from looking at a lunatic. At the same time, the alarm bell in her heart was completely sounded. God knows how strong is the strand of spirit separated by a distracted cultivator? !

After Wuxiang finished speaking, he looked at her quietly, as if he was still waiting for her to continue asking. After waiting for a while, seeing that Yun Qingyue didn't speak again, he joined hands and said, "Amitabha, is the benefactor finished asking?"

Yun Qingyue remained silent, but held the hilt of the Snow-covering Sword in his hand, and his vigilance was raised to the extreme.

Wu Xiang's face remained unchanged, and he didn't wait for her to speak, and continued: "The female benefactor shouldn't have chased after her. The poor monk didn't want to commit any more crimes, so he had to leave after taking what should be taken. But since you're here... Then stay."

As soon as the words fell, Wuxiang raised his hand, and a purple gold bowl was thrown into the air. The purple gold bowl, which was originally as big as a palm, grows when it sees the wind, and suddenly becomes bigger than the room, wrapped in golden red light, covering Yun Qingyue like covering the sky and the sun—under the cover of the purple gold bowl, The moment Jiang Mo looked up, he had the illusion that Bai Suzhen met Fa Hai.

"Get out of the way." Yun Qingyue didn't raise his sword to block it, but patted Baihu on the back and urged.

The white tiger naturally did not hesitate when he heard the words, and immediately fled from the cover of the purple gold bowl with a kick of four legs. And at the moment when she broke through the golden-red mask, Wu Xiang, who had been acting calm all this time, finally let out a soft "Huh".

However, no one paid any attention to the startled "Huh", because Bai Hu, who was very familiar with Yun Qingyue, had already noticed that her reaction was wrong. As soon as he got out of trouble, he hurriedly turned his head and asked, "Senior Sister, are you alright?"

Yun Qingyue jumped off the back of the white tiger, her pretty face turned pale, she shook her head and said, "No problem."

The purple gold bowl is a formless magic weapon, and the Buddha's light emitted has a suppressive effect on the enemy. And after he was enchanted, the purple golden bowl seemed to be tainted with hostility. Under the shroud of golden-red light, Yun Qingyue felt that the top of his head seemed to be pressed down by a mighty force, which almost made her unable to move. If it wasn't for Baihu who was not affected, I'm afraid she would be taken down by the opponent on the spot.

Jiang Mo didn't know this, and she couldn't feel Zijin Bo's oppression on her, but she could see that her senior sister was not doing well with the demon monk. She immediately stepped forward to block the senior sister behind her, and said: "Senior sister, leave this monk to me."

Yun Qingyue was about to speak when he heard the words, when Wuxiang smiled and said: "It turns out that it is really a white tiger beast... It just so happens that I still lack a tiger skin cushion."

As soon as these words came out, Baihu became furious on the spot. Fortunately, after the previous incident, she also knew that the demon monk in front of her was difficult to deal with, so she asked the system before rushing forward: "System, this guy is so arrogant, help me see what level he is."

The system didn't answer, and just silently turned on the battle mode.

So in Baihu's line of sight, a level and blood bar suddenly appeared on Wuxiang's head on the opposite side—

[Opponent: Demon Monk Wuxiang (□□)

Level: 55

Blood volume: 1358000000/1358000000]

Baihu's eager paws stopped instantly. Although the boss's blood volume was always thick when playing the game, and even though her character panel didn't show her blood volume, she didn't know how much her own blood volume was, but the level 55 above made Hu desperate. .

If she remembers correctly, she was level 47 before she left the customs and came to Mingcong Mountain. After entering Canglan Secret Realm, I gnawed grass and ate lotus root. The level has increased by more than 2 levels, and now it is a little bit close to 50... Don’t look at the difference between 49 and 55, which is only 6 levels, but this is the late stage of Nascent Soul and the middle stage of leaving the body difference. It's almost a big difference in realm, unless the demon monk in front of him is a parallel importer, how can it be so easy to challenge by leapfrogging?

Is the demon monk in front of him a parallel importer? A string of prayer beads thrown by Wuxiang on his own initiative told her, no!

Since Wu Xiang has become a demon, and has the title of a demon monk, he is naturally not someone who is easy to get along with. He had already said that he would use the white tiger's skin as a cushion, so naturally he would not show mercy. Seeing that the Zijin Bowl's suppression had no effect on Baihu, he simply waved to take it back, then changed hands and threw out the string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck.

There were a total of one hundred and eight Buddhist beads in that string, and when they were thrown out, golden charms flashed on each one. If an uninformed person sees it, they may think that it is some righteous magic weapon, but in fact those spells are used to seal evil spirits.

Incomparably, the vision of the leading demon cultivator before was much higher. Each of the 108 evil spirits sealed in the 108 prayer beads was extremely vicious. They were either villains who murdered the wilderness, or beasts who caused disasters, or they were remnant souls trapped in the ancient battlefield for thousands of years... He sealed them in Buddhist beads, and chanting sutras day and night was not for the sake of salvation , but to fully stimulate their ferocity.

At this moment, the Buddha bead was thrown out by Wuxiang, and the sealing spell on it flickered a few times before disappearing. The vicious soul in the Buddhist bead suddenly rushed out as if being pardoned, like covering the sky and covering the sun, almost completely blocking the sky and light.

The next moment, these vicious souls seemed to be ordered, and they rushed towards the white tiger with open teeth and claws.

That scene was scarier than any ghost movie Jiang Mo had seen before. She retreated subconsciously, but immediately remembered that her senior sister was still protected by herself, so she mustered up the courage to release her spiritual power, and her whole body suddenly glowed with gold.

The white tiger is a divine beast as well as an auspicious beast, the golden glow all over its body is not only sharp but also auspicious, and it is born to restrain ghosts and the like.

Sure enough, as soon as those fierce souls broke into the range of Jinmang, they were burned immediately. They wailed in pain, really like howling ghosts and wolves, not only harsh, but even arousing turmoil.

Yun Qingyue, who was guarded by the white tiger, felt dizzy at the moment, almost fell, and managed to stabilize his figure by inserting the sword into the ground. Although Baihu's soul is powerful and protected by the system, she was not affected by the crying and howling of these fierce souls, but her situation is not good-these fierce souls not only did not retreat after being burned, but became more fierce, even disregarding the golden light. Their injury, stepped forward to tear up.

This was not in vain, as the fierce souls tore and even gnawed fiercely, the golden light around the white tiger really dimmed a bit. Jiang Mo clearly felt that their actions had affected her, and an inexplicable coldness was coming towards her.

Bai Hu shivered unconsciously, feeling uncomfortable both physically and psychologically.