God level takeaway system

Each of these ten monks is like a god, as if they are not real people, and the lowest level is the Yuanshen stage.

Wang Mian's eyes flashed with sword light. He saw through the essence of these 10 monks, but they were all powerful people who abandoned their bodies.

Abandoning the existence of the physical body and tempering the primordial spirit as a physical body is naturally many times more powerful than ordinary monks, but there are also disadvantages, that is, once injured, the consequences will be very serious.

These ten people have solemn treasure appearances, and on the outside, they look like kind-hearted people.

These ten people looked down one by one, as if they were real except themselves, "Buddha," they were overlooking everything in the land of the common people.

"Amitabha," the head of Emei gave the highest Buddhist reception etiquette, bowed slightly with both hands for verification, and said: "Several monks, I don't know who came to Emei..."

Out of the ten old monks, a relatively young monk came out.

But this so-called youth also looks like he is in his 50s.

He walked a few steps and chanted the Buddha's name, but he showed no respect for people.

The language said contemptuously: "Are you the head of Emei?"

"That's right, that's right." Emei said, nodding repeatedly.

"Then it's easy to handle. I heard that your sect has a disciple named Xiao Qingxue, isn't that right?" said the monk.

"It's indeed a young disciple," said Emei's master, "those who are looking for young disciples"

"Our Shaolin Temple, the mountain gate is Xiaolin Temple, and we practice the method of joy.

The right thing is Yuan Shen Dao.

I just like the fragrance of heaven and the beauty of the country. I heard that your sect has a disciple who is beautiful and immortal.

And my uncle..."

At this time, the slightly younger monk directly pulled the oldest monk out of the crowd with his hands.

Even if this monk is in the state of primordial spirit, his teeth are gone, the primordial spirit is incomplete, and he has reached the end of his life.

Just like normal human beings are about to reach their longevity, their bodies begin to decay.

The old monk wobbled a few steps.

"My uncle is not the body of the primordial spirit." The monk interrupted and said, "My uncle, in the early years, there were some mistakes in the cultivation of the primordial spirit, but he could only let the body and the primordial spirit cultivate together."

Wang Mian's eyes widened, he thought just now that this old guy was an aging primordial spirit, but he didn't expect it to be his real body.

The head of Emei bowed and said: "That must be a senior. I, Emei, am not a school of medicine, but I can't do anything to the uncle of your school."

"No, my uncle's illness can only be treated by one member of your sect." Help. ""

Although the monk who spoke did not look at anyone.

But Emei's face was a little pale, and she had some bad premonitions in her heart.

But he still said with a puzzled face: "My Pai is just an ordinary female Pai, but I don't have any doctors."

"I don't need a doctor." The monk smiled strangely, looked at the head of the sect, and at the female disciple behind the head of Emei, and finally fixed on Xiao Qingxue.

There is greed and infatuation in his eyes. This kind of expression appears on the face of a monk. It is very strange, and it makes people feel eerie that the soles of their feet are cold.

"All you need is to combine Xiao Qingxue, a disciple of your sect, with my uncle, then my uncle can use the Sutra of Joy, and he will be able to get rid of his decayed body and focus on cultivating the primordial spirit." The monk said flatly.

There was no trace of obscenity in his words.

The ten monks also smiled strangely and looked at Xiao Qingxue.

Xiao Qingxue grabbed Wang Mian's arm tightly and refused to let go.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, everything is up to me." Wang Mian comforted.

"It's not good. You are members of the Buddhist sect. If you want to combine with a female cultivator, it will damage the majesty of the Buddhist sect." The head of Emei said with a look of embarrassment.

"My Buddhist practice has never been rigid. All that is not close to women is fine in my heart. If there is no woman in my heart, even if I get close to women, it is still practice." The monk said.

"Fart." Wang Mian couldn't help but shouted from behind the crowd.

Wang Mian had just finished speaking.

The great monk suddenly slapped Wang Mian without looking angry.

This palm directly condenses true energy into a huge golden palm of more than 10 meters.

With the boundless dazzling golden light, even the Emei disciples in the out-of-body stage trembled a little.

This is really a little scary.

Wang Mian snorted coldly, pushed away Xiao Qingxue beside him, directly pulled out the rusty iron sword, and swung it fiercely in the air.

Without any strong momentum, the big golden hand was chopped into two halves.

The monk of the Shaolin Temple who is a master of Yuanshen stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief.

Such power of primordial spirit, attached to any utensil, is the nemesis of any real object.

Attached to the steel, let the steel disintegrate in an instant, attached to the monk, and instantly hurt the opponent's soul.

Unless the other party is a person who is higher than his own realm.

But such a fierce blow was cut in half by Wang Mian lightly with the rusty sword in his hand.

Wang Mian jumped up.

The arrogant monk just now was also angry, and no one had ever challenged the majesty of Xiaolin Temple like this.

He directly turned into a Dharma form, and directly turned into a monster more than ten meters high with thousands of hands and eyes.

This is a golden elephant, but the so-called hands are elephant trunks.

At the top of each elephant's trunk are human eyes, the breath is extremely holy, but the appearance makes people feel creepy.

Wang Mian rushed forward with his sword in hand, and the rusty sword swept across his face.

Cut off two elephant trunks directly.

"what!"

The monster incarnated by the monk let out a scream, and the trauma to the primordial spirit was much more intense than the pain suffered by the body.

The biggest face in the middle, with blood-red eyes, said, "Cong Zi, although you are from Mount Shu, my Xiaolin Temple is not even afraid of Kunlun. It doesn't matter if I kill you, a bug from Mount Shu."

"Hmph," Wang Mian stood in the sky with his sword in his hand and said, "What Xiaolin Temple, Shaolin Temple, in my opinion, is a place where filth is hidden. I will kill you today, and see what you Xiaolin Temple can do to me."

Holding the rusted sword, Wang Mian rushed towards the huge monster again. Each elephant trunk of this monster swung faster than the flying sword.

Wang Mian absolutely believed that such a state of primordial spirit could also defeat the state of leaving the body.

He is not afraid of this person, he has some good intentions for the monk's teammates.

Especially the old monk who lost two of his teeth.

This monk made Wang Mian feel a little dangerous.

Wang Mian seemed to have gradually fallen into a disadvantage during the battle.

Xiao Qingxue in the distance was a little worried, and the Emei people naturally didn't dare to help any party, and they couldn't afford to offend that party.

While fighting, Wang Mian approached the old monk.

He was betting, betting that the old monk would not attack him suddenly.

Nearly ten steps away from the old monk, Wang Mian suddenly showed signs of being invincible.

He was slapped by the monster and flew towards the old monk.

The eyes of the old monk flashed brightly, but when dealing with a junior, if he made a move and was discovered, it would definitely be a shameful thing.

What's more, Wang Mian was already at a disadvantage in his opinion.

Wang Mian's body approached the old monk, and at a distance of 2 meters, suddenly the sword energy in his whole body surged, and Wang Mian hit a sword with his backhand.

Although it happened suddenly, the old monk didn't think that he would be killed by a kid in the Yuanshen realm.

But if this kid dared to kill him or sneak attack him, then he would make him despair.

Even a few of his companions thought this way, how could a boy in the Yuanshen realm kill a strong man in the Dongxu realm? You must know that the head of Shushan is also in the Dongxu realm, although this Dongxu realm is exhausted. Dry, but it is not a person in the realm of the soul who can hurt the slightest.

Suddenly, the old monk felt that something was wrong, his sight and angle of view became a little wrong, and he felt that the surroundings were spinning, "Is there a master?"

He hurriedly used his mana, but was shocked to find that he was actually cut off from his own mana.

The next moment, he saw that his comrades were stunned, the golden monster stopped attacking.

And the kid who was going to kill him just now was cutting his dying body to pieces with a rusty sword, turning it into pieces.

"Ah—" His head widened his eyes, his face was full of disbelief and horror, "You..."

His consciousness gradually blurred, Wang Mian turned around and looked at him with a slight smile.

This is the old monk's last consciousness.