Exploring Weird Lands: Playing as Unshakable Bilian at the beginning

Zhang Qilin's stuffy mouth finally spoke, and he pointed in the direction where the light was shining: "Want to help?"

"His force seems to be able to walk sideways in Shenyin Valley?"

It is true that since Fa Chi entered Shenyin Valley, he has defeated many demons and ghosts along the way. Does he need help?

"Go and see, come back before dawn."

Zhang Qilin turned his head and glanced at Lin Jingzhe, who was sleeping in the tent, snoring, and put the ancient black gold knife on his back: "Let's go."

Chu Lan nodded, and ran wildly in the forest behind him.

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Wen Changjin seemed to be exhausted, standing on a thick branch, panting heavily.

The other two, Fa Chi standing on the branch, were also panting heavily, while Mo Ling from the Mo family was urgently repairing her Rubik's Cube.

She didn't expect Shushan's sword to be so sharp. She just used the fan under her feet to turn into a knife to block the sword energy, and a corner was cut off.

This is made of 3000-year-old iron wood, whose strength is comparable to alloys, but it was still cut by sword energy.

She squatted silently on the ground to repair the Rubik's Cube. Fortunately, Ironwood still had some scraps, but she needed to go back to Mo's house to completely repair it, so she could only make do with it here.

Wen Changjin was a little embarrassed: "Miss Mo, I'm really sorry."

A smile rose from the corner of Mo Ling's mouth. She tore off the face towel and looked at Wen Changjin: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, her eyes suddenly turned cold: "If you don't attack Momen, you will love your life!"

Black mist surged around her again, like an ink painting. Just as Wen Changjin lamented the power of the Mohists again, thousands of black sword auras flew out of the black mist, with the posture of cutting everything, towards Wen Changjin Jin Fei is here.

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Chapter 96: The Result of the Battle

All the branches and leaves in the forest that obstructed the black sword energy were cut off.

All of a sudden, broken branches and leaves flew around in the forest.

Wen Changjin's pupils shrank, and he quickly chanted a mantra, and a golden circular formation appeared in front of him, blocking all the flying black sword energy.

Chu Lan and Zhang Qilin who had just arrived saw this scene and looked at Mo Ling standing on the ground in shock.

This young girl is so strong!

It seems that she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, right?

After practicing for a few more years, I am afraid that the so-called great disciple of Longhushan will not be her opponent anymore.

Sure enough, the people who survived to the end were all monsters.

"How did the three of them fight?"

Chu Lan naturally knew Wen Changjin, a Taoist priest from Mount Shu.

Unlike those big disciples, what kind of face is that?

Zhang Qilin shook his head as usual, expressing that he was not clear.

The two hid in the dark, quietly watching the changes in the battle situation.

Seeing Wen Changjin's gap in the defensive spell, Fa Chi quickly made up for it with a Dawei Tianlong.

In an instant, a golden light rose up, illuminating the entire forest, and a golden dragon loomed in the golden light, smashing towards Wen Changjin.

Wen Changjin calmly took out a compass from his bosom, infused with spiritual power, the compass shone brightly, and was tightly protected by a round cover, and the insane Dawei Tianlong smashed him more than a dozen times, but he still couldn't catch him. The solution, on the contrary, was himself, who was a little embarrassed by Wen Changjin's sword control.

Every time his Zen staff collided with Wen Changjin's sword, his arms were numb.

He was a little unbelieving. He originally thought that he and Mo Ling could win Wen Changjin together, but now that someone blocked him so easily, it would not be good for his reputation to spread the word!

Thinking of this, he sat cross-legged on the ground, and the Zen staff stood up by itself.

And he himself, exuding Buddha's light all over his body, is like an eminent monk.

He kept chanting mantras, and the mantras in his mouth turned into illusory words and fell on the beads in his hand.

Over there, Mo Ling was still fighting with Wen Changjin. Her swordsmanship was extremely sharp, and every move hit her vital point. It didn't look like a sparring match at all.

It seems that she still has a heart for Wen Changjin who cut her Rubik's Cube.

Wen Changjin looked very relaxed, and kept backing away, only choosing to block with his sword when the unavoidable sword energy came.

After finishing the following mantra, the Buddha string in his hand burst instantly, and the 108 Buddha beads were full of Buddha's light, shining brightly in the dark night.

"go with!"

He spoke softly, and the 108 prayer beads seemed to have received an order, as if raindrops were falling on Wen Changjin.

Seeing this, Mo Ling quickly backed away to avoid these beads.

"Why?"

Wen Changjin sighed, each of these Buddhist beads is full of Dharma Idiot's life-long cultivation, if it is broken, the powerful backlash is enough to destroy Dharma Idiot.

As he backed away, he thought about how to deal with it.

This is a sparring, not a fight for life, he has no reason to destroy all these Buddhist beads.

While thinking, he let out a long sigh, stretched out his palm, bent down his ring finger, and a Tai Chi pattern rotated quickly.

Those Buddhist beads hit the Tai Chi pattern, as if they met cotton, they stopped spinning instantly, and embedded in Tai Chi.

And Wen Changjin was obviously under great pressure. Every time the Buddhist beads hit the Tai Chi pattern, he would groan, letting the power of the Buddhist beads flow into his internal organs, and then dissipate the energy in the internal organs.

It is not a perfect strategy to use internal organs to receive the attack. Every time he receives a blow, the damage to his internal organs will be aggravated.

Soon, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.

Seeing this, the Falun below also let out a long sigh.

For Buddhists, it is not a good thing to be too competitive.

He closed his eyes, recited the mantra silently, swung his sleeves violently, and all the remaining beads that hadn't hit the Tai Chi pattern flew back.