Rural Shennong

In everyone's imagination, the situation where Chen Ping was shot into a hornet's nest by the characters did not appear. The characters suddenly turned into a piece of fine golden light spots during the collision.

Chen Ping's outer garment also exploded into powder, but he was not naked, but a moon-white gown that he was wearing inside was exposed.

This long gown is exactly the treasured gown that Chen Ping snatched from Shangguan Weiluo before, and its defense is extremely strong.

Seeing Chen Pingzhi being knocked back two steps, he raised his feet vigorously and rushed towards Minglan, everyone's mouths were opened to the limit, enough to stuff thousands of ostrich eggs.

Mao Kunming's wild laughing expression froze on his face, completely destroying his image of Yushu Lingfeng, making him look extraordinarily ridiculous at the moment.

When they recovered from the shock, there was an uproar at the scene.

"Is Dongqing a strange beast in human skin? How could his body be so strong?"

"Monster, he's not human!"

"It's too scary. The six-character mantra can't kill him, or even hurt him. Shangguan Weiluo's loss is not wronged at all."

"Yan Luo Shuangsha just died. If they had known that Dong Qing was so strong, they would never have come to intercept and kill Dong Qing."

Hearing this, the faces of the people at the Beastmaster Sect became very ugly.

"Damn it, he's just relying on that precious clothes, what's the big deal."

"His precious clothes were snatched from our young suzerain."

"This shameless robber, he is not worthy to be the young master of a big sect!"

Cheng Xi and the others, who have been in the Raging Tide Hall for a hundred years, immediately retorted.

"Fuck your mother, even if you put on that precious clothes, you will be shaken to pieces."

"You need to be strong to strike iron. Our young suzerain is invincible in magic. If you don't wear that precious clothes, the six-character mantra can't hurt him."

"What's the matter with using the treasure clothes? Our young suzerain snatched it with his own ability, so why not use it?"

People from the two sects quarreled, and there was a sign of a big fight over a disagreement.

A few monks also came from Motuo Temple, but they all kept silent and didn't say a word.

They also don't participate in the disputes between the other two sects, as if Ming Lan, who is in a life-and-death confrontation with Chen Ping, has nothing to do with their Mo Tuo Temple, otherwise the situation will be even more chaotic.

It's just that these people all looked back at Mao Kunming.

They really didn't mean anything else, it was just that Mao Kunming laughed too loudly just now, which caught their attention.

But Mao Kunming didn't think so, he felt that those monks seemed to be blaming him for his crow's mouth, and seemed to be laughing at him for slapping himself in the face.

Mao Kunming was ashamed and annoyed, his face was on fire, and he pressed his lips tightly.

He was already ashamed, but Bao Zhixi still didn't let him go: "Senior Brother Mao, what did you just say? I didn't hear clearly!"

Mao Kunming's face darkened: "The battle is not over yet, Dongqing was lucky to escape temporarily, but he can't escape the final defeat!"

The people outside were so frightened that there was almost a commotion. Ming Lan, who was in the midst of the battle, was even more shocked.

He didn't know that Chen Ping had practiced casting a golden body, and with the blessing of that precious garment, he would naturally be able to bear his six-character mantra.

Now he really has the illusion of facing a piece of human-shaped fallen gold.

Seeing that Chen Ping was about to rush towards him, how could Ming Lan dare to fight a rough-skinned and thick-skinned monster like Chen Ping in melee.

He quickly retreated, retreated into the dharma form, and shouted loudly: "There is no form and no self, the true self is the dharma form!"

Following his movement and loud shout, the dharma figure instantly changed from a three-headed and eight-armed image to Ming Lan's own image, and the height also shrunk by [-] to [-]%.

Even so, the new Dhamma has a height of exactly four meters.

Moreover, compared with the previous illusory three-headed and eight-armed method, the current Minglan method is more solid than I don't know how many times.

Every eyebrow on the new figure is clearly visible. If you don't look carefully, it's really easy to see this figure as a large bright blue that has swelled several times.

The large Ming Lan swung the Buddhist bell on her body, and it turned into a battle armor. Then she held the Demon Subduing Pestle and threw it at Chen Ping with a roar.

Chen Ping held the huge sky-cracking epee in both hands, and he smashed the subduing magic pestle head-on without any fancy.

"Boom!"

A big hole was smashed into the ground, and Chen Ping's figure was no longer visible. People outside could only see the large Ming Lan constantly picking up the Demon Subduing Pestle and smashing it down, just like digging the ground.

Mao Kunming felt that Minglan was doing well again, he raised his hands and cheered loudly: "Zhan Master Minglan's true self-appearance is worthy of being the true teaching of the Motuo Temple. When I saw it today, it was really fierce and powerful."

"Dongqing shouldn't anger Zen Master Minglan, but it is his honor to die under Zen Master Minglan's true self!"

In fact, Chen Ping was not as miserable as he looked, nor did Ming Lan get his head broken.

It's just because silver is too soft, you can bite it with your teeth, and the ground full of silver mines is the same, it can't bear the pressure of Minglan's attack from top to bottom, and a big hole is pressed out. Chen Ping fell into the pit.

Outsiders couldn't see it, but from Ming Lan's perspective, Chen Ping in the pit fought against him frantically, without losing the slightest bit.

Of course Mao Kunming couldn't see what was going on in the pit, so he even glanced at Bao Zhixi proudly: "Zhixi, what do you think?"

Before Bao Zhixi could answer, Mao Kunming felt a powerful wave of air roaring from a distance.

He turned his head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the air wave.

Looking at it this way, he almost fell off his Luanfeng's back.

I saw that Minglan's falling magic pestle had already been released from his hand, and countless soaring sword qi spewed out from the invisible pit like a volcanic eruption.

Ming Lan turned the antique little clock upside down, with the mouth of the clock facing upwards and the bell button facing downwards, the true self and Dharma figure sitting inside, hiding it tightly, and only then escaped being pierced by the sudden eruption of sword light. A disastrous end.

The sword light continued continuously, piercing the little clock with a stream of shining sparks.

It has to be said that Minglan's little clock is too hard.

After Chen Ping used Berserk, his attack power increased several times, but he was not even shattered by the more terrifying sword light jet and the thicker chain of destruction law.

The little bell can hold it for the time being, but the phantom shadow of the giant bell covering the entire island can't.

The jet of sword light was scattered by the small bell, piercing the giant bell mask with large ripples, flickering and flickering.

The next moment, Chen Ping's figure jumped out of the big pit like lightning, and grabbed the button of the small clock in midair.

The bell button is the part of the hanging ring on which the rope hangs on the Buddhist bell, which is integrated with the bell.

Chen Ping grabbed the bell button, shouted loudly, and threw the little clock to the ground: "Get out!"