The old monster loves the poor monk

A small evil cultivator left the two demon kings at a loss. They said it was to make the Six Realms laugh out loud, but the tiger fell to Pingyang. One of them hadn't walked out of the seal, and the other was reincarnated and cultivating the demon to call the spirit stage.

Kong Ming was running fast in the pitch-black tomb passage, the spirit qi of his whole body was rushing in the veins of the Lingzhuo Seal, he counted the seconds.

1...2...3...

When he counted No. 11, he had already arrived at Song Shiyuan's tomb from the tomb of Chaos. He stepped on the Tiantie Talisman sculpture on the ground, put his hand on the sarcophagus lid and pushed it away. Song Shiyuan's body was lying quietly in the coffin. , raised his hand and clenched his fist to aim at Song Shiyuan's Tianling cover.

The fist fell, and a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Kong Ming's wrist. Song Shiyuan stood opposite the coffin, and Kong Ming couldn't move for a moment.

The spirit qi in the body is continuously poured into the spirit seal, and the power circulates in the body surgingly, strengthening layer by layer. Song Shiyuan feels that the power of emptiness is constantly breaking through and wants to break free from his shackles. Because it was the first time for Song Shiyuan to see him, he raised his other hand and patted it on his chest mercilessly.

A layer of purple light protects Kongming's chest, which is the power left by King Ming's body, and the purple bamboos born in the small world of Kongming Sea of ​​Consciousness still stand firm under the turbulence of the hurricane.

The two stood in a stalemate, Kongming stared at Song Shiyuan closely, Song Shiyuan is here now, what about Yu Ling and the others?How are they?

Kong Ming kept urging the spirit qi to spurt out of the meridians, Song Shiyuan raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that a mere monk in the spirit-calling realm would have such power, and his own palm could not break the purple qi that protected his body.

He wanted to see how far this little monk could go.

The ghost qi on Song Shiyuan's body became stronger, and the purple light on Kongming's body also became stronger. Countless clouds of purple smoke rose from the bamboo forest, condensing into strands of purple air that overflowed from the pores of Kongming's body surface. You must know that the purple air comes from the east. This term was first used on King Ming, his purple qi could dispel the evil qi in the entire Western Wilderness.

Surprise flashed across Song Shiyuan's eyes, he no longer retained his strength, and shot out with [-]% of his cultivation base. Although the purple light protected Kong Ming's body, Kong Ming retreated several meters under the powerful attack, and the breath in his chest Churning, a rusty taste filled the mouth, and bright red blood oozed out of the corners of the mouth.

Song Shiyuan looked at Kong Ming, he didn't think he needed to use a sword to deal with this monk, the situation forced him to use the sword just now, he was bullying the small with his big hand, raised his hand to close the coffin, Song Shiyuan flew over and gave another light palm Hit towards Kongming.

Although the movement was light, there was tremendous force in it. Kong Ming quickly dodged it, and his mind was constantly filtering the memories related to cultivation. There must be a way to restrain Song Shiyuan in his memory.

The two palms failed to deal with Kong Ming, Song Shiyuan's expression was a little cold, and he fell with another palm determined to win. This palm is still [-]% of the power, with the power of a net like a net, he is determined to let Kong Ming escape. Ming also had no intention of running away, and faced Song Shiyuan directly, with his hands crossed to form a seal of eliminating filth and ghosts, and the purple light condensed into a wisp of purple air that penetrated into the seal and instantly shined brightly.

Song Shiyuan's ghost qi is many times stronger than the Chuhui Mie ghost seal, but the power of a small handprint resisted his moves and continued to melt away The ghost qi, Song Shiyuan can even feel the tingling sensation when the ghost qi is melted and connected to his body. This handprint is actually specially designed to restrain ghost cultivation.

Song Shiyuan was also a great power of the famous formation thousands of years ago. The monks he has seen are like crucian carp crossing the river. He has also learned a lot of Buddhist methods, but he has never seen such a move that looks like a Buddhist but not like a Buddhist handprint. I have seen and heard that its power is so great that it can almost be said to be on his doorstep.

Song Shiyuan stared at Kongming closely, looking at his solemn and tense face, the anger in his eyes soared, who is this monk?

He raised his hand to summon the evil sword, and the black gemstone shining with dark brilliance reflected his and Kong Ming's faces on the hilt of the sword. Their eyes were solemn and murderous.

Memories are constantly waking up in the depths. The purple bamboo in the small world extends outwards. Countless thin bamboo branches in the void pull out their long bodies. The body of the purple bamboo continuously emits power under the void. He was the first person to speak the Dharma for him, and when the Buddha sat down and realized everything, when the Buddha smiled, he also smiled.

The Buddha said that one flower is one world, the Buddha laughed for every world, and he laughed for every world that has a Buddha.

He listened to the wind for tens of thousands of years in the wind, and heard the words that flowed over the years become the realization of the world. He fell into the way of demons, lived in the lower three realms, and experienced countless battles.

Song Shiyuan's sword stabbed towards him, and the tip of the sword touched the seal of eliminating filth and ghosts. This evil sword was refined from all the people who supported him thousands of years ago. There were three disciples, 70 guests, and more than a hundred servants. There are [-] subordinates, and even the dozens of craftsmen Song Shiyuan who participated in the casting of the sword refined them into ghosts to worship the sword. This sword gathers the soul and unwillingness of people, and it is the highest human power can achieve among the weapons made by Fanhuo. point.

A crack gradually appeared under the sword tip for the seal of eliminating evil and destroying ghosts. Seeing that the seal of eliminating evil and destroying ghosts was broken, Kong Ming immediately dispersed the seal of eliminating evil and destroying ghosts. A wisp of purple air wrapped around the sword and continued to expand. Kong Ming stared The body of the sword kept the purple air wrapped around the evil sword, and the evil sword couldn't move under the entanglement of purple air. Kong Ming gritted his teeth, he wanted to turn Song Shiyuan's evil sword into nothing, and he wanted to lose all the power of this evil sword.

Song Shiyuan clenched the evil sword tightly, feeling the purple qi dissipating the power of the sword, he poured ghost qi into the sword, and decided to compete with the wisps of purple qi.

The strength of the two of them competed on the same sword, the blood vessels in Kong Ming's hand swelled, and a faint purple light began to flash in the pupils of his eyes.

Song Shiyuan stood where he was, refusing to give in, the ghost energy on his face became thicker and thicker, his pupils dilated into a pitch black without the slightest expression.

Song Shiyuan felt like a thorn on his back, and the wisps of purple air were like maggots on the tarsus, which made it difficult for him to get rid of. He remembered something that Chaos had said casually. Could this man be one of their group of demons!No wonder!No wonder!If not, how could there be a human cultivator who can defy the sky to such an extent that he can fight against him just at the realm of summoning spirits? What about summoning spirits, Yuan Dan, and the limitations of the realm are nothing to these monsters. They are born strong, which is something that human monks can't match no matter how amazing they are.

This is why he hates Chaos so much.

He can't keep up with that woman's footsteps in his whole life, and it's hard to catch up with that woman in his life, so all he can do is guard her, lock her up, and don't give her any chance to break free from the seal and leave the tomb. An opportunity can wait until the day when I will be successful, but it is too far away, such a day is too far away.

Kong Ming looked at Song Shiyuan's eyes changed, with such deep hatred and jealous eyes, his dark pupils spread outwards, even the white part of his eyes was occupied.

That kind of aura made the hairs on Kongming's back stand up. Kongming didn't know what kind of demon Song Shiyuan had possessed, and the power in the evil sword became several times stronger.

Kong Ming saw that his hand trembled unconsciously, he couldn't drag it any longer, the purple air was still wrapped around the evil sword, but Kong Ming withdrew his hand and quickly moved towards the coffin in the tomb.

No matter how powerful Song Shiyuan is, his dead spot cannot be erased before the Dao is completed.

The evil spirit in Song Shiyuan's eyes increased sharply. He wanted to withdraw the evil sword but was still entangled by the purple air. He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and turned it vigorously, and the purple air escaped from the sword body and flowed into the air. And go figure.

Just now he was entangled by the purple qi and couldn't escape, but now he has lost the perfect place to stop Kong Ming.

And this sword is a sword that must be defended against. Forgive him for not daring not to dodge. If he does not dodge, his internal organs will be broken with one blow.

Kong Ming felt the sharp pointing of the sword behind him, and it came towards his back mixed with sinister sharpness. Kong Ming had never been a ruthless person who did things recklessly, but it never meant that he really wasn't. He is not, but he has never had anything in the past that required him to make a decisive decision regardless of everything.

And such a thing exists now.

Kong Ming didn't avoid it at all, he only looked at the huge coffin, approached, approached quickly, the coffin was right in front of him, jumped up, and clenched his fists.

The evil sword also came from behind, and the cold breath quickly approached.

Kong Ming's fist landed on the top of the coffin, and the evil sword pierced through Kong Ming's belly.

The sarcophagus shattered under Kong Ming's fist, and the corpse in the sarcophagus fell down along with the gravel, Kong Ming's fist followed, and the fist fell on the corpse's sky cover, and suddenly the tomb centered on the corpse. Song Shiyuan, who was holding the evil sword behind Kong Ming, let out a painful roar, and the sharp and terrifying voice echoed throughout the tomb.

Song Shiyuan's form began to slacken. He tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand, turned it hard, and then his soul dissipated behind the evil sword, and the evil spirit still lingered in the tomb. Kneeling down on the ground, looking down at the sword edge piercing through his stomach with a pale face, his black T-shirt was wet with blood, Kong Ming stretched out his hand to touch it, the dark red color stained his fingers .

Kong Ming gritted his teeth, clamped the blade with his fingers and pushed back inch by inch, the purple air diffused in the air returned to his body, the evil sword was covered with Kong Ming's blood, and the two holes on the hilt had become The dim black gem lighted up again.

Kong Ming couldn't see behind him, countless black air came out from the sword covered with his blood, the black air gathered bigger and bigger, almost covered half of the tomb chamber, Kong Ming only felt a tingle in his back. He was cold, thinking it was due to excessive blood loss, but when the black air enveloped his head, his already dull perception finally realized the abnormality of this matter.

The evil sword fell on the sky iron with a clang, and a huge black air gathered towards his wound.

They actually wanted Kongming to be their next container.

Kong Ming took two steps back, clenched his teeth and made a mark of eliminating impurity and ghosts, blood dripped on the ground and formed a puddle of blood, now he is only supported by spiritual qi and purple qi, if he is exhausted, this body will be ruined However, even if his soul is the soul of King Ming, if this body is broken, he can only re-enter reincarnation or take away others.

Kong Ming raised his hand and withdrew the Seal of Eliminating Contamination and Exterminating Ghosts. The black air slowly approached and penetrated into his wound that was continuously gushing blood. With the influx of black air, the blood in the wound began to stop flowing and heal slowly. The last ray of black air penetrated into his body, and the last faint red marks on the wound disappeared, and under the blood-soaked torn T-shirt were intact skin and muscles.