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The sword qi of the six-vein divine sword scattered the Great Nirvana palm, and the four monks of Wuxiang could not take it back, and the internal force suddenly declined, and it took a while to recover. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiao Yuesheng used the Great Nirvana Palm to wrap the scattered palm power, fuse, and roll it back, at that time, the old monk of Wuxiang was stunned and lost his mind, and he didn't notice it.

changed to others, and he couldn't see Xiao Yuesheng's methods at all, and the Northern Shengong was unaware.

Xiao Yuesheng's internal strength increased greatly, and he didn't care about the pain in the meridians, so he desperately urged them to incorporate them into the acupoints one by one, filling up twenty acupoints.

Now, more than 360 acupuncture points around him have been filled with more than 200 places, and he is faintly frightened, and he doesn't dare to absorb internal force anymore.

"The old man has lost!" The old monk got up slowly, slowly tithing, although his voice was clear, but it was a little difficult.

As soon as these words came out, there was silence outside the entire hall, and the breeze swept through the treetops, whistling softly, which was extremely clear.

Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly: "The kid is lucky, slightly better!"

Wuxiang turned his head, glanced at Fahua, then looked at the monks, and turned to the three monks behind him, they were thin, sitting cross-legged on the ground, their eyes slightly closed, they were pranayama, and their heads were white.

"Alas...... , it's old, it's useless......" Master Wuxiang shook his head and sighed, his expression was lonely and gloomy.

He turned to the abbot of Fahua and saluted: "Abbot, the old man is ashamed, he can't compare to this Xiao Shizhu, and he invited himself to face the wall for ten years!"

"Uncle Wuxiang, I can't help it!" Abbot Fahua hurriedly raised his hand.

Although Master Wuxiang looked young, his figure was lonely, as if he had been old for more than ten years all of a sudden, and his spirit was slowly declining, as if the leaves were slowly withering.

Abbot Fahua hurriedly said: "Uncle Shi, Master Xiao is prepared, his martial arts are strong, let's close the temple, there is nothing to say, it is not Uncle Shi's sin!"

"The old man has been cultivating all his life, and the four of them can't beat a young man together, and his martial arts practice in this life is too poor, and he has no shame!" Master Wuxiang shook his head.

He turned to Xiao Yuesheng and said slowly: "Master Xiao, the old man is cheeky to ask for advice, what kind of martial arts is Lord Xiao performing?"

"Six-vein Divine Sword!" Xiao Yuesheng said, smiling slightly: "Dali Tianlong Temple is a master of the temple, and the kid will be able to cultivate it by chance." ”

The old monk of Wuxiang groaned for a moment, showing a thoughtful look, and after a while, he raised his head and said in surprise: "That should be Lord Duan?"

Xiao Yuesheng shook his head: "I am not in the Duan family, but I have a friend surnamed Duan, who learned this sword technique from other places." ”

"Amitabha, good, good!" the old monk clasped his hands together, a smile appeared on his face, and nodded: " It turned out to be the six-vein divine sword known as the first sword in the world, and the old man was defeated under the Yijin Sutra and the six-vein divine sword, and he was not wronged. ”

"The master's skills are profound, and I admire them,...... The Great Nirvana Palm really lives up to its name!" Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile.

The old monk shook his head, his expression became indifferent, and he didn't seem to care about everything.

He slowly raised his hands and titheed to the monks, his movements were slow and sluggish, there was an old dragon bell, and the three old monks behind him slowly stood up and followed him to tithe.

All the monks joined together, bowed and bowed, they did not say a word, and their expressions were solemn.

The old monk sighed, shook his head, turned around, and slowly walked towards the back, the other three monks together, their steps were staggering, their backs were desolate, and they gradually disappeared in the distance Xiao Yuesheng sighed secretly, and his heart couldn't bear it, but when he thought that they were the royal monasteries of the Western Xia, they were the spiritual pillars of the Xixia people, and their hearts hardened again.

Looking at the desolate backs of Uncle Wuxiang, Fahua's heart was sour, and he couldn't help but want to cry, secretly hating himself for being incompetent and lacking in martial arts.

He took a deep breath, suppressed everything, his face returned to calm, slowly turned around, and clasped his hands together to Xiao Yuesheng: "Master Xiao, please go to the Scripture Pavilion with the old man!"

Xiao Yuesheng laughed and clenched his fists: "Abbot Fahua, I'm going to say goodbye!"

Fahua was turning around to leave, and when he heard the words, he was stunned, and hurriedly turned back, looking at him in surprise: "Master Xiao, don't you want to see the ...... of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of our temple?"

"I'm really curious about the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of your temple, and I want to take a look, but not now!" Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and said with a smile: "If one day, the master of your temple can defeat me, I will come to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look,...... Farewell!"

After saying that, he let out a long laugh, and in a flash, the figure disappeared in place, appeared under the steps, and flashed again, appeared outside the mountain gate, and disappeared.

The monks looked into the distance in a daze, their expressions were heavy, his laughter was clear and soft, still lingering, but the people were gone.

Abbot Fahua's face was solemn, staring into the distance in a daze.

An old monk came to him and said in a low voice, "Abbot, would you like to ask the four masters to take action personally?"

Fahua turned his head to look at him, shook his head, and sighed: "Senior Brother Fayan, the four senior uncles are burdened with heavy responsibilities, how can they be alarmed?"

This old monk is tall and burly, with a square face, and he is tight, like a piece of iron.

He shook his head and snorted, "When is it?!...... It's about the life and death of my Kaye Nyorai Temple, how can you think so much?"

"Let me think about it......" Abbot Hokke muttered, his frost-white eyebrows furrowed.

Xiao Yuesheng floated out of the Jiaye Rulai Temple, his expression was excited, his body method was tightened, a few ups and downs, and he came to a high mountain, and did not stop until the top of the mountain.

At this time, it was already evening, the sunset was slanting on the western mountains, the afterglow was all over the sky, the clouds were burning everywhere, and everything around was dyed red.

His body was surging, his internal force was boiling, and the absorbed palm power was restless in the acupoints, rushing out and entering the meridians.

This great nirvana palm is powerful, not only in its palm, but also in its internal force is pure and weird, burning all internal force, devouring and strengthening itself, domineering and abnormal.

He sat cross-legged on a big rock on the top of the mountain, closed his eyes slightly, pinched the seal with both hands, and quickly entered the fixed state, the breeze was slow, blowing his green shirt.

The sun sets, and the twilight is shrouded in mist.

Then, the twilight thickens and gradually turns black, and when night comes, a bright moon hangs high in the east, looking down on the earth, and shedding a faint clear light.

Xiao Yuesheng was motionless, pinching the seal in his hand, which seemed to be integrated with the mountains and rocks next to him, indistinguishable from each other, and let the moon rise.

After a night of clouds, the morning dawn dewed, he jumped up, his body shook, the moisture suddenly flew away, and his clothes returned to dryness.

His eyes were as clear as substance, like two swords unsheathed.

His face was pale, as if there was a flow of light under his skin, which was clearly visible under the morning light, and the joy on his face was also clearly visible.

This time, he has a bumper harvest, four old monks, each of whom has ** ten years of cultivation, although he has not collected them all, but also to ten**.

According to Xiao Yuesheng's estimate, the cultivation of the four old monks without phase is not weaker than that of Tianshan Tong.

With such a cultivation, if you leave the Jiaye Rulai Temple and go to the Central Plains Martial Arts, you will definitely be able to stir up a big storm, why don't you move?

He sat down again, patted a large mountain rock with his left hand, and looked down at the mountain, his eyes were foggy, and his heart was thinking.

Such an old monster, who is content in Western Xia, does not come to the Central Plains to make trouble, and promotes the prestige of Jiaye Rulai Temple, not because they have a profound Buddhist cultivation and do not have the heart to compete for fame, but they have scruples.

In this way, in the Central Plains martial arts, there must also be such antique-level monsters, with profound cultivation and profound martial arts, but they are hidden.

For example, the sweeping monk of Shaolin Temple, the last time I went to Shaolin, I didn't see him, but I just felt it faintly.

Such a character, unless he has to do so, his cultivation is not to the highest level, he really doesn't want to provoke, so as not to cause trouble.

This time, he defeated the four old monks of Wuxiang, presumably the four old monks around the emperor will personally take action and regain face?

As soon as they left, it would be much easier to assassinate the Western Xia Emperor.

His purpose on this trip to Western Xia was twofold, one was to defeat the four old monks around the Emperor of Western Xia, and then to assassinate the Emperor of Western Xia.

And the assassination of the Western Xia Emperor is the primary purpose, defeating the four old monks, in order to also assassinate the Western Xia Emperor.

For a while, the Western Xia border was quite restless, and they kept plundering the people of the Great Song Dynasty.

Last time, it was considered that the emperor of Western Xia had a big life, and this time, no matter what, he had to accept his small life, which caused civil strife in Western Xia and gave the Great Song Dynasty a chance to breathe.

Although the Great Song Dynasty was rich, the soldiers were too weak, and after several defeats, the more they fought, the less confidence they had, which was really a headache.

Although he can't go to the temple and lead the troops, he can help, the soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty are not strong, and he can't strengthen himself, but he can weaken the opponent.

Defeating the four old monks and assassinating the Western Xia Emperor is more important, and he still knows which is more important.

On this trip to the temple, his purpose was not to force him to close the temple, but to absorb the internal force of the Great Nirvana Palm, and then purify it, change his internal force, and make it increase the power of devouring.

This is the wonderful thing about the power of the Great Nirvana palm, if it can be like this, it will be easier to purify the internal force, and moreover, the internal force of the Great Nirvana palm will enter the body, and it will be difficult to hurt oneself.

The principle is like the principle of vaccines in later generations.

And to be able to transfer the four monks around the Emperor of Western Xia, it is best to do so, even if you can't, you have to break in and try to assassinate again.

(To be continued)