Bang, crisp, the brute was not polite at all, and the slap fell and slapped Zhenghua's left cheek.

Separated by a legal net, Futu can't exert his strength even if he has a strong force, and the flower hits but there is no pain at all, which is similar to the feeling of a fallen leaf being blown to his cheeks by the wind. However, a slap is a slap, and this 'move' has no lethal power, and it is specially used to slap the face.

After being slapped in the face, Fu Tu's voice was Sensen: "Who am I a demon? If I am a demon, there will be no Buddha in the universe!"

Fu Tu waved his palm in the net, but his hand was not lowered - half an arc, no matter how high he was, the slap was always in pairs, and he had to be pumped anyway.

Zhenghua's face became gloomy, and her body moved slightly and wanted to retreat, but the voice of the abbot of the water mirror behind him came again:

"Don't hide, don't hide. ”

After saying that, Shui Jing laughed again: "Zhenghua nephew, why are you so stupid, why are you so stupid, can't you still see it!"

Zhenghua was stunned when she heard this, but before she could think about it, Fu Tu in front of her and in the net suddenly turned his gaze and no longer paid attention to Zhenghua, and the barbarian's dark eyes looked at the water mirror: "Bald, you cast a spell to catch me with a net?!"

It's not bad, I was blindfolded for a while and couldn't figure out what happened, but at this moment, after a little thought, I suddenly realized, and my face was full of joy: "It turned out to be"

The cheers were interrupted by a crisp sound, and Fu Tu's palm fell on Shui Jing's face.

The dignified holy monk, a generation of Tianjiao, the living Buddha of Mitiantai, received a slap in the face, but he was not half annoyed. On the contrary, his face was full of joy.

Of course, no matter how happy he was, he was slapped in front of a group of juniors, and the embarrassment in the depths of his eyes couldn't be hidden. The water mirror was not allowed to dodge Zhenghua, but he himself had already taken half a step back when he took the first blow and did not wait for the second drop to fall on his face, and bowed: "The last school is the last, and the middle earth water mirror leads the younger generations of the same sect, and welcomes the Holy Sword Divine Venerable."

Syllable!

The palm of the butcher fell again.

But Shui Jing bowed down, and he couldn't slap this palm, and changed it to a bald head.

Su Jing is basically a sensible person, but there is a restlessness hidden in his nature, or called 'wildness'. with the dwelling of the living. From the age of fifteen, he rode the black wind and suffered a robbery of six taels. The fact that he dared to jump directly from the eagle's back to the ground can be seen.

When Tu Wan enters the body and refines the Great Sage Jue, the former is sword mad and the latter is demonic, these madness will not affect his original heart, but it can also be regarded as a kind of 'release' for the restlessness in his root nature. Arrogant people. A palm slid over the bald head of the 'holy monk'. It feels indescribably good. Suddenly, the barbarian Fu Tu laughed loudly!

The two generations of eminent monks present at the scene have all understood by now, and they are all overjoyed, and there is a problem with the method of refining true knowledge that the water mirror passed on to Futu? On the contrary, the secret method has a miraculous effect, and the practice of Futu has made him crazy? It is true that he has lost his mind temporarily, but he is by no means crazy.

His loss of mind and mania are due to the cultivation of secret methods that make his true consciousness suddenly stronger, and the capture of the holy sword spirit rhino is also because the true consciousness is too powerful, so that his mind is confused, and his situation is not explained by two reasons: one is that he was possessed by the remnant spirit of the holy sword, and the other is because he perceived the spirit of the holy sword, which led to his rhapsody and delusion, making him mistakenly think that he was the holy sword.

The former is passive, and the latter is active, but whether it is passive or active, it is Futu who 'contacts' the holy sword, which is also the reason why he exudes the sky-high sword intent and the thick ink-colored aura.

The monks were overjoyed, but after laughing wildly, the barbarian Futu's expression suddenly changed to howling and crying, and when he cried, there were only two words in his mouth repeatedly: "Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter!"

The voice was sad, the voice was shocking, and the holy sword aura emanating from Fu Tu's body became stronger and stronger, and more and more heavy!

This aura is absolutely impossible to fake, there is no ink giant spirit in the world of Middle Earth, it is impossible to have such a strong true color aura, even Shi Xiaoxiao and Yuan Yi can't exude such a pure momentum.

The same ink-colored practice, while appreciating the innocence of the ink-colored sword intent on Futu's body, the senior monks present also clearly noticed that their true consciousness and spiritual sense were disturbed by the ink intent scattered by the barbarians, and became blurred and distorted.

Great joy!

"Dare to ask where the Holy Sword Divine Venerable is stationed now, the junior Shui Jing is willing to ask the Holy Sword to return to its true color, and dare not resign even if he dies!" In addition to excitement and trembling, Shui Jing's voice was a little hoarse. It is hard to imagine that the holy monk who has practiced meditation all his life and pursued inner peace can be excited that the water mirror is no longer under the light of the Buddha, proficient in all kinds of Buddha's wonderful methods, and is still a monk in his clothes, but he has worshiped the true color of the god, and has changed from a monk of emptiness to a person of fanaticism.

Recovering the holy sword is a great merit, and it is also a great merit that allows the true color to spread in all directions and make eternity eternal, and the joy in Shui Jing's heart is indescribable.

Futu was crazy, and when he heard the words of the water mirror, he changed his crying to laughter, and was kind and kind: "Good boy, good boy, I am in the Tianchi of Yanbo Mountain, under the Tianchi, I am in the water" At this point, Futu suddenly let out a miserable howl, holding his head with both hands was extremely painful, and the words in his mouth were also devoid of body: "I am the saint of the sword, where else can I be, I will always be in the hands of the god, the true color of the sword is annihilated, it is impossible, how can I be broken, I am the saint of heaven"

Holding his head, rolling, and talking crazy things, the surrounding monks could no longer get the slightest clue, Shui Jing guarded Futu, and hurriedly gave an order: "Senior Brother Chunjing will go to Yanbo Mountain immediately, and Zhenghua will protect your Dharma." ”

The two monks immediately got up, exerted ten percent of their cultivation and hurriedly urged Yun Jia, went to the place said by Futu, and after the two left, Shui Jing ordered Shen Jing to be around: "Senior brother go to Bodhi Pavilion and open the Great Seal of the Protector Sect." ”

The holy sword has a clue, it is a critical moment, and the true color and energy on Futu's body are churning fiercely, affecting the true knowledge of the monks

The Mitiantai Mountain Protection Seal was soon opened, but the Mountain Protection Formation only protected the scope of the Sect, but it was defenseless outside, and it had no effect on the shadow monks who were invisible and sitting upright hundreds of miles outside the Mountain Gate.

Time is pressing, Su Jing has already made it clear that he will disturb the audio-visual and make the demon monks in the temple unable to find the shadow monks approaching. He is sure, but the chaotic shape of the battle situation changes for a while, and no one can say what changes will occur in the future, in case Shi Xiaoxiao hears the news of the holy sword and swings on the rooftop, Su Jing doesn't know if he can scare him with the power of the ink sword.

However, the spell matter was not in a hurry, and the shadow monk held a spell in his heart and sat down quietly. 'Yicheng Su Jing' sat opposite him, not daring to urge, so he could only honestly wait for the monk to perform the Dharma and track down the Buddha's fate that the little monk obtained first, as the Mo monk guessed that it came from the Buddha Nirvana in the north of the world. Or as the shadow monk thought, it comes from the natural Buddha of Middle-earth.

'Su Jing' waited for an hour. The shadow monk was still meditating and holding a mantra, when a black cloud in the distance in the north rushed over, and the two monks Chunjing and Zhenghua, who had gone to Yanbo Mountain to investigate by the presiding decree, returned to the Mitiantai.

Yanbo Mountain is only more than 4,000 miles away from Mitiantai, and the road is not far. Kung Fu plus exploration into the Tianchi on the top of the mountain. An hour is enough.

See the return of the companions. Shui Jing and the ink monks who stayed in the big temple all showed anticipation and hurriedly stepped forward, and Shui Jing tried to suppress the anxiety in his heart. He asked in a deep voice, "How?"

Chunjing and Zhenghua glanced at each other, and suddenly knelt down in front of the host, the old monk of Chunjing trembled all over, took out a thing from his bag, held his hands in the palm of his hand, and wanted to say something, but his face was already full of tears, and his choked throat seemed to be blocked with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't say a word.

After a lot of effort, no matter how hard it was, I couldn't say anything in the end, and when that breath rushed out of Chunjing's throat, there was no surprise that there was a loud cry of 'wow'.

After a sound, he couldn't hold it anymore, and Chunjing and Zhenghua burst into tears and cried loudly.

On the other side, the water mirror saw clearly the things in the palm of the Chunjing monk's palm, and for a while, the complex feelings that rushed from the heart and lungs because of boundless piety rushed straight to his mind, there was excitement, resentment, excitement and fear, Rao is his cultivation of boundless mana, and for a while, he also felt that the sky was spinning, and he sat on the ground unsteadily, and then he was no different from Chunjing and Zhenghua, and Shui Jing also cried loudly.

Not only Shui Jing, but also from him down, all the ink believers present cried with sorrow and joy, because they welcomed back the holy sword, lived up to the trust of the righteous gods, and finally made their own contributions for the true color and eternity;

What Chunjing held in his hand was the ink sword, but not all, just a short tip of the sword.

The holy sword was broken seven times, and the Futu was pointed, and the ink-colored monks of Mitiantai got one of them.

Only one section was recovered, but it is enough to prove that the connection between the barbarian Futu and the ink sword is indeed true, and it is enough to prove that the monkey show of the barbarian Futu today is not a monkey play, it is a real holy weapon with a spirit, and it is a real miracle of true color.

In the Mitiantai, no one has the slightest doubt about Futu, and no one does not believe that relying on this barbarian, he can find all the remains of the rest of the holy weapons, and the holy weapons are expected to return, and even some of them have returned.

Just the barbarian didn't cry, he was going crazy, rolling in the net with his head in his hands, shouting strange words in his mouth with all his might, and the inky sword intent in his body rushed in all directions.

With the tip of a sword recovered, Mi Tiantai became a den of madmen.

At this time, the shadow monk, who had been sitting quietly for a long time, finally moved, raised his left hand, and his thumb and index finger were not buckled, as if he was holding a flower, and gently pinched his eyebrows.

There was a sound of flapping wings, and the shadow monk pulled out a cicada from his eyebrows, an inch long, a golden cicada.

Today, Su Jing is no longer the ignorant little cultivator who hangs like this around his neck and walks sideways from the mountain, how rich his experience is, how extensive his knowledge is, but even the gods and Buddhas can't do 'everything is perfect', not to mention him, the little king of Middle-earth. Seeing the monk pinching out a golden cicada from his eyebrows, Su Jing was very curious.

Step by step, scene by scene, when he went farther, the scenery in his eyes became more and more beautiful. Now Su Jing's cultivation is extraordinary, the cultivation of his companions is extraordinary, and then the magic of the magic is becoming more and more magical-

Today's two chapters are coming out of listening to the little apple code.

If you think it's good-looking, I'll still listen to the little apple code word tomorrow!(To be continued......