Northern Xinjiang, Shenwumen.
In a secluded forest hall located in the deepest part, I saw a long rainbow entering the sky, falling into the hall, and finally turning into a big man and sitting on the ground.
"Poof!"
As soon as Huanwu Zhenren knelt down, he couldn't help but spurt blood from his mouth, but his face was full of distress, and he covered his hands and swallowed the blood that was sprayed back.
After all, these "bloods" are actually his Dao foundation essence, and it takes more than ten days to relieve a single spray on weekdays, but now it is constantly surging, and it can't be stopped, which shows how injured he is, not to mention that he has even abandoned his physical body, leaving only his soul to escape.
"Senior brother!"
At this moment, a young man also walked out of the hall, with an anxious expression, and when he saw Huanwu Zhenren like this, he hurriedly stepped forward to help.
"Junior brother Xuanwu. Medicine, medicine!"
Huanwu Zhenren urged repeatedly, but the young man did not dare to neglect when he saw this, so he quickly took out a pill bottle, and then poured out a small red pill from it.
In the next second, he used his mana to drive it away.
The broken pill fell on Huanwu Zhenren, and in an instant, his organs regenerated, his flesh and blood reunited, and his bones were filled, and he actually turned into Huanwu Zhenren!
Although the new body was still making a broken explosion, it was obviously a little difficult to bear his soul, but it could be used in the end, so that the soul would not have anything to rely on.
"Senior brother, it's okay if you're okay."
Seeing this scene, Xuanwu Zhenren finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then thinking about the current situation of the sect, he suddenly felt a wave of sadness.
"Senior brother, why don't we go!"
Although he had deep feelings for Shenwumen, Xuanwu Zhenren still gritted his teeth and said such a thing, and he didn't want to care about Shenwumen anymore!
"I am also a real person, not an ordinary person."
"If you give up the inheritance of Shenwumen, don't take anything, don't think about it, and just flee overseas, I think no one will chase after you."
Xuanwu Zhenren's words made Huanwu Zhenren fall silent.
That's right, if he really abandoned the sect at this moment, although the Shenwu Sect was finished, the two of them would definitely survive, but how could he be willing?
He is already more than one hundred and fifty years old this year, and he can condense his own life, so he is waiting to use the merit and qi of the sect to help him find a heavenly and earthly evil and refine it into a natural supernatural power, and from then on, his cultivation will go further, and even if he lives three hundred years in the future, it will be easier to return to the foundation after reincarnation.
However, what if Shenwu Gate is gone?
First of all, the merit qi is considered useless, and there is no need to think about it in the middle of the foundation building in this life. Secondly, if the sect is gone, who will take his reincarnation?
If you go overseas, you will be a lonely ghost from now on!
What other paths are you talking about?
There is no future in reincarnation!
Therefore, unless it was a last resort, Huanwu Zhenren really did not plan to abandon the sect and leave, but this battle with Lu Yang made him only feel cold in his heart.
"The devil is ruthless, it seems that Jiangnan has really given up on us."
For a while, Huanwu Zhenren only felt dazed.
However, at this moment -
"Amitabha."
A Buddha's call was like a clear spring dingdong, pouring down, instantly soothing the anxiety and panic in the hearts of the two real people, but it also surprised the two of them.
"Pure land? Shi Xiu?"
Huanwu Zhenren raised his head, but saw a burst of sandalwood wafting in front of him, and when he came back to his senses, there was already a young man with red lips and white teeth in the hall.
"Poor monk Fulong, I have seen two benefactors."
I saw that the Fulong Arhat first put his hands together and bowed, and then smiled and said: "Although the Sword Pavilion has no intention of the Northern Frontier, the Pure Land does not mind making a move."
"Is this true?" Huanwu Zhenren was suddenly overjoyed.
Of course it's fake.
The Fulong Arhat sneered in his heart, but his face became more and more compassionate: "The Pure Land Buddhist monk does not lie, the poor monk is here to help your sect this time."
In fact, this was just the private action of Fulong Luohan, and it had nothing to do with the Pure Land, just because he had recently calculated cause and effect, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Lu Yang, who had been hiding in the Holy Sect for thirty years without going out, finally came out of the mountain, so he came non-stop, wanting to take advantage of this great opportunity to erase the troubles.
Thinking of this, Fulong Arhat took out something from his robe.
This object was a golden statue, shining brightly, and when urged by the mana of the Fulong Arhat, it immediately transformed into a form and landed beside the real person Huanwu.
"This treasure is called [Sheli Golden Body], and it was voluntarily offered by the disciples in my temple."
"Compared with the Dharma body condensed by the Taoist with the elixir, this body is undoubtedly stronger, and it is enough to restore more than 80% of the Daoist's combat power."
"Thank you, Holy Monk!"
Huanwu Zhenren was not polite, and immediately escaped his soul and merged with the [Leaving the Golden Body], and the originally weakened qi began to rise again.
Seeing this, the Fulong Arhat nodded in satisfaction, and then looked sideways in the direction of Skull Mountain.
"He sensed me too"
Fulong Arhat frowned slightly, and said to himself: "This person is extremely talented, he has been condensing his own life for thirty years, if I want to kill him, I am afraid it will be very difficult."
To be fair, with his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, he was 100% sure of dealing with Lu Yang, at least it was impossible to lose, but the foundation building real person sensed cause and effect, and had the ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.
Unless the battlefield can be confined to one place.
Only by letting Lu Yang have no way to escape can he take the opportunity to kill Lu Yang, and the ideal situation is to transform Lu Yang, which will be of the greatest benefit to him.
For this reason, he also made some preparations.
He believed that Lu Yang also wanted to get rid of him and be quicker, it was nothing more than a competition to see who was better.
Just as Fulong Luohan was thinking, in another place in Shenwumen, a monk with thief eyebrows and rat eyes but pretending to be a treasure was wandering around.
"You say, why did I become the senior brother of [Fulong Temple]?"
Guangming's recent life was quite happy, Guanghai Guanghui both died suddenly, but he saved the remaining Buddhist cultivators in the Pure Land and saved a lot of connections.
"Life is impermanent~"
Guangming was full of emotion, but he lacked a little motivation to cultivate, after all, when he reached this point, the path of cultivation was actually almost over.
Because [Fulong Temple] has an owner.
As long as the Fulong Arhat does not die, no matter how high his cultivation is, he will still make a wedding dress for the Fulong Arhat, in that case, why should he continue to practice penance every day?
It's time to enjoy it too!
Thinking of this, a picture suddenly appeared in Guangming's mind, that was the back of Lu Yang when he killed Guanghai and the others in one fell swoop in the battle for the Dao.
"Hiss!"
Guangming immediately gasped: "Bah-bah, I really suffered from the plague, why did I suddenly think of that murderer? Forget it, forget it!"
However, the more he wanted to forget, the clearer the back in his memory became.
In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the battlefield of seizing the Dao again, looking at the man's back tremblingly, watching him turn around, and smiled at himself and said:
「. Guangming Daoist, don't come safely."
At the ends of the earth, a thought is just a matter of thinking.
[Establish kinship]!
「. Huh?"
Guangming woke up like a dream, but he looked at Lu Yang who suddenly turned around in front of him with a blank expression, then rubbed his eyes and pinched his face again.
It hurts.
"Oh my God!"
Is it a real person!?
The next second, he heard a pop sound, and Guangming knelt directly on the ground, crying bitterly: "Cultivate! The little monk misses you so hard!"
(End of this chapter)