Chapter 420 Seriously Injured Encounter with a Monk

It was an understatement to take the shot, but it was no different than the overwhelming weight of a mountain.

The garrison earth dragon scale shield is fully activated, and the black dragon spiritual ring is fully activated. The golden light of the dragon scales formed a thick beam of light on Wu Qi's body, and the black dragon scales were connected on Wu Qi's body to form a set of black armor. The low-grade spiritual weapon-level robes given by ancestor Yuan Hua moved with his heart and turned into clouds of smoke. It rose up and formed a cloud platform to block the skinny and withered palm.

The palm of his hand pressed down slowly, but even Wu Qi, who had already stirred the spirit of one of the Eight Horses, could not avoid it.

The golden light of the dragon scales scattered and disintegrated, and the black dragon scales turned into a piece of black smoke and floated away. The earth-guarding dragon scale shield and the black dragon spirit ring let out a sad howl at the same time. The two treasures simultaneously erupted into a large ray of light, and then the light suddenly dimmed. The cloud platform that was transformed into a low-grade spiritual weapon, a green robe, was directly turned into nothing. The clothes on Wu Qi's body were torn into countless threads and scattered, and the palm of his hand slapped Wu Qi's back.

Pressing down with a palm, Wu Qi groaned, and a blood arrow spurted out from both eyes. His figure suddenly blurred, turning into a dazzling rainbow and disappearing in an instant. Even the immortals who were moving quickly in the distance did not have time to block his way. Only a rainbow of light was seen across the sky, and it disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The withered and skinny palm slowly retracted, and the old and dry voice said slowly: "There are a few good things to protect you, otherwise you will definitely die miserably on the spot. However, after receiving a "Yin Shen Palm" from me, you can With your cultivation level, you will definitely die. Humph, the one who will kill you is Zuo Sitian Yusha from Dayu Prefecture!"

Wu Qi's spirit, one of the eight stationed in the horse, rushed tens of thousands of miles away, and then immediately gathered all his energy and energy and plunged into the ground. "Innate Earth Spirit Escape Technique" He transformed into a ball of earth energy and rushed forward blankly along several earth veins.

He just held his hand seals to perform Earth Escape, and then he didn't bother to care about what was happening in front of him, and rushed out randomly.

Vaguely, he heard Yu Xun's voice. Zuo Sitian Yuxun of Dayu Prefecture, there is no doubt that this is the family of Yuzong and Yuzong, and he is an extremely powerful family elder. The feeling he gave Wu Qi was several times stronger than the pressure Yu Zhen gave him.

The force on the palm was not strong, and it weighed about hundreds of thousands of kilograms. Wu Qi's body could definitely withstand such a blow. But the "weird evil power" contained in the palm was like a vast ocean, suddenly blasting into Wu Qi's body. It was a huge evil power that was enough to burst Wu Qi a hundred times. It was gloomy, sinister, and not the least bit evil. Angry, with a deathly energy that is completely opposite to the vitality of human flesh and blood.

This death energy was frantically devouring Wu Qi's true essence, devouring his flesh and blood, devouring his meridians and bones, and devouring everything in his body. Wu Qi felt like he was like a little mouse, but he was being used by others. The violence injected a ton of acid into his body, threatening to melt it into nothing at any moment.

Fortunately, this death energy has nothing to do with the innate aura in Wu Qi's [body]." Wu Qi reluctantly built the innate aura in the meridians of his arms into a layer of fragile dams in his [body].

Protecting his almost disintegrated body. Even so, under the impact of the huge death energy that made Wu Qi despair, the almost insignificant death energy still almost broke through the blockage of the innate energy several times, rushing into Wu Qi's sea of ​​consciousness, arms, etc. The real deal breaker.

Wu Qi gritted his teeth and frantically extracted the innate essence of the innate Yuanying, turning it into innate breath that circulated throughout his body, barely maintaining the balance of his body. But he knew in his heart that as long as the essence in his innate Yuanying was exhausted, he would be dead.

Death energy, death energy, this damn death energy." Such a huge death energy, a death energy that is completely opposite to human vitality.

In despair, Wu Qi suddenly shouted angrily: "Wu Qi, you pig! This is clearly the ghostly magical power taught by Zixuan!"

The supernatural powers that Princess Bu Le inherited from her mother's bloodline flowed through Wu Qi's heart like a stream of energy. His perverted understanding immediately began to analyze its essence and grasped some of its most important tips. He gritted his teeth and continued to use the Innate Earth Spirit Escape Technique. Gritting his teeth, he mobilized the last bit of [freedom] true energy, which turned into a gray and strange talisman and penetrated into his heart.

A low and evil spell came from Wu Qi's mouth. The huge lifeless energy in Wu Qi's body suddenly stagnated, like the rushing sea suddenly freezing. Wu Qi's body that was about to collapse suddenly got a little chance to breathe. . It's just this stagnant effort." The gray talisman swept away a small part of the death energy and turned it into a stream of true energy that Wu Qi could use. This true energy was stronger than the part of true energy that Wu Qi used just now. After about three times the amount, Wu Qi hurriedly pinched the seal and produced three more talismans.

The overflowing death energy stagnated, like sticky dirt, stagnating and stagnant in Wu Qi's body. Wu Qi cast the talisman again and again to transform these dead energy into his own essence and essence, wandering on the edge of life and death like walking on a tightrope. Once the conversion rate cannot keep up, once any of the talismans are wrong, Wu Qi will immediately be unable to control the explosion of death energy and be swallowed up by the death energy.

One after another, the mysterious magic powers of ghosts and gods flowed through his heart. Wu Qi anxiously analyzed the mystery of these mysterious magic methods, from finding new talismans to adding groups of talisman seals and inserting them into the "body" to control more death energy. . Gradually, individual talismans turned into sets of talismans, then formed into complete talisman seals, turned into small-scale talisman formations, and finally turned into powerful talisman formations, and finally turned into three-dimensional talisman formations.

He fled forward without rest for half a month. With the speed of his escape, he had escaped countless millions of miles. Finally, his body was shaken and he regained his consciousness.

Thirty percent of the death energy in his [body] has been dissolved, and the other 70% of the death energy has also lost its crazily corrosive and devouring power, turning into a weird semi-entity energy that is as sticky as glue and accumulated in his [body]. Because of the accumulated death energy, Wuqi's meridians were almost blocked, and the originally surging true energy could no longer move at all, and was constantly being assimilated by the death energy.

With no choice, Wu Qi could only use the ghost and god methods he had just learned to condense a complex talisman array the size of a fist within his body.

The magical power of ghosts and gods, without cultivating the golden elixir, Yuanying Yuanshen, is just a method of controlling and using it. The more talismans mastered, the stronger the talisman formation formed: the more talisman seals mastered, the stronger the talisman formation formed; the more talisman formations mastered, the stronger the prohibition of the talisman formation formed.

A gray talisman array emitting a faint white light floated between Wu Qi's brows, constantly extracting bits of death energy and integrating it into the talisman array. Now Wu Qi's cultivation level, apart from his powerful physical body, his magic power cultivation level is only at the level of the early stage of the golden elixir. Although other false babies and innate Yuanying can still be used, the meridians in the [body] are all blocked, and casting a Ordinary fire spells required a huge amount of energy, and Wu Qi didn't bother to expend his energy to mobilize them.

Until he fully comprehends all the ways of ghosts and gods taught to him by Princess Bu Le, and absorbs and transforms all the dead energy in his body, he may only be able to maintain this state.

Vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood, Wu Qi feebly rushed out of the ground. He emerged from a stream with a gray face, staggered and fell to the ground.

After eliminating the biggest risk of body explosion, Wu Qi realized how damaged his body was. It was almost the same as the jade coffin that had been hit twice by the thunder calamity just now. Four or five of the spine near the back of the heart were shattered, and more than a dozen of the ribs on the chest were shattered. The internal organs were invaded and devoured by the death energy, and their size shrank. Now the internal organs were in burning pain.

Other meridians, nerves, and blood vessels have been greatly damaged, and a huge amount of dead energy has accumulated in the body. Although he is no longer causing trouble, he still looks like a turtle that has been trampled by hundreds of elephants, even his fingers. I no longer have the strength to move.

Lying on the ground and groaning a few times, Wu Qi spit out blood from his mouth in small bites. This is the plasma that was turned into flesh and blood after the internal organs were invaded by the death energy just now. Wu Qi sighed without tears. The world of cultivating immortals was extremely dangerous, and this was true. Wu Qi secretly gritted his teeth and remembered this name.

"Old guy, just wait and see. When I recover from my injuries, if I can't kill you, I will strip away all your family's wealth!"

Wu Qi gritted his teeth, and suddenly two feet wearing straw sandals appeared in front of him. Wu Qi was startled, and he quickly raised his head and glanced at the two soles of his feet. Straw sandals, bare feet, bare legs, gray burlap short monk robe, upper body exposed, a slanted monk's robe hanging on the shoulders, carrying a large basket on the back, with a strong smell of herbal medicine wafting out of it, on top of the basket lay a The basket of firewood looked like it weighed about a hundred kilograms.

This is a young monk who looks to be in his early twenties. He has an ugly face. His head is full of pits and scars from healed abscesses. Even his ring scars are covered.

The monk clasped his hands together, bowed to Wu Qi and said, "I, Buddha Lou Bei, am so good, so good. The donor is in trouble here." How could the young monk ignore it? It is said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The young monk has built a twenty-level pagoda in the past few months. In the future, he will definitely be able to realize the fruit of Arhat's karma. Good, good! "

Before Wu Qi could speak, the monk grabbed Wu Qi and hugged him across his chest. A faint cloud of auspiciousness surged out from under his feet. He carried Wu Qi and flew along the stream towards the valley ahead.

While flying, the monk asked curiously: "Donor, were you robbed of money or sex? Why were you naked? That's strange. You are a man. Could it be that someone also robbed you of sex?"

Wu Qi was at a loss. He looked down at his naked body with difficulty and almost fainted.

The voice of the man from the ancient river suddenly rang in Wuqi's ears, and he seemed to be still muttering hauntingly: "My little fellow Taoist, you are destined to be a Buddhist!"

Wu Qi almost screamed heartbreakingly: "I *** have no fate with your Buddhism!"

In the distance, in the quiet and green valley of Zhishan Mountain, a corner of the cornices of a small Zen courtyard is revealed.

The sound of copper bells rang leisurely, the sound of wooden fishes, the scent of sandalwood came to my face, and the monks chanting sutras quietly as if they had toothaches.

The monk held Wu Qi in his arms and flew straight into this small monastery, which had three entrances and covered an area of ​​about two acres.

Wu Qi took a quick glance when he entered the door. There was a wooden plaque hanging on the door of the monastery, with the words "Zangxinyuan," carved on it.