Chapter 426 The Flying Qilin, the Ugly Monk

So fast!

Seeing this scene, the people in Jingyuan were horrified and speechless.

Zhuo Rusui didn't see it, and only then heard the sound of Jian Pokong.

Bai Qianjun's face was ashen, and he knew that if he was standing opposite Jing Jiu, he would have been killed by a sword by this time.

The word fast is sometimes used to describe sharpness, and more often used to describe speed.

The Cosmic Edge sword has been completely wiped out, and it has become much thinner, like a piece of paper, allowing it to fully display its speed and sharpness.

Its sharpness should not be as sharp as the Fuji Sword, but its speed is faster than the Fuji Sword.

Its speed should not be as fast as Forth, but it is more lethal than Forth.

In a sense, the Cosmos Front has formed a perfect balance of speed and sharpness, which is very suitable for Jing Jiu's Nether Immortal Sword.

So much so that Qilin was stabbed by him in one fell swoop even though he was already on guard.

"What's the point?"

Qilin looked at the shadows of swords brought by Jing Jiu's clothes, and said indifferently: "Although you and your sword are fast enough, they are still not strong enough."

As the highest-ranking ancient divine beast in the mainland, his body was still intact after being transformed into a human being. Cosmos Front was already so powerful that it was able to break open his skin, but it couldn't bring any deeper wounds after all. Even if there were thousands more wounds like this, even if it shed thousands of drops of blood, so what?

There was a sudden gust of wind in the quiet garden, it was because Qilin took a deep breath.

He has been preparing for a long time, and the next blow is bound to be thunderous. How can Jing Jiu withstand it?

The afterimage brought by Jing Jiu's clothes suddenly dispersed and disappeared from the spot, and he was about to leave Jingyuan.

Since there is no way to catch it, then leave first to avoid the quiet garden full of ancient coercion. Any fast sword cultivator would have made such a choice at such a moment, but Du Haiseng was a little worried because he knew that Jing Jiu was not an ordinary sword cultivator, so he guessed that he was preparing for a risk.

Qilin snorted coldly, and the coercion rose from the ground, directly blocking the way to the sky.

With a bang, the door of Jingyuan was smashed, and Jing Jiu came outside with more than ten sword lights.

The unicorn turned into a clear light and went away with the same speed, even faster, full of power.

Today, there are many ordinary monks doing rituals and chanting scriptures outside the Jingyuan Pagoda. They are evacuating at this time, and they have not had time to completely evacuate.

The unicorn came under the pressure, blowing up countless gusts of wind, blowing up fallen leaves and gravel, the sky was dark, and there was chaos. Many monks fell to the ground, their heads bleeding.

The formation of Guocheng Temple finally started.

Accompanied by the sound of countless sutra chanting and the sound of wooden fish, more than 3,000 scripture characters rose into the air from various temples, meditation rooms, and stone pagodas, turning into Buddha fire all over the sky.

Venerable Minghuo protects the mountain array!

This formation completely cuts off the surroundings of Jingyuan, sealing everything inside, even if Qilin wants to break out of the formation, it will take some time.

Qilin didn't care about these things at all, and still chased after Jing Jiu. Wherever he passed, big trees fell, ancient clocks fell to the ground, and the ground was full of chaos.

Jing Jiu walked through the three thousand buddhas like a ghost, sometimes even like a buddha fire.

The mountain protection array of Venerable Minghuo prevented him from leaving Guocheng Temple, but in a relatively small range, the strange body skills of the Nether Immortal Sword brought him a lot of benefits.

Facing Qilin's pursuit, he actually lasted for a while, but he couldn't get rid of him.

The flower in the Buddha fire all over the sky suddenly disappeared, and the clear light that followed it also disappeared.

There was a light rubbing sound.

The figures of Jing Jiu and Qilin appeared.

The sword in his hand had been pierced into Qilin's chest, and blood continued to flow out.

The cosmic front pierced Qilin's body not deeply, about a few inches, but why didn't Qilin avoid the sword?

The gate of Jingyuan has been destroyed, and Du Haiseng saw the scene at that moment.

After the Buddha flame was extinguished, Jing Jiu appeared, raising the sword in his hand.

The clear light disappeared, Qilin appeared, and moved forward a few steps.

In a sense, it was not Jing Jiu who stabbed Qilin with his sword, but Qilin bumped into the sword.

Like a rabbit hitting a tree, a man hitting something.

This somewhat absurd scene meant that Jing Jiu had truly achieved the same movement and stillness.

Leaving aside the state, this kind of movement is really unimaginable.

Qilin was not angry because of the injury, and there was no pain in his deep eyes, and he was still indifferent.

"Do you think your plan has succeeded? Don't forget, I haven't made a move yet."

The pursuit between Mantian Buddhahuo is only the first half of the chase, and Qilin has not used the long-awaited third strike.

Jing Jiu felt the unshakable feeling coming from the blade of the sword, like a huge mountain, and knew that the opponent had locked the universe front with the unicorn divine body.

With his current state and strength, he couldn't pull Universe Feng out of Qilin's body. Now he has three choices, one is to abandon the sword and walk away, the other is to explode all the sword energy, trying to let the universe front penetrate Qilin's body and seriously injure him, and the third is to stand where he is, holding the hilt of the sword, and wait for Qilin's most terrifying blow.

He chose the third one, even though he might be smashed into a pulp.

"If you can cultivate to the peak of breaking the sea, or holding this sword will make me a little afraid, but after all, you are just a weak person now, so..."

Qilin didn't make a move, and continued to raise his aura and coercion to the highest level, before shouting incessantly, "Go to hell!"

When the words fell, he punched Jing Jiu in the face.

A seemingly simple punch contains the weight of a real mountain, and Qilin's fist is even more terrifying than ordinary magic weapons.

Facing such a terrifying fist, Jing Jiu didn't have any emotional fluctuations, and took half a step back, revealing his left hand that was always behind his back.

A few strands of extremely faint golden light leaked from between his fingers, exuding an intoxicating, far better than spring breeze.

That's fairy spirit.

The entire cultivation world knew that Jing Jiu's left hand was holding the Immortal Book of Longevity, and he never let go of it.

Counting from the end of the Asking Conference, he has held it for six full years.

The Taoist talisman seemed to have already merged with his left hand.

Looking at the scene outside Jingyuan, Bai Qianjun remembered the scene outside Qingtianjian six years ago.

At that time, he punched Jing Jiu and almost died of fractures all over his body. Fortunately, he was saved by Master Bai.

Could it be that Jing Jiu wants to repeat the old trick?

Bai Qianjun thought coldly, if you think that holding the fist of Xianlu can be compared with the fist of Qilin Patriarch, then you really deserve to die.

Many people say that thinking is the fastest thing in the world, but since thinking takes time, there is naturally a difference in speed. The speed of Jing Jiu's deduction and calculation is extremely fast, which does not mean that everyone is the same. In fact, the thinking speed of most people in the world is definitely not as fast as Qilin and his punching speed.

When the previous thought flashed through Bai Qianjun's mind, Jing Jiu's left fist had already met Qilin's fist.

There was no spray of air waves, no smoke and dust, not even a huge roar of impact.

He and Qilin's grasp of power has reached the peak level in this world, and all the power is given to each other without any leakage.

There was only a light click.

Then there was the sound of the earth being torn apart.

is a real rip.

A deep gully appeared on the bluestone ground, leading to the quiet garden.

Jing Jiu was lying at the end of the ravine, his expression was still calm, but his face was extremely pale, obviously seriously injured.

Numerous cracks appeared on the surface of his phalanx, wrist bone, arm bone, and even the bones of his shoulder.

If it wasn't for his special body, those bones would have already been broken into countless pieces.

The battle is not over yet, because Qilin's third offensive is still going on.

His fist blasted out a group of blue light, entered the quiet garden, and came before Jing Jiu's eyes.

Jing Jiu's left hand is already very reluctant to hold the fairy talisman tightly, how can he lift it up to face the enemy?

If Zhao Layue could react, she would definitely stand in front of him.

It's just that Jing Jiu's battle with Qilin has already surpassed her realm, and she has no time to do anything. This made her feel a little regretful, she shouldn't have listened to Jing Jiu a few years ago, if she had broken into the middle of the wild at that time, at least she should have had time to call out Firth's sword to block it.

Jing Jiu's eyes were still calm, he didn't even intend to raise his sword, he didn't know what he was thinking.

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Qilin shouted and died.

Jing Jiu was really going to die.

But at this moment, Qilin heard someone say the same sentence.

"go to hell."

The voice came from below him, very calm and calm, like a polite request.

Qilin looked out of the corner of his eye and found that it was an old monk doing rituals outside the Jingyuan.

There is nothing special about that old monk, except ugly.

The ugly red nose with wine lees and the thin, dry hair that has just grown out and hasn't had time to shave, anyone will feel extremely disgusted when looking at it.

The old monk held a vajra that seemed to be ground from a black stone.

The tip of the vajra had been deeply inserted into Qilin's waist at this time.

At this moment, countless questions arose in Qilin's mind.

When he appeared from the Buddha flames in the sky, his spiritual consciousness had already fully grasped the situation in the field, and found the old monk who was lying on the ground, life and death unknown.

When did the old monk sit up, why didn't he feel it? When did the old monk insert this vajra into his body? Most importantly, what is this vajra? The meaning of Zen is profound, but there are a few wisps of black smoke on the surface, which can actually pierce into one's body, and it is so painful...

"Ah!" Qilin let out a painful and angry scream.

The vajra did him real damage, including on a dignified level.

Leaving Yunmeng Mountain after so many years, traveling in the world, unexpectedly being hurt by an unknown person!

"Evil faction kid, dare to sneak attack on this old man! Go to hell!"

Qilin was dazzled by the rage, and began to raise his level crazily.

The vajra in this old monk's hand was filled with magic, and the black smoke was cold and dark. It was obviously an evil method. Naturally, he didn't need to suppress his realm in the Nascent Soul stage.

The two horns on the top of Qilin's head became several feet long, as bright red as coral, and the aura became extremely powerful, majestic like the ocean.

In a very short period of time, he raised his realm to the middle stage of Mahayana!

Qilin has not fully recovered its body, and the world has already given birth to a sense.

Countless dark clouds came to the sky over Guocheng Temple, and thunder and lightning accumulated but did not come out!

Qilin's palm hit the old monk's head, it was heavier than Lei Wei!

There was a soft snap.

The old monk greeted him with his palms up, and he took it lightly!

Black smoke with two meanings of gloomy and violent, continuously overflowed from the palm of the old monk, and mixed with the golden light emitted from the palm of the unicorn, becoming bright but dark, like magma that was about to condense, illuminating his ugly face more clearly.

"Even if you are the main body, I am not afraid at all, let alone now?"

The old monk looked at Qilin and laughed.

His smile was full of greed and complacency, not at all like a powerful man with a high realm, but more like a monster who saw delicious food.

A great warning sign suddenly appeared in Qilin's heart. It was a real danger, even more dangerous than the hidden thunder in the cloudy sky!

Even if he is far weaker than the main body after the transformation, how many people in the world can catch the full-strength palm of the Mahayana mid-stage?

He couldn't care so much anymore, Li Xiao wanted to change back to his original body, even if he risked the thunder falling, he wanted to leave here.

But the old monk didn't give him a chance, rolled his eyes, kicked out his legs like lightning, and slammed heavily on Qilin's thigh.

There was a loud bang.

The unicorn flew into the sky, turned into a small black dot, turned into a line, and flew towards the sky, collapsing a mountain peak on the way!

In the next moment, the milky white light of the magic weapon could be faintly seen shining on the mountain peak, and the dark cloud followed and thunder fell, but the black spot was not stopped.

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On the eaves of the Chenghua Palace, the white cat looked at the unicorn that sprayed blood and fell to the other side of the mountain. A hint of murderous intent flashed in its eyes, and it was about to chase and kill it... but felt its neck tighten.

Yin San grabbed the hair on the back of its neck, hugged it into his arms, looked at the mountain and said, "The Bai family is coming, Ah Da, shall we let the ugly deer go today?"

His tone was very kind and gentle, and he used a questioning tone, but the white cat was stiff, and he dared not obey.

Yin San turned his head to look in the direction of Jingyuan, looked at the ancestor Xuanyin who had already floated above Jingyuan, his eyes were slightly cold and he said: "It's really... a pity."

The white cat didn't know that he was talking about the ancestor Xuanyin, thought he was saying that it was a pity that Qilin had escaped, and quickly meowed twice to express his agreement, and then carefully asked with his spiritual sense: "Really, is this your brother's game against Zhongzhou?"

Jing Jiu escaped outside the garden with the Immortal Sword of Nether, but happened to land beside Patriarch Xuanyin. No matter how you look at it, this is not a coincidence, but a game.

"Kirin is just an incidental business." Yin San looked at Jing Jiu who had just stood up from the ditch and said, "The one I want to kill is him."

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Everything happened too fast.

Seeing that Qilin's fist was about to land on Jing Jiu's body, he was unexpectedly attacked and seriously injured by an old monk.

Qilin raised his realm to the middle stage of Mahayana, and even almost revealed his body in the end, but he was still no match for the old monk, and was kicked directly beyond Qianshan.

During the whole process, the old monk sat on the ground and never stood up.

Who is this old monk? Is the abbot of Guocheng Temple going out or a secluded sweeping monk?

How many people in the world can do such a thing?

The old monk flew over the tranquil garden, and the vajra made of black stone had disappeared.

The people in the tranquil garden felt very clearly that the aura of this old monk was unfathomable, and he was an evil cultivator!

The old monk slapped Jing Yuan with his palm, and the target was Jing Jiu!

Qilin in the Yuanying stage beat Jing Jiu so badly. Qilin recovered to the Mahayana stage, but was beaten so badly by this old monk. Based on this inference, if divided according to the realm of the Qingshan Sect, this old monk must have already reached the peak of the sky, and in the cultivation world of the Chaotian Continent, he can be ranked in the top ten no matter what.

The evil way is declining, when did such a devil appear?

Looking at the old monk, the people in the Jingyuan thought of despair, thinking that Jing Jiu must die.

At this time, something happened in Jingyuan.

Zhuo Rusui raised his head and glanced at the old monk.

Whether it was Qilin and Jing Jiu facing swords or other times before, he always stared at the ground, watching the weed swagger, watching the weed be turned into powder by the pressure of Qilin, and then disappear with the wind.

This was the first time he raised his head in the quiet garden of Guocheng Temple today.

He saw the old monk's face at a glance, and subconsciously said, "It's so ugly."