Chapter 356: Pretending to Be a Snake, Delaying Time

After completely killing Xi Feihu, Yun Wuxia's two incarnations took away the storage bag and treasures on his body, and then turned into two streams of red and yellow light, flying back into Yun Wuxia's body.

"Hmm..."

After the incarnation returned, Yun Wuxia's body trembled slightly, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, her face was as pale as paper, and her breath became weaker and weaker.

She had just broken through the Jindan stage not long ago, and her cultivation realm had not been completely stabilized. The backlash of her consciousness and the invasion of demonic energy had caused her to be seriously injured.

In addition, she had only practiced the Three Transformations for a short time, and now she had only achieved a small success.

In this case, it was very consuming for her to activate the clones.

However, if she could kill Xi Feihu, all the costs were worth it.

At this time, Yun Wuxia was seriously injured, and she was not in a hurry to rescue the foundation-building cultivators, but sat cross-legged on the Tairuo Sword and began to recuperate her own injuries.

People had to be saved, but in her current situation, she could not play a great role.

Just as Jiang Wushe, Leng Buyi and others were killed,

At this time, Su Twelve was also in great danger.

Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen bypassed Ren Yunzong and soon came to Su Twelve.

The two stood on the left and right less than ten feet away from Su Twelve.

However, the two did not rush to take action, but looked at each other without saying a word.

The invisible breath in the air locked and enveloped Su Twelve.

Su Twelve was in it, like falling into the deep sea, and the constant pressure came from all directions, making him unable to move.

He could clearly feel that the invisible consciousness was fighting and playing games with him as the boundary.

Although the two were in the same camp, in front of the thousand-year attack, even if my own father came, he would not give in.

In the blink of an eye, a moment had passed.

The demonic energy around Monk Sanjie was rolling, and the Buddha's light on his body had long disappeared, and he was completely in a demonic state.

Tan Fengchen was also surrounded by vast true essence and extraordinary momentum, not much less than Monk Sanjie.

Demonic essence and true essence, two completely different energies filled the air. The ground cracked and the mountains shook within a radius of several dozen feet. Countless rocks and plants collapsed!

The two forces were separated by Su Twelve, and they continued to melt under the impact of each other.

Su Twelve was in the middle. He held the thousand-year strike in his hand. Although he could not activate it, the residual spiritual energy that had been infused into it before dissipated, but it offset a lot of true essence, demonic essence and spiritual consciousness for him.

In this way, the pressure on Su Twelve was not that great.

But even so, he still felt as if his internal organs were about to break, and his injuries were getting worse.

In the invisible contest, Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen did not give in to each other.

At this moment, both of them were full of surprise on their faces, surprised that the other's strength was beyond their expectations.

The amazing energy filled the world, and the two fought against each other, but no one stepped forward to take further action.

I don't know if they couldn't distract themselves to grab the treasure, or if they had other calculations.

"Boy, whether you are Su Twelve or Zhu Hanwei, the Thousand-Year Strike is not a treasure you can covet. Give the Thousand-Year Strike to me, and I will let you go!!!"

At this moment, the monk Sanjie stared at Su Twelve and suddenly shouted.

That day, although Shen Miaoyin helped to cover up, as a demon who had practiced for thousands of years, the monk Sanjie was not so easy to fool.

He had long been suspicious of Su Twelve, and the moment he learned that Lu Mingshi's injury suddenly improved and condensed the golden elixir, he was even more certain of his thoughts.

The treasure that can turn Lu Mingshi's life-and-death crisis into safety and condense the golden elixir can't be any other treasure except the Bodhi flower!

And the Bodhi flower is only owned by Su Twelve, Zhu Hanwei and him.

"Master, are you serious?"

Su Twelve pretended to see hope suddenly and spoke decisively.

He knew in his heart that the monk Sanjie at this time was simply the foreign demon, and the words of the demon...how could he believe it.

But this is not important. A quarter of an hour has passed, and Ren Yunzong's aura has not dissipated. He has an advantage over Xuantong Zhenren.

As long as he delays for a while, Ren Yunzong can come over.

This... is hope.

"Of course! I am a monk, and monks... do not tell lies!" Monk Sanjie smiled.

But his face is now hideous, with evil patterns all over his face, and this smile makes him even more terrifying.

As soon as the monk Sanjie finished speaking, Tan Fengchen on the other side sneered: "Haha, Master Sanjie, are you addicted to pretending to be a monk? The devil is the devil. Can you become a Buddha by reciting a few words of Amitabha? Don't lie... This is not the way to deceive the younger generation." "Boy, I think you have good qualifications. Hand over the thousand-year attack. I will allow you to join the White Flame Sect and accept you as my personal disciple." "In the future, when I step into a higher realm, the White Flame Sect... will be yours!" Su Shier trembled when he heard the words, and turned his head to look at Tan Fengchen: "Senior, are you serious?" Tan Fengchen remained calm, "Humph! If you don't believe it, I can swear to the inner demon." The inner demon swears... Hiss... Su Shier couldn't help but take a breath when he heard the words. Although he was an opponent, he couldn't help but be surprised by Tan Fengchen's big move. There are many obstacles in the practice of cultivators, and the inner demon is one of them. Once you swear to the inner demon, you will be retaliated by the inner demon and shake your mind. This has little restraining effect on cultivators at lower levels.

But the higher the cultivation level, the higher the mental requirements for monks are like walking on a high cliff. Once you are unable to stick to your original intention, at least it will be difficult to make progress in your lifelong cultivation, and at worst, your cultivation will be completely destroyed, and your body and soul will be destroyed.

Under such conditions, if it were anyone else, they might have agreed in a flash.

But Su Twelve was an exception. Although he showed an expression of excitement, he didn't care at all.

He is determined and knows exactly which path he wants to take.

What's more, with unequal strength, it's almost impossible for him to know even if the other party is playing tricks on it.

After all, someone who can say that he has good qualifications without even looking is obviously a person who speaks freely.

Tan Fengchen didn't know what Su Twelve was thinking. When he saw Su Twelve's heart moved, he smiled calmly and said, "How is it?"

"Senior, can you let me think about it?" Su Twelve pretended to be moved and continued to buy time.

When Monk Sanjie saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speak.

at this time.

A huge explosion sounded not far away. After completely killing Xi Feihu, Yun Wuxia's two incarnations put away the storage bags and treasures on his body, and then turned into two streams of red and yellow light and flew back to Yun Wuxia's body.

"Well……"

After the incarnation returned, Yun Wuxia's body trembled slightly, a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, his face was as pale as paper, and the aura around him became weaker and weaker.

Not long after she broke through the golden elixir stage, her cultivation state had not yet been completely stabilized. The backlash of her spiritual consciousness and the attack of demonic energy caused her to be seriously injured.

In addition, the time for practicing the three-transformation technique for one person is still short, and now it is only a small success.

In this case, it would be extremely costly for her to activate the clone.

However, if we can kill this Xi Feihu, all costs are worth it.

At this time, Yun Wuxia was seriously injured, and he did not rush to rescue the foundation-building monks. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the Tairuo Sword and began to nurse his injuries.

People need to be saved, but in her current condition, she won't be able to exert her great value.

At the same time that Jiang Wushe, Leng Buyi and others encountered certain death.

At this time, Su Twelve was also in a huge crisis.

Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen bypassed Ren Yunzong and soon arrived around Su Twelve.

The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, stood less than ten feet away from Su Twelve.

However, the two of them did not rush to take action, but looked at each other without saying a word.

In the air, the invisible aura emanating locked and enveloped Su Twelve.

Su Twelve was in the middle of it, as if he were falling into the deep sea, with constant pressure coming from all directions, making him unable to move.

He could clearly feel that the invisible consciousness was fighting and playing games with him as the boundary.

Although the two of them are in the same camp, in the face of the Thousand-Year Strike, it is impossible for them to give in to each other even if they come.

In the blink of an eye, time has passed.

Monk Sanjie was surrounded by demonic aura, and the Buddha's light on his body had long since disappeared, and he was completely in a demonic state.

Tan Fengchen's body was also filled with vast amounts of true energy, and his aura was extraordinary. He was no less impressive than Monk Sanjie.

Demonic Yuan and True Yuan, two energy with completely different attributes were filled with energy. Within a radius of tens of feet, the earth cracked, the ground shook, and countless earth, stone, vegetation and trees collapsed!

The two forces, with Su Twelve as the boundary, continued to dissolve as they clashed with each other.

Su Twelve was in the middle, and the Millennium Strike was held in his hand. Although he could not activate it, the residual spiritual energy that had been poured into it escaped, but it offset a lot of the impact of real energy, demonic energy and spiritual consciousness for him.

In this way, the pressure on Su Twelve was not that great.

But even so, he still felt as if his internal organs were about to shatter, and the injuries inside his body were getting worse.

In the invisible competition, Monk Sanjie and Tan Fengchen refused to give in to the other.

At this moment, both of their faces were filled with surprise, surprised that the other's strength was beyond their expectations.

Astonishing energy filled the world, and the two of them competed with each other, but no one stepped forward and took any further action.

I don’t know if it’s because I couldn’t be distracted and stepped forward to seize the treasure, or if I had other plans.

"Boy, no matter you are Su Twelve or Zhu Hanwei, the Millennium Strike is not a treasure you can covet. Give the Millennium Strike to the poor monk, and he will let you go!!!"

At this moment, Monk Sanjie stared at Su Twelve and suddenly shouted.

Although Shen Miaoyin helped to cover that day, as a demon who has been practicing for thousands of years, Monk Sanjie is not that easy to fool.

He had long been suspicious of Su Twelve, and the moment he learned that Lu Mingshi's injury suddenly improved and he had condensed golden elixir, he was even more convinced of his thoughts.

Apart from the Bodhi Flower, there is no other treasure that can help Lu Mingshi turn a corner in a life-and-death crisis and condense the golden elixir!

As for the bodhi flower, only Su Twelve, Zhu Hanwei and him own it.

"Master, do you really mean what you said?"

Su Twelve pretended to suddenly see hope and spoke decisively.

He knew in his heart that the monk Sanjie at this time was basically the demon who had transformed from the outside. How could he believe the demon's words...

But this is not important. A quarter of an hour has passed. At this time, Ren Yunzong's breath has not dissipated, and he has an advantage against the real person Xantong.

As long as he delays for a moment, Ren Yunzong can come over.

This... is hope.

"Of course! The poor monk is a monk. A monk...don't lie!" Monk Sanjie said with a smile.

It's just that he now looks ferocious, with evil patterns covering his face, which makes his smile even more terrifying.

As soon as Master Sanjie finished speaking, Tan Fengchen on the other side sneered: "Haha, Master Sanjie is pretending to be a monk and pretending to be addicted? Demons are demons. Can you become a Buddha by reciting a few lines of Amitabha? Why don't you fight? Lies...that's not the way to lie to the younger generation."

"Boy, I think you have good qualifications. Please hand over the Thousand-Year Strike. I will allow you to join the White Flame Sect and accept you as a direct disciple."

"In the future, when I step into a higher realm, the White Flame Sect... will be yours!"

Su Twelve trembled when he heard this, and quickly turned to look at Tan Fengchen: "Senior, do you really mean what you said?"

Tan Fengchen's expression remained unchanged, "Huh! If you don't believe it, I can swear an oath to the inner demon."

The inner demon swore...

hiss……

When Su Twelve heard this, he couldn't help but take a breath. Although he was an opponent, he couldn't help being surprised by Tan Fengchen's generosity.

There are many ups and downs and obstacles in the cultivation of monks, and inner demons are one of them.

If you make an oath to your inner demons, once you break it, your inner demons will bite you back and shake your mind.

This point is not very binding on low-level monks.

But the higher the cultivation level, the higher the mental requirements for monks are like walking on a high cliff. Once you are unable to stick to your original intention, at least it will be difficult to make progress in your lifelong cultivation, and at worst, your cultivation will be completely destroyed, and your body and soul will be destroyed.

Under such conditions, if it were anyone else, they might have agreed in a flash.

But Su Twelve was an exception. Although he showed an expression of excitement, he didn't care at all.

He is determined and knows exactly which path he wants to take.

What's more, with unequal strength, it's almost impossible for him to know even if the other party is playing tricks on it.

After all, someone who can say that he has good qualifications without even looking at him is obviously a person who speaks freely.

Tan Fengchen didn't know what Su Twelve was thinking. When he saw Su Twelve's heart moved, he smiled calmly and said, "How is it?"

"Senior, can you let me think about it?" Su Twelve pretended to be moved and continued to buy time.

When Monk Sanjie saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to speak.

at this time.

A huge explosion sounded not far away.