The cold wind was howling, the cold rain was miserable, and Pinzhao was still climbing up high on his hands and knees. It was just that the usual mountain climbing and rock climbing in the past was extremely difficult today.

The flowing sweat also made his palms slippery, and he was just about to slip off the cliff. He turned his head and looked down, knowing that if he was not careful, he would turn into stone like a falling stone.

It is a puddle of meat in the abyss of a hundred feet.

Pinzhao remembered his instructions and never looked back, but the wind, thunder, and various strange sounds in his ears kept reminding him that an illusory and bizarre farce like the netherworld was going on behind him. Even if he turned a deaf ear now, his extremely active brain waves would

Various scenes appeared before his eyes, torturing his spirit.

It may be that the little monk's hands and feet were bruised and painful, so that the feedback from his body was affecting his will, causing his mood to fluctuate constantly. Sometimes he felt depressed, sometimes he was sweating, and suddenly he felt a great sense of nervousness and urgency.

controlled.

Only by looking at it from an angle that outsiders can't see can one discover that Pinzhao's extremely crazy look is actually the same as Luo Shuang'er's eyes.

This appearance was very strange, like countless types of vines absorbing rain and mist in his body, and suddenly began to grow and climb around him. Their names were fear, worry, anger, sorrow, longing, and pity, all of which were constantly absorbing him.

The normal emotions left only a variety of extreme emotions in this body, fighting and fighting like poisons, and finally externalized into the various gnashing teeth and twisted and weird expressions on his face.

Chaos and impetuosity were still spreading. Facing the rugged and stinging cliff, Pinzhao wanted to bite the mountain wall with his teeth. In his mind that was about to become chaotic, countless debris suddenly appeared, all of which were all the auspicious moments of the past.

An unforgettable sight.

The scars left on his body made him feel that this rotten skin would soon burst and burst, and his body would burst into rags and scraps of flesh, leaving the "vine" that was the true master within it.

Stretch out the vine that shines with evil light, suck and lick the last trace of warm blood...

"Pinzhao, what are you doing, why don't you climb up?!"

As a sharp scream sounded like a thunderbolt, he climbed on the edge of the Buddhist cave with one hand, and the photo hanging dangerously hung was like waking up from a dream.

He was surprised to find that he had struggled to move for a long time before, sometimes climbing hard and sometimes falling violently. At this time, he did not climb even an inch, but almost slipped to the bottom of the cliff. There was even a dry muntjac's hand close to Chi Chi, and he almost fell to the bottom of the cliff.

He had to grab his ankle - only the piercing pain all over his body was still present in front of him as if it were real.

"Donor Jiang! Master An Ren! You are finally back!"

Jiang Wen forced the deer on Thousand Buddha Cliff back with a flash of sword, then stretched out his hand to pull Pinzhao up to a safe place, and naturally gave him a convincing smile in return.

"Yes, it took us a lot of trouble to get rid of the pursuers when we came back. Fortunately, you have persisted until now."

Pinzhao gasped for a moment in shock, and then said happily: "Since Donor Jiang and Master Anren are back, we must have found the female benefactor, right?!"

Jiang Wen and An Ren turned their heads guiltily and quietly took a look at the dense forest at the foot of the mountain.

"Well, that's right..."

Pinzhao, who didn't know why, smiled happily at this time: "That's great! Let's quickly find a way to escape from Jizushanyin, and we can return to Xitan Temple safely!"

Seeing Pinzhao appearing so relaxed, Jiang Wen sighed faintly: "Don't be too happy too early. It's easy to get in but hard to get out. Now we are all trapped in this 'demonic kingdom'. If you want to

If you want to be safe and sound, I'm afraid the Buddha will come to this world and lend a helping hand."

Pinzhao's smile froze on his face, and he looked at Master Anren helplessly, but this old monk with swarthy skin and withered appearance also looked at him without any wavering, and he was speechless.

"I suspect that the miasma in the Jizu Mountain Yin is widespread, and the floating fungal spores have a strong hallucinogenic effect, causing those of us who set foot there to fall into nightmares from which we cannot wake up. Otherwise, Jiang really can't explain it. He found out

The truth..."

The two of them stood at the foot of the Buddhist cave and looked into the distance. Jiang Wen lowered his voice and asked Master Anren, his tone full of coldness: "Master, the three sword wounds on your body severed your vitals, and even your heart was damaged by the blows.

It was almost broken. I hope you look up and let me see how the arteries in your neck are bonded together..."

The pale-faced Master An Ren slowly raised his head in shock, only to see the same wound as Jiang Wen's on his neck, which was long, narrow and deep.

But he did not have the blessing of Jiang Wen's Vajra Indestructible Magic. The bone-carving scars exposed the paleness of the throat bones, and the bright pink blood wounds were like a child's mouth wide open. However, the blood gushing from his wounds had stopped inexplicably, and he hesitated to match his pale face.

, seems to be a mutilated corpse that accidentally resurrected from the underworld and still doesn't know it.

"Amitabha, no wonder the donor's internal injuries are so serious. The old monk often thought that you would run out of oil, but you could still walk like flying..."

Master Anren also suddenly realized it. He rubbed the fatal scar on his neck, but then murmured to himself, "Although this matter is strange, in the opinion of the old monk, it may still be the miraculous effect of Hanshan Kung Fu..."

Jiang Wen said noncommittally: "I don't understand this either. After all, if we are dreaming, then we are deeply involved in it now, and there is no way to verify the authenticity. I only learned from the inexplicable healing of the waist and abdominal injuries of Dharma King Miaobao

, guessed something strange."

Previously, when Dharma King Miaobao was trying to save his life, he fell into the corpse cellar and almost injured his internal organs. But now it seems that the injuries to his waist and abdomen have not affected his movements at all, and the wounds have even healed a lot. Because of such strange things, clues are slowly emerging.

, Jiang Wencai vaguely noticed something was wrong.

The miserable white mist was floating, like countless ashes falling from the sky, flying all over the forest. The withered ghosts with strange smiles appeared like maggots attached to their bones, and strange sounds were heard everywhere in the forest.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The old monk has never seen such an evil Jizushanyin. Is it true? Illusory? How can I understand... where is the end?

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Master Anren's thoughts seemed to be affected by the heavy fog. He still couldn't figure out the reason. His eyes were full of distracting thoughts. Fortunately, he was quickly freed from the distinction between names and forms. He felt ashamed again and again. In his heart, he had to admire Jiang Wen.

The accuracy of intuition.

"Amitabha! The old monk's cultivation is shallow, and he was almost caught by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance! The three poisons must be subdued by the three methods of discipline, concentration, and wisdom. Ordinary people should not think like this! Now I am afraid that only the Dharma King's cultivation can resist..."

At this time, it was already a cold night and the ghosts were full of ghosts. Looking down at the dead pines growing on the cliff, they looked like dry ghost hands that were about to reach the sky, always trying to catch the three people on the cliff.

But what is even more frightening is that at first glance, Thousand Buddha Cliff only looks like a mass of black shadows. In fact, there have long been dragonfly crawling on the rock wall. On top of it, countless strange shadows of dried muntjacs as big as sesame seeds are coming from the rock.

It emerged from the cracks, trying to dissolve into a whole body and climb up the rock, completely engulfing the cliff.

"Donor, what's your clever plan? If you continue to hesitate like this, I'm afraid your life will be ruined..."

Master Anren was furious all the way. It was only now that he knew he would not die that he gathered some strength to ask Jiang Wen.

At this moment, Jiang Wen's eyes were fixed on the direction where the dry muntjacs were coming like a tide. There, the Miaoba Dharma King was fending off thousands of troops, constantly fighting against the ghosts, just like a dangerous reef at the bottom of a river, which was always being submerged by huge waves, but always...

Able to reveal a majestic appearance after overwhelming the sky and the earth.

"Master, I don't know if this place is really an illusion, but when I hit Miss Luo with my palm just now, do you know what I noticed?"

Jiang Wen took a hard breath, turned around and searched for the white ghost figure in the distance, wanting to see when the other party would pursue him, so he replied to himself: "Those are clearly rocks and vegetation.

It's a cliff, it's a deep valley, it's everything that the eyes can see, except it doesn't look like a person..."

"Not human?"

Master Anren repeated it unconsciously.

"Yes! The true energy in Miss Luo's body is strong and thick. Even a master of decision-making who has practiced internal skills for hundreds of years should not have such seamlessly inserted true energy. That kind of stubbornness and hardness that does not belong to a living person is not ordinary at all.

All a living person can have!"

Jiang Wen said unexplained words. At first glance, it seemed that he was making excuses for his avoidance of fighting, cowering and running away, but in his sharp eyes like a sword, there was clearly a perseverance that could not be stopped by a thousand huge waves. An Ren

The Master only took one look and understood that Jiang Wen would never have chosen to avoid the battle if it had not been beyond human power.

Only Jiang Wen himself knew that no matter how miraculous the inner strength of martial arts was, there were few secrets in front of him. The true energy was either fiery or bitter, soft or hard, majestic or poisonous, empty-minded or overwhelming.

In fact, there must be a way to resolve the rise and fall of yin and yang.

But the internal force that emerged from Luo Shuang'er's body just now was not only not exquisite, but also incomprehensiblely crude. It was like a castle built by a naughty child out of cobblestones. The next second, it might lose its balance due to the breeze and completely collapse.

But it happens that it is such an internal force that when it is deeply accumulated to the point where the quantitative change leads to a qualitative change, turning into a majestic mountain made of stacked cobblestones, then the original rough and clumsy nature will also produce the magical characteristics of being as clumsy as it is clever.

Until he seizes the heaven and earth for his own use, it is impossible to shake him!

Relying on the strange Qi entrenched in the five internal organs, Jiang Wen had already begun to notice it. He just didn't expect that "Hanshan Gong" was composed of such messy impurities, like the most difficult-to-dissolve impurities deposited at the bottom of a salt pond for thousands of years.

Crystallized, it’s no wonder that even with four or five of his own superb internal skills, he couldn’t resolve the “Hanshan Jin” despite repeated crushing—

This "Hanshan Jin" is not so much composed of true energy as it is just a strange thing that is somewhat similar to true energy regardless of its appearance and nature!

If we are still talking about true energy at this time, then the "Hanshan Jin" that burst out from Luo Shuang'er's body may have been cultivated for no less than a hundred years...

No, a mere hundred years of cultivation may not have such despairing attributes. It must be the accumulation of thousands of years of skill that makes Jiang Wen at a loss. How to move and absorb in the sea of ​​​​qi, but in the end he was still seriously injured.

Jiang Wen knew very well that at that moment, when the "Hanshan Jin" burst out from Luo Shuang'er's thin body, it actually only showed the tip of the iceberg, as if the entire land had become her Dantian Qi sea, an eye for an eye earthquake.

A blow from Tui Jiangwen!

Jiang Wen was not so much defeated by "Hanshan Jin" as Mu Ning said that he was injured by the shock of his own strength!

Perhaps, as Master Anren said, Jizu Shanyin will increase the internal strength of Hanshan, making the water rise even higher when you are in it. However, it seems that this ghost place promotes more than just martial arts. Anyway, it is dark and dark, and it is confusing.

Everything seems to be reacting strangely.

After listening to Jiang Wen's description, Master An Ren turned pale and thought about something. After a long time, he looked at Jiang Wen angrily, his tone full of despair.

"Donor, if you can't compete with your martial arts, how can you resist these ghosts even if the Mystical Treasure Dharma King under the cliff is somewhat brave?"

Everyone in Jizushanyin is now unable to fly. Master Anren looks haggard and haggard, just like their current situation, but he can't understand why Jiang Wen has so much confidence here.

"You are wrong, Master."

Jiang Wen spat out a mouthful of blood from his internal injuries and said to Master Anren with a strange smile, "It was only when I faced the ghost that I suddenly realized. Who said that the Dharma King Miaobao can't deal with the dry muntjac because he doesn't know martial arts?"

"Ah? Forgive the old monk for his ignorance..."

"I've talked a lot about martial arts and you still don't understand it. Anyway, the purity of Dharma King Miaobao is so high, he must be a master who can stand on his own!

"Huh!? Doesn't Donor Jiang intend to go and help?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Master An Ren originally thought that Jiang Wen was planning to unite his forces, but he almost didn't react at this time.

"Huh!? Why did the Master say this?"
To be continued...