Nanda Mountain originated from the Pili Sect, but the disciples in this mountain gate are no longer monks.

Meng Yixing didn't say much, and walked forward with the "painted scroll" in his hand.

Pang Jing closed his eyes, as if he was sensing something.

Step by step...

The sound is asymptotic.

Meng Yixing used his body technique, and the "painted scroll" in his hand was like a vajra, which was smashed down on his head, and the strong wind fell with it.

Nandat Mountain inherits the "ascetic practice method" one of the four major practice methods of Pili Sect, so the moves seem to be very open and close, and they are extremely irritable.

And this scroll is actually made of stainless steel and rare metals, casting it, wrought iron to destroy gold is also common.

In short, fighting depends on recklessness.

In addition, there seems to be another world in the scroll.

Pang Jing's thin lips showed a cold curve. Xia Ji was so awesome just now. He felt deeply that if he couldn't do it at this time, he would be really hit.

So, he used his own means in an instant.

Chiu...

An ancient burning Buddha appeared on the bronze pillar standing upright on the ground. One of them stretched out with thousands of hands, held their palms flat, revealing one eye.

A range of about a hundred feet faintly emerged on the ground.

Meng Yixing is already in the range.

“Visual deprivation.”

Pang Jing spit out four words lightly, and then pulled out the serrated magic knife on his waist.

The body and mind are like lightning, facing Meng Yixing, competing against each other, and welcome them!

A strange change occurred in the area.

Meng Yixing suddenly felt the darkness in front of him, and blinked quickly, but when he opened his eyes again, it was still dark.

He also reacted quickly.

The scroll was still in mid-air, and the owner of Mount Nantuo suddenly stepped suddenly.

The forced recoil was filled with blood, and he forced himself to swallow it back.

His five fingers were like hooks, grabbed the edge of the scroll and suddenly pulled the power.

The heavy metal painting scroll was immediately pulled apart, spreading a white surface.

The picture shows the dagger, and a purple light suddenly shot out!

The purple light is as violent as thunder, with indestructible power and cannot dodge.

Pang Jing was slashed by the magic sword, but his combat instinct made him frown tightly, let go, and dodge or dodge.

The miserable white giant hand tied up by chains was full of strength and headed towards the purple light.

boom!!

The magic hand against the purple light.

The smoke completely immersed Pang Jing in the darkness.

Na Meng Yixing began to retreat quickly.

He can't see it.

But I also vaguely felt that as long as I was a certain distance from this Holy Son, I could restore my vision.

So, he retreated urgently.

But the next moment.

A gray figure shot out from the smoke and dust, and the pale giant hand held the blood-red serrated knife and flashed by.

After slashing Meng Yixing's waist.

Xia Ji no longer watches.

The result is clear.

Just watching Pang Jing fight, he also felt a little touched.

It seems that I have learned a little too complicated.

True Qi, mysterious Qi, true meaning, and body training all seem to have some meaning...

Well, it seems that it hasn't been digging deeply.

And Pang Jing has already brought his true sense of fear to a new level.

Use a bronze pillar to fix the burning Buddha, so that the area around the bronze pillar falls into your own control.

Pang Jing’s ancient Buddha is different from himself. It can use the gaps in his mind to deprive the five senses.

So, can any enemy enter his area be deprived of?

far away...

Pang Jing slashed his body with a knife, and quickly returned, standing quietly beside the bronze pillar.

Meng Yixing's body was divided into two halves, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and his blood seemed to turn into two balls of flowing red mist, heading towards the serrated magic knife in Pang Jing's hand, making the Holy Son of the Holy Sect feel a bit demonic.

"Who else?!"

Pang Jing's voice was calm.

This is the case in the world. If you fight for life and death, you will never become a great person if you are afraid of your head and head, and you will never become a great person.

Xia Ji was relieved, so he walked to the door of the immortal master's house.

There is an isolation sensing effect in the door, so it is impossible to peek from the outside.

He knocked on the door.

No one agreed.

Push the door directly into the door and bring it with you with your back.

Xia Ji looked calm and observed inside.

There is a translucent air shield in the house.

The central ground is a gossip graphic.

In the middle of the Bagua is a Taoist priest in apricot and yellow clothes, surrounded by pennants of four green and four yellow on all sides, corresponding to eight directions.

At this time, Hua Fei was sitting on the Qian Gua of the Bagua, sitting cross-legged.

There is no wind in the house, and eight flags are floating in a uncertain way.

There seems to be a lot of mixed flows moving.

The Taoist priest's eyebrows were beating constantly, his left hand was pinching the marks, and he kept moving, and he was calculating what he was calculating.

The handsome man who was called Shi Ai stood outside the gossip with his hands behind his back, a little nervous.

The two of them turned their backs to the gate, while the Taoist priest was concentrating on calculating that the air shield seemed to have a sound insulation effect, so Xia Ji entered and no one noticed them.

The Regent was not in a hurry, his figure flashed and suddenly disappeared into darkness.

He thought of hiding, and no one could know about this room.

Why not go in directly?

He wanted to see what this Taoist priest, known as the "Immortal Master", was giving Hua Fei something.

Outside the house, there were another sound of fighting.

After continuous and fierce fighting, with a scream, he returned to calm again.

Obviously, Pang Jing challenged another Tianyuan to kill him.

But in fact... that's not what it is.

True meaning and qi are likely to be two systems.

If skills are the first sequence of true meaning, then "Chaoxing Dao" is the second sequence.

They correspond to the true energy of the True Yuan Realm and the mysterious energy of the Tongxuan Realm.

So, Pang Jing is actually a master in the second half-step sequence. From this perspective, he has not surpassed the level.

Just as Xia Ji was thinking, the immortal master in the air mask had already opened his eyes.

The Regent hurriedly restrained his breath and looked carefully...

He could tell what others were saying by stuttering his lips.

Can...

If this immortal master had a sensitive sense, he would be discovered.
To be continued...