My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

  Chapter 65: The twin magical skills of Buddha and demons!

"Huh! The Son of Ten Thousand Swords is really cruel, and we didn't provoke him, so we even mobilized a mighty power to kill us! If it weren't for Senior Feng Qingyang, we might be more ill-tempered today!" Lu Haoran grew out. With a sigh of relief, his face was covered with the expression of the rest of his life.

  Not only him, but Liu Xinghe and others also have lingering fears.

  Chen Xi looked at Liu Xinghe: "Brother Liu, you are very knowledgeable, but have you ever heard of Feng Qingyang’s name? What kind of mountain is Huashan?"

  You ask me, who shall I ask?

   Liu Xinghe groaned for a while, shook his head and sighed: "Maybe I am ignorant, and I have never heard of the name of Senior Feng Qingyang. As for Huashan, it may be a hidden Sejong gate in Donghuang who is indifferent to fame and fortune."

Jiang Chuxue had icy blue brilliance circulating on his body, and whispered: "Old Feng Qingyang had never used any spirit treasures at all. He killed that blocking power with a single blow. Its strength might be enough to defeat the sword demon alone. It's comparable."

  Everyone agrees. They have seen the incarnation of the sword demon Dugu begging for defeat on the top of the sacred mountain. They were shocked by the heavens, and today they saw Senior Feng Qingyang's shots. They were equally astonishing and stunning.

  The two are strong and weak, they are really not easy to compare.

   "By the way, that spirit treasure!"

  Fang Yunzhao's expression moved slightly, turning into a stream of light and rushing to the place where the black sword just landed. He searched for a long time, but found nothing.

   Liu Xinghe gently shook, and said: "No need to find it, it is a spiritual treasure, it disappeared when Senior Feng Qingyang disappeared, and it is probably taken away by Senior Feng Qingyang."

  Fang Yunzhao flew back a little disappointed, and said in a puzzled way: "Why did Senior Feng Qingyang save us?"

"Perhaps he was cultivating nearby but was disturbed by the old woman. Maybe he just couldn't understand how powerful it could bully us juniors. Who knows? How can we guess that these characters act? In any case, we are still alive. Fortunately!" Lu Haoran responded.

Jiang Chuxue pondered: "The sword demon Dugu Qiuqiu and Senior Feng Qingyang have both appeared, and there will be more hidden masters who will be born in the future. Perhaps the young master Fenglouyun is right, a brilliant golden master. The world is coming!"

  "Don't think about it so much. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's go! If we are in danger again, no one will save us!" Liu Xinghe gave a deep cry, and drove the flying sword into the distance first.

  Jiang Chuxue and others did not dare to stay here more, each offering a different flying magic weapon, and fleeing in the direction of Xuantian Holy Land behind Liu Xinghe.

  The events of Taicang God City came to an end, but what happened on the top of Falling Sacred Mountain was spread.

A certain prince of the Ziwei Dynasty, the enchanting evildoer of the ancient Qin family, the **** son of the Nanling Ten Thousand Demon God Dynasty, and the reincarnation Buddha of the Ximo Ten Thousand Buddha Temple. It has been handed down to the East Desolation, and there is a trend to lead the younger generation of the East Desolation.

  In addition, Li Qingzhou's reputation spread.

Li Qingzhou is Chen Beixuan. He beheaded his followers in the presence of the Son of Ten Thousand Swords. He is also the heir of the sword demon Dugu who seeks defeat. Although his name is not as loud as those of the heavenly arrogances, he is also among the heavenly arrogances of the Eastern Wilds. Stand firm.

  The Son of Ten Thousand Swords wanted to intervene, but was stopped by Qingyunfeng’s Zi Menghan. The two played against each other, the Son of Ten Thousand Swords did not have the upper hand!

  Xuantian holy land Qingyunfeng has two great arrogances in the line, even if Qingyunfeng is low-key, it will gradually become known to the major forces of the Eastern Desolation.

   Soon, more news about Qingyunfeng’s line was unearthed.

  Once being sacrificed in blood by the Demon Lord, there are only a few people left in the entire Qingyun Peak.

  Everyone secretly felt sorry for Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou when they heard about it. They felt that these two great arrogances would be delayed by Qingyunfeng and it would be difficult to grow up. Even if you grow up, your future achievements are limited.

  Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou did not go down the mountain after returning to Qingyun Peak. Gradually, everyone no longer paid too much attention to Qingyun Peak.

  There is another name that rose to fame in the Eastern Wilderness, Huashan, the wind is clear!

  This name was passed by Liu Xinghe and others. They claimed that they had encountered an extremely powerful interception from the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords. Fortunately, this expert assisted, slashed that great ability with a sword, and then drifted away.

  The Holy Land of Ten Thousand Swords denied it, saying that Liu Xinghe and others had framed it, and that he had never heard of the name Huashan Fengqingyang, and believed that everything was fabricated by Liu Xinghe and others.

  No one knows Huashan, and no one has heard of Feng Qingyang's name. Although Feng Qingyang's name has been spread, it is far not as loud as Chen Beixuan's name for changing the sword demon Dugu to seek defeat.

  In addition to these, the Sword Saint Child, who has been widely followed by hundreds of millions of cultivators in the Eastern Wilderness, suddenly announced a retreat, which fascinated people.

After   , someone exploded again. There was a big battle in an unnamed mountain area tens of thousands of miles away in Taicang God City, which turned dozens of peaks into a great abyss, and there was still a sense of swordsmanship.

  Some people have speculated that the Saint Thousand Swordsman had attacked Qingyunfeng, but there was no evidence, it was just a conjecture.

  ……

  Time flies.

  In a blink of an eye, it has been a year later.

  The calm of Qingyunfeng was broken.

There are thousands of Buddha phantoms around the body of the little monk Fakong. Behind each Buddha shadow is a demon Buddha. The Buddha is chanting and the demon Buddha is whispering. The two completely different powers of the Buddha and demon are perfectly integrated. , Revealing a weird sense of sacredness, seeming to be dormant with infinite energy.

"brush!"

  Little monk Fakong opened his eyes, a vast aura swept away, and all the shadows of Buddha and ghosts in the sky disappeared.

  Fakong Young Monk's eyes were full of clarity, and a peculiar soul jumped out of the heavenly spirit cover.

  This primordial spirit is like sticking two primordial spirits back to back. The two faces are the faces of the young monk Fa Kong, one with compassion and the other with cold and evil, which can change at any time, just like twins of destiny.

Little Monk Fakong put away his soul, his face was full of triumphant smiles: "Sure enough, what the second brother said is right, just realize it by yourself! I entered the soul realm earlier than the second brother, I see how he will do in the future Bully me! Hahaha..."

  At this time, the young monk Fakong naturally knew that the origin of the ten thousand Taoism he had felt when he enlightened the Tao was exactly the rhyme of Taoism that escaped when the master was practicing the Tao, and it became more and more mysterious and unpredictable for the master.

  Under the influence of this Taoist rhyme, the young monk Fakong sorted out his practice, wiped out all the hidden dangers left by the practice, and re-solidified the foundation of the Buddha.

  With the deep enlightenment of the young monk Fakong, he found a avenue dedicated to him and created a practice that suits him best.

  "What is the name of this exercise? It may be known forever, so you must be a little domineering!" The young monk Fakong muttered to himself, frowning and thinking.

  For a long time, the little monk Fakong's eyes were bright, and he determined the name of this exercise: the gods and the gods, the gods and the gods!

  (End of this chapter)