The old fire monster who was fighting against Zhenshui was knocked into ashes by the thunder!

As the sound wave passed, the Hounds of the Three Realms that followed him also shattered one after another, blowing into pieces all over the sky! The filth in the mountains was swept away in an instant!

Losing the control and control of the old fire monster, his body was covered in flames like a long whale to draw water, and it rushed into the inscription behind him, and two pairs of extremely enlarged fire wings were born along the spine!

Wu Ming dragged two lines of blood and tears, struggled to break free from the shaman true fire, and stumbled towards the fallen female captain. Unexpectedly, he was blocked by Mingfei's arms.

"Wu Ming, you are full of real fire, which is not only useless but also harmful to her."

There was blood in front of my eyes, and blood foam in my ears, nose and mouth surging, rolling in my throat. The power Wu Ming tried his best to gather disappeared on the ground. He was gone and fell to the ground with a plop.

The Tubo national master who had achieved great merit also dispersed his skills and landed gracefully. The monks of Jiming Temple rushed over and surrounded the two of them.

"It's okay for the little spirit boy. But that girl has exhausted her true essence and is afraid of the danger." The Tubo national master whispered a magic number.

Mingfei tapped her head lightly and couldn't help but sigh.

Di Ting, who had turned away all over his body, rushed to the master, stared at the bronze bell-shaped eyes, and watched the monks carry Wu Ming and the other two into the hall, not knowing what they were thinking.

The noise was gone and the filth disappeared. Looking around the lush forests in the clouds, the Tubo National Master suddenly smiled slightly and turned to walk down the mountain. Mingfei and Diting followed immediately, and the group was blocked by the winding mountain road and disappeared without a trace.

The secret Zen fighting ended.

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Wu Ming's condition was as Tubo national teacher said, and it was not serious.

At that time, he was engulfed by the fire. Although the situation was terrifying, it was actually similar to copper lions, clay sculptures, and bodhi tree roots. The inscriptions on the spine transformed the true cremation into the five elements of spiritual energy, filling the limbs and bones.

As Nan Fengning said, Fantianmen does have a unique way of survival.

Wu Ming was indeed considered to be a blessing. The old fire monster's three realms of poisoning the world, but the national master used the extremely pure Tantric master seal to remove the fire poison and turned into Samadhi True Fire; and the old fire monster who resurrected the soul by borrowing corpses is no longer human, and is more inclined to be a monster and monster. The combination of the two, the world's seal is used to make full use of it, and then the true fire is taken into his pocket.

At this time, Wu Ming already has four of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and only true water is missing.

Behind Jilong Mountain, Wuming Valley.

The intermittent bloodline was dripping down a towering tree. Looking up from the bloodstains splashing on the ground, I saw the crown of trees covered with clouds rolling smoke and firelights. Bi Fang, who was sitting cross-legged on the branches, was covered with talisman paper, and his face was ferocious. The blue veins were scattered on his belly, and the blood light appeared, and there was constant thunder in his belly.

The toad-like cheeks are connected to the throat and neck, and the strong smoke and fire are constantly spraying out from the mouth, eyes, ears and noses as you breathe.

At a critical moment, the sound without a trace of fireworks suddenly rang behind Bi Fang, who was struggling to withering his life.

"You can't refine it."

Bi Fang struggled to stand up, but his enlarged body made him unable to do what he wanted.

"Don't move." The sound came again, and a piece of plain sleeves came, wrapping the belly of the poop, and gently bundled it.

Bi Fang suddenly leaned over and vomited a fire.

Seeing the fire divided into silk, scattered like a swimming fish, disappearing without a trace in a blink of an eye, the visitor couldn't help but sigh, "How could the evil god of Fire Cloud die easily?"

He tried his best to calm down his inner breath, and Bi Fang gasped and bowed: "See the Pavilion Master, his subordinates are incompetent, and they are affected..."

"You have done your best." The voice was as calm as water.

"Lord Nanfeng's life is hanging on a thread! Pavilion Master..."

"I know."

Looking up again, the person has left.

He raised his hand to take the medicine bottle that was flying over Youyou. Bi Fang raised his head and swallowed the pills, suppressing his worries and secretly cured his wounds.

The back hall of Jiming Temple.

Wu Ming, who had woken up, was staring at Fang Liang, crying silently. He wanted to know Nan Fengning's condition at this time. But his stiff body had long been out of his control.

The true fire of Samadhi is like a wild horse that rushes into the spine inscription, entangled with three other spiritual energy, sweeping across his limbs and bones, constantly impacting his overwhelmed meridians.

Especially the brain. The unruly four-system torrent almost blocked all the mind, and it easily wiped out the instructions he sent to his body again and again.

The more anxious the heart is, the more painful the heart is. The more painful the heart is, the more anxious the heart is. The pain is so painful that even the last glance of the female capture can't even remember it. In the eyes of tears and focal distance, only that kind of determination is left.

True water has no fragrance.

It is said to be a trick, but it is also a human being.

I don’t know that my parents’ abandoned children are all giving and have never been given like this.

Wu Ming clenched his fists desperately, fighting with the spiritual energy everywhere for control of his body, preventing Nisheng's numbness from erasing the last spiritual consciousness.

It seemed that the spiritual energy that was in troubled all over his body also felt his stubbornness and was a little calmer.

The divergent vision recovered slightly, and Wu Xianzhong saw the beams crossing the roof again.

The thickly decorated beam wood exudes the ancient and unique Buddhist cliché. Although the ugly spotted eyes all over the body have a hint of Vajra, it may be wrong to blink at him.

Wu Ming also blinked subconsciously. After identifying the things on the beam, the boy who had to hold on for a long time finally pouted.

You are a damn bastard who kills thousands of swords!

The storyteller, covered in black, jumped down from the beam without any trace.

"A good disciple, I haven't seen him for many days, and I feel more refreshed and more vibrant."

"It's great...your mother!" Wu Ming gritted his teeth and cursed.

Although he was merciless, Wu Ming had to admit that the moment he saw the deceased master, he suddenly felt much more relaxed.

Even those who are so cheerful can speak.

"Hehe! If you want to say that this Samadhi True Fire is indeed amazing, the good disciple can breathe fire in his mouth." The inscription master didn't care, and dusted his clothes that did not exist at all, shook his head and responded.

"I'm immortal! Is this all designed by you?!" Wu Ming said more and more, and his brain cells became active. "You know that killing people will pay for your life, and you know that Brahma will come forward, so it's natural to take me to Beijing! You even thought that I would try my best to escape, so I gave me a shining seal! Such a copper lion, clay sculpture, old fire monster, Bodhi tree root! And this Samadhi True Fire! It's not difficult to predict!! You have known that the old fire monster is setting fire in the capital, waiting to block me halfway!"

Qian Mu stood with his hands behind his back, listening to the spring breeze, Wu Ming expressed his anger one by one.

Wu Ming became more and more angry as he spoke, and he wanted to bite the old ghost to death, "Old rascal! It's fine if you plot against me, but who told me that I was not good at seeing you, and I got into the sky-high ball of your mother's ball! But you! But why do you plot against her together?!"

Ignoring the overwhelming hatred that could stab him ten thousand times ten thousand times, he scratched his scalp, spread his hands and said, "Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, she is the most difficult real water among the five elements."

With a buzzing sound, the boy's eyes turned dark and fainted.

The inscription master sighed without any surprise, reached out and rubbed the mud ball from his armpit, and threw it far into the boy's mouth where white foam was rising.
Chapter completed!