Chapter 341: Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night

Chapter 341: Xiaolou listened to the spring rain all night

  Chapter 341 Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight

   Zhang Jing slowly opened his eyes in reality, and he also broke through!

   It's just that I didn't fully comprehend that style of swordsmanship.

  However, this is only a matter of time, Zhang Jing has already firmly remembered that style in his mind.

   Zhang Jing opened up in this cave today, the innate seventh orifice, the Tianding orifice.

   Officially entered the innate late stage.

   This is also the only time he made a breakthrough completely relying on his own understanding.

   Did not use a pill.

   Zhang Jing stood up slowly, and picked up the deep knife.

   Zhang Jing raised the knife and swiped it in front of his eyes.

  There are also two sentences above,

   "The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the magic knife cuts through the world of mortals!"

   "From now on, I'll call you Hongchen Dao," Zhang Jing said softly.

   "Buzz."

  The blade trembled slightly, as if responding to Zhang Jing's words.

  Such a spiritual sword is absolutely impossible to be a precious sword.

   But a higher level of magic weapon!

   Also called Lingbing, which means spiritual weapons.

   "Thank you, senior," Zhang Jing solemnly bowed to the bones on the ground.

  In the artistic conception world of this knife, Zhang Jing not only saw an extremely terrifying knife technique,

   also used that piece of world to directly break through the innate late stage.

   Worthy of his praise.

  Furthermore, with this Red Dust Knife, Zhang Jing's problem with weapons has also been solved.

   "Brother Zhang, the killing intent just now?" Feng Wanli asked with concern.

  When he fell into an epiphany before, nothing overflowed.

  Perhaps, this also proves that the sword obtained by Zhang Jing is stronger than his Mochen Sword.

   "What killing intent?" Zhang Jing asked back.

   It seems that he doesn't understand Feng Wanli's words.

   "Brother Zhang, just when you fell into an epiphany..."

  Feng Wanli told Zhang Jing what he felt just now.

   "I was indeed caught in a sea of ​​blood, but I was not affected."

   "Of course I believe Brother Zhang," Feng Wanli smiled.

   "Master, it's your turn," Zhang Jing gestured with her hand.

  Before he finished speaking, the white bones just now slowly turned into ashes.

   Monk Wangyou calmed down slightly,

   Both Zhang Jing and Feng Wanli were able to break through the realm,

   No way, he can.

   It's just that if he wants to break through, it's not the innate realm.

   Monk Wangyou has already opened up the nine innate orifices.

  The only difficulty before him was forming alchemy.

   Monk Wangyou stepped forward, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

  After saluting, Monk Wangyou grabbed the Buddha beads directly.

   "Boom."

   Monk Wangyou seems to have heard the sound of space breaking,

  It made him close his eyes uncontrollably, and when he opened them again, he seemed to have come to another space.

  In an empty space, Zen sounds rang in my ears.

  The sound of chanting continued.

   Monk Wangyou stabilized his body, and slowly heard the voice clearly.

  These voices of chanting are ordinary Buddhist scriptures.

   Both, the Diamond Sutra and the Huayan Sutra.

  Monk Wangyou gradually calmed down,

   Stop thinking about breakthroughs,

  Afterwards, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to chant sutras, "As I heard, for a while, the Buddha was in the only tree to the lonely garden in the country of Sravasti."

   I don’t know how long I read it, it may be a day, it may be an hour.

  Monk Wangyou in reality slowly opened his eyes,

  The aura on his body is a bit ethereal.

  He has already felt the omen of alchemy.

   It could be a day, it could be January.

  In short, within three months, Monk Wangyou can start to form alchemy.

   "Thank you, Master," Monk Wangyou clasped his hands together, and performed a Buddhist salute to the bones sitting cross-legged on the ground.

  Monk Wangyou picked up the beads and put them on his hands.

  This bone was reduced to ashes like the previous two.

   "Restrain the three seniors," Zhang Jing said softly.

   "Okay," Feng Wanli nodded.

   "It should be so," Monk Wangyou said in a low voice.

   After finishing speaking, the three of them stepped forward to collect the bones of these people, well, strictly speaking, they were ashes.

   "Wait, there are words here," Feng Wanli exclaimed suddenly.

   "I have it here too," Zhang Jing's eyes moved slightly.

  These words were engraved on the ground, covered by the three seniors.

   It was only when the bones were collected now that the three of them discovered it.

   "Yu practiced martial arts since childhood, but failed. Later, he entered Taoism and practiced. If he failed, he entered Buddhism again, and failed."

   "After learning from the pain, I decided to fall into the devil's way,

   Finally completed. "

   "One day, my bronze and iron piece learned that there was a master's inheritance on the Black Mountain.

   On the night of the full moon, I went into the cave, and got something, half a bowl of thousand-year spiritual liquid, and a magic knife. "

   "Senior left a last word. A monster tiger was suppressed under this Black Mountain. This tiger is very vicious and must not be released to harm anyone."

   "Obtaining its inheritance, take it as its own thing. Two hundred years later, knowing that the end is approaching, I came back to Montenegro and merged into the formation with my life's strength."

   "When I died, there were two people by my side, one sword repairer and one eminent monk, very good."

   "Since you take my magic knife, you must remember that you must not let the killing blind your eyes. In addition, when you know that you are going to die, don't forget to come here to strengthen the formation and pass it on to future generations."

   "Blood Sea Demon Lord, Zuo Qianqiu left his pen."

   Zhang Jing's eyes moved slightly, and he read the handwriting on the ground word by word.

  Feng Wanli, Monk Wangyou is similar,

  General content The three of them basically looked at each other.

   It can be regarded as understanding some situations. Under this cave, there is an expert suppressing a demon tiger.

  Using the Absolute Yuan Formation to draw away the vitality of the entire Black Mountain.

   Turned this place into a desperate situation.

   Make the demon tiger below unable to refine the vitality of the world to recover.

  Among the three of them, the monk in the middle was the first one to come, and his Dharma name is Kujue.

   is a traveling monk who travels the world.

  Jianxiu was the second to come and did not leave a name.

  In his words, it is useless to leave a name even if everyone is dead.

  The last one to pass away here is Blood Sea Demon Lord, Zuo Qianqiu.

  And the little soil bag behind these people is the senior who once passed on the inheritance to Zuo Qianqiu and the other three.

   Zhang Jing finally solved the confusion. Before, he wondered that there were just three of them, and then there were three things here.

  Looking at it now, this is not the case.

  The three of them did not come together.

  The time interval between them may also be as long as several decades.

   "Let's follow their example and bury them," Monk Wangyou said softly.

"it is good."

"it is good."

   Zhang Jing and the two nodded, and then began to move.

  After a long time, there were three more small soil bags here.

  The three of Zhang Jing solemnly saluted again, not just for inheritance.

  The three of them kept their promises, and Zhang Jing and the other three admired them.

   "Should we continue to go down? Even if there is a demon tiger, it was hundreds of years ago, and it may have died already," Feng Wanli said softly.

   This is the first time he heard the word demon tiger,

   I was a little curious.

   "What do you think, Master?" Zhang Jing asked Monk Wangyou for his opinion.

   "Although the cultivation bases of the three seniors were not stated explicitly, the poor monk estimates that they are at least in the Golden Core realm, and they may even be superhuman beings."

   "To be able to guard such a senior and not dare to go down below proves that the strength of the beast below may exceed our imagination."

   "So, for the sake of safety, the poor monk's suggestion is not to go on. It's not too late to go until the three of you and I have reached the Golden Core Realm. It would be best if the demon tiger died.

   If it does not die, we will join forces to beat him to death,

   If you can't kill them, then we can only learn from these seniors and inject our life's strength into the formation here. "

   Monk Wangyou spoke slowly, expressing some of his thoughts.

   "Master's idea, I think it's okay," Zhang Jing echoed softly.

   "Then so be it," since Zhang Jing and Monk Wangyou have already made a decision, Feng Wanli will not object.

  The three of them looked at each other, then turned around without continuing to go down.

   Caution is the most important thing.

"Roar."

   Just as the three of them turned around, a tiger's howl sounded like a bell came from the depths of the cave.

   This voice may seem loud on the surface, but there is still a vague feeling of being strong on the outside and dry on the inside.

  The three of Zhang Jing were instantly frozen in place by the roar of the tiger.

  It seems to be under control.

  A blue light flashed in Zhang Jing's eyes, and he quickly got out of the control of the tiger roar.

  However, Monk Wangyou and Feng Wanli still did not break free.

  At this moment, the two of them turned around and prepared to go deep into the cave.

   There is no look in the eyes.

   Just by relying on a roar of a tiger, two innate master masters in the late stage can be out of control.

   Such a method, in Zhang Jing's view, is indeed too terrifying.

   This has been suppressed for at least hundreds of years. If it was in its heyday,

   I'm afraid it will be even more terrifying.

   "Master, Brother Feng, I've offended you," Zhang Jing reached out and grabbed the two of them, running his true energy and immediately retreating.

   "Yaohu, just wait, next time you come back, you will definitely die," Zhang Jing snorted coldly.

  The voice was infused with true energy, and it spread to the bottom of the cave.

  Since he can break free from the demon tiger's roar, it proves that the demon tiger doesn't have much strength left.

  Even if that demon tiger was once scary,

  However, after all, it has been imprisoned for hundreds of years, and there is no vitality here to restore its strength.

   Absolutely no strength left.

   Zhang Jing is going to wait until he breaks through the Golden Core and come again.

   Huang Jiugong once said that if Zhang Jing can kill the demon dragon suppressed under Taixuan Daomen,

  Bathe its dragon blood and take its dragon balls.

   It is very possible to break through the realm of heaven and man.

  However, Zhang Jing later found out that Taixuan Daomen is one of the Five Daomen.

In the    faction, there are celestial beings in charge, and Zhang Jing's small body will definitely not be able to win.

  However, under this cave, there is a demon tiger that has lingered for hundreds of years.

  If you can refine its amber soul, eat its meat, and drink its blood.

   Maybe it can achieve the same effect as Dragon Blood and Dragon Ball.

  Possibly, this is the opportunity for Zhang Jing to break through the realm of heaven and man.

"Roar."

   What responded to Zhang Jing was a tiger roar, a tiger roar that could clearly hear the weakness.

  (end of this chapter)