As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills Chapter 109

  Chapter 109 Destiny with Buddha

  Amidst the wind and snow, the hall was silent.

  The three great masters all stared at the figure of the Taoist priest at the door with serious eyes.

  Grandmasters, the artistic conception of martial arts is extraordinary and refined, they have a vague sense of the surrounding aura, and can sense the blood aura of other warriors...

   Between the three of them, when they interact with each other, they are like three groups of exuberant flames, and their blood is as strong and bright as the scorching sun.

  But when they looked at the little Taoist priest, they felt as if they saw an ordinary mortal without any blood.

  There are only two kinds of situations in this situation... The first one is that he is really an ordinary person, but the silent Wudao Gang outside the door obviously denies this possibility.

  The second type is that this little Taoist priest has far surpassed these three people in his control over his blood energy...the blood energy in his whole body is not exposed at all, and has been condensed to the limit.

   "This is impossible..." Liang Xuanmo said subconsciously: "Except for that person, no one in the world can reach this level!"

   "It's definitely not Zhou Pingshi, he has already left this world..." Wu Tiantong frowned, but he still couldn't guess the origin of this nameless person.

Before this, they had suspected that the leader of this unknown person was the newly promoted Grandmaster Zhang Shan, but now they directly overturned this conjecture... No matter how talented Wuhou Zhou Pingshi is, it is impossible for him to reach the level of the Grandmaster just after breaking through. Such boundaries.

Jiang Ming looked at Wudao, with an unruffled expression on his face: "Back then...it was also such a snowy night. You were living on the street and almost froze to death. I will give you hot meals, teach you martial arts, and help you step by step to where you are today. , I didn't expect that you were not satisfied..."

"I wasn't the only beggar you picked back then... I don't have any ambitions, how did I get to where I am now!" Wudao looked at Jiang Ming calmly: "So what if you came, the three great masters are here... you and This shameless person, none of them can get away today!"

   "Ah...you can't walk away, anyway, you can't see it." Jiang Ming sighed and stepped forward.

   "My lords, save..." Wu Dao's expression changed, and he quickly looked at Liang Xuanmo and the others.

   What made his whole body cold was that the three of them remained motionless and looked at him indifferently.

   "You..." Wu Dao turned pale.

   Until this moment, Wudao finally came to his senses... It turned out that he was just a dispensable pawn.

   "It's ridiculous... I thought I could stir up the world..."

   As soon as Wu Dao thought of this, he saw a ghostly figure descending in front of him.

  He didn't even have time to fight back, but he was grabbed by the neck. Before his consciousness disappeared, he seemed to hear the sound of his own cervical spine shattering...

  Boom!

  The corpse hit the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

  The leader of the Wudao Gang who has been in the rivers and lakes for decades, just died in this barren mountain Taoist temple!

   "Next, it's you..." Jiang Ming looked calmly at the remaining three great masters.

   "Wu Ming, even Marquis Wu, it is difficult for one person to take down three grandmasters... How about we shake hands and make peace and win the world together..." Wu Tiantong held the ax, but what he said at this time was to talk about peace.

Monk Kongjian glanced at him, surprisingly he didn't object, what Wu Tiantong said was true, no matter how powerful a grandmaster is, it would be difficult to kill three grandmasters... But this kind of grandmaster who controls blood energy to the peak, before his death It might not be difficult to take one with you.

  No one could have imagined that the boss of this nameless person is actually a peerless grand master comparable to Marquis Wu... The two of them have such a tacit understanding that they want to withdraw.

  Even if you can't reach an agreement, you destroy your Liang family...we won't get involved.

  Wu Tiantong and Monk Kongjian glanced at each other without a trace, and reached an agreement without saying a word.

   Only Liang Xuanmo was left, still staring at Jiang Ming with a cold face, with murderous intent in his eyes.

   "Three masters? Where did the three come from..." Jiang Ming smiled, "Isn't there only two and a half?"

  As soon as these words came out, Wu Tiantong and Monk Kongjian were puzzled, but Liang Xuanmo's face changed slightly.

  My family knows my own affairs, how his master broke through, I can't understand in my heart...

   "Blood energy is powerful and terrifying, but the artistic conception of martial arts seems to be quite flawed... Gold and jade are beyond it, but it is ruined!"

  Jiang Ming spoke casually, and suddenly glanced at Liang Xuanmo.

  Boom...

  In Liang Xuanmo's eyes, the temples, Taoist temples, and wind and snow in front of him seemed to have disappeared... At this moment, only the three mottled statues in the main hall were left.

   "Ah..." Liang Xuanmo yelled subconsciously.

  The next moment, a sharp tearing pain came from his body, Liang Xuanmo woke up, and only saw the face of the little Taoist priest in front of him, and an arm piercing his chest...

  Boom~

  The chest exploded, and Liang Xuanmo screamed and flew upside down. Most of his viscera were almost shattered, leaving only a big hole in the chest and abdomen...

  Jiang Ming's eyes are indifferent, the meaning of the master is as real as it is, and ordinary people can be stared to death at a glance... The greatest disadvantage of warriors under the master when facing the master is not the blood, but the artistic conception gap like a natural moat.

This Liang Xuanmo did not know what he relied on to elevate his blood energy to the realm of a master, but Jiang Ming's perception is so keen that he can see his flaws at a glance. Unprepared, the master's artistic conception suddenly exploded, directly shocking Liang Xuanmo When his mind faltered, he easily killed him.

  At this moment, two glaring blood force also erupted suddenly from both sides, and the knife light and fist marks that pierced through the air slammed into Jiang Ming's vitals.

   "Too weak!" Jiang Ming smiled lightly, without even using his blood energy, he swung his left and right fists flatly, using his physical body to forcibly challenge the master-level blood strength.

  Boom! boom!

  There were two loud bangs, and the blood energy dissipated, and Jiang Ming's hands were as clean as jade, unscathed.

   "So strong..." Miss Wang's chest rose and fell, and every time she saw this lord make a move, she would be extremely shocked.

   "Again..." Jiang Mingyun was indifferent, and was missing two lines and continued to pretend to be a master, but he saw Wu Tiantong and Monk Kong Jian, with horrified faces, turned around and fled together.

   One jumped out of a window, the other hit a wall...

  Wu Tiantong's heart jumped wildly, whoever doesn't run away is a fool, is this guy still human, even the master-level ultimate move can't break his body... Even that Zhou Pingshi is not so outrageous.

   "No prospect..." Jiang Ming shook his head, stretched his body, and rushed out of the window.

  By taking advantage of the color of the snow, Jiang Mingdang even saw a figure running away on the mountain with an ax in hand.

  Boom...

  Jiang Ming did not hesitate, the Broken Vessel Meridian erupted immediately, and his speed suddenly increased, like a meteor falling from the sky, approaching Wu Tiantong rapidly.

  Seeing that he was approaching, Jiang Ming turned his palm into a knife, and the blood force was like a surge of layers, slowly condensing between his fingers...

  Wu Tiantong seemed to have sensed something, and glanced back, suddenly scared to death.

   "Crazy, crazy..."

  You are so much stronger than me, do you need to explode two forbidden techniques to kill me...

  If Jiang Ming could hear his heart, he would definitely say sorry to him.

  Because...he only knows forbidden techniques!

  Boom!

  The knife fell, but Wu Tiantong had no chance to regret it. His whole body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and only half of the ax was left. After spinning a few times in the air, it was nailed to a big tree...

   Of the three great masters, only one remains!

  Jiang Ming didn't delay, and immediately turned around, chasing and killing towards the other side.

   Before it was time for a cup of tea, he saw Monk Kongjian who was running away with a Zen stick in front of him.

   "Hey, that bald donkey...stop!" Jiang Ming shouted.

   Kong Jian turned a deaf ear to the monk, buried his head and ran wildly.

   "It's boring, it's boring..." Jiang Ming felt that the monk had no interest at all.

  Boom!

  He punched out, and the blood force turned into punch force, spanning tens of feet, and blasting towards the shiny head of Monk Kongjian.

Seeing that the monk could only stop, the blood force lingered on the Zen staff, and barely blocked the blow, but his whole body was bleeding from all seven orifices, flew across tens of meters, and rolled a dozen times on the ground, almost rolling After becoming a snowball, he climbed up in an extremely embarrassing situation.

He coughed up two big mouthfuls of blood, holding the Zen stick with only half of the iron rod left, staring at the figure of the Taoist priest floating over in horror: "No... Taoist priest, I have no grievances or enmities with you, but I just suffered from that I beg you to forgive me for being bewitched by no way, but can I spare my life today?"

   "Bewitched by Wudao?" Jiang Ming's expression condensed slightly: "So that's how it is..."

   Kongjian was overjoyed, could there be a turning point?

However, Jiang Ming said solemnly: "That shows that Master's Dharma is not pure enough. A person with such inferior Dharma can also be the abbot of Xuanzhen Temple... It's a pity, it's sad, today I will remove you for the Buddha. evil creature!"

   "You..." Monk Kongjian spat out another mouthful of blood.

  Boom...

  Jiang Ming didn't say any more, and rushed out suddenly, hitting the chest with another punch.

   There was a clear sound of the clash of swords and swords, and Monk Kongjian was blasted with countless bloodstains all over his body by a huge shock, and fell directly into the snow nest in the distance, motionless.

  Jiang Ming looked at his fist suspiciously, as if he hit something just now?

  He walked slowly in front of Monk Kong Jian, who was completely silent, but the clothes on his chest were blown apart, revealing a black stone slab less than a foot long and wide.

   "Under my punch, this stone slab didn't break?"

  Jiang Ming was amazed immediately, picked up the stone slab, and looked around.

  The stone slab was rough, with some knife marks on one side, as if it had been chiseled from a larger stone bit by bit, while the other side was densely engraved with small characters.

   On the far right, there are four extremely complex ancient characters. Thanks to Jiang Ming's traveling all over the years and reading a lot of books, otherwise he would not be able to recognize them.

   "This is rumored to be an ancient font more than 2,000 years ago..." Jiang Ming was shocked and recognized the four characters.

  Xiao Lei Yin Jue!

  He took a rough look and was immediately surprised.

   This seems to be a pure body training formula, but it also needs the help of spiritual energy...

"I can't see that the monk can't practice it, so I can only use it as a protective mirror!" Jiang Ming shook his head. Unfortunately, although he can block the attack, the power of his punch is so huge. Seeing the monk in the air, he was directly shocked to death.

   "Unexpectedly, I also have this day..." Jiang Ming caressingly caressed this stone slab: "There is a destiny with Buddha, there is a destiny with Buddha!"

  He laughed twice, turned and left...

  After this night, Miss Wang regained control of the Nameless, and under her deliberate dissemination, the news of this battle flew in all directions as if it had grown wings.

  After only a few days, the legend about Wuming was completely spread in Yan and abroad.

Killing the three great masters by one person... Such a record is countless times more terrifying than Zhang Shan's battle of breaking the border. The nameless name completely overwhelmed all martial arts experts. Mythology of martial arts.

  And the power of the Nameless One also reached its peak overnight... The former Nameless Person was mysterious and mysterious, but without a martial arts master in charge, at best they were just underground rats who could not stand on the stage.

  But after today, no matter which side it is, they must treat each other with caution when facing the unknown.

  Under the purge of Miss Wang, the power in the unknown was completely concentrated in her hands, and the investigation and attack on the Liang family was launched.

  Countless dark forces of the Liang family were uprooted in just a few days. Whether it was Xiaoyan Kingdom or Feiyun Army... countless people's heads fell to the ground.

  As for the headquarters of the Liang family, once the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom, people are even more panic-stricken. I don't know how many Liang family members died inexplicably in their sleep...

  At the same time, the Feiyun Army suddenly dispatched a large army, pressing towards the sphere of influence of the Qingxuan Army. The friction between the two sides became intense, and it seemed that the final decisive battle was about to usher in.

  The capital.

  No matter how the situation in Dayan changes...this place is still the most prosperous place.

   Among the six great families, the Liang family, the most powerful, is located here.

  Hundreds of years have passed, dynasties have changed, emperors have taken turns...but the Liang family has always stood firm.

   "However, nothing lasts forever..." Jiang Ming wandered around the capital.

  It has been more than three months since the first battle at the Taoist temple. Jiang Ming had already arrived in the capital, but he did not rush directly to the Liang family.

  Everything needs timing, and now the timing is almost here.

  He walked into a tavern, went up to the second floor, sat at the window, ate food and wine, and watched the scenery outside the window.

  In the distance, one can vaguely see a gigantic courtyard, which is the headquarters of the Liang family. I heard that there are many pavilions, terraces and buildings in it... even more luxurious than the imperial palace.

   "The Qingxuan army has lost again, and has already lost the land of the three prefectures..." In the restaurant, everyone was talking about the recent war.

  Wulin mythology or something, after all, is still too far away from ordinary people. After a few days of turmoil, it gradually fell silent...

   "If you retreat again, you will be retreating to the capital!"

   "Oh, who would have thought of such a situation?" Many people sighed.

  Jiang Ming also understands that the people who can live here may have tens of thousands of ties to the Qingxuan Army at home. If the Qingxuan Army disappears in the end, they may also be unlucky.

   There is no one right or wrong, life is only a few decades, and in the general trend of this world, they can only follow the trend...Success or failure, history books will not write down for them.

   "BIG NEWS, BIG NEWS!"

  Suddenly, a figure rushed up to the restaurant out of breath, and shouted: "Grandmaster, grandmaster battle, the ancestor of the Liang family fought a serious injury and killed a grandmaster of the Feiyun Army. Today he returned triumphantly!"

   Around 1 o'clock in Chapter 3, ask for a monthly ticket~~~

  (end of this chapter)

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