People's self-proclaimed names vary from person to person.

Most of the time, Fu Xin called himself an old monk. After all, he was too old, but at this moment, he had to call himself a little monk.

Although the person on the opposite side doesn't look much bigger than him at this time.

"The old donor has become famous recently, which is gratifying."

Fu Xin had a smile on his face, as if there was no malicious intent.

In fact, there was a hint of surprise in his heart.

In the sense of his 'God', the old Taoist stood quietly, but it was like an unfathomable black hole, swallowing all the light and aura between heaven and earth.

It seems bland, but in fact his eyes fell on him, and he could never leave.

The so-called attention, but that's it.

It is difficult for him to imagine how a person who has never been baptized by heaven and earth can have such a tyrannical and unbelievable body and mind.

It only took two or three months from when I heard this person's name to when I found him. In just a short period of time, he has already become so tyrannical?

An Qisheng took a careful look.

This master of divine veins, who is known as the number one in Dafeng Hengzheng, has a pure aura, as clean as his moon-white monk robes.

But under his thin body like a small student, there is an extremely tyrannical power.

This is the person with the strongest physique that he has seen since he came to the floating world for a long time.

He walked slowly and stopped a few miles away. A mighty mountain-like aura filled the sky, making the Han Jiao circling in the air a little uneasy.

"What's the point of a little fake name?"

An Qisheng's expression was flat, and there was a ripple in his eyes:

"Are you here to seize the Spiritual Sutra?"

"One day to grab the Spiritual Sutra..."

The smile on Fu Xin's face disappeared, and she nodded slightly:

"People in the world only know the magic art of seizing the spirit, and not many people know the name. It seems that the old benefactor has indeed obtained the scripture of seizing the spirit this day..."

"When you and I are at this level, you should know that no matter whether it is magical or divine, you can't change your mind. The real good and evil are in one mind."

An Qisheng's tone was light, but with a hint of curiosity:

"Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple has been searching for the Heavenly Destroying Spiritual Sutra for so many years, what is it for?"

Any martial arts of the divine vein series contains the strongest will of the pioneer, and with the spirit of cultivation, the will will inevitably be affected.

The gods are gods, and the devils are devils. It's not all slander.

But An Qisheng was determined, and neither magic nor magic could affect his state of mind.

Therefore, he is very curious, why the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple has been able to pursue the whereabouts of the Heavenly Destroyed Spiritual Sutra for seven hundred years.

hatred?

I'm afraid not.

"The old donor sees it thoroughly, whether it is magic or divine, it is nothing to us."

Fuxin glanced at her apprentice, the little monk Huiguo was playing with his little donkey.

He sighed lightly:

"It's a secret about me, and it's a long story."

"Then make a long story short."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, the teacher and apprentice were exactly the same.

"The Sutra of Destroying the Spirit in the Sky originated from the Master of Destroying the Spirit 700 years ago. The Master of Destroying the Spirit has participated in creation and has reached the limitless limit of the yin. At the top of the world, there are some people in the same generation who can surpass others. Can't kill him..."

Fu Xin nodded, as if she had no intention of hiding anything.

This Heavenly Destroying Spiritual Sutra can not only absorb the true qi of others, but also can deny others, create a strong man, and even be reborn on the strong men created by himself after his own death.

Once cultivated to Taiyin Promise, and his subordinates spread all over the world, it is difficult for those who are stronger than him to completely exterminate him.

Longxiangfa Temple suffered this big loss at that time, and he was reborn as a Buddhist son of that generation of Longxiangfa Temple, and then the Longxiangfa Temple was destroyed.

This matter, when An Qisheng entered the dream of Huiguo, he already knew.

"It's still the Daewoo Gunner who locked a wisp of the 'God' will of the Master with his divine soul, and wiped out all of the divine will in the world with one shot. Only then can he be considered to have killed this scorpion."

When Fu Xin said this, she paused and looked at An Qisheng:

"However, the Heavenly Destroying Spiritual Sutra is strange and unpredictable. The Daewoo Gunner once said that there is still one **** in the Master of Destroying Spirituality. …”

"Rebirth with rebirth?"

Hui Guo stood up all at once, a little surprised on her face.

He didn't know about this.

"God's will is immortal, so can you be reborn by rebirth?"

An Qisheng was not too surprised, he actually thought about this possibility.

That big Ferris can retain a ray of divine will in the world for seven hundred years, and it is not difficult to understand that the life-saving master is still higher than him.

"That's right, so the little monk hurried over when he heard that the old benefactor was about to break through the divine veins."

Fu Xin nodded slightly and said solemnly:

"I just hope that the old benefactor will not leave this harmful practice in the world."

He didn't tell too many people about this.

The reason for revealing it is that the old Taoist has not practiced this magic art too deeply.

Secondly, this old Taoist has a tyrannical aura, and he is not sure that he can overcome it...

"Tian Yi Lun Suo is useless to me, and it will not be passed on to anyone."

An Qisheng agreed:

"However, one bead was useful to me that day, but destroying it would not work."

In fact, An Qisheng didn't care much about the various divine wills above the Heavenly Destroying Spiritual Sutra. If he was truly invincible by rebirth, it would be as simple as the Master Destroying Spirit would not die.

Therefore, he never took the Heavenly Soul Sutra to heart.

On the contrary, it is the Tianyizhu, this unique treasure, which can purify the inner strength true qi nine times, which is of great value to anyone.

At this time, his inner strength true qi can only be purified two or three times, and it is still far from the limit, so it is naturally impossible to destroy it.

"Amitabha."

Even though it had been expected, Fu Xin could not help but recite a Buddha's name in disappointment.

Then, he looked at An Qisheng with a faint light:

"The old benefactor is very admired by the little monk, but this day's spiritual scripture cannot be preserved in the world..."

"Master?"

Huiguo's expression changed slightly.

He also knew that An Qisheng killed Dharma King Red Sun. This old monk from his own family seemed to be different from Dharma King Red Sun.

"so......."

An Qisheng's eyes opened and closed, neither happy nor angry:

"Are you going to shoot?"

"Xiao Seng has no grievances with you, so why fight to death?"

Fuxin's complexion glowed with golden light, and it was as solemn as the Buddha statue in the temple:

"The little monk wants to make a bet with the old donor."

"bet?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and there was a little interest:

"Tell me."

"Although the inheritance of my Dragon Elephant Temple is not as good as that of Huangjue Temple and Six Prison Demon Sect, it is also somewhat unique."

Huiguo smiled slightly and said:

"Little monk has practiced for 60 years, and his martial arts are unsatisfactory. He is not higher than those few achievements, but he is only a little confident about this body."

As he spoke, a layer of golden light rippled around him, and the moon-white monk robe was hunting, and he had the demeanor of an eminent monk.

"You want to see, how can I break your horizontal training golden body?"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, as if he had remembered something.

"...The old donor is joking, how can the little monk be so arrogant?"

Fu Xin's smile froze slightly, and then she said seriously:

"The little monk wants to wrestle with you!"

Wrestling?

An Qisheng suddenly looked a little weird, looked at Fuxin with a half-smile, and asked back:

"You want to compare your strength with me?"

If he really fights, he may not be fully sure that he wants to outperform this monk who is far stronger than the Red Sun Dharma King.

But wrestling.....

Above the mysterious star, the physique and strength of the strong Dan Jin are already enormous, and a casual throw is enough to throw the elephant more than 20 meters away.

He cultivated his body with internal force in this realm, and before the blood exchange was completed, his physical strength had surpassed all of Xuanxing's Dan Jin masters.

After that, after the transfusion is completed, the spiritual qi of heaven and earth enters the body, the true qi is condensed, the spirit is not bad, the qi pulse is completed, and so on.

The physique was raised several times, and it was ten times stronger than the physique of the Red Sun Dharma King cast by that divine vein.

Someone actually wants to wrestle with him?

Rao was in An Qisheng's calm state of mind, and at this time, a trace of humor could not help but emerge.

"Is there something wrong?"

Looking at An Qisheng's smile, Fu Xin was slightly surprised.

Did you say something wrong?

"There is nothing wrong with it."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

If it is more than true qi, he still hesitates, but compared with strength, he has no thought of rejecting it at all.

Immediately speak:

"You said, how to compare the law?"

"If you say that the most important thing in the world is the Fengdu City, why was the bronze statue of Taizu of the imperial court made of gold and iron? .."

Fu Xin felt a little regretful, and then said:

"Besides that, there is a golden bell in Huangjue Temple, which is a collection of minerals gold and iron obtained from the excavation of Liangshan by Huangjue Temple for thousands of years. It was cast two hundred years ago and weighs millions of catties. .....

We will use this wrestling to win or lose by the number of times the bell is tolled! "

"Royal Jue Bell..."

An Qisheng's heart moved.

Huangjue Temple is one of the oldest sects in this world. According to legend, it was the sect established by an old monk in the mountains of Liangzhou more than a thousand years ago.

It is said that the old monk participated in good fortune, excavated mountains, and used various minerals to cast the gate of Huangjue Temple.

Later, Huangjue Temple also adhered to this tradition, and all the facilities in the temple were made by excavating mountains.

For thousands of years, a plain for thousands of miles has been opened up around Huangjue Temple, and it has been lent to the people who have gathered around for many years at a very low land tax.

Two hundred years ago, Dafeng Taizu and the monk Yixiu discussed the Tao, and decided that the land where the Huangjue Temple was opened would be owned by him, and he only needed to pay 11 tax.

And that Huangjue Bell~lightnovelpub.net~ is said to be made of all kinds of minerals obtained by Huangjue Temple in the past thousand years.

It is said to weigh millions of pounds.

In Huangjue Temple, only five or six people can ring this bell.

This wrestling is somewhat interesting.

At this point, he was not afraid of deceit, and directly agreed:

"Okay! When the beast tide in Liangzhou subsides, I will go to Huangjue Temple to gamble with you!"

"So, the little monk is waiting for the big drive of the donor."

Fu Xin smiled slightly, turned around and left with the little monk Huiguo who was riding a donkey.

Not long ago, it was already far away.

"Wrestling..."

An Qisheng shook his head and laughed, and his body was lifted up in the upper half of the air.

The Han Jiao came meandering, the Jiao head caught An Qisheng, let out a long howl, and flew towards the next beast tide.