Chapter 28 Demon Destroyer Fingerprint

Ling Sheng was stunned on the ground, with a thoughtful face.

The previous figure was only the size of a palm, pink, and a quick glance like a toad frog.

No matter what kind of creature, Ling Sheng has understood that it is this pink shadow, the size of a palm, staring at himself for more than ten days.

What does the other party want to do?

Ling Sheng stood for a long time and was silent. After a long time, he turned around and left.

The bloody mirror bone, the size of a finger, is white, and stained with blood is even more scary.

Ling Shengduan has been in his arms for a long time.

The little pink figure attracted him here to let him take away a elixir and kill the blood of a mountain ghost? If not, why not stop it?

But if this is the case, only Ling Sheng has benefited. Why did the mysterious figure do this?

There seems to be a little more bloody smell in the secluded wind.

Ling Sheng walked in the mountains and fields, and maybe it was the fierce breath that belonged to sword cultivation, which made all the fierce beasts and birds scared him, and there was not much obstacle along the way.

Finally, after walking for more than half an hour, Ling Sheng stopped.

In front of him is a giant python that doesn't know where it came from. It is coiled on the road, the snake's letter swallowing, and its eyes are green and cold.

This is a strange spirit, the realm of imperial spirit. If it makes some progress in cultivation in the future and breaks through the realm of clouds, it can be called a demon, flying clouds and fog.

However, in Ling Sheng's eyes, it has no future.

The giant python opened his mouth and spit out a miasma, which was green, and suddenly filled a radius of 30 feet.

Gras and trees withered and fallen leaves decayed.

Ling Sheng held his breath slightly, and the poisonous miasma made him slightly dizzy. After his true luck, he felt a little better.

Boom!

A huge tail with a thick bucket swept in.

Ling Sheng's mind moved and summoned the dark clouds from Wang Yangli. It immediately took off in the air, and the huge tail could sweep under the dark clouds, making the clouds roll like boiling water.

A dizzying green fog made Ling Sheng frown, and there was a fishy smell of visceration at the end of his nose. In the future, a huge head poked out of the blue fog.

The snake's head opened its mouth, and the fishy smell accumulated for hundreds of years spewed out thinly, and its fangs were as sharp as a spear and white.

In a trance, Ling Sheng seemed to see the dragon that swallowed Su Bai and the red snake snake Wang Yangli.

The smell drowned Ling Sheng, making his hair fly and frown.

Just as the python was about to swallow Ling Sheng's whole dragonfly, a golden sword light shot out of Ling Sheng's hand.

The huge mouth of the giant python was not penetrated by the sword light, but its abdomen had opened a big hole. The seven-inch critical point was pierced by the sword light and died immediately.

Ling Sheng was slightly stunned.

How can this python be so unusable?

Ling Sheng looked up to the sky and sighed, and his eyes suddenly became cold.

A fingerprint fell from the sky, which seemed to be transparent and several times thicker than the water tank, but the fingerprint was also quite clear.

The little monk Zhengfang grinned, and the demon fingerprints were shining brightly, with the posture of ordering the person in front of him into meat sauce.

Demon-killing fingerprint is a rare secret method in Xitu Zen Temple. Even if it is only the first three layers of skills, even if he only learns the second level, in terms of power, few people can compete with it.

On the land of Zhongzhou, relying on this hand to destroy the magic fingerprint, it can be called vertical and horizontal, and all young heroes have become nothing. It's just that he has never fought with the young Junyan of the Nine Immortals on the way, which makes this six unclean little monk quite disappointed. But if you think about it carefully, if you happen to meet him, you can't be as good as those masters who have even reached the mysterious realm.

Therefore, along the way, this little monk who killed countless evils only took action against the same people in the realm of imperial spirit.

17 battles won 15 games, and the remaining two games were lost to two well-known young masters from first-class sects.

Since defeating people, the little monk has been ashamed, and his men have no chance to live.

Seeing that this young man who met without grudges was about to die under the fingerprints of extermination, the witness became more and more excited.

Every time you break a precept, whether it's killing or ** precept, it's always so exciting.

A trace of uneasiness emerged, and the little monk Zhengfang was struck by lightning.

His proud demon-killing fingerprints, the front end suddenly bloomed with golden light, and then...

Destroy the magic fingerprint and collapse inch by inch.

With a sound, the index finger of the witness turned into powder and the forearm burst.

With a tragic howl, the witness jumped and staggered away.

Ling Sheng breathed calmly and his eyes did not fluctuate. Just like this, he watched the other party escape.

Three breaths...

Ling Sheng also pointed into a sword, shooting the sword spirit from the front end of his index finger and middle finger.

The little monk suddenly rose in his hair, and his heart was alarmed, but his body reacted. How can he compare with the sword spirit?

Two swords passed between the little monk's chest and abdomen at the same time, bursting out two blood fogs. The arrogant little monk who killed at a glance immediately fell down.

Zhengfang gritted his teeth and smiled bitterly in his heart. This time, it was a failure. Who would have thought that this point was so pricked? Could it be that the other party was Yunang's real-class hidden breath, disguised as the realm of imperial spirit?

The little monk raised a beautiful face and wanted to raise his head.

One foot stepped on the bald head, and there was a thick layer of soil on the shoes. When you step on it, the shiny little bald head was immediately covered with mud and loess.

"Speak, monk." Ling Sheng said lightly.

In terms of proof, he is beautiful, always smart, and he is not a fool. He knows what people want him to say. Thinking like this, I couldn't help but feel a little complacent. When people saw his smart appearance, they knew that he was not a fool and didn't talk much nonsense.

In the hands of others, life and death are controlled by people. They are not qualified to bargain at all. In order to avoid suffering, the witness had to bow their heads and said honestly, "It's just a pleasure to see the hunt for a moment. Why should I take it seriously?"

Ling Sheng looked down, and his feet became heavier and heavier.

The witness whispered, "Brother Taoist, the little monk did have a murderous intention, but this is only because of habit, not specifically aimed at you. After all, after a fight, everyone has a grudge and eradicates it more simply."

Ling Sheng stepped the monk's bald head into the mud and let him struggle. After living with half a column of incense, he slowed down a little, allowing the witness monk to breathe.

Although Ling Sheng did not speak directly, his behavior was more hateable. The monk Zheng Fang suffered a lot, and his brain naturally became much better. He repeatedly said, "The little monk understands, that's to say, that's to say, be gentle."

"What did you do?" Ling Sheng asked.

"Treasure hunt." The evidence said.

Ling Sheng was silent for a moment.

The evidence secretly complained and had to say, "I heard that there are..."

He paused, turned his hand over, and instantly turned out a bronze mirror, sprinkling a large piece of Buddha light.

Lock the soul Buddha mirror!

The universe changed color, and the four fields seemed to be stained with a layer of golden light. Ling Sheng only felt a layer of mountains on his body. His face was pale, but his eyes were like lightning.

"Is this a Buddhist magic power or a Buddhist treasure?"

Ling Sheng's index finger pointed out the sword light and tore the world.

The mountains are still green, and the golden color has faded away. A bronze mirror fell from the ground, and a gap has been cracked.

The cunning little monk of the witness party has already got up and fled.

Ling Sheng snorted, and another sword light flew over the little monk's feet.

The certificate pounced forward, and his feet had left the body. The blood gushed from the broken mouth and said with astringent smile, "Everyone is making a little trouble. Why is Taoist brother's action so heavy?"

Ling Sheng had two sword lights in a row, one broke the bronze mirror, and the other cut off the feet of the certificate. Three breaths have not passed. It is the time when the testimony party is weak. If the witness takes this opportunity to fight hard, Ling Sheng will certainly not be lucky. Unfortunately, the monk was too cautious and was afraid of angering Ling Sheng again, so he stopped resisting, which gave Ling Sheng a chance to breathe.

Ling Sheng only felt that after three breaths, the true qi was running smoothly, which was enough to mobilize the true qi in the sword elixir. Then he stepped forward and said, "It's not heavy, at least it will save your life. I'm curious, what treasure are you looking for in the deep mountains?

The evidence side smiled bitterly and said, "I heard that there was a fairy elixir here. Near the birth, the little monk got the secret news, so he came to look for treasure."

Ling Sheng asked, "Where is the treasure?"

The witness hesitated and was vague. Ling Sheng stepped on the broken mouth of his legs. His eyes were wide open and his eyes were bloody, but he did not dare to shout. He had to hold it in his mouth, causing his cheeks to bulge, just like a living toad.

Zheng Fang gritted his teeth in his heart and just wanted to accumulate the true spirit of Buddhism, and then squeeze Ling Sheng into sauce with a demon-killing finger, but sighed bitterly. His most dependent demon-killing finger is powerful, but all of them can make contributions. But it was easily broken by others, but what if there is another magic finger? It's better to leave a little spare strength, which can be used as confidence, so that the real qi will not be exhausted and wait to be killed.

The little monk grinned and said, "It's near here. The specific location, the little bastard who sells news doesn't know."

"What treasure?"

"A pill, don't step on it, don't step on it. It hurts so much. That's a fairy elixir that can be called creation."

"Elixir?" Ling Sheng relaxed a little and suddenly had a murderous intention.

The little monk grinned and was so strange!

"Touch the ground!"

The limbs and bones of the witness collapsed together, the blood fog was permeated, and a seal was pressed on the ground.

The loud noise suddenly exploded, and the earth under its feet sank three feet out of thin air. The surrounding trees were uprooted, and the dust stones were shaken and bounced up a few feet high from the ground.

The witness did not hesitate to destroy his body and use a higher layer of touching the ground seal, but his true spirit was weak, and his limbs and bones were devoured, so that they collapsed, which also made the seal only half of the seal, and its power was less than 20,000 percent of the complete mark.

But only the power of 20% of the earth's prints has the power of collapse.

The soles of Ling Sheng's feet were numb and almost unconscious. Fortunately, he summoned out dark clouds in time and soared in mid-air, otherwise his legs would inevitably be shaken by the earth. If you fall to the ground at that time, you will be afraid that the blood will be disordered, the internal organs will be displaced, and you will die on the spot.

Looking at the evidence, his body, like a tattered bag, almost turned into a pool of meat sauce, and he was killed. But the little monk who is so cunning and better than the fox really found the way to destroy himself?

Ling Sheng looked up and saw a yellow fog far away and quickly flew away. With a little sword in his hand, he broke through the yellow fog.

The yellow fog immediately faded and shrank into the size of a palm. It went more and more quickly and disappeared in an instant.

This yellow fog is about the Buddhist relic that Lin Yun once said. It is about the monk's incompetent. The relic is only a fog appearance, which is also called a relic cloud. Ling Sheng thought so in his heart and turned his eyes to the monk's body.

Although this guy is a monk, he is probably not a serious monk. The two have never met and can kill for no reason. They intend to kill people. I'm afraid he is not a kind person. He has done a lot of things to kill and seize treasures. I don't know if the treasures on their bodies have been damaged?

The little monk got the news and came here to look for treasure. I don't know if he killed people to prevent the news from leaking? If you don't silence and the news is leaked, it will probably be lively here for a few days.

And why did the giant python help him?