Chapter 88 The cold water retreats at night

Qipiao gathered its true power and tried its best to condense a thick ice wall. The cold air on it was like a thousand-year-old iceberg. It was unusually cold. It only heard the sound of a few knives on the opposite side. The ice wall shook a few times and diffused a little cold air, but it stood quietly and was not affected by anything.

Qi Miao restrained his body, filled with true qi, observed the changes of the ice wall, and exposed his magic power with Jiuhua. He knew that relying only on his own ice wall, it was impossible to stop him from coming in. At present, he spread the sound thousands of miles and spread inward: "Your Excellency is Jiuhua, a famous Taoist meditation, who is free. Zong Qimiao has no grievances with you. Previously, it was dark and the fight was just a misunderstanding. Now both sides are trapped in this battle. Why not turn enemies into friends and seek a way out together?

These words showed that his calm and peaceful nature were indeed different from Shen Danyang's strong and meticulous nature, but Jiuhua Zhenren just sneered, stopped his sword fighting, and replied to him, "It turns out that you are from the Xiaoyao sect... Xiaoyaozong beheaded one of my disciples. How dare he say that there is no injustice? Don't mention the nonsense again. Let's see if Jiuhua has the ability to break your ice wall first!"

Hearing this, Qimiao's heart was moved and suddenly thought that this Jiuhua was a narrow-minded person. It was impossible to talk about the killing of the Taoist Zen disciples of Xiaoyaozong, but it was true that there was a matter. Previously, he did not report his family for the matter of Xiaoyao Sect. Why did Jiuhua have to work hard against each other, but Qi Miao did not expect to be with him. To turn enemies into friends, they only hope to delay for a period of time. When the door of the cell opens again, it will be the time to meet Shen Danyang and his brothers. At that time, how can Jiuhua dare to be their enemies again?

He was thinking about it. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the walls shook in an instant, and the dust fell. Shen Wei screamed and quickly hugged Wang Qisheng tightly. He looked up and saw a huge gap in the ice wall suddenly crack. From this gap, there was a lot of Mo Yu's holy spirit overflowed in.

With a roar, the ice wall burst, and the holy gas penetrated into the impact. Qi Miao raised his hand, and the water blue light was released, and condensed into a bubble in front of him. The bubble was clear, thin but not scattered. It rolled up in the void and overflowed with colorful. Although the holy gas that rushed in was unstoppable, it was deep when it hit the bubble. Deeply attracted by him, he first rolled on the surface of the blister, and the golden holy gas gradually covered all the blisters, and then injected into it little by little.

In a short time, the whole bubble was filled with this Brahma holy spirit, which was surrounded by the golden light, bright and dazzling golden sun. With a seven wonderful exit, it was pushed out with one hand. This bubble full of the most sacred breath of Buddhism suddenly rushed to Jiuhua again.

Originally, Jiuhua's real person sacrificed the Buddha's sacred weapon to cut the sword, cut the boundless Buddha's spirit to the sky, and made the drought full of true air. After the thick ice wall broke into dust, he was taking the opportunity to rush into the room of the monk. However, he just stepped over half a foot, but he saw a bright spot in front of him, and a pool of water bubbles. , made the boundless holy gas pour in, and then stir the true qi to hit the bubble over.

This bubble is full of the most sacred spirit of Buddhism, and also takes advantage of the decades of Buddhist cultivation of the nine Chinese Taoists. He knew that this true power exploded, and the gods and Buddhas were unable to stop them. Of course, he did not dare to hold it big. In desperation, he had no choice but to retreat and could avoid the holy spirit of the Buddha that rushed in.

only heard a loud explosion. For a moment, in the room opposite Qi Miao, the holy light was bright and suddenly. Qi Miao witnessed this scene, and there was an unreachable smile at the corners of his mouth. It turned out that he used this bubble to push back the enemy's true qi back. It was the trajectory he came up with behind the ice wall, so It could not make the monk's cell be impacted by Jiuhua Zhenqi, which not only saved the cell, but also protected the comfort of Shen Wei and Wang Qisheng, and even counterattacked Jiuhua's real person back to him for a while.

Qi Miao smiled proudly, but Jiuhua Zhenren was extremely angry. He never thought that he had met these Qi Miao several times before, but there was an indescribable awkwardness. Jiuhua, who seemed to be unable to do his best and had been suppressed by his opponents, was red and angry.

"What a cunning boy, he is indeed a hill of Xiaoyaozong!" Jiuhuarao has a restrained nature, and now he can't suppress it. He is faster and swings more fiercely. He sweeps it with a sword, which is the holy light of the divine soldiers.

If this Buddhist sacred weapon is compared with the Taoist divine soldier's heavenly sword, it is ordinary, but the sword body flashes with a faint Buddha light, and the holy air overflows, which is extraordinary.

This sword was driven like an arm by Jiuhua's real person. When it was stabbed, he saw his wrist move gently and make a few strikes in mid-air, as if he had a few faint golden light. In the golden light, it was murderous, and it was imminent towards Qi Miao.

"Buddha is originally compassionate..." Qi Miao's body was flexible, dodged the life-threatening golden light one by one, and encouraged Jiuhua to say, "Since Taoists practice Buddhism, why don't they have a Buddha's heart..."

"Hmm!" Jiuhua snorted coldly and was not moved at all. He waved his hand, stabbed like rain, cut out golden light, and poured out like spotted golden rain. The golden light was getting denser and densely. Qi Miao did not grow in the first place. At this moment, he had no weapons in his hand, which was able to dodge and expose the image of defeat. He only saw Jiuhua constantly light with his hand, and slowly / Approaching forward, Qimiao was helpless and retreated step by step. Seeing that, he was forced into this monk's cell by Jiuhua real person.

"The decline has been born, and I have no choice but to bombard this difficult Taoist priest with surging water and cold air, but I don't know that this cell may withstand the next bombardment..." Qimiao thought helplessly, but there was no other way. Only with the imprint on his hand and the true cohesion, he had to use the inexplicable spell in the next step of retreating and dodging.

In Jiuhua's eyes, the stabbing of the sword in his right hand was temporarily suspended, and his left hand also quietly sacrificed the magic. Looking at it, the two were about to fight for a real qi. At this moment, they only heard a roar and a cry. The voice of the later mourner first came into Qi Miao's ears. It was Shen Wei, the Marquis of Anle, who shouted bitterly: " Ah, don't go!"

Then a man jumped up from the head of Qimiao and rushed to the Jiuhua Taoist. Jiuhua didn't investigate for a moment. He didn't expect that there was still a monk hidden in this small room. Looking up, he was stunned and said to himself, "Isn't this the person who was possessed by evil spirits before and then killed by himself and dying?"

It turned out that it was Wang Qisheng who jumped up. Despite Shen Wei's obstruction, he jumped out. When the situation was in a critical situation, he condensed his hands and tried his best to hit the Jiuhua Taoist man. Jiuhua was too late to lift it, so he had to raise his sword with his right hand and stab forward, facing Wang Qisheng's body. P poke it away.

Seeing that Wang Qisheng was about to hit the tip of Jiuhua's real sword. At this time, Qi Miao suddenly showed his body, white clothes floated, and there was cold smoke. He saw him poked out with one hand and emitted an boundless cold air, which was just a condensed water cold true air and one hand. Jiuhua exposed the sword.

In an instant, the Buddha's light was bright, and Qi Miao's hand seemed to have been burned by infinite karma. For a moment, it was a burning pain. However, he did not let go, and even tried his strength to look aside the sword of Jiuhua.

"You..." Jiuhua wanted to compete with Qi Miao, but he saw a cold air condensing on the sword body and gradually devouring the divinity of this Buddhist sacred weapon. At this time, Wang Qisheng took the opportunity to clenched his fist, just like a Taoist Jiuhua.

With a roar, Jiuhua raised his left hand and put his palm against Wang Qisheng's fist. He only heard a scream. Wang Qisheng's body was like a broken kite and was bombarded out by him.

And Jiuhua's real son is also uncomfortable. His internal organs are like a huge force. He only feels that the other party's ghost power is gone, but there is an extra sacred power for no reason. This is really strange. Although the sacred power is only slightly condensed on his fist, and his left hand is also hastily condensed to fight back, but he ate this The big secret loss also shocked him.

The opportunity of Qimiao peeped, and did not want Jiuhua to get a chance to breathe. He took a step closer and waved it. The cold air overflowed in an instant. Jiuhua's eyebrows twisted, his face condensed, and he pulled back his left hand. He only heard a slap. Qi Miao spewed out a mouthful of blood and held Jiuhua's right hand holding the exposed sword. Under the momentum, and on the opposite side, Jiuhua was attacked by him and Wang Qisheng separately, but his body was finally unstable. He shouted softly, his body flew, and finally withdrew from the prison of the monk.

At this time, Qi Miao slightly adjusted his breath, his face turned white for a while, and then returned to nature. Jiuhua was worthy of being a righteous master. Under a blow, his meridians were disturbed for a moment, but he quickly calmed down and his eyes swept coldly, but he did not fall behind.

Jiuhua Zhenren retreated more than a dozen steps and sank into the darkness. He also shot a glance and confronted Qi Miao. At this time, he called out the heavenly sword in his left hand. When he looked at it, he saw that the two magic soldiers in his left and right hands were condensed with boundless cold air. Jiuhua was angry. When he raised his hand, he saw a loud bang, which turned out to fight left and right, which made him be cut off. The dew hits the sky.

This Buddha's two swords hit for a moment, and the Buddha's air overflowed instantly. Under the great light, he swept the frozen phase of the sword body, and the seven wonderful hearts were awe-inspiring. If the two swords of Jiuhua Zhenren attack together, according to the double cultivation of this person's Buddha's Taoism, I'm afraid I can't resist it.

However, at this time, a loud noise came, and the void light was blazing, like a fire spreading and burning in the stars of the universe. Under the wonder, the water prison will loom again. On this side of the wall, the monk actually gave birth to soil and converged into a brick wall. The brick wall spread upward, that is, it recovered as before. Jiuhua had no choice but to stop. I can only look at Qi Miao and sneer.

At this time, he could no longer rush over. Qimiao was relieved, but he still did not dare to neglect and confronted the Jiuhua Taoist coldly.