Chapter 14 Peaceful

"Reserving swords and refining swords, your heart is like iron."

Wu Pengwei quietly opened his eyes, and his eyes were not sad or happy, like the deep sky. Deep in his pupils, a pair of silver triangle patterns rotated like flying.

The world in my eyes is completely different.

It is still the original bloody ocean, but there are many gaps between the oceans. These gaps are extremely small. If you don't notice them carefully, you can't find them at all.

The micro-heart method is the beginning of the six mental arithmetic, and it is the first point used by the founder to observe the world.

followed by the belief is a tempering and firmness of the mind and self-observation.

There are countless confusions and countless different paths in the world. Even the creators with superior wisdom can easily lose themselves in observation and creation, doubt their own wisdom and works, and even deny them.

The founder is also a human being, with seven emotions and six desires, and all kinds of fragility, and this belief law is a sharp sword to condense the soul.

Save a sword and make a sword, and your heart is like iron. This is an affirmation of yourself and a necessary confidence.

And Wu Pengwei, who was a genius and thought, used the supreme heart refining law of the creator to martial arts, and the gods and ghosts were shocked.

The golden light is shining all over the body, and the white light surrounds the golden light. At this time, Wu Pengwei looks extremely sharp and domineering.

Once he loses his self-confidence and recovers, he is still the cold and arrogant teenager with outstanding wisdom and strength. In the face of 100,000 aquarium troops, he is regarded as idle.

The strong wind started, and there was a storm on the sea of blood, forcing the blood to retreat.

Wu Pengwei rose up, but the lotus light and shadow under his feet were still blooming. Every step he took, the blood automatically retreated, as if the general trend at low tide. Even if the wind was under full control, it was difficult to stop the decline.

And the power of mind and the power of qi and blood are like the sharpest sword, smashing some of the blood from mid-air.

There is no confusion in my heart. I believe in my own strength, the power of qi and blood and the power of mind are unprecedentedly strong, and there is no more fragility when it first collided with blood and water.

At this time, the blood color in my mind faded and covered up, and the silver light appeared in my mind again.

At this moment, Wu Pengwei was full of confidence, but as deep as the sea, and the waves were not surprised.

Feng Moli was terrmented, but he was not confused. The power of blood was far from being so simple as before him. He did not try his best to deal with the boy in front of him. However, the decision in the other party's hand made him cold for no reason.

"The hidden seal? Good boy, how can you know the hidden seal of tantra?

Feng Moli is proficient in the power of blood and color, which is a magical power between mind and martial arts qi and blood. In fact, it is actually the power of qi and blood. Just because it absorbs the blood of ordinary people, there are too many distracting thoughts and desires, and the blood witch heart method can extract it, so as to achieve the effect of affecting people's hearts.

The white-bone dragon and the sea of blood are actually just a smart illusion.

It's just that the authorities are often unbreakable.

Fuzang's true seal is the treasure of the Tantric sect in the branch of Buddhism, but it has the effect of removing the heart demons and restoring the origin. It is his nemesis of the bloody power of desire.

Wu Pengwei did not answer, but put the middle mark on his chest and poured the power of his whole body into it.

The golden lotus once again shines.

The boundless blood suddenly eliminated one-third of it.

Feng Moli smiled angrily, "Haha, good boy, you can only know one of the eighteen true seals of Fuzang, but it's just a broken seal, so arrogant? Let me show you what the horror power of the bloody hell is.

Long sleeves are waving, and countless purple rune words are derived from the blood-colored robe. Each character contains several kinds of negative feelings of resentment, fear and despair, which are different, but it is ten times more powerful than the original "blood soul song".

The sky is full of ghosts crying and howling, breaking people's hearts and souls.

Wu Pengwei unexpectedly spread the mark, and the golden light bloomed all over his body. The red army's blood sword in his hand was held in his hand, and the infinite golden light burned quietly and wrapped it in it. Within a radius of ten meters, the blood and water was difficult to enter at all.

Wu Pengwei closed his eyes, his heart was peaceful, and his whole body was relaxed, as if he were sleeping.

"Kid, you're killing me!"

The figure of Feng Moli once again appeared in the sky, and the infinite blood fog condensed on his body, making his body continue to expand and expand again. It was as huge as 100 meters, like the same bloody god, with one palm in the air.

The blood light cracked, and the harsh wind sounded like a knife, tearing everything like blood.

Wu Pengwei suddenly opened his eyes. At the same time, the silver light man in his mind also quietly opened his eyes, and the anger of thunder burst out of it.

The infinite energy storm spreads all over the body in an instant, and the brain is extremely clear at this moment.

The bloody giant incarnated by Feng Moli, countless loopholes appear in his eyes. With just one blow, he can cut it into countless pieces.

Wu Pengwei sinks and inhales. The power of qi and blood boils like boiling water. When the bloody giant gets closer, he will attack with all his strength.

He is so focused that the blood soul song all over the sky has no effect on him at all.

The lotus light and shadow of the hidden mark rotates at its feet, like waves flashing, resisting all negative feelings.

Feng Moli was also extremely angry, and the power of blood was born to the extreme. The giant raised dozens of meters again, almost breaking through the world. He stepped on the waves, the huge palm pressed down, the wind and waves on the sea of blood, and the waves rolled wildly.

With this blow, he smashed Wu Pengwei's palm with absolute strength and full confidence.

The power of blood is not only psychedelic, but also has a terrible physical effect.

But at this time, a Buddha's name was proclaimed above the endless bloody sky

"Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha..."

"Ping-hearted bald donkey." Feng Moli was shocked when he heard the Buddha's name. He looked shocked, turned into a touch of blood and disappeared.

The heaven and the earth are clear.

Wu Pengwei only felt a flower in front of him, and everything was as old as before, but the wind was gone.

At the end of the road, a thin monk with a staff was walking.

The monk's face was calm, wearing a hundred-kiled sock, and his steps staggered. He did not have a trace of blood, but he was solemn and sacred. Beside him was Xiang Ruolan, who was as beautiful as a flower.

Before the monk rushed to Wu Pengwei, he squatted down and touched the soil. He got up and sighed, "This beast is getting more and more powerful. Such a power can only be achieved by at least tens of thousands of lives. No wonder Jiangbei Martial Arts has recently been rumored that old disciples of the old sect have disappeared for no reason. It turned out that he was poisoned by him."

Xiang Ruolan comforted him, "Shangren, no matter how powerful he is, he is not your opponent. When you see you, you don't run away with your tail."

The old monk shook his head and looked heavy: "I don't have much time. I hope that someone among the five Xuanyuan envoys can find this son's evil deeds and eradicate it. Otherwise, it will be another martial arts catastrophe."

Xiang Ruolan saw that the old monk looked sad and deliberately opened the topic.

"Ha, Wu Shaoxia, you are really safe. That's all right."

Xiang Ruolan smiled at Wu Pengwei and frowned, as if she had gone to a great heart.

The monk made a Buddha's name to Wu Pengwei and said with a smile, "The donor's ambition is like iron, and he can actually escape from the blood witch's life, which is admirable."

Wu Pengwei also bowed and saluted: "Thank you, master, for your rescue."

The old monk waved his hand and smiled and said, "Don't thank me. If you want to thank me, thank the donor. If it hadn't been for her blood in front of the door I entered to deceive the golden ape demon who guarded the door, I'm afraid I'm still closed to my five senses. It's too empty to practice the dead and death."

Wu Pengwei was stunned when he heard this. He turned his head and looked at Ruolan. There were blood stains on her white right wrist.

"Why do you look at me? You saved my master once, and I will repay you."

Xiang Ruolan curled her lips, and her expression was still as elegant as chrysanthemum, but a touch of tiredness quietly raised her eyebrows.

Wu Pengwei's heart moved and reminded: "Girl Xiang, you have lost too much qi and blood, and you need to do your best to recuperate, otherwise..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiang Ruolan was about to say a greeting, but he felt dark in front of him and fainted.