Chapter 119 The Secret of Life Again

After all, she is a woman who once spent beautiful scenery together.

Perhaps, in the depths of my heart that I have never noticed, there is no trace of affection.

If I leave at this time, I'm afraid that from now on, there will be a pimple in my heart, and there will be no hope of a clear mind...

Because I didn't really do my best, and that move may have the ability to subvert heaven and earth!

Yu Hanyan gently touched his hand: "My family has regained a little strength. If you want to fight, there is no chance of winning."

Thank you, sister. However, your words embarrassed me again...

At this time, Lu Li took a step forward, and the heavy force made the ground tremble. He shouted in a low voice, "The thief is bald! Bullying women is not a monk. Come and teach your grandfather's fist!"

Jemor ignored him.

In the ruins of the scattered carriage, the two girls fell on a wooden chair out of the bottom frame and watched Yemole's big hand attack with a frightened face.

With a crisp sound, Lin Muyao's clothes were torn open, revealing the blasphemy clothes inside. Her face was pale, and she was self-reliant and calm. She clenched her lips, but she saw tears rolling around her eyes.

Jemor took out a book from the fragments of her clothes, took it in front of her, looked at it, frowned, turned a few pages, and muttered, "The general outline of the sword... Will it be hidden here?"

General Outline of Qingweiju Sword Tips!

Hearing these words, Qin Yan's heart was shocked violently, and thousands of ideas suddenly turned out, which was difficult to solve.

She actually brought the book out... It was prepared the day before the accident. She still remembers her own sentence... She actually remembers it!

A mouthful of blood surged up to his chest, and Qin Yan stamped his feet without any hesitation. As soon as he moved, the blood all over his body ignited, bulging, boiling and rolling, as if to break through the limitations of the body and burst out.

The true secret of protecting the body is born with the thought, turning into a furnace tripod, blood as charcoal, boiling, dragging that world into the sea of fire. The power of the fifth heavy blood is really much stronger than the fourth. Once it is ignited, it will be difficult to suppress it. In turn, it will burn itself into coke!

He is really careless! He has just entered the fifth threshold and has not been able to use the mystery of blood freely, but he hastily ignited his power and wants to ascend to the sky in one step, which is really the way to die!

At this moment, a quiet chanting suddenly came to my ear. It was the voice of Yu Hanyan, which was gentle and calm. What he read was thirteen delusions of the Golden Lotus Sutra, word by word, with a mysterious rhythm, beating the key point of his blood.

The heart is quiet, the golden lotus blooms in the sea of blood, and the outer body is like a Buddha.

It is about the Buddha's body. Don't think about the earth, water, fire, wind and other dhamas. You can often recite the Buddha's body. You can see the Buddhas of the ten directions at present. Remove the delusion of the body, unconsciously enter the big round mirror wisdom, there seems to be 500 colors of light in a moment, and the blood pool golden lotus melts in the light, turning into glass...

The sea of fire quickly condenses and turns into a strong and clear golden glow. It is silent in the body, and there is a faint halo on the outside of the skin.

At this point, it is the realm of Tianyuan!

Compared with the bloody momentum of the first time, the movement made this time is much smaller. Without the assistance of the spiritual power of imperial art, and without the expansion feeling that it seems that you can step on the mountains and seas in the first time, the appearance has not changed much, but Qin Yan can feel that he is much stronger at this time than at that time. This is the power of the real Tianyuan realm, restrained and dignified.

"Yamole!!!"

A word was like a thunder on the flat ground, and the strong wind brought a great momentum, swept away wrapped in smoke and dust, shaking the pieces of the board to jump.

Where he looked, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated. Yemole put down the scriptures, turned around, and grinned: "Are you finally willing to use this trick!" The Buddha light surged from him, and the land he stepped on under his feet rippled like running water. He came calmly against Qin Yan's power and sighed leisurely, "It's been almost six years. The fifth heavy blood, coupled with the magical skill called 'Sasheng', forcibly raised his cultivation to the level of Tianyuan... The same was true of Huang Fan's beseecher in those years. Such a familiar feeling is really missed by the poor monks!"

Qin Yan, who was originally powerful and full of fighting spirit, couldn't help but be nervous when he heard this: as early as five or six years ago, Huang Fan used this trick to deal with this person, but failed to leave his life... After five years, will this monk still be defeated by the same trick?

At this time, Lu Lichang beside him laughed a few times and said, "The thief monk, do you think of the scene of the fiasco that year, and your heart is dripping blood?" Little brother, even though he is bluffing, he is actually very afraid! Let's see our two brothers work together to beat him!"

Hearing that he called himself "little brother" very naturally, Qin Yan suddenly had an impulse to punch him in the face. However, at present, in the face of the big enemy, he can only press his mind and say lightly, "Don't drag your feet."

In a short sentence, the opposite Yemor has gone halfway. He held a gift, pinched the seal in one hand, turned his thumb, and recited obscure Sanskrit in his mouth. In the ode of the blissing, the scene of heaven and earth behind him changed rapidly and turned into a red color, and there was a scene of blood river rising and Chiba red lotus blooming. The karma that should only exist in the abyss and hell appeared in the world again.

Looking at the other party's momentum, Qin Yan knew that he could not wait any longer. The waist sank slightly, stepped down, and the body shot out. The speed was like wind and electricity, as if it was integrated into the manic blood wave, and in an instant it was beyond Yemole's perception. When Yamole looked up in panic and regained his perception of Qin Yan, Qin Yan had crossed the sea of red lotus fire, raised his arms and punched, wrapped in a murderous spirit, and appeared in front of him.

Such a fast speed has almost reached the limit of the human world. Yemole failed at all. As soon as his right arm was raised halfway, he saw a golden fist breaking the red flame of his body and hitting the heavenly soul cover. At this moment, a big sun Buddha wheel suddenly appeared behind his mind, and six golden lights shot out of the Buddha wheel, intertwined like a net, which could stand in front of his fist.

It is not too much for Qin Yan's strength at this time to say that he has the ability to pull up mountains and crack the land. This punch fell to the ground like a meteor, and the flood was destroyed. It hit the net made of golden light. The extreme power of terror poured out in an in an flash, and the six Buddha's light was shredded as soon as it came into contact.

But Yemole also took this opportunity to avoid the edge of the blow. His right hand collided with Qin Yan's fist, took advantage of the situation to fall on his back and fly back.

How could Qin Yan make him wish? Just as Jemole fell back, his right arm suddenly moved, crossed a distance of half a meter in an instant, put it on Yemole's wrist that had not yet recovered, and pulled back fiercely--

Would you like to run? Come back!

The huge power beyond the four elephants suddenly broke out, which suddenly made Yemole's arm crack the sound of fine bones, and the whole body was pulled back. The dark face did not seem to have reaction, and it was still dull. At this time, Qin Yan's other fist had been raised, and his arrogant murderous spirit instantly climbed to the extreme, and the fist shadow drove a golden straight line towards the door of Yemole.

broke the air with one punch, and the speed exceeded the earthly shui fire, so that it came brazenly before even the sound of cracking. The golden light in the infinite murder is carrying Qin Yan's flame-like anger.

Bully me, tease me, and destroy my hope for advanced tasks. I will use this punch to smash your face!