MTL - Pretending To Be a Holy Place, I Was Signed For a Thousand Years-Chapter 151 Disciple of this palace, I will save myself

   Chapter 151 Disciple of Ben Gong, I will save myself

  Ding Ling shouted coldly: "Since you are here, then stay!"

   He spun his body, pulled out black and white with both hands, and spun like a tai chi, and then closed together to form a pitch-black spear, which he waved and threw out.

   At the same time, a black mass appeared on his body.

   outlines the body and armor, like a samurai made of ink, holding a spear and attacking.

   "The qi transforms into the form, the primordial spirit comes out of the body!"

   Zhang Ming froze in his heart. He didn't expect that the first person to emerge from the Yin Yang Peak was the existence of the Yang God Realm!

   This is much stronger than the Longyang Peak just now.

   He hadn't imagined that Qiu He, the elder of Longyang Peak, had already been beheaded by Lu Xueqing at the fishing boat song party.

   Facing the powerful attacking Yuanshen spear, Zhang Ming pointed and shouted: "Wan Jian Jue!"

  The surrounding white snow immediately trembled violently, and with a "huo" sound, it rose into the air, and each snowflake turned into a pure white sword.

   Immediately, they flew out in unison, all shooting at Ding Ling on the opposite side.

   Wan Xue gallops, Wan Jian flies!

   "Hmph, really ignorant, the Mowu spear in this seat is transformed by the primordial spirit, how could it be hindered by these mortal things!"

  Ding Ling sneered and stood in the air with his hands behind his back.

  The endless snowflakes collided with Mowu's spear in an instant.

   However, as he said, the snowflakes went straight through the ink warrior and the spear.

   Yuanshen is illusory, Snowflake is real, the two are fundamentally in different worlds!

   Moreover, Ding Ling's attack was different from the ordinary Yangshen realm attack. It transformed part of the power of the Primordial Spirit, which was stored in the Primordial Qi, leaving half of the Primordial Spirit in the body.

   Therefore, he was able to control his body while attacking.

   This is also one of the secret techniques of his Yin Yang Peak.

   "Hehe, Pindao didn't intend to hinder you!"

   Zhang Ming smiled calmly.

   I saw thousands of snowflake sword intents, suddenly accelerated, and rushed towards Ding Ling in the air.

   This Demon Sect elder couldn't help but change his face: "You are crazy! You want to die together!"

   This man even ignored his Mowu spear and tried his best to kill him!

   This is a lose-lose style of play!

  Ding Ling didn't want to make a hard connection, so he turned around quickly and avoided the past in the air.

   Zhang Ming, who was standing on the snow-white long sword, called out the Awakening Clock from his cuff, and covered himself in the clock.

  clang——

   Mo Wu's spear pierced the Awakening Bell, sending out a vibrating chime.

   However, this awakening clock is the treasure of suppressing the primordial spirits in the world, and it is precisely to restrain it.

   Therefore, Mowu's spear was blocked from the body of the bell and could not advance at all.

  Ding Ling's complexion changed again, and Snowflake Sword Intent had already surrounded him.

   "A mere sword-wielding technique, An Neng can hurt me!"

   He waved his hand and laid down layers of barriers to block the flying snowflakes.

  The sound of jingle is endless.

  These snowflakes fell on his barrier, and it was like a steel crash, making a crisp symphony.

  呲——

   A clear shattering sound suddenly sounded on the barrier.

   "Impossible, what kind of swordsmanship is this! It can actually break through the true essence protection of the Yang God Realm!"

  Ding Ling only felt that his cognition was repeatedly broken through.

   This person's breath is obviously only in the life-shaping realm, how can he rely on a set of sword-wielding techniques to use the attack in the middle of the Yangshen realm!

   Moreover, the bell-shaped treasure on his body can actually see the attack of the primordial spirit as nothing!

  When the avalanche is in progress, it is like the general trend of the heaven and the earth.

   The broken position was instantly pulled apart, forming a huge gap.

   Snowflake Sword Intent erupted.

  Ding Ling couldn't help but fly back again, and at the same time stretched out a hand, and the Mowu spear in the distance rolled back in an instant, merging with it.

   At this time, the full aura of the Yang God Realm burst out from his body.

   "Get out of this seat!"

   He waved his hand with a jet-black vitality.

The sword intent of   Wan Jianjue was finally diluted, and the snowflakes scattered in the air.

  Ding Ling looked dignified, looked at the man on the snow sword, and asked, "Sure enough, there are some means, no wonder you dare to break into the Yinyang Peak of my Hehuan Sect, you are the Qing Hui of Lingshuguan?"

   Zhang Ming glanced at him and understood that this person might be the person who spoke to Yin Yang Peak.

   "Yes, as I said just now, Pindao is Qing Hui."

   He smiled slightly and said, "I don't know who you are, have you received the news from my disciple of Longyang Peak?"

  Ding Ling's eyes suddenly became angry.

   He knew what the other party was talking about, but he handed over Su Tan'er, or else his bones would be thrown into ashes, and the oil lamp would refine his soul.

   However, it was he who captured Su Tan'er, so how could he surrender now.

   "Qing Hui, don't deceive people too much!"

   He couldn't help shouting angrily.

   Zhang Ming couldn't help but light up his eyes and asked, "Could it be... Su Tan'er is really at your Yin Yang Peak?"

When    came, he had guessed that Su Tan’er was probably captured by Yin Yang Peak, who was good at foraging. Now it seems that this is the case.

Ding Ling snorted coldly: "So what? My Hehuan Sect is one of the four major demon sects, and my Yin-Yang Peak is second only to One Peak in the Hehuan Sect. Do you think you can leave safely when you get here? "

   He was still fearless.

   In terms of cultivation, he is in the Yangshen realm, and the opponent is in the life-shaping realm, so the difference cannot be calculated.

   In terms of geographical advantage, he occupies the two instrument joy formations on Yin Yang Peak as a reliance, and it is also a powerful existence that can fight against the realm of law.

   In any case, he couldn't possibly lose.

   This Taoist named Qing Hui really threw himself into the trap!

   All of this was originally designed for Ruan Xiu and Qu Feiyan, but he didn't expect it to be used on him now.

   Zhang Ming didn't know why, so he looked at him again and asked, "Why can't I leave safely, it's up to you?"

After    destroyed Xiaohanshan Temple, he felt that his confidence was much stronger.

   Taoism is quiet and inaction, humble and respectful.

   The literacy of the previous 20 years, as he descended the mountain and stepped into the world, he was once again infected with the atmosphere of the world.

   This kind of breath is a bit long-lost, but also a bit comfortable.

   There is no joy or sadness in meditation, and it is inferior to the right and wrong of the mortal world.

   In this life, a person’s life is to live freely, calmly, and freely.

   If you cultivate Taoism and become immortal, you will be too oblivious to your feelings, and it will be too boring.

  Ding Ling laughed when he heard what he said.

   "Yes, it's up to me! Ignorance child, pick me up again!"

   He closed his eyes instantly, and a black shadow rushed out of his body.

   The primordial spirit comes out of the body and fights hard!

  This time, he gave up his defense, manifested all his primordial spirits, and attacked with a real full-strength attack!

   In the eyes of everyone, they only felt that as soon as his eyes were closed, he had appeared in a pitch-dark world.

   A black shadow covered Zhang Ming's body.

   Just like the Sword Twenty-Three he used, now the opponent used a powerful blow from Yuanshen.

  Boom, boom, boom.

   Zhang Ming's chest suddenly sounded a dull crashing sound.

   Immediately, a mass of icy liquid flowed out, turning into a man with an indifferent expression.

   He reached out and grabbed the pitch-black shadow.

   "A mere primordial spirit, dare to be presumptuous in front of a poor Daoist?"

   Zhang Xiaoyi pinched the black shadow and shouted coldly while stepping out.

   He shook it vigorously, the black shadow in his palm distorted, condensing the appearance of Ding Ling's primordial spirit.

   It was just at this moment that he looked horrified and shouted: "How is it possible! Your primordial spirit is so powerful! It's impossible, you... Who are you?"

   Zhang Xiaoyi's "Yuanshen" is actually not the Yuanshen, but the Yuanshen that has never contained the charm. After absorbing the fragments of the golden body of Arhat, it forms a strange existence that runs through the flesh and the Yuansoul.

   However, in the eyes of others, such an existence is the Yuanshen, and even... even more terrifying than the Yuanshen!

  Ding Ling felt this way.

   He used an all-out blow, manifesting all the power of his primordial spirit, and he was even more vulnerable than before.

   This caused him, for the first time in his life, an indescribable sense of frustration.

   is like facing an insurmountable mountain, deeply powerless, and has no choice but to retreat!

   "Who am I? I...Pin Dao Lingshu Guan Tai Xuzi!"

  Zhang Xiaoyi almost missed his mouth, twitched the corner of his mouth and laughed.

   Then, he squeezed hard.

   The other party's soul was instantly shattered by a terrifying force.

   However, Ding Ling is a strong man in the Yangshen realm after all, and he will not fall down so easily.

   The countless fragments of the primordial spirit shot out in an instant, escaping out of the pitch-black world.

   At the same time, Ding Ling opened his eyes closed in midair.

   But, at this moment, his eyes were full of fear.

   "Pfft—"

  Ding Ling could no longer hold back the injury of his Yuanshen, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

   "No, Elder Ding was injured!"

   "What happened just now? I only saw Elder Ding closed his eyes and took a breath. Why did he suddenly vomit blood?"

   "What do you know, this is an attacking technique that can only be used in the Yangshen Realm! For a moment in the world, the primordial spirit has a thousand years, and they must have used the primordial spirit to fight just now!"

   "If you say that, could it be... that Elder Ding lost!"

   At this time, disciples had already gathered on Yin Yang Peak.

   When they saw Ding Ling deflated, they couldn't help pointing and talking in shock and fear.

   Zhang Ming also opened his eyes and said with a smile: "How about it, do you still think Pindao can't leave safely?"

  Ding Ling subconsciously flew back ten feet and opened the distance.

   He was a little scared!

   "Qing Hui, don't be too complacent! My Yin Yang Peak is not so easy to deal with!"

   He shouted sternly.

   Zhang Ming couldn't help shaking his head and said, "Pindao will ask you one last time, will you hand over Su Tan'er?"

   This sentence was asked, and many disciples below immediately understood the reason.

   The news from Longyang Peak just now has been passed on to the entire sect by the disciples of the temple guard.

   "It turns out that he is that Lingshu Guan Qinghui!"

   "Oops, Longyang Peak is destroyed in his hands, do you think we should escape now?"

   "Don't worry, Elder Ding will have a way to deal with it."

   The Yin Yang Peak disciples in the square in front of the hall were talking a lot.

   There was also a female disciple with a peach blossom smile and said: "This Qinghui Daoist is really handsome. I wonder if Elder Ding can reward him with some nourishment after catching him?"

The woman next to    eats the taste: "I want to be beautiful! Even if such a person does not take supplements, I would rather keep it in the cave all the time, just arrange flowers and make jade!"

   At this moment, a pink Yufeng paper kite flew outside.

   "Hey, Peak Master Ruan of Sanyin Peak is here!"

   "Hey, I heard that Peak Master Xu almost got her, but she escaped. A few days ago, he killed more than a dozen disciples of my Yin Yang Peak for no reason. I didn't expect that she would dare to come here today!"

   "I understand, this must be a trap set by Elder Ding."

   "You mean..."

The disciples in front of the    hall figured out the key points at once.

   Elder Ding Ling, who was in the air, was not as expected, seeing Ruan Xiu coming, he burst out laughing.

   "Okay, very good! It's really hard to find a place to step through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it! You... all come in for this seat!"

  Ding Ling shouted with a grim expression.

   He poked his hands to the left and right, and the Hall of Joy below immediately lit up with black and white lights.

   Then, he grabbed the two rays of light and turned around abruptly.

   Black and white light beams rushed out of the entire mountain peak, circling Ding Ling as the center, and quickly rotated.

   If you look at it from a high altitude, it looks like a huge Tai Chi map, turning clockwise.

   Zhang Ming's eyes sank slightly, and he shouted: "No, it's a formation!"

   He stretched out his hand and pressed the awakening world clock that had not been put away, waved his palm, and slapped it heavily.

   "The primordial spirits of the world, enter the urn!"

   He was trying to forcibly pull out Ding Ling's Primordial Spirit to break his formation with Awakening Clock.

   Just like at the Xiaohanshan Temple that day, he used the Awakening Bell to quell the four monks in the Yangshen realm at the eye of the formation.

   However, his movements were still one step slower.

   Everyone just felt that a flower had appeared in front of a black and white world.

   At this time, Ruan Xiu's anxious cry came from a distance: "Qing Hui, I will save Ben Gong's apprentice myself, and I don't need you to take risks! Go, let Ben Gong go!"

The sound of    echoed between heaven and earth.

   The pink paper kite suddenly stopped, and the woman in the palace costume standing on it looked down, and immediately looked at the blue-robed Taoist who was standing on the snow-white long sword.

   "Long time no see, Peak Master Ruan."

   Zhang Ming smiled and greeted.

   Ruan Xiu made Zhi Yuan down, stood face to face with him, and said with a straight face, "You...how can you still laugh!"

   Her phoenix eyes looked very beautiful at this moment.

   Guo Xiang and Yin Xue suddenly felt a sense of crisis in their hearts, and asked aloud: "Qinghui Daoist, who is this?"

   Although the woman in palace dress in front of her is older than them, about thirty years old, she has a plump figure, a slender waist, and her eyebrows and eyes are more mature and full of charm, and her temperament somewhat suppresses them.

   Zhang Ming didn't notice anything wrong between them, and introduced: "This is Ruan Xiu, the peak master of the Sanyin Peak of the Hehuan Sect, and has a relationship with Pindao."

   Then, he looked at Ruan Xiu and said, "These two are Guo Xiang and Miss Yin Xue."

   Having said this, he asked: "Peak Master Ruan, why do you say that the poor can't laugh?"

   This polite address made Ruan Xiu tremble.

   That was the throbbing feeling after hearing the master's voice, and it was also the unfamiliarity in this title, which made her feel uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

  The events of that day, after all, are like a marriage in dew, are they fleeting?

   "Hehe, he doesn't love you!"

   "Let's go with the slave family... The slave family has everything you want."

   "Children, don't wake up yet!"

  “…”

   Suddenly, an illusory voice came from the ear, suddenly far and near, and seemed to be far away.

   It was like a group of people were whispering around her, sometimes shouting loudly, sometimes whispering, but when she looked up, she couldn't see anyone.

   At the same time, Zhang Ming, Guo Xiang and Yin Xue also heard various voices.

   These voices seem to have insight into their secrets, and they speak at the knot in their hearts, all tempting their inner desires.

   This is a... a formation that touches people's hearts!

   And the most difficult thing for a person to overcome is his own heart!

   (end of this chapter)