Chapter 223: Fairy skin!

The two masters in the field fight, a teenager, a monk, between the two flying swept, the fists of the wind sway, the large stones on the ground burst, the fierce fists alternate, the masculine screams bursting, the ghosts can not invade The evil spirits fled.
"Is this the fight between Wu Sheng?"
Hung Yi quietly pulled out from the black mist at this time, watching this boy, a monk's fight, and then "looking" them into the sky, such as the spirit of the wolf smoke, the heart is also secretly shocked, The real Wu Sheng is really strong.
Wu Sheng is not without souls. On the contrary, their spirits are very powerful, and their will is even tougher than ghosts. Only in the process of gradually practicing martial arts, all the souls are merged with the blood of the body to yin and yang.
This is like the fact that Hong Yi cultivated the essence of the upper body, which is to convert the blood of the body into a pure Yin spirit.
The practice of martial arts is to completely transform the soul of pure Yin into blood.
This kind of cultivation, the sacrifice is the magical Taoism, the ability of the autopsy to reincarnate, replaced by the tyrannical body and momentum.
Think of Hong Yi now, if you integrate all the souls into the flesh, let the power of the soul turn into the power of blood, how strong the flesh is!
Hong Yi is now a big man. He has already broken a few things. He knows that in fact, the practice of martial arts really opens up various acupoints, and after entering the realm of humanity, the final smashing of the vacuum is almost equivalent to the human being, with the flesh. Achieved the of the sun.
Although the realm of smashing the vacuum is different from that of the yang god, in essence, both are pure yang. As for the combat power, Hong Yi did not cultivate to that point, nor did he see the martial arts master who smashed the vacuum and the master of the Yangshen confrontation, but did not know who is strong and who is weak.
However, now the two major Wusheng fights to see the momentum. The ground is really shocking.
Ordinary people seem to have nothing to do with Wu Sheng. It’s just a fist. The storm is fierce. Masculine suffocation.
And fell to the ghost fairy master. The Taoist master is inside the eyes. It will really feel the horror of Wu Shengdi.
With Hong Yi now such a powerful soul. I also feel that the two major Wu Sheng fights the center position. The qi and blood masculine is strong. Nothing is inferior to the thunder in the fairy tales.
It’s not impossible to be close to yourself. But it must be very difficult.
"This boy. It must be the champion."
Hong Yi’s body did not move. He had already received the flame of the big day, and he condensed the soul into a group. Try not to expose the yin wind and watch the battle in the field.
The boy was wearing a Chinese costume with purple gold crumbs, his head with a purple crown like Hong Xuanji, and a bright yellow belt around his waist. It was a royal thing, apparently the Emperor’s gift, otherwise he would It is the sin of the prince to wear it, and it is a crime of disrespect.
His body is also well-proportioned, slightly higher than Hong Yi himself, but in general it looks similar, the eyebrows are clear, such as the pen-cutting, the lips are closed, the nose is slightly higher, the forehead seems to be round, and the heavens are full. The two temples are slightly rounded with pale gold, and it is obvious that the whole body has been tempered to the extreme and began to boil, which caused the two temples to have a hint of "sun"!
The temples, the temples, the true martial arts saints, the detached people, when the poles are practiced, the temples give people a real feeling of yang.
"Good guy! Not to mention martial arts, this champion Hou is only a look, it is already a big blessing, a blessing and a fateful figure that can't be imagined. No wonder the young boy."
Looking at the monk who played against the champion, but the hair was not shaved, and a layer of black ground scum was grown on it, but the faint ambiguity was clear, and it was a real monk.
This monk looks red, big and big, burly, big ears, and seems to be half-old in the field at the age of forty or fifty. Wearing a black gold cymbal, between the shots, flashing like electricity, the boxing style is fierce, such as the dragon and the tiger, the energy seems to be endless.
Between the two masters, Hong Yi looked at the martial arts movements, but it was hard to see the subtle changes. He only saw the body and the law, and every time the muscles were beaten, it was like a lightning strike in the sky, the air. The turbulence was violent and the waves were rolling.
"The martial arts of these two people are even higher than those of Wu Da Guanjia!"
Hong Yi looked at it, and his heart was already clear.
"The noble monk, your disciples have all been taken by me. Now that you have put your brain into the gourd, you will only have one person to resist. What is the use? The witchcraft is now a foregone conclusion. Why are you? I still have to be stubborn. I will hand over the Qiankun bag and follow me back. With your body, I guarantee that you and your disciples have nothing to do. I can even ask the emperor to give you a temple, as long as you If you are eager to read the Buddha in the future, you will not plan to be a Guangfu Dachan Temple. You can be safe and peaceful, and you can become a generation of monks and preach the essence of Buddhism. If you resist this, there is no result."
Just when the two men struggled hard, Hong Yi suddenly heard the sound of the champion Hou sounded.
The sound of this champion Hou sounded very clear. The words were like beads and rounded like jade, which made Hong Yi think of the sound of reading in the Hanlin Palace.
But after listening to it, there is an irresistible command in this discourse. It seems that his words are commands, that is, military orders. Anyone who hears his words must obey, and the human subconscious is inside. The first reaction is to listen to this.
In simple words, there is such a magic.
Hong Yi knows that this is a kind of momentum that a person has said in a mountain, and no one has resisted for a long time, naturally.
"Haha, haha! Haha! I have managed to escape since the destruction of the Great Zen Temple. I have been hiding in the wild for twenty years, but I still can’t think of being chased by these dogs. I will not die in this life. Hugh! You don't know how to be a jade, not a good thing? Today, if you have more people, take my life! But kill me! You have to leave a few lives!"
The patience and monk laughed happily, his voice was bleak, his anger and anger, but he was arrogant and dry. It seemed to be a hero who swallowed the mountains and rivers to the end of the road. He heard a sigh in Hong Yi’s heart.
"Surely, do you want to be a good deed to take over you? The witch ghost road is nothing more than borrowing your bags and making a big deal. You and their tigers are trying to hide. I don’t think it’s worth it. This group of witches, you Also saw, killing the soul
The evil law is not what human beings do. It is a demon that is completely human. It is also an upright Buddhist temple. You are a great virtue, and you are completely guilty of this kind of demon. You completely lose your compassion and have a peace of mind. Peak, the land of people?

The sound of the champion Hou’s reading is generally unrelenting, but there is always a kind of pressure to disintegrate the fighting spirit of the other side.
"Ha ha ha ha! Anything is full of nonsense, can you shake my heart? My big temple is too compassionate, when you came to the door when your army came to the door, actually refused to kill. You and I have already become a weapon St., the spirit is tenacious and unshakable. Do you want to use this language to shake my mind? Defeat me? Young people, don’t make a tongue fight, use your martial arts righteously, kill me with your own way! Don’t let me Despise you!"
The patience monk laughed again, and suddenly he launched it, and his body was like a giant dragon.
"Dragon Elephant Print!"
When Hong Yi saw it, it was the dragon-like seal that was carried out by the monk and the monk. The giant dragon elephant lived in the human sense and was full of power.
The patience of the monk's physical strength was a critical strike, and the whole body was bulged. The whole person increased his body by half. It really seems to be the of protection in Buddhism.
"Spiritual monk, you don't make it appear in the way, how is my opponent?"
Champion Hou faintly talked, hands arbitrarily swayed, like a downpour, sprinkled into the eight wasteland, immediately took the fierce and fierce punch of the monk, and then he bounced on one leg and broke out.
"I don't know what is the origin of the martial arts of this champion?" Hong Yi looked at the champion Hou this young boy, the boxing concept was not revealed, it seems that he did not use the full force, but he felt that the martial arts of the champion Hou, the artistic conception is extremely Far-reaching, covering eight shortages, running and making, there is a kind of sun, moon and stars, and the world is full of feelings.
"Why, this is the boxing technique of the Taoist Road? But the appearance of this champion Hou is really a bit similar to the outline of the Jade Prince. Is it really the illegitimate son of the emperor? Is it a ruling son of a folk?"
Although the guess in the heart is such a speculation, Hong Yi is not sure, especially since he has not seen the authenticity of the Taoist Taoism, nor has he seen the martial arts of the Taoist Road. Without knowing it, there is no way to guess.
"These two people will obviously not be able to tell what will happen in a moment."
Hong Yi looked at the monk and the monk and the champion Hou, the two men were full of blood, fists and feet, plundering the ground, and exploding between the air, and there was no sluggishness in the body. Long, and not willing to fight with all strength, to distinguish the outcome, is definitely not a one-pronged thing.
At this time, the surrounding ghosts are standing, the winners and losers are not divided, the two great Wu Sheng naturally refuse to fight for life and death, but also to prevent sudden attacks.
Hung Yi also divided his thoughts and saw the sky above, another group of dark clouds and a battle of fine light.
Obviously, this is also the master of the two ghosts.
In a cloud of darkness, a vaguely sorrowful priest appeared, and a flag painted with a mark fluttered around the Taoist.
This flag makes the flag only the size of the palm, the shape of the triangle, so that the texture of the flag does not know what it is. Only between the shaking, a few black smoldering winds are emitted, and the body of the black thin priest is wrapped up and flies in the air.
At the same time, this black thin priest's side, there are five golden wings, the long golden crown of the corpse of the corpse fluttering up and down, the mouth spewing a golden light shining Dan Wan, a bit like the peacock king Wuxing sword pill Jin Jing Wan Pills.
Between these corpses, they vomited this golden Dan Pill. When they hit the enemy's spells, they immediately exploded and turned into dozens of sharp golden swords. They cut around, cut them, and the corpse was sucked. The golden swordsmanship was gathered into a group of golden elements and was sucked into the mouth. After a few moments of time, it was once again condensed into Dan Wan.
"That's the sorcerer's sorcerer's sorrowful sorrow? And his magic weapon, the ghost flag? This magic weapon is really powerful, and he can fly him."
Hong Yi knows that this black and thin Taoist priest is the sorcerer of the sorcerer's sorcerer, and the flag that makes him fly is the flag of Wan Gui.
This magic weapon is made up of numerous ghosts condensed on it. Every seven days, it is necessary to feed with a lot of blood. With the power of these ghosts, you can not use the power of others to fly up and swim around.
And the five corpses of the corpse are tyrannical, flying and smashing, and they have a strong internal presence in their own cultivation, which is even more terrifying than the martial arts master.
Now this 禹 瞳 is fighting with one person.
The person who fights with him is sitting on the ground, and the whole body is also surrounded by a faint agitation, and the spirits are soaring into the sky, turning into a group of delicate light and fighting with Wuwu. .EbookFREE.me~ This man, wearing a cloak, a cloak, a lot of bird feathers, a flat face, just gave birth to a hawk. His hands are printed and it is the Buddhist gesture of the Buddha.
Needless to say, this is one of the eight great demon celestial beings in the world. It has always been a loner, and it is far away from the Condor King outside the desert.
In fact, Hong Yi still can't figure out the same thing as Zen Yinyin. Why did the Condor King trust in the squad of the champion Hou, and even manipulate the Hulu for him? This is equivalent to the nature of the chauffeur.
Let a demon go to the coachman of the carriage, Hong Yi can't imagine, how can there be such a powerful person in the world. Unless it is the ancient emperor.
However, for the observation of the Condor King, Hong Yi only stayed for a while.
He was more focused and placed on an item.
That is the sorcerer of the sorcerer's sorrow. On the back of the scorpion, it seems to have a large pocket.
This pocket is not silky, the color is very strange, it seems to be leather, but it is not the skin of any kind of animal. The more I look at it, the more I think the material of the bag is like human skin!
This big pocket is tightly tied by a rope. This rope seems to be a rib. It doesn't seem to be the ribs of animals, but the ribs of people.
A huge amount of pure power, faintly escaped from the pocket.
"This is the Qiankun bag? It must be a bag of Qiankun! But this is what the bag is, it is clearly human skin! This man skin, even Wu Sheng's skin, there is no such appearance, is it? Is it the skin of the human fairy?

After Hun Yi’s heart shocked, he stunned again.