Yi Tianxing calmed down, and a golden light flashed in his pupils. Subconsciously, two heavenly fires on his fingertips ignited, erasing them into his soft pupils.

His pupils were slightly warm, and when he opened his eyelids, he felt a little different.

Although the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree is still green in branches, every leaf, every branch, and the edges of each tree are filled with some indescribable luster.

This is the ginkgo tree that was created by the empty spiritual power of the old monk in Meiling... What a terrible spiritual power.

But I didn't have time to think too much.

The copper-yellow trace of light above the night sky is slowly descending.

Yi Tianxing carried a golden stick behind him, his face turned cold, and air flowed out from his soles, shaking the leaves all over the ground, and his people rushed up the leaves flying all over the sky.

All external phenomena can be faked, but the body of the old monk in Meiling cannot be faked.

When we arrived at the tree hole again, we saw the old monk's compassionate appearance and the old monk stretched out his palm again.

It was still a strong wind that was unpredictable to attack Yi Tianxing.

Yi Tianxing secretly recited the Heart Sutra, using the practitioner's writing to calm his mind, and pretended that the strong wind was false, screamed and raised his stick to beat him...

There was a dull sound of "Bang!"

The old monk Meiling had a fake palm before, but this palm was...real.

Yi Tianxing was hit hard in the face, and he felt a sore nose and aches in the corner of his lips, and he was about to shed tears.

This fight was so pitiful.

But the fighting skills he learned from his ancestors in the back garden of Guiyuan Temple were not in vain. His body was still shaking and floating backwards. The golden stick in his hand had already turned the tip of the stick. It suddenly grew in the night sky, and it pierced into the tree hole in an extremely clever way!

A puff.

The golden light is stinging.

The blood bloomed on the chest of the old monk Meiling.

He gently dipped his fingers in the blood on his chest, slowly stretched it to his lips, hesitated for a little, then licked it, and when he raised his head, his face became more merciful.

Yi Tianxing didn't look at him at all, rushed over again with his head and his head slid into him again. He slid a very graceful curve in the night sky like a big bird. The golden stick suddenly became longer and thicker, and turned into a strange stick with a thin bottom and thick top, and knocked at the old monk Meiling fiercely!

The old monk Meiling frowned slightly when he saw the giant stick coming to his face. Even though he had been practicing for five hundred years, he would not dare to use his body to take over this famous weapon for all time.

A blood-red color suddenly appeared in his originally bright eyes.

The old monk opened his lips and squirted out a word: "Du!"

His whole body shook slightly, as if this word had consumed too much of his mental power.

The next moment, Yi Tianxing was in the situation and truly felt the power of this word.

He used his natural divine power to hit the giant stick suddenly in the night sky, as if he had hit a very viscous mud. It was obvious that there was air in front of him, but the tip of the stick could not be moved!

The giant stick's head is only half a meter away from the tree hole.

This half meter is as far away as the ends of the earth. Yi Tianxing's eyes are slightly red, and he raises his cultivation to the top, but he cannot move forward in an inch.

"Ah!" Yi Tianxing roared violently, and his clothes on his shoulders were broken into silk! The giant stick's head finally moved forward a little.

The old monk Meiling suddenly looked up and looked at him. There were too many things in his eyes. How could Yi Tianxing dare to look at his eyes? Even if he had the Shangqing Thunder Art, he would probably be spurted to death by his mental power.

He quickly lowered his head, and was spraying with the sky fire under his feet, and used the force to stuff the golden rod head into the tree hole!

The reason why the word "Su" is used is because the golden rod has become too huge at this time, and the head of the rod is about the same thickness as the body of the ginkgo tree, like a huge golden tree.

Golden trees and ginkgo trees are fighting deadly under the night sky.

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I don’t know how long it took, but Yi Tianxing’s back gradually became weak and slowly began to shake.

In the tree cave, the old monk sitting cross-legged in Meiling gradually seemed a little weak.

The thick golden rod and the ginkgo tree that towered into the sky remained about half a meter away.

"Dog Damn Chen Shuping!"

I felt that the Buddha's finger relic in brass was falling to the ginkgo tree above my head. If the Buddha's finger relic fell on the hands of the old monk Meiling, if he understood it for a moment, the Sumeru Mountain Arhats who had been imprisoned by him would have finished playing... Thinking of this festival, Yi Tianxing was very scared and cursed the timid helper of the Heavenly Court in his heart.

As if he knew what he was thinking, the old monk from Meiling smiled slightly.

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At this moment, a very shrill sound of breaking wind could not be remembered. A black shadow in the Taoist temple under the ginkgo tree rushed up at a speed that could not be seen in the world, carrying an extremely powerful aura all over his body!

The black shadow rushed into the narrow gap between the golden rod head and the ginkgo tree hole in a moment. With a sharp howling, he formed countless complex immortal techniques with his hands. A row of extremely terrifying white teeth appeared in the air and bit down towards the thin body of the old monk Meiling!

It was Chen Shuping who pretended to be a sleeping servant who chose to take action at this time. The old monk Meiling used all his mental power to fight against the divinity of the golden cudgel, and he had no way to guard against it.

Oops... Yi Tianxing's shoulders were shaking slightly, and he was very tired, but his heart was cold. Although he didn't understand what the old monk Meiling could do at this time, since the other party had known that Chen Shuping was ambushing, he would definitely leave a backhand.

I just don't know what this backup plan is.

The insidious Chen Shuping chose this as the most appropriate time to attack, but in fact, it should be the worst time.

What shocked Yi Tianxing was that the old monk Meiling had no backup when fighting with him, he was just...stop his power!

Under the power of the golden rod, he can still retain his power, which is terrible!

The old monk from Meiling looked up at Chen Shuping who was rushing towards him, and the chill in his eyes gradually became stronger.

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The pure Buddha light rose from the tree hole, and the soft light was hidden, but it contained the highest power.

There was a very strange sound in Chen Shuping's throat, like swallowing, or like a skinned fish that was fried on a barbecue stall.

The old monk from Meiling shouted fiercely: "The golden body is not bad!"

The blood clan body, who had been practicing hard for five hundred years, suddenly had a layer of golden light in the tree hole, looking inexplicably.

Chen Shuping's immortal skills were already released, and his white teeth were like a knife, and he bit into the body of the old monk Meiling.

In the tree hole, the two rows of sharp dog teeth were shattered by the golden body of the old monk Meiling! Chen Shuping's body was stuck in the air, "Ah!" A very angry howl, blood gushed out from the corners of his lips.

The old monk Meiling's body was also bitten through a deep blood hole, but there was no risk of breaking his body. He looked at Chen Shuping in front of him coldly and slapped his chest with a palm.

A muffled sound.

In the air, Chen Shuping's body was shocked and bounced back quickly like a bullet, and blood from the corners of his mouth was squirting all over the sky!

With Chen Shuping's strong strength, even if he fights with the old monk Meiling, he will not lose so badly. He is a kid who loves to be a fool, but the attacker is a tragic attacker. The defeat is so unhappy.

Yi Tianxing's heart was a little cold, thinking that this helper was so stupid. He thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to relax in his hand. He groaned, pressed down his mission with a stick head, and with a move of his right hand, a flame of heaven that could melt everything in the world finally sprayed out into the tree hole.

The Buddha's breath in the tree cave does not dissipate, but it still lingers.

The old monk in Meiling closed his eyes, put his palms together, and said in his lips: "Du!"

The thousand-year-old ginkgo tree he created with his mental power retreated without any reason, and set a distance of dozens of meters from Yi Tianxing's golden rod Tianhuo.

Yi Tianxing's sea of ​​consciousness was also as if he was hit hard, and a stinging pain was circling in his brain. His body kept rolling up and down in the night sky, looking extremely painful. He almost threw away the golden stick and hugged his head.

I don’t know how long he rolled, but he finally stabilized his body in the air, wiped off the blood oozing out of his nostrils, and his sleeves suddenly ignited... Yi Tianxing bit his lip, his body floated in the night sky, his eyes full of cleverness. Looking at the ginkgo tree dozens of meters away, he suddenly screamed and stretched out a golden stick. The tip of the stick suddenly became longer, smashing into the tree hole like a golden laser.

The old monk Meiling gently closed his mouth, touched his palms softly, and the Buddha breath filled with the tree hole suddenly opened, like an inflatable airbag.

The golden rod head touched the Buddha's breath air bag, and a muffled sound was like piercing an air pocket.

With a puff, the old monk Meiling spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on his Heshi's palms.

Then he spread his right palm with respect.

There was a soft "pop".

The old monk's blood palm slowly caught a thing falling from the sky.

The brass-wrapped Buddha finger relic flashed slightly on his blood palm with a slightly flowing Buddha light.

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The brass gradually melted away, revealing the milky white finger bones with three blood lines attached to it.

The full Buddha breath in the tree hole seemed to sense the breath of this finger bone, and rushed into the finger bone tube. The Buddha light in the tree hole was lingering and jumping non-stop.

The old monk Meiling looked at the fingertips in his palms and gently chanted the scriptures in his mouth.

Suddenly, the three blood threads on the Buddha's finger relics gradually faded!

The momentum of the old monk Meiling changed. The originally pure and gentle aura was still pure and soft, but at this moment it seemed to have the power of heaven and earth, pressing the bright moon above and the earth below. An extremely heavy pressure filled the Taoist temple, up and down Meiling!

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Yi Tianxing and Chen Shuping, who were suppressed by the supreme power of the old monk Meiling, were unable to come forward, and they were stunned when they looked at the scene in front of them.

Yi Tianxing woke up and cursed angrily: "Dog! Come on for me!"
To be continued...