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Part One Maya Maya Chapter 151: Subdue the Demon and Become a Charm

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    Qi Lin only felt a gray shadow flash in front of his eyes. Before he could see clearly, he found that there was suddenly an additional person in the battle, Master Wailing!

    Although Master Ming Ming had no intention of disrupting the situation, he couldn't bear to see Hua Wuduo standing out from the crowd, killing people like a piece of grass, so he came out of hiding and flew down in front of Hua Wuduo.

    Hua Wuduo didn¡¯t pay any attention to the old monk in front of him, so when the words didn¡¯t make sense, Hua Wuduo immediately deployed his body skills to fight with the mournful master.

    After a few moves, the feeling of cutting melons and vegetables with ease just now disappeared without a trace. On the contrary, Hua Wuduo always felt that no matter how hard he tried, he was always covered by a big net, no matter how he swam.  No matter where you go, you are bound by a rope everywhere. The old monk in front of you seems to be an unfathomable master!

    With this judgment, Hua Wuduo simply stopped entangled, held her back and jumped three feet, and then stood attentively. His hands slowly circled his chest like lifting a thousand kilograms of weight. At the same time, his body gradually stretched, and there was a burst of crackling like exploding beans.  The sounds of "Hua Wuduo" were heard one after another from Hua Wuduo's body, and the muscles and bones in his body seemed to be slowly gathering strength and ready to go.

    At the same time, Hua Wuduo's body was divided by a line from the center of his heart, and suddenly it gradually split into two completely different forms. The left half of his body was like an inflated urine bubble, bulging out of thin air into the outline of a big ball, with a faint red color.  Ze is exposed through the clothes; while the right half has a completely different appearance. The blue color becomes more and more obvious as the body continues to shrink inwards and becomes thinner. From a distance, this half of the body is slowly being pressed.  It turned into a flat piece of cake and looked at it suddenly.  It is actually quite similar to the last move that the old eunuch Xu Ruofeng used just now.

    "Is this the magical skill of the waxing sun and the waning moon?" Although Master Mingming's martial arts skills have already entered the palace, this is the first time he has seen Persian martial arts. When he saw many incredible changes in Hua Wuduo's body, Master Mingming  The name of Hua Wuduo's unique skill in life that he had just boasted about came to mind.

    But Hua Wuduo's body changes were far from over. After the left half of his body turned red like a soldering iron, swollen like a pufferfish, and the right half of his body was as blue as the deep sea and as dry as paper, a violent shaking came from Hua Wuduo's heart, and then  His whole body was shaking and his limbs were dancing.  It was like a chill, and then a wave-like undulating rhythm began to appear horizontally on the body.

    This wave of fluctuations is like a tidal wave of sand rolling, and it is continuous. The left and right half of the body suddenly bulge like the peak of the wave at this moment, and suddenly fall like the trough of the wave in the blink of an eye. This constant alternation turns the originally normal body into a strange ups and downs.  Sand Dunes, almost at the same time.  The bright red and blue colors constantly change with the ups and downs of the body, like a chameleon.  Another example is the zebra foal.

    "How could there be such unbelievable martial arts in the world?!" Qi Lin's mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, and he was filled with indescribable surprise and confusion, and even some inexplicable fear.

    But Master Ming Ming has slightly closed his eyes since Hua Wuduo started to have luck. It seems that all the arrogance, violence, cruelty, terror and other such cruelty in this world cannot be felt by him.

    The look of Master Wailing made Qi Lin worried, "Is this old monk asleep? Or is he too self-confident? You must know that even if the leader of the demon sect in front of you has not taken action, his appearance alone is enough to illustrate his martial arts.  It¡¯s so scary!¡±

    "Master Ming Ming is still the same as before.  Don't smell, don't look, don't move, just quietly waiting for the arrival of Hua Wuduo, even if what comes is overwhelmingly powerful, or what comes is just bluff and pretentiousness.

    Hua Wuduo was also quite surprised by the old monk's lack of movement, but the self-confidence he had developed from rarely encountering an opponent for many years had already overshadowed the necessary caution and testing. By the time Hua Wuduo secretly circulated the aura in his body, it was circulating smoothly.  .  Then he suddenly raised his palms, and quickly attacked Master Wailing as if he were stepping on hot wheels.

    The old monk finally moved, although he only moved his eyes.  Master Ming Ming glanced indifferently at Hua Wuduo, who was rushing towards him.  Then the body began to squat slowly.

    When the distance between Hua Wuduo and Hua Wuduo was less than ten feet, Master Ming Ming actually sat down completely cross-legged on the ground!

    "Do you want to learn from Sakyamuni and feed the tiger with your body?" Qi Lin exclaimed loudly, no longer caring about hiding himself.  Fortunately, the killing cries and screams in the middle of the battle were like a vast ocean, hiding Qi Lin's exclamations and bumps unnoticed.

    At this time, a strong upward force suddenly came from under the buttocks of Master Wailing, who was completely sitting down. Master Wailing's body was lifted up quickly until it was four or five feet above the ground.  The electrical movement flashed left and right, forward and back, so fast that it was almost impossible to discern with the naked eye. It just made Qi Lin feel that there was a group of gray shadows flying back and forth in front of him like the wind. Perhaps, there was only the word "incredible".  Only then can you show off your attitude!

    But what if there are so many flowers?The object, between the electric light and flint, has pressed its palms heavily on the chest of the mournful master who is still crouching with his hands clasped and sitting motionless. Perhaps he only needs to use the overwhelming power accumulated in his body to spread out through his palms. In front of him,  This old monk who is looking for death will go to Nirvana as he wishes!

    Hua Wuduo thought and did the same.

    However, the old monk didn't seem to let Hua Wuduo's expected trajectory really unfold, because at this moment, the body of the mournful master suddenly flew out with the violent explosion of Hua Wuduo's internal power, flying so drifting, so  Qingxu, such a quick and irregular flip, made everyone think that Master Ming Ming's wish to feed a tiger was finally fulfilled.

    But within a blink of an eye, the old monk's body, like a kite with its string cut off, suddenly straightened back to its original shape, and then the retreating force in the air turned into a rapid rotation like a top. After an instant, the rotation gradually slowed down, but then turned into a spinning top.  It forms a circle around Huawuduo's body, rising and falling, returning as soon as it leaves, or it may be a few feet higher than Huawuduo's head, or it may be as low as almost touching the ground. The only thing that remains unchanged is the shape of the trajectory of the circle, which is all ordinary.  Unique ellipse, standard ellipse!

    Since Hua Wuduo pushed out his palms, he knew something was wrong, because the old monk's body was by no means a hard but easily broken rock wall, nor was it a ball that flew away at a touch, but like a sponge.  A sponge that can absorb unlimited power!  And all the internal energy that Hua Wuduo emitted was completely absorbed into the body by this sponge!

    What's worse is that this sponge-like body immediately completely digested Hua Wuduo's internal energy by retreating, rotating, and circling, and turned into an elliptical network of internal energy that fed back, and instead completely bound himself within it.  .

    Use your strength to fight!  The highest realm!

    This web of internal force restraint weaved for ourselves by our own internal force is still slowly tightening, continues to tighten, and is still tightening!

    It was so tight that Hua Wuduo could hardly move an inch, so tight that it was impossible to raise his hands or feet, so tight that even breathing and swallowing saliva became increasingly difficult, so tight that Hua Wuduo felt like he had become a caterpillar in a cocoon.  !

    ??And the funny thing is.  The initiator of the self-inflicted trap is himself. The old monk in front of him looks more like a guide and teacher who stays out of the situation!

    The mournful master has stopped, still sitting in a crouched position with his eyes slightly closed, motionless in the wind. It seems that this old monk has never moved or moved, because the white clouds are still floating in front of him, and the yellow sand is quiet.  The wind remains the same, the old monk remains the same, and the flowers remain the same!

    But, it¡¯s different.  But it is so deeply hidden.  Because Hua Wuduo felt that the air in his lungs was being squeezed out little by little, but not even a trace of fresh air was flowing in!  life.  It's passing!

    Fortunately, the title of Master of Ming Ming is enough to illustrate the compassionate heart of the old monk, and the blockbuster just now was just to use violence to fight violence to avoid more asymmetric atrocities and massacres. Moreover, the old monk's violence was also used in such a way.  Silent and invisible, apart from being able to slowly taste the coming of death, Hua Wuduo has no external injuries or internal damage at all. Isn't this enough to be called compassion?  !

    A member of the Jin Yiwei Qianhu, who had just dispatched an opponent of the Ming Cult in the melee, saw the leader of the Demon Cult suddenly unable to move.  With great joy in his heart, he immediately gathered all his strength and slashed at Hua Wuduo's neck!

    " But as soon as the Xiuchun knife touched Hua Wuduo's skin, the Qianhu man and the knife were ejected from a distance. After getting up, he was filled with doubts and looked at Hua Wuduo.  His expression was still painful, as if frozen. Looking at the old monk again, his eyebrows were still lowered and unmoved.

    "What's going on?" Qianhu's head suddenly became the size of a pig's head, but he no longer had the courage to go up and chop him again.  After shaking his head, he turned back to the group of ordinary people who were fighting among themselves and continued fighting.

    "Anger arises from the heart but hurts the innocent. Even though you are violent by nature, you will reap the consequences. There are many flowers. Do you have any regrets?" Master Ming Ming still looked like that, but his lips moved slightly and he uttered a sentence.

    Her inner strength was gone, and there was not much air left. While she still had the strength to say the last word, Hua Wuduo endured the pain caused by her vocal cords being squeezed, and said hoarsely: "What is regret? Is there any solution?"  medicine?"

    "That's good, that's good!" Master Ming Ming murmured, and his clasped hands slowly relaxed.

    Instant results!  Hua Wuduo felt that a breath of air suddenly came into his throat, which had been almost completely squeezed. It was so fresh, fragrant, and so mellow!

    "Why haven't I ever felt that the air has such a wonderful smell?" A thought immediately appeared in the depths of Hua Wuduo's sober mind.

    Then, the air of large stocks rushed into the flowers that were close to the vacuum more than hundreds of millions of alveoli.The brain at this point again produces a drunken dizziness, drunk on oxygen!

    "Could this bald donkey know magic?" This was Hua Wuduo's second thought after walking back from the underworld. As this thought emerged, a cluster of flowers in the sky that had been fed with the poison of three poisons and six evils disappeared from his sleeves.  Slips into the palm of your hand.

    Vulture droppings, skunk farts, centipede saliva in spring, oleander, datura, and panax pod leaves in mid-autumn are added in proportion to each other on the full-moon night of the four seasons, and then sealed and sealed.  In the clay pot, add the three-year-old Tianshan White Poisonous Scorpion in the next year, the six-year-old Kunlun Black Poison Toad in the following year, and finally put in the ten-foot-long Persian fire-tempered snake in the third year, and then place it in the boiling spring.  It was steamed for three years and finally placed on the top of Mount Dema, the highest peak in Persia. After being baptized by wind and snow for another three years, the unparalleled poison of three poisons and six evils was produced.

    This poison has been a magic weapon for protecting the body of the Persian Ming Cult leaders in the past, because when the poison attacks, the body is sometimes as hot as steaming, and sometimes as cold as ice. The pain is indescribable. All you need to do is dip the tip of a needle into it and then pierce the skin.  There is no possibility of resurrection or easy death. Therefore, the Holy Fire Order of the Ming Cult clearly ordered that this poison should only be used to punish the traitors who committed the most heinous crimes within the gang. Even if ordinary battles failed or were lost to the enemy, successive leaders would not dare to use it without permission.

    At this time, Hua Wuduo was holding poisonous needles all over the sky that were several times finer than cow hairs. He couldn't help but feel extremely anxious in his heart: "To hair or not to hair? Hair? The poisonous needles are colorless and invisible. In addition, the evening is approaching at this time.  Even if the old monk had three heads and six arms, he was determined not to escape the poisonous needle. But the old monk had just let him go!

    Not sending it?  Since the founder of the Persian Mingjiao accidentally discovered the heavenly secret and mysterious power in the underground holy land of pregnant women more than 700 years ago, he was able to establish a sect based on this, and gradually developed into a sect that could compete with the countries in the Western Regions.  Countervailing force.  Therefore, in addition to constantly comprehending the heavenly secrets, practicing martial arts and organizing troops, the subsequent Persian Ming Cult leaders also had the most important responsibility of using their followers scattered throughout the country to find opportunities to enter the Holy Land of Pregnancy again, so that they could  Mingjiao sublimated again and finally achieved the great cause of founding a country.  However, the gate to the earth will only open once every two hundred years, and the cracks in the ground that appeared in the Gobi a day ago are clearly the signal to open the gate to the earth. Although the ground has reopened, according to the records of the religious classics, the next official  The opening time should be five days later, and the location should be within a hundred miles of the surrounding area.  Therefore, the millennium plan of the Persian Ming Cult has finally come to light. If he is blocked by the old monk and cannot enter smoothly this time, then he will become the eternal sinner of the Ming Cult!  "

    Thinking of this, Hua Wuduo no longer cared about his sense of shame, his inner strength flickered, and he was about to shoot the poisonous needles in his hand at Master Ming Ming!

    Suddenly, a scream that was very different from a scream of injury suddenly sounded!

    The sound is so sharp, loud and piercing, even in the noisy battle formation, it is still so deafening!

    "Ah, there is a ghost?"

    The cries stop here!

    Because the person who raised the voice can no longer shout!

    Qi Lin and the people from the four sects, who were still outside the battle, could clearly see that in the setting sun, the body of the shouting rat man was like a test prop that quickly became invisible from bottom to top, and it seemed to be  A piece of powdery rotten tree stump disappeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye!
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