I am reincarnated in the heavens and become a dragon

"Hahahaha... Suppress and kill me, can you do it? Even if your elder brother Li Zhige arrives, he doesn't dare to talk nonsense like you! When I absorb all your skills, when I absorb the entire Jianghu Li Zhige will kneel at my feet and prostrate himself as a vassal!"

Murong Fu laughed wildly, his tone was contemptuous, his eyes were full of disdain.

Is Qiao Feng strong?

Very strong!

Is the demon god Li Zhige strong?

Powerful and inhuman!

But Murong Fu will be stronger!

"By you?"

"Murong Fu, it's not that I underestimate you. Compared with your elder brother, you are not worthy to carry his shoes. Don't think that you can be invincible in the world if you get the secret book of Beiming magic art. As long as your elder brother is alive, you will never be able to beat him Guan, he is a natural moat that you will never be able to overcome in eternity!"

Qiao Feng sneered, stepped forward suddenly, pushed with both palms, turned into a dragon again, and grabbed Murong Fu's chest.

Murong Fu's eyes turned cold, his long hair broke through the hair crown, his eyes glowed with green light, and his whole body became evil. He mobilized his terrifying true energy, and pushed out with all his palm, smashing the dragon!

hold head high!

boom!

The two collided with each other, and houses collapsed in pieces.

With a loud bang, Qiao Feng transformed from a dragon body into a human body, flew upside down tens of meters, hit the ground hard, and made a deep hole in the ground, and couldn't stop vomiting blood.

"Help Master!"

A group of beggar gang disciples couldn't help exclaiming.

They had always regarded him as the God of War's guild leader, but he lost to that lunatic Murong Fu!

Qiao Feng vomited blood violently, and struggled several times to stand up, but he was injured too badly, several bones were broken all over his body, and even his internal organs showed signs of rupture, so he couldn't stand up from the ground at all.

Murong Fu did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, he stood stiffly on the spot, with traces of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, "Qiao Feng, Qiao Feng, I never thought you could hurt me, after all, I underestimated you. Your incarnation is The dragon technique was taught to you by Li Zhige, right?"

"However, you are only at this level, and you still cannot escape death today!"

As he said that, Murong Fu's eyes were cold, and he stepped towards Qiao Feng who was vomiting blood.

"Elder Song, Elder Xi, Elder Chen, Elder Wu, you lead people to hold Murong Fu back! Remember, even if you die, you still have to hold Murong Fu back. I will take the sect leader away to find the demon god Li Zhige. Now only Demon God Li Zhige can suppress Murong Fu!"

Quan Guanqing rolled his eyes quickly, and with a serious face, he directed to the elders beside him.

Elder Song nodded, "Master Quan, the leader of the gang is counting on you! We old bones, it is not a pity to die. You must take the leader of the gang and leave safely, and then find the demon god Li Zhige to avenge us."

After finishing speaking, Elder Song looked at the other elders, his blood was surging in his chest, "Brothers, the enemy is at hand, the life and death of the Beggar Clan is imminent, if you are not a coward, follow me to kill, stop Murong Fu, and buy time for the Clan Leader to leave! "

"Mu

Rong Fu, suffer death! "

Elder Song took the lead and rushed towards Murong Fu with a big saber in hand.

"kill!"

"Brothers, we are not cowards, let's kill together with Elder Song!"

Immediately, the black beggar gang disciples followed behind several elders, they gripped their bamboo sticks tightly, and rushed towards the evil Murong Fu without hesitation, even if they knew they were going to die, they would die generously.

Quan Guanqing mixed in the crowd, ran up to Qiao Feng, stretched out his hand to support Qiao Feng, and said eagerly, "Clan leader, while the brothers in the gang are entangled with Murong Fu, let's get out of here quickly."

Seeing one brother after another being sucked out of their skills and dying in the hands of Murong Fu, before they died, he shouted for the leader to leave, Qiao Feng, a mighty and high-spirited man, had bloodshot eyes, his eyes were stubborn, and he was struggling to get rid of Quan Guanqing, coldly. He said loudly, "Master Quan, I can't leave! As the leader of the gang, I can't watch my brothers die for me."

Quan Guanqing shook his head, and slashed at Qiao Feng's neck with a palm knife.

Picking up the unconscious Qiao Feng, Quan Guanqing looked back at the disciples and elders of the Beggar Clan who had fallen one after another, and ran towards the city gate as if a hot wheel was installed under his feet.

After half an hour, Luoyang City became quiet.

The disciples and elders of the Beggar Clan were all over the streets, and the whole Luoyang City was dead silent.

A martial arts expert walked up to Murong Fu, his eyes were terrified, and he said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, Qiao Feng, the leader of the Beggar Gang, has escaped, what should we do now?"

Murong Fu's eyes became even crazier. There was a green light in his eyes, and a cold and ferocious smile appeared on his face, "If he can run for a while, can he run for a lifetime? Come, follow me to raze the head of the Beggar Gang to the ground." .I want people in the world to know that if you don’t accept me, you will end up destroying your family and family!”

"The Beggar Gang is just the beginning!"

"Pull the Beggar Gang first, then destroy Shaolin, and then the whole rivers and lakes! Finally..."

Murong Fu didn't continue talking, he turned his head and looked towards the southeast, his green eyes were even more sinister.

Chapter 143 Where is Li Zhige?

The majestic Songshan Mountain will not fail Shaolin.

In the Daxiong Palace, under the watchful eyes of the Buddha, headed by Abbot Xuanci, more than a dozen eminent monks of the Xuanci generation are sending Qi to Qiao Feng and repairing his damaged internal organs.

After a while, Qiao Feng suddenly opened his eyes and roared angrily, "No! Murong Fu, why are you attacking Qiao, don't attack innocent people!"

"Feng'er, what happened, who beat you like this?"

"Is it Demon God Li Zhige?"

Qiao Feng's mentor, Xuan Ku, looked at his disciple with concern.

Next to him, an eminent monk of the Xuan generation said, "Most likely it is the demon god Li Zhige. With Gangzhu Qiao's martial arts, there are very few people in the world who can seriously injure him, and probably only the demon god Li Zhige has this ability."

Qiao Feng came back to his senses, turned his head to look at his mentor and a dozen or so Shaolin eminent monks of Xuanzi generation, his eyes were red, and he said in a deep voice, "Murong Fu, it's Murong Fu!"

As Qiao Feng explained the matter one by one, everyone in the Grand Hall fell silent.

Abbot Xuanci clasped his hands together, and said with a sad face, "Amitabha! In this way, Gusu Murongfu has fallen into the devil's way. Even the leader Qiao is not Murongfu's opponent. In the world, only the demon god Li Stop fighting?"

Qiao Feng nodded with a serious expression, "Now only brother can suppress and kill Murong Fu."

As he said that, Qiao Feng looked at his mentor Xuan Ku and Abbot Xuanci, and continued, "Master, Master Abbot, the Beggar Gang has been murdered by Murong Fu. With Murong Fu's temperament, he will probably be Anyone who will attack Shaolin, hurry up and evacuate the disciples in the temple."

Abbot Xuanci shook his head, his face became more miserable, and he said in a melancholy voice, "No way. Master Qiao, it's not because I don't want to evacuate the disciples in the temple, but because Shaolin's thousand-year-old temple has suffered from its reputation. Once we abandon the temple, how can we be worthy of it?" How can the patriarchs of all ages be worthy of the Buddha?"

Qiao Feng asked anxiously, "Master Abbot, you can't even keep people, so why stay in the temple?"

Xuanci thought for a while, then looked at Xuanku after pondering for a moment, "Junior Brother, you immediately take someone to pack the Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and then take the disciples to leave Shaolin after packing."

Xuan Ku didn't move, and asked Xuan Ci, "Brother, we're leaving, what should you do?"

Xuanci shook his head and sighed, "Junior brother, I can't leave. I am the abbot of Shaolin, even if I die, I will die inside the mountain gate, and live and die with Shaolin."

"No! I won't leave! I want to live and die with Shaolin!"

Xuan Ku firmly shook his head.

On the side, the rest of the senior monks of the Xuan generation also said, "Brother Abbot, we are all monks, are we the ones who are greedy for life and afraid of death? Even if we die, we will die inside the mountain gate and live and die with Shaolin. So Only then can we be worthy of the patriarchs of the past dynasties and the Buddha."

Seeing that none of the dozen or so eminent monks of the Xuan family wanted to leave, Qiao Feng became even more anxious.

Suddenly, a young monk interjected, "Master Abbot, elders, didn't Chief Qiao say that the Demon God Li Zhige can suppress Murong Fu? Why don't we hurry up and invite the Demon God Li Zhige to come to Shaolin?"

More than a dozen eminent monks of the Xuan generation came to their senses and turned to look at Qiao Feng.

Xuan Ku said directly, "Feng'er, Li Zhige is your brother-in-law. You can invite him. Presumably he won't just sit by and watch my Shaolin suffer such a catastrophe, and he won't just sit and watch the world suffer from such a catastrophe."

Qiao Feng smiled wryly and shook his head, "Master, it's not that I don't want to invite brother. It's just that brother's whereabouts are uncertain, and I don't know where he is. I'm afraid that Murong Fu will come to Shaolin before I can find him."

"Governor Qiao, even you don't know where the demon god Li Zhige is?"

Qiao Feng nodded, "I don't know."

"Amitabha! Could it be that my thousand-year-old temple in Shaolin deserves this catastrophe?"

Abbot Xuanci looked worried, and heaved a long sigh.

On the side, the rest of the monks sighed.

Where is the demon god Li Zhige?

At this moment, everyone was eager to know where the Demon God Li Zhige was. .five

In a small mountain on the outskirts of Bianliang City, a faint light illuminated the entire secret room, and also illuminated Li Zhige's resolute face.

In front of Li Zhige, there is a crystal clear gem.

Strangely enough, the gemstone glowed with a faint white light, and the light dispelled the darkness in the secret room.

The shining white light shone on Li Zhige's body, causing his body to slowly change.

Li Zhige focused his eyes, looked at the veins and veins in the gem with disheveled hair, his whole body was immersed in it, his hands were unconsciously gesticulating the mysterious trajectory, and a faint breeze rose in the secret room without airflow.

Outside the secret room, plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums guarded the stone gate anxiously, and couldn't help walking back and forth.

Looking at the leisurely girl with her legs crossed, Mei Jian couldn't hold back and said, "Hey, Your Majesty has been in for more than a month, he won't have any problems, right?"

Li Canghai turned his head back with a playful expression, "You are a loyal maid."

"But remember, I'm not called Hi. You should call me Mistress."

Mei Jian looked at Li Canghai anxiously, but didn't speak, just stared at her.

Li Canghai stroked the black hair on his ears and temples, and smiled at Mei Jian, "Don't worry, your lord is fine."

As he spoke, Li Canghai's eyes shone brightly, watching the multicolored light spots converging towards the secret room, he said to himself, "You have enlightened something extraordinary! Seizing the essence of the sun and the moon, invading the mysteries of heaven and earth, described in ancient books It should be your current state, right?"

Chapter 144

Shaolin Ancient Temple, in the Sutra Pavilion.

Dozens of eminent monks of the Xuan family looked at the young monks carrying the Buddhist scriptures, all with painful expressions on their faces.

Qiao Feng followed beside him, with infinite melancholy in his eyes.

It can be predicted that with the passage of time, the degree of Murong's relapse will also deepen, and his skill will also skyrocket accordingly.

He had never beaten Murong Fu before, and now the chances are even slimmer.

It's a pity that this ancient temple on the majestic Songshan Mountain will probably be burned.

Abbot Xuanci couldn't help turning his head back, and asked Qiao Feng, "Master Qiao, haven't you found the whereabouts of the demon god Li Zhige yet?"

Qiao Feng was not in a high mood and shook his head.

Brother, brother, where have you been?

Haven't you heard of the series of things that happened in Jianghu recently?

"Amitabha! I, Shaolin, should have this calamity, and the common people in the world should have this calamity!"

Xuanci's face was miserable, and his tone was desolate.

On the side, Xuan Ku said in a deep voice, "My Shaolin Temple was built in the Northern Wei Dynasty. It has been ups and downs for more than 500 years. What kind of disaster has not been encountered? Brother Abbot, and fellow brothers and sisters, you don't have to be so pessimistic. As long as we If we work together, we will surely survive this disaster."

However, the monks couldn't lift their emotions at all.

A monk of the Xuan generation shook his head dejectedly, and said to Xuan Ku, "Senior Brother Xuan Ku, this time is different. Even the leader Qiao lost to Murong Fu, and besides, Murong Fu and the demon god Li Zhige still practiced the same thing." Kung fu, his skill is skyrocketing all the time, even if we tie our Shaolin together, it will only increase his skill."

Xuan Ku's expression was stiff, his tone choked, and he said in a cold voice, "Could it be that the Beiming Divine Art is really so evil, without any weakness or flaw?"

Qiao Feng pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "There will be no martial arts without restrictions in the world. The same goes for Beiming Divine Art, there must be limitations or flaws. It's just that my brother is not here, so it's useless for us to speculate."

In the Sutra Pavilion, an old monk in gray robes and a stooped body was holding a broom.

The old monk was sweeping the floor, but strangely, he didn't seem to exist, and everyone didn't notice his existence.

Suddenly, the old monk stopped sweeping the floor, raised his cloudy eyes to look at the crowd, and said calmly, "Beiming Shengong is a unique skill of the Xiaoyao School. It was passed down from the founder of the school, Xiaoyaozi. One key point. Beiming Shengong regards the dantian qi sea as Beiming, and can continuously absorb other people's qi to fill its own dantian qi sea. The more zhenqi absorbed and stored, the deeper the skill will be."

Qiao Feng frowned, and asked subconsciously, "Senior, could it be that the Beiming Divine Art can absorb the true energy of others without limit? In this way, the more true energy Murong Fu absorbs, the deeper his inner strength will be. At that time, Could it be that no one can stop him?"

The rest of the monks also looked nervously at the sweeping old monk.

The old monk's eyes were cloudy, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he replied calmly, "The world is made up of rules. As long as it exists between the heavens and the earth, it must be restricted and bound by the rules. Beiming Divine Art Although powerful, the human body has limitations, unless the Murong Fu you are talking about can break through the limitations of the human body."

Qiao Feng was puzzled, and continued to ask, "Senior, what do you mean by that?"

Under the expectant eyes of everyone, the old monk replied, "Everyone's body and spirit have shackles and limits, but everyone's limits are different. Comparing the human body to a wooden barrel, when the wooden barrel is filled A certain amount of water can no longer hold it.”

"unless..."

Speaking of this place, the old monk's muddy eyes became brighter.