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Chapter 692 Difficult to enter (second update)

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    Dayun's masters will arrive soon.

    As the guards of Prince Ming's Mansion, they will have to withstand the impact of a violent storm. Can they bear it?

    It is impossible to let them withdraw at this time.

    This is not only a serious setback to their confidence, but also a serious setback to their reputation. Once the reputation of being greedy for life and fear of death is heard, it will be difficult to turn around.

    So the most important thing is to improve their strength.

    They are already great masters, and it is not so easy to go further, so give this formation a try.

    This is the result of his fusion of all the essence of formations so far, as well as his deep understanding of the laws of the world.

    He felt that his formation was not inferior to that of the three Wuji Sect brothers, and even better.

    As long as they can master it, they will be able to cope with this violent assassination, and at the worst, they will be able to retreat unscathed.

    "Bang bang bang bang" The muffled sound was endless.

    They kept attacking madly, wanting to break through Fakong's defense. As for the fear of hurting Fakong, they definitely didn't have it.  .

    They knew that even if the four of them mastered the formation, even if they tried their best and performed supernormally, it would still be impossible to hurt him.

    Fakong turned into four shadows to entangle with them, and a voice rang out: "Too weak! Too weak!"

    The four shadows are like four people, not speaking at the same time, but one sentence after another, as if echoing in the valley.

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    Xu Qingluo and the others gritted their teeth and tried their best.

    "Bang bang bang bang!" The four shadows suddenly sent Xu Qingluo and the others flying, and then suddenly merged in the middle, condensing into one shadow, revealing Fakong's real body.

    He looked lazily at the four people who were staggering back, and shook his head: "No, you lack a kind of strength."

    "What power?" Chu Ling asked.

    Xu Qingluo said softly: "Is it desperately ruthless?"

    Fakong nodded: "When you did it, there was no sense of tension that your life was at stake, and it was either you or me, and you couldn't arouse the ruthlessness in your bones."

    This is the ruthlessness that comes from the bones, so that you can truly stimulate yourself and unleash your potential.

    Without this ruthlessness, the potential cannot be stimulated.

    In this way, no matter how many times you practice, no matter how much you fight against each other, you can't really touch the limit and stimulate your potential.

    "So" Chu Ling frowned and said, "Isn't this what we want to have? We haven't encountered such a situation."

    Farkon nodded.

    Chu Ling's words are not wrong, this kind of ruthlessness is really not something you want to have, it needs to be stimulated by real situations.

    They have been going smoothly and have not really encountered any danger.

    And even if you encounter danger, you are sure in your heart, knowing that you will save them, so you don't rush.

    "Master, is there any trouble?" Xu Qingluo asked.

    Fakong summoned them directly, empowered them with formations, and then exchanged ideas in one go, without allowing them to ask more questions.

    Xu Qingluo had already thought about it a long time ago, but she had been resisting asking more questions, and now she finally couldn't help asking.

    Fakong said: "Dayun's revenge is coming."

    "Dayun Assassin?" Zhou Yang smiled and said, "Uncle, although Dayun Assassin is powerful, it is not as fierce as we imagined. We can handle it."

    Especially now that Zhu Ni's cultivation base has improved greatly, the sound killing technique is even more earth-shattering, almost invincible.

    No matter how many big cloud masters and assassins come, it will not help.

    Fakong said: "This time is different, you can't handle it."

    "Then we?" Xu Qingluo frowned and said, "Master, we can't withdraw, we can only hold on?"

    Fakong nodded slowly.

    Xu Qingluo said: "If we practice this formation well, will we be able to hold it?"

    Fakong continued to nod.

    Xu Qingluo looked at the other three.

    "Come again!" Chu Ling snorted.

    They had a tacit understanding. When Chu Ling spoke, she had already signaled with her eyes. As soon as she finished speaking, the four of them rushed to Fakong at the same time, almost a sneak attack.

    Fakong turned into four shadows and continued to defend¡ª¡ª

    In the evening, Fakong was having dinner with the crowd, when he suddenly raised his head and glanced to the north, his eyes flashed a golden glow.

    He put down his chopsticks: "Eat first, I'll go."

      "Master is going to Tianjing?" Xu Qingluo hurriedly asked.

    She said with concern: "Could it be that something happened to Prince Yi?"

    Fakong said: "It's not Prince Yi, it's Yuande Divine Monk who came to look for me."

    He glanced at the crowd: "Lin Feiyang, Fu Qinghe, you two join forces to deal with the formation of the four of them, and punish them severely. No mercy."

    "Yes." Lin Feiyang's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Don't worry, abbot, I will take good care of them!"

    He grinned cruelly: "Little Qingluo, I want you to know that fighting with others is a life-and-death crisis, and it's not a joke."

    "Uncle Lin." Xu Qingluo smiled lightly: "We also want you to know what a real formation is!"

    "Hey, that's great!" Lin Feiyang sneered.

    Xu Qingluo and the others also sneered.

    Fanning shook his head incessantly.

    All of them are as serious as they are, but they are afraid that they will still be soft when they strike, and they won't be able to strike hard.

    Fu Qinghe looked at Fakong.

    Fakong said: "Death hands, there is Shenshui here, it's hard to die, as long as you don't directly behead their heads, it doesn't matter."

    "Yes." Fu Qinghe nodded solemnly.

    Chu Ling snorted.

    She sensed danger.

    Fu Qinghe is different from Lin Feiyang.

    Lin Feiyang spoke fiercely, but when he acted, he was soft-handed, and he couldn't really kill him.

    Fu Qinghe is different.

    He was taciturn, didn't say a single harsh word, but made a deadly move.

    When Monk Fakong said this, Fu Qinghe would never hold back, he would really kill him.

    Fakong got up and took out the sherpa from his sleeve, wiped the corner of his mouth lightly, and then disappeared without a trace.

    The next moment has already appeared in Yongkong Temple.

    Outside Yongkong Temple, Yuande Divine Monk has already appeared outside the door.

    He is dressed in a bright yellow monk robe, slender and handsome. The monk robe does not look loose and bloated on him, but looks plump and handsome, extraordinary.

    With one hand on his back, he stood quietly in front of the temple and looked at Yongkong Temple, his expression was solemn and calm, his eyes flashed like lightning.

    This is to condense the Gang Qi in the whole body to the extreme, and it is completely concentrated in the eyes, and the eyes are like lightning.

    He wants to see through Yongkong Temple with his divine eyes.

    However, Yongkong Temple was blocked by an invisible force, so standing so close, there was no way to see the reality, and it felt like a vast expanse.

    His heart was awe-inspiring.

    Originally, I thought that I couldn't see clearly from a distance, because the distance was too far, or there were other arrangements for this Yongkong Temple, or there were some treasures guarding it.

    Now standing up close and looking at it, the feeling is completely different.

    He felt as if he was in a fog, and he didn't know where he was, and he was about to lose himself.

    The more he looked, the more confused he became, and the deeper he fell.

    In a trance, I seem to be in a thick fog, surrounded by fog, no sense of direction, no sense of direction, no difference between up and down.

    He desperately wanted to break through the thick fog, but he couldn't break through, instead he was getting closer and closer to the fog.

    He tried his best to push the mind of Damiaolian Temple to the extreme, and his whole body exuded a hazy white light.

    Concentrating on the spiritual sense of the soul, walking slowly step by step, suddenly a light flashed in front of his eyes, and he found that he had appeared a hundred meters away.

    Before I knew it, I had already left the gate of the temple a hundred meters away.

    With a solemn face, he stood in the same place and pondered for a moment, then turned around and came to the gate of the temple, and came under the temple plaque.

    This time, he didn't have the feeling of the thick fog locking the world last time.

    Sure enough, as I expected, the more I stimulate my cultivation base, the stronger the countermeasures will be. If I stop my cultivation base, there will be no hindrance.

    But when he reached out to touch the brass knocker of the temple gate, his vision blurred.

    ps: The update is complete.
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