"The evil done by heaven can still be forgiven, but the evil done by oneself cannot survive"!

The old monk slapped his hand. Before his palm arrived, the energy had arrived. The energy falling from the sky covered the sky and pressed down. The rumbling sound was like thunder in the sky, suppressing it down.

Nalan Zijian pulled back when the old monk took the third step, and waited for his palm to barely avoid it.

The invisible palm force hit the earth, leaving behind a tangible palm print with a diameter of several meters. The air waves brought by the strong wind brought snowflakes to splash, and the remaining power of the palm force was still there, forcing Nalan Zijian to shoot back several feet.

"It is indeed extraordinary and fast enough to be close to the energy of heaven and earth." The old monk was not slow and walked forward, one step at a time, and two steps were almost over to Nalan Zijian.

Without getting closer, the palm bent into claws, and the void was protruded out, and the invisible energy condensed into a tangible palm to grab Nalan Zijian's neck.

Nalan Zijian's figure was still regressing, feeling the sudden rise of killing chicken, and his feet were staggering and exerting force on the wind. But no matter how fast he was, the invisible palm still stayed in front of his neck, following him like a shadow.

The old monk moved forward with one hand and twisted the Buddhist beads with the other hand, and walked forward.

One advances and one retreats, one forward and one behind, one wanders idle in the garden, one is in a mess, and a strong wind blows in front of the solemn pagoda, and the tiger roars and the wind roars.

The old monk smiled, "very fast"! "But it's not fast enough"! As soon as he finished speaking, his five fingers stretched out, and he was as angry as a dragon.

The dragon is like lightning, wrapping around the invisible palms arrive in an instant, melting into the invisible big hand.

Nalan Zijian's neck tightened, and the qi was blocked, and his throat was locked.

The old monk was solemn in treasure. His five fingers slowly clasped them and said lightly: "I forgot my ancestors for several purposes and corrupted my foundation. As a family of aristocratic families, I have to dig out the ancestral graves of the aristocratic families. If you can't go to the Western Paradise, I will send you to meet the ancestors of the Nalan family and let them teach you the unworthy descendants of the Nalan family."

Nalan Zijian couldn't breathe, his face turned pale, he grabbed the neck with both hands and tightly held the invisible big hand. The qi in his body surged like a big river, flowing upward along the Dantian, while accelerating the speed of regression, repeatedly impacting the empty big hand condensed by the qi.

"I have said a long time ago that Buddha saves people who are destined to be. You do not have the Vajra body of Lu Shanmin, nor do you have experienced countless hardships of life and death, but you just want to steal the fortune of heaven. How small a man is to heaven, how ridiculous it is to act against the heaven with a little cleverness."

Nalan Zijian forced himself to lift the invisible palm on his neck, "It's a Buddha, a heaven, are you a monk or a Taoist priest?"

"The "Laozi's Sutra of Transforming Hu" and "Daozang" both record that Laozi went west to Hangu Pass to transform Hu into Buddha, and Buddha and Taoism were originally one family."

"Buddhist believers actually used two false scriptures to argue. If the Buddha really opened his eyes, he would have to slap your butt."

"My heart is my Buddha, and my Buddha saves sentient beings."

Nalan Zijian's face was already purple, his hands were brimming with blue veins, and he looked like a dragon under his fair white skin.

"Shameless, really shameless"!

The old monk smiled slightly, took one step forward, stirring up thousands of snow, which was close to Nalan Zijian's I. When his five fingers were closed, he would crush Nalan Zijian's throat.

However, when he pinched it, his hands were empty.

At the critical moment, Nalan Zijian broke free from the old monk's shackles, and the powerful and exciting aura suddenly rose again. His palms appeared in his hand and hit the old monk's chest. The cold aura penetrated into the old monk's chest and killed him wantonly.

The old monk let out a "huh" sound, took two steps back, and made a Fo seal with one hand, trying to block and strangle the invading qi, but the qi was dodging like a spiritual intelligence, going straight into the qi sea, and mixing into his own internal qi and tangling and merging.

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After succeeding, he retreated more than a meter. Nalan Zijian did not make any move and retreated several feet away from the old monk's counterattack range.

The old monk did not pursue the first time, and while looking inward to find the air-conditioning machine that was like a muddy bull, he said lightly:

"Inner martial arts, when you absorb qi into your body, you are practicing to get close to the qi of heaven and earth. The higher the realm, the closer you will naturally get close to the qi of heaven and earth. You are just a higher starting point and more skillful in controlling the qi. How did you escape?"

Nalan Zijian took two deep breaths, looked at the old monk with his waist, "Old bald donkey, what is it? Do you have the innate talent to be blinded with the spirit of heaven and earth?" "If you don't, don't be self-righteous and blind pussy."

The old monk smiled, "It seems that you have a breakthrough in your original talent."

Nalan Zijian waved his hand, "I understand it, but understanding means understanding it means understanding the old things that already exist. I am creating and creating new things that have never been seen before. Just like I want to transform you old families and create a brand new family."

"Creation"? The old monk raised his hand and stroked his eyebrows hanging on his cheeks, squinted his eyes and asked, "This is your way"?

"Tell me the truth"? "Only you guardians keep talking, the so-called Tao is nothing more than picking up people's wisdom. If you want to do things, you will do things that no one has done before, and if you want to live, you must live differently from others."

The old monk smiled and said, "Shameless, you are the real shameless."

Nalan Zijian laughed, "No, you treat yourself as a Buddha, you are more shameless than me."

The old monk shook his head, "No, you don't care about Buddha, you are more shameless than me."

"No, you are wearing a cassock, but you are not distinguished from Buddhism and Taoism, and are inappropriate. You are like a personal monster, and you are more shameless than me."

"No, if you don't even admit the Tao, you should be even more shameless."

"Hey, I think you are more shameless."

"Oh, I think you are shameless a little more."

"No, you are old, it's better to let you have a little more."

"No, you are so shameless when you are so young, and you will definitely be even more shameless than me in the future."

"By the way, you admit that you are shameless than me."

The old monk was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "What an interesting young man."

Nalan Zijian rolled up his sleeves and leaned over and asked, "Did you figure it out?"

"After the internal energy is released, you are in the qi of heaven and earth, and are infected by the qi of heaven and earth, and have recovered some of the original nature of being out of nature. In addition, you deliberately mobilize the surrounding qi of heaven and earth to assimilate it, so that the internal energy that I released outside has the nature of heaven and earth. You are born to be blinded with the qi of heaven and earth, and then you escaped. But I am very curious, how did you tear it apart?"

Nalan Zijian gave a thumbs up, "It seems that you are not completely confused yet, but since it is a new thing created by this young master, you don't understand it even if you say it."

The old monk nodded, "Many things cannot be understood without being put in their own way, and this is even more so in the martial arts path. It seems that your talent is a little stronger than I imagined."

"Just one point"? "Old monk, you are shameless again."

"The invisible power of internal energy and external release is limited to your lethality, but how should you deal with the tangible power?" The old monk smiled and his thumb pressed on the hanging beads on his chest, "How many of these nineteen beads do you think you can catch"?

Nalan Zijian tilted his mouth, "Old monk, you really act shamelessly to the fullest. I have empty hands, you actually want to use weapons to deal with me."

The old monk stepped out in one step.

"Wait"! Nalan Zijian raised his hand to stop him.

The old monk sang Amitabha, "Little donor, do you have any last words?"

Nalan Zijian laughed and said, "This is exactly what I want to say to you. Do you have any last words to say to your son?" As he said that, he frowned and asked and answered, "No, your son should have died long ago."

"Then do you want to say to your grandson?"

"Well, it's not right. You just said that you have been practicing for hundreds of years, and your grandchildren should have been shaved long ago."

The old monk's compassionate eyes showed a murderous intent for the first time, "Are you finished speaking?"

"etc".

The old monk smiled, "There are only you and me within a radius of dozens of miles. Sooner or later, I will die. What's the point of delaying for a few more minutes?"

"Hey, the dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know the good people's hearts. I want you to live a little longer."

The old monk shook his head and took another step forward, "I spent most of my life practicing alone, and I don't care about this minute or two."

"Wait"! Nalan Zijian once again raised his hand to stop him.

The old monk looked at Nalan Zijian with a smile, "I thought Lu Shanmin would have a shocking and soul-stirring battle with him when he came back from Lu Bugui, but he didn't expect to meet you, an interesting boy."

Nalan Zijian smiled slightly, "I want to tell you all my trump cards so that you can be mentally prepared so that you won't be delayed by asking questions again in a while."

"Oh, is that?" "Then tell me, what new things do you have besides the trick just now?"

Nalan Zijian narrowed his eyes and said, "Of course there is such an unprecedented talent. It would be a waste of talent to not research and develop a few unique tricks."

The old monk pinched a bead and said lightly: "You are right. Such an unprecedented thing is worth waiting for a few more minutes."

Nalan Zijian smiled and said, "Do you feel that the internal energy I hit you just now is a little different?"

The old monk smiled, "It's really different. If it were someone else, the chances of the qi you just injected into my body were excreted out of the body as soon as possible. But even if it is not ruled out, it doesn't matter. It's just taking more time. During the time you and I talk, I have strangled and assimilated him into my own internal energy."

"Look, I'm shameless again." Nalan Zijian said, "If it's so easy to be assimilated by you, will I give you so much time to assimilate it?"

The old monk smiled, "That's because you used the energy to tear open my invisible hand and needed to regulate your breath."

Nalan Zijian looked at the old monk with a sympathetic expression, "To be honest, it is a hidden arrow, the undercover agent I implanted into your body. I remind you, you must be careful. When you and I fight fiercely, don't let me seize the opportunity to mobilize it to retaliate against you."

The old monk smiled and shook his head and said, "You can only transform into qi in half step, and you can barely release internal qi outside. You can't transform external qi. How can you control the qi outside the body, let alone the qi inside my body, which is simply a fantasy."

Nalan Zijian sighed, "You are kind-hearted and thoughtful. Although you are in the Qi Transformation Realm and have a deep understanding of martial arts, just like how I just tore open the hole to escape, don't you understand it? It's a truth, if you don't understand it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

The old monk was solemn and looked calm. He secretly mobilized his inner breath to search for the cold aura again, but did not notice any trace.

Nalan Zijian stared at the old monk with wide eyes and asked with a smile: "Right, isn't it a little different from usual?"

The old monk pointed at Nalan Zijian with a smile, "You little sloppy, you have such a bad psychological warfare, do you think you can deceive me?"
Chapter completed!