Lin Miao looked at Huijue and asked, "Huijue Monk, the Poison King is coming soon, what should we do?" Huijue pondered and closed his eyes: "The last poison cultivator has about tens of thousands of years of cultivation, and I am afraid that he has already been promoted to a priesthood. However, I don't know how to be trained as an evil poison. The two little donors, the final poison cultivator is extremely vicious and must not be left in the world. In the next moment, the two little donors must follow me and act according to my plan?"

Mu Wushuang naturally agreed: "That's for sure, we are all sent by the monk." Lin Miao stepped forward and asked: "Monster, what are we doing now?" Huijue smiled faintly and said: "Just talk to me - Junior Brother Huikong liked the fun during his lifetime, so we should not be too deserted. Amitabha." Mu Wushuang asked with some concern: "But this will affect the monk's casting of spells?"

Huijue shook her head slightly and said, "Of course not. I have the technique of three-purpose use, which is not hindering. Good and good." Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao looked at each other and nodded in admiration. Huijue looked at Lin Miao carefully, nodded with relief and said, "No one in the world can surpass his martial arts talent! I'm afraid it can be called a shock to ancient times and the present. Even Mu Xiaofu is hard to match! I dare to ask who the little donor is? "

Lin Miao replied respectfully, "I'm not hiding the monk, Lin Miao's martial arts are self-educating. The only reference is the book "Niu Li Divine Art" given to me by my teacher." Huijue was energetic and asked with interest: "What is this "Niu Li Divine Art"? Can the donor Lin Xiao demonstrate it?" Lin Miao nodded and instantly used his internal skills. The dust under his feet was blown up by Lin Miao's storm and scattered.

Huijue was slightly stunned, then shook her head in surprise and said, "Little donor, as far as I know, this is not a Niu Li Divine Art." Lin Miao looked at Huijue and asked, "Does the monk recognize this skill?" Huijue nodded, took a deep breath and lowered her eyes: "Yang Yuan shook the sky, the strong wind hit the ground, and all the skills are not broken, and the energy is absorbed by the divine breath-Lin Xiaofu, this skill is nothing else, it is the hundred-descendant sutra of senior Bu Yunqu (Bu Helai)!"

Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao were both stunned. Lin Miao was stunned for a moment before muttering, "Can my teacher really be the disciple of Mr. Bu Yunqu?" Huijue recited the Buddha's name and said, "I'm brave enough to ask who is the donor Lin's master?" Lin Miao bowed and said, "Go back to the monk, Lin Miao's teacher said that I was despised and refused to be my master, and only said I was my husband, so Lin Miao has always been called a teacher. My teacher... is a scoundrel, about forty years." Huijue nodded and asked, "So that's what it is. How could the little donor's teacher be the martial arts of Senior Bu Yunqu?"

Lin Miao scratched his head and replied, "The monk is really not invisible. Although my teacher knows no martial arts skills, he has the ability to copy quickly. A thousand-word copy can be copied in just one stick of incense. He once helped a martial arts family copy a martial arts book and recorded the martial arts he was interested in. Mr. Bu's Baina Heavenly Sutra happened to be recorded by him."

Huijue smiled and said, "I probably understand. I think the one who went to was not another family, but the Zhang family in Luoyang. Senior Bu Yunqu happened to be a distant relative of the Zhang family in Luoyang. It is not surprising that the Zhang family has a hundred-descendant. Amitabha, I didn't expect that although Senior Bu had never accepted a formal disciple, his peerless magical skills were found by chance. He found a good successor! Good, good."

Lin Miao said thoughtfully: "No wonder the teacher calls himself the disciple of Mr. Bu. So that's how it is... He is really thick-skinned!" Huijue smiled slightly, and Lin Miao raised his head and used a move of Gangling finger and asked, "Huijue God Monk, is there any difference between this Gangling finger and the butterfly flower finger of Ghost Grandma?" Huijue smiled and looked into the distance: "Gangling finger, it is condensed but not dispersed. Its power is the same as before, but its power is limited by its own internal strength; the butterfly flower finger is wandering and it is extremely difficult to prevent. It has the greatest power within thirty steps, and its power decreases beyond thirty steps, but it can accumulate but not emit."

Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao both nodded. At this time, Huijue suddenly pressed his eyebrows and whispered: "Here is here!" Mu Wushuang immediately raised his sword and Lin Miao also closed his palms. Huijue said with a serious expression: "Little donor Lin, your strength is martial arts. Don't use your own shortcomings to attack others' strengths." Lin Miao put down his hands and asked, "Then what should I do? Please tell the monk!"

Before Huijue could speak, a dragon roar came from the well, and the clouds rolled in the sky, and the wind and thunder were trembling. Huijue said with a tight expression: "Has he actually cultivated into a dragon? This is so troublesome! Good, good." Mu Wushuang looked at the well and asked: "What should we do if the monk, what should we do?" Huijue shook his head and put his left palm in front of him and said: "The dragon is not like an ordinary thing. Although he is not a real dragon in the Nine Heavens, he also has wind and thunder... There is no way, I have to ask the Dragon Arhat Venerable to help us subdue the Dragon Demon! Amitabha Buddha."

Lin Miao said nervously, "What about after asking for the gods? The monk will not... like the monk Huikong, right?" Huijue didn't say anything, and slowly recited the Buddhist scriptures. A ball of Buddha light slowly appeared behind Huijue. Lin Miao naturally understood Huijue's meaning, and immediately narrowed his eyes and shouted, "Monster, I offended you!" After that, Lin Miao pointed Huijue's acupoints.

Huijue looked at Lin Miao with a look of surprise and said, "You...you kid, alas..." Lin Miao took Huijue aside. At this time, a black dragon rushed out of the wellhead. The cold light of the Juluo sword in Mu Wushuang's hand flashed and directly crossed the black dragon's body. The black dragon roared angrily, and his body twisted for a few times, and rushed into the air at a rapid speed.

Lin Miao put Huijue aside, ran to Mu Wushuang and asked, "Mu Tou, how about Mu?" Mu Wushuang said with a tweet, "Dragon Soul, it's really amazing. Ju Luojian slashed over him with one sword, and there was no trace of it!" Lin Miao looked at the black dragon circling above his head and whispered, "That is to say, he didn't hurt him just now, but instead angered him? It's not good." Mu Wushuang nodded and had no time to speak, a ball of white mist suddenly spurted out of the black dragon's mouth.

Mu Wushuang and Lin Miao hurriedly hid aside, and the place where the white mist fell into the ground suddenly turned into scorched earth. Mu Wushuang stared at the black dragon and said, "This guy's poison gas is so powerful, it's all over it if it falls on his body!" Lin Miao took a step suddenly, pinched the galloping horse reincarnation talisman drawn by Mu Wushuang and said, "Mu Tou, it would be great if you have the power of the junior uncle!" Then Lin Miao bounced his fingers and threw the paper talisman at the black dragon.

When the paper talisman touched the black dragon's body, it immediately turned into a ball of fire. The black dragon roared again, and more white mist sprayed towards Lin Miao like a tide. After Lin Miao easily avoided the white mist, he immediately raised his hands, and countless white lights of the Gangling fingers hit the head of the black dragon almost at the same time.
Chapter completed!