Volume 2: Earthly Experience Chapter 60 Breaking into the Sutra Library
Regardless of how fierce the fight was outside, on the third floor of the Sutra Library, a ghostly figure slowly floated in.
The third floor of the Sutra Repository appears very empty. In the center of the third floor, there is a wooden box made of rosewood. Bursts of golden light flicker outside the box, and a sense of sacredness is looming.
"Is this the relic?"
Wang Bing looked at the box in front of him, but there was no surprise on his face.
Because he could feel that in the corner of this floor, there were two Dharma protectors sitting!
But what is certain is that these two are not as strong as the two they met downstairs just now, which made Wang Bing feel relieved.
"You two, since you let me in, it won't be a big deal for me to sit here any longer!" Wang Bing said to the two people in the shadows.
The two King Kongs in the shadows were still sitting in the corner, seemingly with no intention of standing up.
Seeing this, Wang Bing took a step forward and began to walk towards the wooden treasure box in the center of the attic.
But before he had taken a few steps, a series of array patterns made of Sanskrit suddenly appeared on the surrounding walls.
In an instant, a vast Buddha light shone in all directions, illuminating the entire dark attic.
At this time, Wang Bing also saw clearly the two monks sitting in the corner. Both of them had long yellow scarves covering their eyes, like two arhat statues.
Wang Bing calmed himself down, took another step and walked towards the wooden box.
Five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters, one meter!
At this moment, Wang Bing was only one step away from the treasure box where the relics were placed. He suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the wooden box, and suddenly a golden light flashed on his right!
Bang!
A huge golden hand grabbed Wang Bing's right wrist. Before Wang Bing could react, a golden light burst out from his left side again.
Arhat Fist!
The fist inlaid with gold foil came towards Wang Bing's head with a domineering gust of wind.
So fast!
There was a flash of astonishment in Wang Bing's eyes. The monk who had been sitting there just now had actually attacked him.
These two monks who look very similar in appearance actually cooperate so well .
One of them restrained Wang Bing's movements, and the other took the opportunity to attack. There was no verbal communication, let alone eye contact.
These two are blindfolded!
Wang Bing thought to himself that it was not good. He underestimated these two this time. If these two blindfolded men were to fight one-on-one, they might not be as strong as the two outside.
But if these two could reach a state of telepathy...
That would be very tricky.
The witch energy on Wang Bing's body suddenly spread out in all directions, and a huge force instantly filled his arms.
Powerful spirit! Speedy spirit!
After attaching the two elves directly to his body, Wang Bing shook his right arm violently, and after breaking his arm free from the hand of the Vajra on the left, he slightly bent his left palm to block the monk's fist attacking from the left, and pulled his right fist slightly back.
He suddenly gathered a jet of inky black energy in his right fist and punched the monk's Dan Zhong acupoint.
The extremely fast punching speed meant that the blindfolded monk had no time to retract his fist, and he subconsciously dodged to the right. However, in front of him, Wang Bing turned into a ripple and disappeared in front of the monk.
That punch just now was actually a feint.
Bang!
Before he could come to his senses, his chest felt like it was hit hard by a sledgehammer, and the pain instantly spread to his limbs.
Immediately afterwards, a huge force knocked it flying and hit the wall of the Sutra Library that was covered with Sanskrit.
Bang!
There was no scene like the imagined one with smoke and flying gravel. The blindfolded monk bumped into the Sanskrit characters, making a metallic collision sound, and then half-knelt on the ground.
"Has the wall been strengthened by Sanskrit? And, what a domineering golden bell cover ..." Wang Bing shook his aching fist, his expression looking a little solemn.
The monk's golden bell cover was so solid that it seemed as if his entire body was made of metal.
It's not that the King of Golden Bell has never seen this kind of body-protecting technique before. Many people have practiced it to the point where they are invulnerable to swords and guns, which is enough. But who would have the chutzpah to practice this technique to the point where they can be comparable to those of a body cultivator?
It didn't matter that he was stunned for a moment. Just as Wang Bing was still sighing, a strong gust of wind came from behind him again.
Wang Bing suddenly lowered his body to let the strong wind pass through his back. At this moment, Wang Bing pressed his hands on the ground, exerted force on his lower limbs, kicked up his legs, and kicked towards the jaw of the blindfolded monk behind him.
Bang!
The kick, which was filled with magical energy, hit the blindfolded monk right on the jaw, causing him to involuntarily step back several steps and distance himself from Wang Bing.
"Oh my god...I finally understand!"
Wang Bing turned his numb ankle and muttered, "It seems that the two outside are responsible for attacking, and you two are responsible for defense!"
I just kicked this monk. Regardless of whether he was hurt or not, Wang Bing's ankle is numb now.
It’s so fucking hard!
Swish!
Behind Wang Bing, the blindfolded monk who was originally knocked away by Wang Bing also stood up, as if nothing had happened, and prepared to attack again.
"grass!"
Wang Bing cursed. Now Wang Bing suddenly felt that it would be nice to have a good weapon...
Facing these two strong monks, I'm afraid ordinary punches and kicks will not be able to hurt them.
It seems there is no other way...
At this moment, the Wu Qi in Wang Bing's arms began to change from gas to liquid.
Tick!
A drop of water like ink slowly dripped onto the floor, followed by the second drop and the third drop.
As more and more "ink" dripped onto the floor, the originally red-painted wooden floor was covered with a thick layer of ink!
The mystery of painting and calligraphy!
Gurgle!
The next moment, bubbles began to appear one after another on the black ink, as if something was about to emerge from it.
This move was actually inspired by Zhang Lingyu's Beijing Cangtan!
However, compared to Zhang Lingyu's Yin Wu Lei's Northern Border Cang Tan, which is like a domain-level AOE ultimate move, Wang Bing's Han Mo's You is...
whoosh!
A black shadow suddenly rushed out from the ink and shot towards the blindfolded monk on the left.
When the blindfolded monk on Wang Bing's right saw this and was about to step forward to help, his feet were instantly entangled by something.
It was a bunch of thorny vines, some as thick as an adult's arm, which bound the monk's lower body tightly.
Bang!
A crisp sound came from Wang Bing's left side. It was made by the blindfolded monk on the other side when he knocked the black shadow away.
The black shadow just spun in the air and landed steadily on the ground. It was a black wolf with a body that looked like it had been waxed.
"Well...it seems that the wolf cub can't shake you, so...how about this!"
Gurgle!
The ink on the ground began to boil again, and this time the area of the bubbles was larger than before, as if a bigger guy was about to walk out of the pool.
"Moo!"
