Chapter 429 Means (Third Shift)

King An said coldly: "Master Fa Xiang wants to give me the heart of Asura?"

Dharma Xianghe made a salute, shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the poor monk is here to persuade His Highness to give up practicing Asura magic."

"Give up? Why did this king give up?" King An said coldly: "This king has advanced very quickly in cultivation, and it is just the magical skill suitable for me to practice!"

"The poor monk has also practiced Asura's magical skills, but it has been abolished." Dharma Xiang said in a deep voice: "Your Highness has not convinced Asura's heart, and the pain is unbearable when practicing, like the pain of a thousand cuts. The poor monk has also experienced Pass."

Wang An's expression relaxed.

Practicing Asura's magical skills progresses very quickly, but how many people know how painful it is to practice?

Those who know Asura's magical skills often know the pain of cultivation, but this kind of pain cannot be experienced just by talking about it, and they will never know how painful it is!

Fa Xiang had practiced Asura's magical skills before, so he naturally had a deep understanding of it, which made King An feel a little familiar.

But soon he put aside this feeling of warmth, and said coldly: "Why did the master abolish the Asura magic?"

Faxiang sighed: "This skill is advancing rapidly, and the feeling of speed and strength is addictive, but it will soon reach the limit. No matter how hard you practice, it is useless. If you want to make progress, you have to kill people. Otherwise, martial arts will not advance but retreat. !"

"Huh—?" Wang An frowned.

Dharma reconciled tithes, and sighed: "Your Highness, poor monks and monks don't tell lies. Asura's magical skills have reached the late stage, and the only thought in his mind is to kill, and he won't think about other things. If he doesn't kill people every day, he will feel as if he has not eaten, and his whole body is anxious. Uneasy, unable to hold on to myself!"

An Wang frowned at him.

Faxiang said in a deep voice: "Relying on the suppression of Buddhism and the blessings of the seniors in the temple, the poor monk still can't get rid of the thought of killing. He can only abolish his martial arts. Although the prince has Xu Ning around him, he can't suppress the killing!...The prince is now only I feel anxious and want to kill, but I can still restrain myself, but when my skills get better, my lord will become a monster who only knows how to kill,...Your lord is born noble and has everything, why pay such a price?"

King An was silent.

Fa Xiang continued to persuade: "The poor monk said one more word that violated the rules. If the prince is interested in that position, he must not continue to practice... Alas, with the emperor's wisdom, how could he not know the harm of Asura's magical power, but he did not stop the prince?" ..."

He said shaking his head and sighing.

Wang An's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "Master has taken care of too much!"

"Yes, the poor monk is talking too much." Fa Xiang paid a tithe: "Our temple is for the sake of the common people in the world, and we can't bear to cause too many killings, so I came to persuade His Highness to give up practicing Asura magic. For the sake of myself, I can't continue to practice, otherwise, all the glory and wealth I had before, such as flowers and beauties, grand plans and great achievements, will all be like flowers in a mirror and the moon in the water, all will be wiped out!"

"What if I don't give up?" Wang An said.

He looked calm, as if he hadn't heard Fa Xiang's words.

He glanced at Chu Li, who was smiling but not smiling, and his heart grew more resentful, but his original intention to retreat became more determined.

If you can't get rid of Chu Li, what's the point of being a prince? If you kill someone, you can kill him. At most, you can just abolish your martial arts at that time.

"Alas..." Faxiang shook his head and sighed, took out the Asura Heart like a small black stone from his bosom, and handed it to King An: "Your Highness should know this thing, and I will give it to His Highness from our temple."

"What are the conditions?" Wang An asked.

Faxiang shook his head and paid a tithe: "If your highness really can't let go of Asura's magical power, please use this."

"I don't need it." Wang An said coldly: "My cultivation is advancing rapidly, and I will soon reach the level of Asura's heart. Why take the risk and accept this? It's a narrow escape!"

Faxiang said: "Don't worry, Your Highness, the two poor monks can use secret techniques to help Your Highness absorb the heart of Asura safely."

"Is there such a secret technique?" Wang An frowned.

The law is consistent with the tithe, so I won't say more.

Wang An looked at Xu Ning.

Xu Ning said indifferently: "Your Highness, this secret technique is not dangerous, because this secret technique will restrain Your Highness's whole body in Asura's heart."

"What do you mean?" Wang An frowned.

Xu Ning said: "Your Highness's cultivation has turned into flowing water, and he has to practice again, just like the Dharma!"

"What?!" An Wangjun's face darkened, his eyes swept across Faxiang like a blade.

"Amitabha..." Faxiang Heshi proclaimed the Buddha's name, and sighed: "Xu Ning, you are cultivating his mind connection!"

"Exactly." Xu Ning said calmly: "Faxiang, I can see your method clearly. The prince will not be fooled. The huge sect of Daleiyin Temple uses such ghostly methods, and the Buddhist sect is pure. Earth, it's getting worse and worse!"

Dharma Xiang sighed: "Becoming a Buddha also requires convenient methods. For the sake of the common people in the world, it is nothing to use some means!"

"Very good!" An Wang said coldly: "It seems that your Daleiyin Temple must abolish my cultivation before giving up!"

"Your Highness, our temple is not for myself, but for His Highness, and for the common people in the world."

"Shut up!" King An yelled angrily: "Speaking and keeping your mouth shut is the common people in the world. It seems that only you Daleiyin Temple cares about the common people in the world, and the Daji court doesn't care about the lives of the people!"

"Amitabha..." Faxiang proclaimed the Buddha's name and sighed: "In this way, His Highness doesn't want this heart of Asura anymore!"

"Asura's heart is here, you can go!" An Wang snorted.

Fa Xiang said: "We can only offend!"

He turned his head to look at Xingming.

"Amitabha, I have offended you!" King An of Xingming Dynasty paid a tithe, stepped over to King An's side, and reached out to grab King An's wrist.

"Bang!" Xu Ning took a step ahead, blocking Wang An's side, and stretched out his palm to block it.

King An sneered and said: "What a big Leiyin Temple, lawless, how dare you come to the palace to act wild!"

"Your Highness, as long as Asura's magical power is abolished, our temple will compensate His Highness!" Faxiang Heshi said with a sincere tone.

Under Wang An's rage, he would not believe him even more. His body shape changed instantly, he grew taller, thinner, thinner and longer, his handsome face turned into a skeleton, and his body was like lightning, appearing in the face of the law in an instant in front of.

Dharma Prime Minister proclaimed the Buddha's name, and pushed his palms flat, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

"Bang!" Wang An collided with Fa Xiang's palms, and Wang An staggered back two steps.

Fa Xiang sighed: "His Royal Highness's Asura Divine Art is still in its infancy, and it would not be a pity to abolish it. Don't be obsessed with it!"

"Death!" Wang An's eyes became cold, without a trace of human emotion, and he rushed forward again.

"Bang bang bang bang..." The two kept bumping their palms and punching each other, as if they had completely abandoned their internal strength and used their physical bodies.

Chu Li was amazed when he saw it, and this Faxiang was indeed better than King An.

On the other side, Xingming is also better than Xu Ning.

If Xu Ning hadn't had his understanding and knew Xing Ming's tricks in advance, he would have been unable to support him long ago.

Xing Ming looks ugly, but his movements are extremely graceful, he doesn't look at his face, only his figure, just like a graceful woman dancing, her moves are graceful, soft and graceful, without any murderous intent.