Medical Sovereign

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Just as he was terrified, a powerful force slammed his body.

"砰".

Ding Ning only felt that the whole body was loose, and there seemed to be something broken in the body. The excess power found the venting mouth and constantly flowed to a newly opened meridian.

He hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief, and the suffocating sense of expansion came again, and the newly opened meridians could not accommodate the excess power.

Fortunately, the slap is still going on. As time goes by, another meridian is penetrated, and the power once again finds the venting vent, but soon, the newly opened meridians begin to expand again.

"boom!"

It is also a meridian through... The sense of expansion is coming again soon... Then the meridians are opened again...

Repeatedly, until the seven meridians were opened continuously, the sense of swell disappeared, making Ding Ning feel refreshed and refreshed.

The power of the illusion turned into a raging river, rushing through his broad meridians, forming a subtle circle, reciprocating.

Just as he burst into tears and wanted to relax, the illusion reappeared.

It’s just that the virtual shadow at the moment can’t be called a virtual shadow. It’s extremely solid, and the whole body burns with a dark flame, which is straight to his mind.

Ding Ning only felt a headache, could not help but burst into tears, and the humanoid flame in his mind suddenly appeared, incarnation of a fire man and black fire people to fight.

It’s just that the black fire shadow, whether from height or strength, is far from being able to resist the "God" of Ding Ning. It is defeated by the beaten, and will be swallowed up by the black fire.

The humanoid flame screamed silently, and the body suddenly burst out of golden Buddha light, and the sacred sounds were sacred.

Black Naruto seems to be extremely jealous of the Buddha's light, let it fight and fearful, and even fights for a while, and whoever can't help but form a confrontation.

Although Ding Ning did not understand what was going on, he could feel the deep threat from the black fire shadow, knowing that Black Fire Shadow could not be swallowed up by his "God".

Otherwise, he will no longer be him, even if there is no change in his appearance, but he will become another person, which is not the situation he wants to see.

The battle of "God" is not that he can plug in his hands. He can only silently hope that "God" can hold on and not be defeated by Black Naruto.

However, the good times are not long. As the battle heats up, although the power of the black fire shadow is weakened by the golden Buddha light, the golden Buddha light is becoming more and more dim, showing a trend of subsequent weakness.

Looking at the black warriors of the Vietnam War, the black fire shadows were eroded by the Buddha's light, and they rushed to the "God" without fear of death, forcibly swallowing "God", and the heart gave birth to deep despair.

At this time, a holy light and shadow flashed, and a white bodhisattva sat on the top of the lotus throne, reaching out for a trick, and Ding Ning was uncontrollably in the arms of the white Buddha.

He was so obsessed with the fascinating look of the white buddha beautiful and beautiful, but he could not produce the slightest meaning.

The white bodhisattva was blushing by his cheeks, and he was not angry. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Ding Ning stayed a wooden chicken, and was stripped of a white bodhisattva with a marionette...

The holy and innocent Bodhisattva, even took the initiative to undress and bring his arms to him, so that Ding Ning could not believe it. The original Bodhisattva was really a model for saving the suffering.

The white Bodhisattva is still a young man, but he is more proficient than his semi-old driver business. He has enjoyed all kinds of human bliss in various poses.

I was immersed in it and threw the threat of black fire shadow into the clouds, and with a sincere heart, merged with the white bodhisattva.

However, he did not find that the "God" had gradually faded into a golden light, and the black fire shadow made a silent scream. Struggling, this wants to break away, but it can never escape. It is finally melted into a black flame, and the "God" is completely Integration into one.

"God" also has a fundamental change, turned into a double-sided Buddha sitting cross-legged, the humanoid flame body gradually distinct, the five senses are slowly clear, and it is the appearance of Ding Ning.

On one side, the golden light is shining, with the color of compassion; the black fire lingers, the fangs and the fierce.

I don't know how long it took, Ding Shen fell asleep, Ding hunt eyebrows with spring, red face to help him clean up the scene, crazy to caress his handsome brow stretched out.

For a long time, Ding was dressed neatly, and put away the glare that represented her from girl to woman, carefully put it into the bag, gently kissed in Ding Ning's forehead, and quietly left.

Outside the cloud room, the quiet teacher is too robes, standing quietly.

"Mother, he is already good, I will leave first, thank you."

Ding hunted Ying Yingyi, thankful.

The meditation teacher was too silent. She looked at her carefully and looked up. She flashed a stunned color in her eyes and whispered in a low voice: "He has learned Buddhism, no wonder, no wonder."

"Mother, what's wrong with you?" Ding asked if he was unclear.

The Jingxin teacher showed a smile of gratitude: "I thought that you would cut off the road of practice for him. I didn't expect that I actually looked away. He had the blood of the devil in his body, but at the same time he had no uploading of the Buddha's door. He practiced the joyful meditation. You really achieved the best effect of double repair, let you become a strong place in the ground, congratulations!"

“Really? No wonder I feel full of strength and I don’t feel tired at all!”

Ding is more than happy, remembering the madness before, the kind of mind and soul, the thrill of the soul to climb the clouds makes her jade face red, shameless.

"Don't be too happy. Even so, you are still the home of his practice. He is also dependent on your practice. You can't do self-cultivation. Only with him, your skill will improve. It means you. Will be his vassal, he can leave you, but you can't live without him."

The Jingxin teacher still poured cold water on her.

"What does it matter? I was originally destined to be his woman. Can't I go to repair with other men?"

Ding did not care, and a happy smile on his face: "Before he grows up, I will hold up for him for a day. After he grows up, I will become a little woman behind him. Be a good wife and a good mother."

The meditation teacher was too light by this answer, and looked at her in a complicated way. Suddenly, he bent down deeply: "I thank you for my grandson. If, I mean, if, one day, he took you. I will never spare him."

"Mother, what are you doing, isn't it a disappointment?"

Ding was hurriedly rushing forward to help Jing Jing teacher too, but unexpectedly, due to the substantial increase in skill, she still could not control the strength.

In a hurry, a little effort, the meditation teacher was too stunned in the air, if not her eye hurriedly catch her, must not fall.

Looking at the Jingxin teacher, it seems that the face is so old that it is a few decades old. Ding’s heart is full of uneasiness, and she loses her voice: “Where is my mother-in-law?”

The quiet teacher smiled too kindly, stood shuddering and waved his hand: "This is my life, it is my robbery, go, I have to rest."

"Mother, I am sorry, I don't know how it will be, oh... I will give you the skill, there must be a way?"

Ding hunt and hug the meditation teacher too, could not help but cry, the heart is full of apology and self-blame.

Although she does not quite understand the cultivation of the military, the level of the military is very clear.

The Jingxin teacher is too strong in the real world at the top of the world, otherwise she will not be sure that she can save Ding Ning.

But she did not think that the price was so heavy, so heavy that the mother-in-law who was regarded as the biggest card by her would become an ordinary person.

The meditation teacher gently touched her supple hair, and the face was calm and jokingly said: "What? Do you know that after this price, you will choose not to save your little lover?"

"But I didn't think... would it be like this... oh..."

Ding was full of fear and sorrow, crying pears with rain, she did not know how to tell the godmother.

"It doesn't matter, Ninger is your lover, and why isn't it my grandson? Your mother has eaten too much bitterness in this life. I have never cared about her as her mother. I owe her, and still Let her son, go, Amitabha."

The meditation master is too apt to lose all his skills. It seems to be more relaxed, and there is a sense of dust-freeness that does not eat human fireworks.

After the low-profile slogan, he entered the ancestral hall and closed his eyes to meditate. He did not say a word.

Ding was hunted in the heart of the cockroach, facing the ancestral hall and squatting heavily, until the forehead licked the bleeding beads, only bite the lip, resolutely turned and left.

The meditation teacher slowly opened his eyes, and the clear and radiant doubles became turbid, and whispered softly: "This is the Bodhisattva of the World, and the sorrowful enchantress, the blessing? The blame?"

Reaching out the wooden fish on the lap, picking up the raft and gently tapping it, the mouth continually chanting until it is inaudible, only the sound of the "squeaky" wooden fish echoes in the darkest night sky before dawn.

Stepping out of Biyunjingyuan, Ding Baohun has restored the style of the strong woman in the weekdays, and glanced at the knife and other people who stood up, and gently opened the lips of the cherry blossom: "Let's go, he is fine."

Knife and others waited for a long sigh of relief, and the face showed a happy color. They quickly walked to the Rolls-Royce Phantom and opened the door for Ding. "Miss, I am here to wait for the young master."

"No, I have to pay attention to him in the recent period, and I don't have to follow."

Ding said that she was faint, and she felt that after Ding Ning’s injury, the repairs would definitely change by leaps and bounds, and it was enough to protect themselves.

The knife smashed, but did not ask the reason, whispered: "Yes, I know!"

"Let's go, lest he recognize you, take the time to find out the origin of the killer, I want the people behind the scenes to smash the corpse."

Ding was thinking that Ding Ning almost died in the hands of the black killer, and an unspeakable anger was born, and he said with a grin.

"I will check it out!"

There was a faint smudge in the eyes of the knife, and from the body of Ding, he seemed to feel a breath that made him feel guilty.

Although it was elusive, it still felt that Missy seemed to have some unspeakable changes.

Ding Ning slowly opened his eyes, and the oncoming was a pair of filthy old eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

The memory slowly returned to the position. Ding Ning looked at the old-fashioned meditation teacher. He asked: "Teacher, where is this? How can I be here?"

The quiet teacher smiled too kindly. "This is Biyun Jingyuan. As for how you are here, I can’t tell you, it’s a blindfolded man who sent you."

Ding Ning recalled the man who was stunned before the coma, and his doubts were heavier. He sensed himself and found that he had never been good. He immediately climbed up and sat down at the bed and asked respectfully:

"Teacher, did you save me?"

The meditation teacher was too ridiculous and turned and walked out: "Child, come with me."

Ding Ning was confused, but he did not dare to be scornful. He quickly put on his shoes and quickly followed.