Maoshan ghost hunter

Master Jinghui's complexion remained unchanged, she waved the crescent-browed golden leaf, mobilized the power of the formation, and the soldiers came to block it.

Ye Shaoyang didn't have time to fight any more, he bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Seven Star Longquan sword, dipped his index finger in the blood to draw a talisman, and then pasted a talisman on the blade of the sword.

At the moment when the Longquan Sword collided with the Emei Golden Leaf, the talisman was activated, and the wind was like thunder, and the rain of fire and rain gathered on the edge of the sword.

The Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword shook violently, as if it couldn't bear such a powerful spiritual power, Ye Shaoyang firmly grasped the hilt, letting the spiritual power backfire, clenching his teeth.

He has put all his energy on this sword.

The huge aura instantly punched a gap in Fudo Mingwang's Dharma image, and chopped off at the top of Master Jinghui's head.

Master Jinghui hastily sacrificed the Emei Golden Leaf, held the sword tightly, with a look of difficulty on his face.

"Master, I have no grievances or enmities with you, and we are both from the magic world. I really don't want to kill you, but I am determined to win today, so you still let me go!"

Ye Shaoyang held the sword in both hands, pressed down hard, and said through gritted teeth.

"Otherwise, once I break your Emei Golden Leaf with my strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back and hurt you!"

Master Jinghui looked at him with a very calm expression, and said, "I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

"Is it necessary?" Ye Shaoyang asked in a deep voice, "Why do you have to risk your life for such a thing?"

"Yes." Master Jinghui said lightly, "Buddhas fight for a stick of incense."

Then he said to the left and right: "This Ye Shaoyang is not really trying to kill me, he is using this trick to attract you to come to the rescue, the dharma will be weak, and naturally it will be broken. Remember, no matter what he does to me, you can't kill me." Get out of here."

Behind her, Mrs. Kaihui and the others were very worried about her safety. They planned to come to the rescue regardless of everything, but suddenly they heard Mrs. Jinghui say this, they suddenly realized, and immediately held their positions.

"Do you really think that I dare not do it?" Ye Shaoyang said coldly. Originally, he did have such an idea, so he deliberately pretended to be more fierce. Whether it was Master Jinghui or the nuns who blessed the formation, As long as one party believes and retreats and loses his position, he can take advantage of the situation and break through the law.

Ye Shaoyang was [-]% sure of succeeding in such an incredible trick, but Master Jinghui slapped him straight, and now it is difficult to get rid of it.

Master Jinghui smiled indifferently, "Actually, I didn't see through it. I just said this to reassure them. Ye Shaoyang, I bet you don't dare."

Ye Shaoyang snorted coldly.

"The fragrance is almost over."

Master Jinghui didn't even look back, and shouted loudly: "Get ready to be ordained!"

An elderly nun got up from the line of chanting scriptures, walked to the side room, and then held a tray covered with a black cloth in her hand, walked to Rui Lengyu and stood beside Rui Lengyu, just waiting for the incense to be burned When the auspicious time comes, it will be shaved immediately.

"Don't force me!" Ye Shaoyang roared, the Gang Qi in his body surged, and the Qixiong Longquan sword was burning like fire, pressing down.

"boom!"

With a crisp sound, the Emei Golden Leaf was bounced away.

Gang Qi blew off the monk's hat on Master Jinghui's head, revealing a smooth head.

The Seven-Star Dragon Spring Sword hovered above Master Jinghui's head, less than two inches away from her forehead.

"Master!"

"Sister!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and exclaimed, but they didn't dare to move rashly.

Master Jinghui slowly opened her closed eyes, clasped her hands together, uttered the Buddha's name, and said intently: "Do your own business."

Seeing that Ye Shaoyang was holding the sword in both hands, the nuns didn't intend to cut it off, so they relaxed and continued to chant scriptures and practice.

After a breath of stellar energy was released, Ye Shaoyang felt extremely tired and let out a heavy breath.

Master Jinghui raised her head, stared at Ye Shaoyang, and said flatly, "Why didn't you chop it off?"

Ye Shaoyang put away the Seven Star Longquan Sword.

"My sword is used to slay demons and demons, not to kill each other!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Master Jinghui's mouth, she nodded lightly, and said, "Okay, okay, okay. It's just a pity... the poor nun still can't let you go, why do you think?"

After chanting the mantra, he summoned the Crescent Golden Leaf, held it in his hand, and asked all the disciples to continue to recite the scriptures and set up an array. Soon, the gap cut by Ye Shaoyang in Fudo Ming's Dharma Aspect was repaired again.

Ye Shaoyang said: "Because you said you were going to trap me, if you let me go now, you will lose face?"

Master Jinghui said: "How can a monk have any face?"

Ye Shaoyang put away his sword, took out Taiyi Whisk again, and started to attack.

There was only a little incense stick left, and the fire had already dimmed. Ye Shaoyang estimated that it would be extinguished in one or two minutes at most, and he was anxious, so he stepped up his attack and asked, "Why is that?"

While defending, Master Jinghui said slowly: "The heavenly secret must not be revealed."

Chapter 1173 Blasphemy

If it weren't for the critical moment now, Ye Shaoyang would really kneel down for her.

"I said Shitai, are you playing with me?"

Master Jinghui sighed too, and said: "Ye Shaoyang, there is another catastrophe between you and her... You can't even get rid of my little tribulation, how can you deal with catastrophe in the future?"

When Ye Shaoyang heard this, his heart became heavy. For the time being, things like love and calamity... don't care about it for now. Does this beautiful teacher mean to test herself?

"Master, in fact, in this confrontation, I have found at least three ways to defeat you Fudo Ming."

Ye Shaoyang spoke quickly, "One is to fight hard with you, like just now, you will definitely be able to make a gap, but unfortunately I can't fight hard with you, and the other is to break fast and slow. Although you are impeccable in defense, as long as I have enough fast Speed, before you start, if you can't keep up, you will lose."

Master Jinghui was too defensive, smiling and not saying a word.

"However, this kind of speed requires continuous fighting and accumulation, and slowly drives out the time. The current time is not enough. Right now, there is only the third method. Master, offended..."

After all, he sacrificed the Tianfeng Leihuo flag, rolled towards him, and climbed up by himself. The Tianfeng Leihuo flag was like a tent, covering the two of them and blocking everyone's sight.

Master Jinghui frowned, didn't know why, and defended herself, and suddenly saw a malicious smile on Ye Shaoyang's face, and said softly: "Master, you are so beautiful, why did you become a monk at a young age?"

After speaking, he blinked at her.

Master Jinghui was stunned, and immediately understood what Ye Shaoyang's so-called "method" was: using verbal teasing to make himself lose his mind, and with just one thought, the formation would naturally break.

Immediately, he frowned, and said: "Ye Shaoyang, your method is really despicable, but the poor nun has been studying Buddhism for a long time, and his mind is like still water, so your method is useless."

"is it?"

Ye Shaoyang used the attack to brush the whisk across her neck. "Master, tell me, why doesn't this Jinghua Temple allow men to come in? Have you ever been hurt and hated men?"

Thinking of the past, Master Jinghui hurriedly chanted a mantra to meditate, and simply sat down, chanted the mantra silently, covered the Emei golden leaf on her body, and used the power of the formation to protect her whole body, like a golden bell.