Fengyunlu

Fairy Ji Yao thought a lot. In the end, she even doubted Mo Wenjian's purpose of joining a poor family. In short, she now felt that Mo Wenjian willingly joined a poor family and later helped achieve many great things. Perhaps the fundamental reason behind this is Xu Yi's body.

As for the truth, Fairy Ji Yao was just guessing. He did not dare to draw a conclusion based on the illusion in front of him. However, there seemed to be something missing behind all this. Fairy Ji Yao was somewhat looking forward to what the next illusion would bring her, what hints, Or what hints.

As Fairy Ji Yao thought like this, the illusion in front of her suddenly changed. Some of the fragments she had collected disappeared at this moment, and in their place, a scene from before appeared. It was still the desert yellow sand, and the sky was still filled with evil spirits. ...

Fairy Ji Yao watched attentively. This strike was unusually powerful. The old monk from before appeared again, and the black shadows with him were also in the illusion, but the difference was that they were attacking each other.

But seeing that the old monk's eyes were motionless, facing the black shadow, the demonic mist was billowing all over his body, and countless Youluo demons were flying all over the sky, the old monk remained unmoved. Most Buddhist disciples stood upright and awe-inspiring to the Dharma. How could they be afraid of this? Waiting for the evil spirit, and when the old monk glanced at it with his peripheral vision, the black shadow spread out. The evil spirit did not intend to fight, but turned around again and ran to the northwest. The so-called anger was just an illusion, and escape was the primary goal.

Seeing this, the old monk shook his head and sighed, ignoring the demons in the sky, and threw the beads in the air with a flick of his hand. When the beads were in the air, in the blink of an eye they turned into eighteen huge and unusual Rudraksha Bodhis, all translucent, bright and transparent. The light is dazzling and surging abnormally.

The eighteen golden Bodhisattva were still shining by themselves. When the golden Buddha light shone in the sky, the eighteen golden Bodhisattva flickered and moved forward in a straight line. Then the old monk gave a loud shout and with the word "rise", eighteen The dazzling golden light connected with each other and evolved into a golden dragon that was glowing all over.

His eyes shone as if alive, and his whole body moved as if there were thousands of spirits. As soon as he appeared, he looked up to the sky and screamed, then circled for a while, his huge dragon eyes stared at the black shadow. In front of him, he wanted to escape, but the whole body of the swimming dragon tightened. , as if it would rush straight away as soon as it accumulated strength.

On the other hand, the black figure was rushing towards him at this moment, and was already more than ten miles away in an instant. Suddenly he heard a loud roar of dragons behind him, and he knew something was wrong. He quickly moved his hands, flipped his seals, and tried to escape quickly with a secret method, so as to get rid of the old monk Wu Ming. Before he could do anything, the golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and the Bodhisattva was in front of him, and the huge dragon's mouth suddenly opened, as if he wanted to swallow him directly.

The black shadow was startled, but there seemed to be a sinister smile on the corner of the mouth, and it immediately stood up as if it was successful. However, the illusion disappeared immediately, and the next broken illusion appeared, still repeating the previous one...

There was a crackling sound in the desert, and the demons in the sky were strange and difficult to prevent. But the eighteen golden bodhis moved instantly, and dozens of demons and evil objects died instantly. Then the bodhisattva turned, made a half circle in the air, and returned to the old monk's hands. In the palm of his hand was the rosary that was green in the green.

Looking at the black shadow again, it was the same as before. He was not in a hurry when the evil spirit was gone. Instead, he took out a sharp blade, held it in his right hand across his chest, and chanted something in his left hand. After a while, the seal changed into a seal, and the five fingers were slightly bent. At the same time, the palm of his hand was filled with darkness. The magic mist is faintly taking shape.

There seemed to be a clever plan in the eyes of the black shadow, but the old monk took back the beads and looked up, and couldn't help but frown. The black shadow was surrounded by demonic flames and a dark wind, and the demonic light shone on an unknown sharp blade on its chest. The old monk knew it. Not to be underestimated.

Then the old monk clasped his hands and recited a Buddhist mantra. In the blink of an eye, layers of golden light came out from the inside and condensed through the body, as if the essence was the same as the real body. When the half-foot radius of the body was completely covered, a golden light shield was formed. Under the reflection of his real body, the old monk remained motionless, allowing the evil spirit to bite him and remain unbreakable.

The black shadow was not in a hurry at this time. He seemed to be preparing something. The sharp blade was placed across his chest. The demon was just for delay. When all the second demons were gone, the incantation in his mouth had already been completed.

The next moment, he opened his mouth and sprayed, and a black flame fell on Qingfeng, followed by the sword formula in his hand. For a moment, his eyes seemed a little sluggish, and his whole body was weak and shaky. It seemed that his methods were forced.

However, he ignored these at the moment and kept staring at the sharp blade in his hand. The blade turned from white to black and emitted a strong demonic aura. Only then did the black shadow become determined. With his eyes focused, he took out his left hand and explored the demonic flames around his body with his right hand. The sharp edge in his hand was transferred smoothly, and the slanting stab flew out as fast as lightning, running towards the golden light protecting the old monk's body and stabbing him hard.

snort~

The demonic aura passed by the blade was intense, and the golden light protecting the old monk's body melted directly. Without any obstruction, it went directly to the old monk's real body. This time, the golden light was shattered, and there was no obstacle to the Buddhist method. When the gap was opened, the black shadow's hand changed, He changed the long knife from chopping to stabbing, and inserted it straight into the old monk's throat along a split crack.

This is a vital part of the human body. Even if the Xuanmen is hit, it is inevitable that the body will be dislocated. However, the old monk still did not panic. He moved his hands when he saw the sharp edge coming, but at the critical moment, the illusion disappeared directly.

Fairy Ji Yao nodded. There must be another reason for repeating this at this moment. However, she could not understand it for the time being. She could only see the illusion reappearing. It was still the old monk in the desert, the same black shadow covered in magic mist. The sharpness in his hands, the murderous intent in his eyes...

Hey~ The black smoke turned into an even thicker black mist in the blink of an eye. When it dispersed, the black shadow was already moving forward, rushing towards the old monk and attacking again.

"Damn bald thief, let's hit the road!!" He shouted but there was a twist in the middle. The black shadow killed half of them and escaped directly. There was a flash of blood, and the black shadow now ran northwest again.

"It's broken!!" The old monk thought they were fighting each other, but unexpectedly he chose to escape directly. He was originally extremely angry and had a sharp murderous intention. The old monk had already prepared a response, but he never thought that the golden cicada's escape from the shell was actually a feint.

Thinking of this, the old monk recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, if the donor listens to the good words now, there is still a glimmer of hope. If he doesn't listen, the poor monk promises that he will not give up. He must not be too harsh, and please don't bear grudges."

Speaking of this, he was dressed in golden light and solemn, surrounded by countless evil spirits. The black shadow really ignored him and just wanted to escape. No matter what the old monk said, he shot out from the air, and the sharp blade in his hand swung. , and countless demons turned into skeletons.

The old monk saw the fishy evil surging, and although he was not afraid, he did not hesitate. He waved the Buddha beads in his hand, and brought the two fingers of his right hand together. The power of his Vajra finger was wrapped in golden light, and he pointed at the dark shadow.

On the contrary, the black shadow knew something was wrong behind him, understood that this strike could not be blocked, and fought back. He turned around and waved his left hand, wrapping himself in thick fog with the force of thunder, and rushed towards the old monk's face. In the blink of an eye, they faced each other in the air. The energies of one black and one yellow collided with each other.

There was a bang, the old monk's Dharma was extremely powerful, and the black shadow seemed to be slightly outmatched. The demonic energy was broken by contact with each other. After that, the golden light did not diminish, and a finger was hit in the palm of the black shadow. This pain was instantaneous, and the black shadow had an intuition. His whole body was paralyzed, and then he failed to escape and fell down.

Then a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and the old monk was chasing after him. Heiying was extremely unwilling in his eyes, and he took action again angrily. The sharp blade lay aside, and he picked up the Seal Jue in his hand. With a loud shout, the thick fog around him seemed to be alive. Feeling a little restless and agitated...

But the illusion still circulates again. The previous scene disappears directly, and the next one is the same as before. The next illusion appears. The old monk throws the Buddha beads in the air with his hands clasped together, chanting the Buddhist mantra in his mouth, and there is no joy or sadness in his eyes.

As the Sanskrit sound rang, the Buddhist beads thrown up were the same as the previous illusion. The eighteen golden bodhi beads were unusually huge. They were still translucent and the Buddha's light was still shining. However, unlike before, this time they did not turn into dragons. Instead, they went straight to the shadow in three directions.

The black shadow did not dare to take off. He knew what the old monk was like. There were many fights between you and me along the way. Immediately, the black mist around him shook and spread out, forming a line of mist to form a shield. He first faced the incoming figure from the center. Six golden lights.

bang~

The six golden lights collided with each other, and were blocked by Dunjia. The black shadow then passed by, and the remaining two golden lights were directly dodged. Then the black shadow continued unabated, and rushed to the left side of the old monk to attack and kill him. At the same time, a section of the thick fog was caught. The silver-gray sharp blade appeared quietly and stabbed the old monk's armpit without any sound.

The electric light and flint was again a few feet in front of him. No matter how tall the old monk was, it was difficult to dodge. The black shadow's eyes were a little cunning, and it seemed that the outcome had been determined in his mind. However, unexpectedly, this sudden attack did not work, and the sharp edge reached the old monk's armpit inches. Xu, stopped abruptly, and then everything including the black shadow was thrown back faster than when they came.

In this way, the eighteen golden bodhis from the original path turned back, and now formed a line to bind the black shadow, and used force from head to tail to throw it away. After all, the old monk was more skilled, but it only blocked it for a moment. The black shadow was not completely trapped, and the sharp blade in his hand was extraordinary. He broke free from the restraints and fell aside with just a slight movement.

At this moment, the slowness in the book was as slow as lightning. It only took a few breaths. The black shadow couldn't hit it, but it didn't rush to attack. Instead, the fog around it suddenly surged. As it became stronger, the murderous aura around it became more solid. Look at it. It seems that some means is brewing.

The old monk was also not in a hurry, and continued to persuade him with sincerity: "Why should the donor do this? You must know that ghosts under the Demon Flame Front will return together with mysterious difficulties. Only half a month has fallen like this. If the donor persists in his stubbornness, he is afraid that the Buddha will be in charge in another half month." If there is no way to recover, who can save the benefactor?"

There was pain in the old monk's eyes, and the shadow laughed: "Hahaha... Monk!! If you recognize this thing, you will know that my fate is caused by the devil's heart. I have no way out for a long time, so why are you talking about rescue? While I have some clarity now, if I don’t want to die, I’ll leave early!!”

"Amitabha, the donor, I'm offended." After saying this, the old monk shook his head. There seemed to be relief in his eyes. He looked at the yellow sand in the sky, and finally his eyes fell on the black shadow.

"In all the shaking methods, if you don't move, the donor is like this, be careful!!" Before he finished speaking, the old monk moved his hands to the left and right, walking in a semicircle from the air back to his chest, with his left hand on top and his right hand on the bottom. The palms of their hands were holding each other in it, and the Sanskrit sounds from their mouths filled the air.

A moment later, in a circle of half a mile, there was a riot of golden light centered on the two of them. A swastika Buddha seal suddenly appeared in mid-air. The huge Buddha light covered half a mile. At this time, the old monk bit the tip of his tongue, and pale golden blood spurted out in one mouthful, turning into thousands of dots. The golden light dispersed in all directions, and then a swastika Buddha seal on the ground echoed with the sky. The golden light connected with each other, and a golden halo emerged from the ground, seeming to trap this place into a cage.

The black shadow's eyes flashed at this moment. He was preparing means and wasting energy. He felt a little uncomfortable at the moment, and said violently: "Damn bald thief, how dare you!!"

Along with the words, the black figure seemed to be crazy, running towards the old monk at all costs and directly attacking and killing him. It seemed that the old monk's actions made him feel a little threatened. The monk cut off his hands directly.

But the illusion disappeared again here. Fairy Ji Yao's eyes moved, because the next illusion came to a critical point. Although it was still the same as the previous confrontation, it was so different. The magic fog surged in the desert, and a silver light shot out from where the black shadow was. out.

When the old monk saw this, he didn't think much about it. He just swayed the beads, thinking that he would knock down the silver needle, but he didn't want something to happen suddenly. Behind the silver needle, there was a hidden essence, and the black light flashed and it was too late.

When the old monk saw it entering the center of his eyebrows, he knew that there was a trick in the dark, so he used the Dharma, but the golden body was still difficult to protect. As soon as the black light entered the body, the old monk felt that he had been hit hard, whether it was the Dharma or the golden body, this For a moment he was completely outnumbered, then he took three steps back and stumbled forward, almost falling to the ground.

After forcibly stabilizing his body and protecting his heart with a secret treasure, he said with difficulty: "Magic Needle!!"

"Not bad!!" The black figure agreed, his words full of arrogance, as if he was completely different from before.

The old monk also knew that something had happened, and he immediately made some guesses: "These half months...you have been hiding it...it is really in your hands..."

Halfway through the words, the old monk found it difficult to continue. His face was now purple-black, and the increasingly turbid black energy was spreading all over his body, converging with each other and slowly gathering towards the heart aperture and Zifu. If he continued to do nothing like this, the pulse needle would not be able to suppress it. No matter how profound the Dharma was, the old monk passed away immediately. Then he sat cross-legged and tried to force the Dharma out of his body.

But the black energy is stubborn, and the old monk's golden light has long been suppressed. At this moment, there is no Buddhist secret treasure, the old monk's mind has been eroded, but there seems to be some special means in his purple mansion, and the purple-black lines have become The collection can accumulate deeper and deeper but still not broken.

On the other hand, the black shadow was sure of winning, and began to taunt the old monk: "It's useless. You are so entangled, and you have been lingering for half a month, just to find it? Why, you don't want it now that you have it?"

The old monk did not answer and had no energy. At this moment, he was clenching his teeth and struggling to suppress it. Although he was protected by treasures and his life was not in danger for a while, the pulse needle was extremely vicious and unparalleled. If it was allowed to stay in the body, let alone the old monk. Even the head of the Buddhist sect would not dare to neglect.