The Way of the Mysterious Dust

The elder monk with long eyebrows whispered the dharma name, and said with a serious face: "Amitabha, the noble sect's "Luan Yuan Bing Po Gong", is very cold and bitter, and the sky is frozen with the wave of his hands. He is known as the first mysterious art in the sea of ​​clouds, and the poor monk is fascinated. It's been a long time, please let the fairy enlighten me!"

"It's just a joke, it can't be true." Han Luan said bluntly. As soon as his voice fell, the Jiao body burst into a fierce aura that rushed into the sky, the temperature dropped sharply within a few miles, and it floated instantly under the scorching sun. Pieces of goose feather snowflakes appeared.

"Fairy please!" There was a sudden heavy snowfall all around, and the old monk with long eyebrows was still sitting on the futon, letting the icy snow wet the simple monk's clothes, and said with one hand.

"Lord Beware." There were nearly a hundred ice crystal spears emerging from the body of Han Luan, each of which was condensed from the extreme cold "Ice Soul True Qi". The body of the spear was filled with cold mist, turning into white light like arrows. Like to shoot towards the old monk with long eyebrows.

"Buddha language: not moving like a mountain." The long eyebrow old monk stayed still, closed his eyes, and groaned in knots with his hands, his thin body exuded tens of thousands of golden light, and turned into a magnificent Buddhist golden bell in the air.

The cracking sound of "crack" continued, and the "rain of arrows" formed from a hundred ice crystal spears slammed on the golden bell. The ice spears would shatter when touched like an iron wall, and the spears were like rain. The golden light on the surface of the giant clock gleamed, and it didn't become a bit glamorous. On the contrary, under the background of the broken ice in the sky, the golden light became more and more brilliant and dazzling.

The real person Han Luan couldn't help frowning slightly. This Buddhism Golden Bell's defense is so high. The hundred sharp "Spirit Extinguishing Spear" issued by him has no effect. His eyes are sharp, the jade hand seals, and the purple mansion. The spiritual door was wide open, a cold wave surged, and the heavy snow turned into hailstones.

The world was dimmed in an instant, and the hurricane suddenly rose, and a tornado of devastating ice and snow suddenly appeared, engulfing fist-big hail and blade-like ice pieces that swallowed the old monk with long eyebrows.

The violent hurricane uprooted the entire forest below, and the broken wood, rocks, and dust leaped into the air and roared like a sturdy black python.

I saw the old monk with long eyebrows with a serene face, sitting in the eye of the storm against the Buddha clock, countless ice blades kept scraping the golden bells, making infiltrating noises, broken woods and boulders brought by the whirlwind. Constantly bombarding the bleak Golden Bell, the giant clock was shaking suddenly, and the old monk with long eyebrows was about to be torn apart by the terrifying storm.

"Amitabha Buddha, why does Yun have longevity? Vajra does not harm the body, so what causes..." At this time, the old monk with long eyebrows was still unmoved, his eyes lightly closed, and he whispered Zen language. I saw the dimmed giant clock. With the long eyebrow old monk's unhurried chanting, the aura grew stronger and simpler Sanskrit on the surface of the golden clock.

"Dang", at this time a long bell sounded, and the sound wave spread and shattered the ice blades, broken wood, and boulders.

"Humph", the real man Hanluan snorted, and the true energy in the purple mansion surged out, the hurricane roared, the black python reappeared, the wind whispered, and the black pressure whirlwind once again flooded the golden clock.

After a few breaths, as Zen whispers and the bell sounded again, golden light came out through the wind. Obviously, the overwhelming hurricane was not enough to crush the Buddhist golden bell of the old monk with long eyebrows.

Han Luan increased his magic power again, and the old monk long eyebrows' Zen language became more and more urgent. The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while. In the turbulent storm, the golden light became bright and dark, and the old monk long eyebrows did not move a step, but blocked All the offensives of the real Han Luan.

With a loud cry of "Ang", Bingluan rushed into the storm at the feet of the real man Hanluan, and faced the golden bell with a mouthful of frosty white "cold jade ice flame", the ice flame poured on the Buddha bell, and the golden light instantly dimmed. The clock face stagnated like a layer of frost, and it made a popping sound from time to time.

"Maha Kaye, protect my true body, benson, Arhat, Immovable King." The old monk with long eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, and after a loud shout, his thin body burst into a dazzling golden light. Turned into a dazzling scorching sun.

With a "wow" dragon chant, the scorching sun exploded, and the golden light instantly shattered the whole body by the cold wave hurricane, and also scattered Bingluan's "cold jade ice flame", and the black clouds, ice and snow, and dust that filled the sky were swept away. , Restored the original clear sky of thousands of miles.

When the golden light faded away, the skinny old monk who was sitting cross-legged had changed drastically. He turned into a tall and sturdy man with black gold as skin, red light as pupils, limbs like pillars, tiger-backed waist, and no more sight. In an old state, a series of "Panlong Jinyuan Essence" lingers around the body, and the golden light flickers, just like the buddhist guardian of the ancient myth.

The most conspicuous thing is the mighty "panlong" hanging on Jin's body, with the dragon head in the heart, the dragon body from the front chest to the back, the dragon's tail on the left leg, staring directly at the distant Bingluan with anger, Huanghuang is majestic, lifelike, like a living thing.

The blood of "Hanyu Bingluan" is noble. Seeing a phantom "Banlong" condensed by "Golden Essence", he dared to provoke fiercely and provoked fiercely. Unable to be furious, he let out a harsh scream, and a mouth was even more harsh. "Cold Jade Ice Flame" spouted head-on.

"Beast! Don't be arrogant, Prajna Paramita, Big Day Tathagata palm!" The old monk who had displayed the "Banlong Arhat Golden Body" roared ~www.readwn.com~ and slapped a palm when he raised his hand.

I saw the golden light palm flew out and stretched into the wind, and instantly turned into a terrifying Buddhist golden light Tathagata palm. The golden light palm was actually a bit bigger than the huge "cold jade ice luan". Quickly printed to "Hanyu Bingluan".

"Bald donkey, dare you!" The real Hanluan saw that the golden monk was about to kill her "Hanyu Bingluan", and couldn't help expressing angrily, and then flew to stand in front of "Hanyu Bingluan". , Holding a **** ice sword with frost mist lingering in his hand.

"Broken!" The real Han Luan groaned softly, inspiring the magic weapon "Blood Soul Luan Yuan Sword" with its own sword move "Blood Yuan Hanyue Slash", waved his hand to cut out a giant **** half-moon sword qi, the half-moon sword qi flew out quickly, and banged out. After the golden light palm was divided into two, the **** sword aura automatically dissipated in the air.

Han Luan's real person backhanded and put "Han Jade Ice Luan" into a high-level spirit beast bag hung around his waist. Although "Han Jade Ice Luan" is an ancient beast, it exudes the power of "Hold Jade Ice Flame". Great, but her current opponent is the same-level Spiritual Infant Body Cultivation, with strong combat power, "Han Jade Ice Luan" is only a Golden Core Stage cultivation base, and can't help much.

Once involved in the fierce battle with the golden monk, there would be great danger at all times, distracting himself, and the real person Han Luan simply put away the "Han Yu Bing Luan".

"It's time for the poor monk to make a move, be careful of the fairy!" The old monk turned into a benlong arhat, standing like an iron tower, his words are as powerful as a bell, and he is full of the stubbornness of Buddhism that swallows mountains and rivers.

"Stop talking nonsense, don't hesitate to use any means." Han Luan is not afraid, with a five-foot blood-colored ice sword slanting across his chest, and his face is frosty and replied.

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