The old monk with long eyebrows softly recited the Dharma name and said seriously: "Amitabha, your sect's "Luan Yuan Ice Soul Skill" is so cold and freezing that the sky freezes and the ground freezes when you wave your hand. It is known as the No. 1 mysterious skill in the sea of clouds. The poor monk is fascinated by it." It’s been a long time, please ask the fairy for advice!”
"It's just a joke, it can't be taken seriously." Master Hanluan said bluntly. As soon as he finished speaking, his delicate body burst out with a fierce aura that shot straight into the sky. The temperature within a few miles dropped sharply. Under the scorching sun, his body suddenly floated. There were pieces of goose feather snowflakes.
"Fairy please!" Heavy snow suddenly fell all around, and the old monk with long eyebrows still sat cross-legged on the futon, letting the cold snowflakes wet the simple monk's clothes, and said with one hand as he performed the Buddhist salute.
"Dharma King, be careful." I saw nearly a hundred ice crystal spears appearing out of thin air around Master Hanluan. Each spear was condensed from the extremely cold "Ice Soul Qi". The spear body was filled with cold mist, turning into white awns, like arrow rain. He shot toward the old monk with long eyebrows.
"Buddha's words: motionless as a mountain." The old monk with long eyebrows remained motionless, closed his eyes, formed a seal with his hands and groaned in a low voice. His skinny torso emitted thousands of golden lights and turned into a magnificent Buddhist golden bell in the air.
The sound of "clicking" continued, and the "rain of arrows" formed by hundreds of ice crystal spears suddenly hit the huge golden bell. The ice spears shattered at the touch of an iron wall, and the spears were like rain. The golden light on the surface of the giant clock was shining brightly, not even the slightest bit mottled. Instead, against the backdrop of the broken ice all over the sky, the golden light became more intense and dazzling.
Master Hanluan couldn't help but frown slightly. The defense of this Buddhist golden bell was so high. The hundreds of extremely sharp "soul-killing ice spears" he fired had no effect at all. His eyes were filled with sharp light, and his jade hands were sealed. Zifu The spiritual gate was wide open, and a cold wave suddenly surged, and the flying snow turned into grains of hail.
In an instant, the sky and the earth darkened, a hurricane suddenly arose, and a destructive tornado of ice and snow appeared, carrying fist-sized hailstones and blade-like ice shards that swallowed up the long-browed old monk. There were dense ice blades and dots of cold light.
The violent hurricane uprooted the entire forest below. Broken trees, rocks, and dust roared into the air, shaped like a thick black python, rolling and roaring.
I saw the long-browed old monk with a serene face, sitting cross-legged in the eye of the storm with a Buddhist bell on his head. Countless ice blades kept scraping the golden bell, making bursts of penetrating squeaking sounds. Broken wood and boulders brought up by the whirlwind He also kept bombarding the eclipsed golden bell. The giant bell suddenly shook to pieces, and the long-browed old monk was about to be torn apart by the terrifying storm.
"Amitabha, how can one live a long life? The Vajra body is indestructible, so what is the reason..." At this time, the old monk with long eyebrows was still unmoved, his eyes were lightly closed, and he recited Zen words in a low voice. All I saw was the eclipsed giant bell. As the long-browed old monk chanted slowly and unhurriedly, the aura became more and more powerful, and simple Sanskrit characters appeared on the surface of the golden bell.
"Dang", a long bell sounded at this time. The sound waves spread and shattered the incoming ice blades, broken wood, and boulders. The violent hurricane was also stagnant. The wind slowed down and the rocks fell, seeming to disperse.
"Hmph", Master Hanluan snorted, and the true energy in Zifu surged out, the hurricane roared, the black python reappeared, the wind howled, and the black whirlwind once again drowned the golden bell.
After a few breaths, the Zen chants and the ringing of bells started again, and golden light came out through the wind. It was obvious that the overwhelming hurricane was not enough to crush the Buddhist golden bell of the long-browed old monk.
Master Hanluan strengthened the infusion of magic power, and the old monk with long eyebrows also chanted the Zen words more and more urgently. The two sides reached a deadlock for a while. The golden light was blowing brightly and darkly in the raging storm, but the old monk with long eyebrows blocked it without moving a step. Master Hanluan's full offensive.
With a sonorous luan call of "Ang", the icy luan under the feet of Master Hanluan rushed into the storm, and directed the frost-white "Han Jade Ice Flame" at the golden bell. The ice flame poured on the Buddha bell, and the golden light dimmed instantly. The clock face was as frozen as a layer of frost, and it made popping sounds from time to time.
"Maha Kassapa, protect my true form, the dragon Arhat, the king of Fudo." The long-browed old monk suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, and after shouting violently, his thin body burst into dazzling golden light, and in an instant Turned into a dazzling scorching sun.
With a dragon roar of "Ouch", the scorching sun exploded, and the golden light instantly shattered the cold wave hurricane around him. It also dispersed Bingluan's "cold jade ice flame", and the black clouds, ice, snow, and dust that filled the sky were swept away. , the original clear sky was restored.
When the golden light faded, the appearance of the skinny old monk who was sitting cross-legged changed dramatically, transforming into a tall and fierce strong man, with black gold as his skin, red light as his pupils, limbs like pillars, and a tiger-like back and waist, with no trace left. In his old state, streaks of "coil dragon's golden essence" linger around him, and the golden light flashes, just like the Buddhist protector Arhat in ancient mythology.
The most conspicuous thing is the mighty "coiled dragon" hanging on Jin's body. The dragon's head is at his heart, the dragon's body is wrapped around his chest and his back, and its tail is coiled around his left leg. He stares angrily at the Bingluan in the distance. It is brilliant and majestic, lifelike, like a living thing.
"Hanyu Bingluan" has a noble bloodline. When he saw an illusory "coiled dragon" condensed from "Jin Yuan Essence", he dared to provoke him with fierce eyes. He couldn't help but become furious. He let out a harsh luan call and breathed out an even more chilling cry. "Cold Jade Ice Flame" spurted out.
"Beast! Don't be arrogant, Prajnaparamita, Great Sun Tathagata Palm!" The old monk who had displayed the "Golden Body of the Dragon Arhat" roared angrily, raised his hand and clapped it.
I saw the golden light palm flying out to face the wind, and in an instant it turned into a terrifying Buddhist golden light Tathagata palm. The golden light palm was actually a bit bigger than the huge "Han Jade Ice Luan", and it was so powerful that it overwhelmed the mountains and seas. Quickly move towards the "Hanyu Bingluan" seal.
"Bald donkey, how dare you!" Master Hanluan saw that the golden monk wanted to kill her "Cold Jade Ice Luan", he couldn't help but yelled with an angry face, and then flew to block in front of the "Cold Jade Ice Luan" , holding a blood-colored ice sword surrounded by frost and mist in his hand.
"Broken!" Master Hanluan groaned softly, activating the magic weapon "Blood Soul Luan Yuan Sword" with its own sword move "Blood Yuan Hanyue Slash". He waved his hand and slashed out a giant bloody half-moon sword energy. The half-moon sword energy flew out quickly, blasting away After the giant palm of golden light was split into two, the bloody sword energy also automatically dissipated in the air.
Master Han Luan made a backhand move and put the "Han Jade Ice Luan" into the high-level spirit beast bag hanging on his waist. Although the "Han Jade Ice Luan" was an ancient strange beast, the power of the "Cold Jade Ice Flame" it spewed out It's huge, but her current opponent is a spiritual infant body cultivator of the same level, with strong combat power. "Hanyu Bingluan" is only a golden elixir stage cultivation level, so it can't be of much help.
Once he got involved in a fierce battle with the golden monk, he would always be in great danger and distract himself. Master Hanluan simply put away the "Hanyu Bingluan".
"It's time for the poor monk to take action, fairy, be careful!" The old monk turned into a dragon and an arhat. His figure stood as tall as an iron tower, his words were as majestic as bells, and he exuded a Buddhist aura of virility that could swallow up mountains and rivers.
"Stop talking nonsense, just use whatever means you have." Master Hanluan was not afraid at all. He held the five-foot blood-colored ice sword diagonally across his chest and replied with a frosty face.
