Between the sea of fire and the stratus clouds.
Jin Long, Shi Jian and Taoist priests all fought together.
The two behemoths just collided and bitten repeatedly, the sound was terrifying. As for the Taoist priests among them, their stature inevitably appeared to be extremely small. They kept flying back and forth in the strong wind, although they often dodged the attacks and retaliate at the last moment. But from a distance, it looks like the knife is dancing on the tip, which is extremely thrilling.
Just looking at the dragon picture below makes my face numb and my mouth dry.
When Li Changan once again emerged from the gap between the two behemoths, Long Tu finally couldn't help shouting.
"Master-uncle?"
"Why panic? How can the divine thunder be released lightly?!"
Although he said this, Luo Yuqing himself refused to "take it lightly". It was clearly because when he was preparing to strike down the thunder, he suddenly heard Li Changan's voice in his ears.
"Hold on, real person."
"One Hundred Thousand Fires can't be hasty!"
"Listen to what this junior has to say. Although the Corpse Buddha is hidden in the Shi Jian, the specific location is unknown. If the divine thunder is released and the Shi Jian is shot down, but the Corpse Buddha is not hit, the final result will not be wasted. A divine thunder? Why not let the juniors find out its location and then use the divine thunder."
On the one hand, Luo Yuqing was surprised by Li Changan's control of the wind spirit, and he actually played the trick of "transmitting sounds from thousands of miles"; on the other hand, he was also impressed by his courage. It was not a safe and easy thing to wander in the middle of the fight between two behemoths.
"Are you sure?"
"have."
Li Changan answered without any hesitation, and what he relied on was none other than the "Wind Spirit" lent to him by Luo Yuqing.
What are the characteristics of wind? Is it flowing? Is it howling? Is it an upheaval? Chasing clouds and fog?
No.
It is omnipresent and pervasive.
As he gradually became familiar with controlling the wind spirit, Li Changan found that he could actually distinguish some vague information contained in the wind.
Previously, it was through the information sent back by the wind that Li Changan noticed Shi Jian's decapitation to survive. He also realized that although the "Qingxiao Divine Thunder" did not knock down Shi Jian, it was not completely useless. The power has already caused many cracks in Shi Jian's body.
Although it was quickly mended by vines, the remaining gaps were enough for the wind to sneak in and help Li Changan discover the true identity of the Corpse Buddha.
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about there.
Li Changan squeezed out lightly from the gap between the dragon claw and the jade claw.
He had already figured out the approximate location of the Corpse Buddha.
But the information from the wind was somewhat vague. If you want to be sure, it's best... He stared at Shi Huan's huge body. Those green and hard stones were not ordinary rocks, but were soaked in demonic energy and as hard as spirit. Iron, otherwise it would be impossible to bite the golden dragon to pieces.
It is not easy to break through this "turtle shell".
The Taoist priest's expression suddenly changed, his Taoist robes stirred, and he voluntarily left the battlefield for the first time.
The golden dragon was not willing to let go of the Taoist priest so easily, and jumped up to bite him, but Shi Jian grabbed him by the tail and scraped off large pieces of flesh and scale. The pain made its eyes red, and it turned back to fight with Shi Jian again.
But Li Changan didn't stop at all, and rode the wind straight up to Qingming.
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Taoists say: The wind at the top of the sky is a strong wind, which can sell gold and break jade, and is the sharpest.
Li Changan stepped on the sea of clouds, carried the blue sky on his back, closed his eyes tightly, concentrated, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and tried to control every ray of wind.
Gradually.
The roar around him became louder and louder, and the sea of clouds under his feet was noisy.
then.
The whistling sound became more and more harsh, and there was a faint sound of gold and iron. The air gradually distorted, and several white lines appeared that circled around him.
Then, those "wind lines" became denser and more numerous. Finally, under the refraction of sunlight, they appeared like transparent and fine scales, evenly distributed and slowly rotating around them.
Li Changan opened his eyes, leaned down and rushed down into the sea of clouds.
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Luo Yuqing was still annoyed about Li Changan's delay in giving the letter of approval, so he saw the Taoist priest leaving and returning.
But I saw a big hole suddenly opened in the sky.
Li Changan roared down carrying countless scales and strong winds.
The "wind scales" around it are constantly colliding, squeezing, and rubbing against each other, splashing out sparks and turning them red. Then, he entered the battlefield in an arrogant and unreasonable manner.
In the last second, Long Jun was caught off guard and was thrown away by the blade-like wind.
The next moment, the Taoist priest guided the strong wind, like an awl, and penetrated into Shi Huan's body.
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Whether it was rocks or vines, they were all smashed into pieces by the strong wind.
Er.
The Taoist priest's eyes were empty.
It actually got into a hole in Shi Yuan's body.
He concentrated a lot, only watching a large amount of viscous plasma gather into a huge chrysalis, beating slowly like a heart, and among the blood chrysalis, he could vaguely see a ferocious giant shadow with three heads and six arms.
The Taoist grinned.
"Got you!"
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On the throne.
The old man opened his beard and hair and threw the token.
"boom!"
White light accompanied by roar penetrated the heaven and earth.
A shock wave visible to the naked eye spread out, scattering thunderclouds, scattering wind and rain, and suppressing the sea of fire.
In just the blink of an eye,
The wind, rain, thunder, fire, and the heavy clouds that hung upside down in the sky suddenly disappeared, as if the terrifying scene like the nine hells just now was just a dream, leaving only the smoke rising from the blackened Mount Ye, and the light smoke rising from the black mountain. Above the smoke, the golden dragon coiled in the sky, and Shi Jian... a huge hole penetrated its entire body.
On the ground, everyone held their breath.
It's not that they don't want to cheer, it's just that they are afraid that it will be an empty joy again.
However.
Only the cracking sound of "clicking" could be heard gradually, and gradually became denser.
People were surprised to find that rocks kept disintegrating from Shi Jian's body, and the rockfalls became more and more dense. Within a few moments, the stone was completely disintegrated, like a rain of stones falling on Ye Mountain, sending up puffs of smoke.
When the smoke and dust settled, they saw a Taoist robe hanging in the sky.
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Li Changan thought for a moment.
Wisps of breeze spread throughout the body, washing away the contaminated dust.
Then, he turned around and faced the golden dragon's huge moves.
It should be said that what the ancients said is true: the wind follows the tiger and the clouds follow the dragon.
In such a short time, the Dragon Lord was surrounded by a large amount of clouds. Wandering among them, he looked a bit like a dragon king.
However, he had been fighting with Shi Jian for a long time, and was already covered in wounds. He was also swept by the Gangfeng controlled by the Taoist priest. Although he was not seriously injured, he was still bloody and looked very embarrassed.
Therefore, the golden dragon's eyes are quite evil.
But maybe it was due to the fatigue of the fight, maybe it was because he had vented his anger, maybe it was because the divine thunder passed by the tip of his tail, but the Taihu Dragon Lord had recovered from his rage and lost his previous violent and crazy appearance.
He just took a deep look at the Taoist priest and then slowly disappeared into the clouds.
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Li Changan naturally didn't bother to entangle with him.
But he did not rush back to the altar, but fell on the ruins of Yeshan Thousand Buddha Temple.
The Taoist priest settled on a cliff. There was a collapsed pavilion and a large copper bell next to it that had been burned red by the mountain fire.
Li Changan looked at it for a moment, then suddenly his expression changed and he gave a gesture.
The mountain wind gathers and listens to its orders.
When the bronze bell was opened, the old monk's body was revealed. However, his clothes had been burned long ago and his body had been forged into golden colored glaze.
Looking at this scene, the Taoist priest certainly knew that this person was the bell ringer at that time.
After carefully placing the golden body of Enlightenment, he bowed solemnly, then turned around and took two steps to find what he was really looking for on the ground.
It was some burnt, smelly and blackened dregs, which was crushed into fine ash with a pinch of your hands.
There was no need to use Chonglong Jade. The Taoist priest only looked up and saw more scum extending all the way into the depths of the ruins.
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Surrounded by broken walls, ruins, charred wood, and rubble... only a broken plaque resting among the ruins, with the four gilt characters on it - Mahavira Palace, vaguely testifying to its original appearance.
And now in the ruins.
A mass of "coke" is slowly squirming, with specks of burnt and smelly ashes scattered along the way, and it can barely be recognized as having three heads and six arms.
It was the corpse Buddha who was beaten to pieces by the divine thunder and was left to survive.
The cold wind blew away the embers, and the charred wood clicked under the Taoist boots.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer step by step.
Suddenly.
The Corpse Buddha stood up and turned around.
A terrifying look with a green face and fangs suddenly appeared.
However, the Taoist priest didn't blink and only responded with a cold sword edge.
Then a ball of coke was seen rolling lightly to the ground.
The three-body Buddha can only be called the two-faced Buddha.
It staggered back, and Li Changan pressed forward with his sword.
Suddenly he turned around again, and saw a charming and charming face that was about to cry. The White Lotus Saint's eyebrows were picturesque, and she lightly opened her red lips: "Taoist Master..."
There was a flash of sword light and the words stopped abruptly.
The beauty's head fell into the ashes of the fire, and instantly turned into a ball of charcoal.
The Corpse Buddha retreated again, and Li Changan approached again.
Until under the plaque, there was finally no way to retreat.
Corpse Buddha turned around again.
This time.
Not a terrifying demon, nor a seductive beauty, but the appearance of a young monk.
"Kong Yan?"
"Amitabha, poor monk..."
"Go well."
Swing the sword and return it to its sheath.
There was only a headless and charred corpse lying under the "Mahatma Hall".
The Taoist priest stood in silence for a long time until it stopped moving. Then he took out the yellow book he had brought with him and turned to the page of "Corpse Buddha".
The corpse Buddha above is still exquisite and lifelike, but it no longer has the terror of leaping out and seeking to devour others.
Li Changan breathed a long sigh of relief, and the hand that tightly gripped the sword hilt finally relaxed a little, and he looked around.
The sky is clear and the sunshine is warm. As for the pavilions, white walls and golden roofs, they were all burned with coke.
That's it.
He closed the page and was about to turn around and leave. But suddenly some moist air hit his face. He looked up in shock and saw three extremely thin figures appearing in front of him.
They were three monks, one old with a compassionate face, one middle-aged with solemnity, and one young with elegance and handsomeness. The three of them all put their hands together in salute to the Taoist priest. The young monk pointed at the ground and said something, but he didn't hear clearly and disappeared in the wind without leaving a trace.
The Taoist priest looked down.
The corpse of the Corpse Buddha disintegrated bit by bit, and was blown up by the mountain wind. It was turned into dust and scattered into the embers all over the mountain, leaving only a black, gray and white mottled relic.
