In the dark night.
Universal wisdom activates Brahma Prajna, the Buddha's light shines brightly, and he crashes into the black air.
Boom! !
A thunderous sound sounded in the black air, and a moment later, Pu Zhi was seen holding a child named Lin Jingyu under his ribs, falling slowly, but a piece of the cassock behind him was torn off.
Obviously, Puzhi didn't take much advantage in the previous flash fight.
The black air lingered on the grass temple, and a hoarse voice came out: "Where does this bald donkey dare to meddle in my business? If you have any sense, please return that child to me as soon as possible."
Yu Liancheng rubbed the smooth top of his head, feeling offended.
Putting his hands together, Universal Wisdom said: "Amitabha, monks are compassionate. I can't just watch my child suffer at your hands."
The man said angrily: "Thief bald donkey, you are looking for death!!"
As he finished speaking, there was a roar in the black air that had been hovering. The red light bloomed, the smelly air was overwhelming, and a red flag about two feet high slowly rose. The sound of ghosts crying became more and more shrill, as if countless ghosts were also crying. During this period, there was also a faint sound of bones cracking, which was shocking to hear.
"The bald thief shall die!"
A triangular figure with four eyes, a sharp mouth and fangs turned into a real entity, rushed out of the red flag, and rushed towards Monk Puzhi with an extremely fishy aura.
"Poisonous Blood Flag!" A look of anger suddenly appeared on Pu Zhi's old face, and he shouted: "You dare to practice such evil things that destroy your conscience. I will never spare you today."
The more powerful this poisonous blood flag is, the more serious it will be to innocent people during the refining process. To refine the power in front of you, you need at least three hundred people to drain their blood.
Puzhi did not put down the child under his ribs. He just made the Buddhist lion seal on one hand, and a golden circle faintly glowed from his fingertips. The golden light was brilliant, the awe-inspiring righteousness, and the ghosts were resisting in mid-air.
The monk in white walked slowly towards his senior brother, not in a hurry to help.
Pu Zhi is one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple and one of the top masters in the world. How can someone just show up and deal with him?
As soon as this thought came to an end, Puzhi's figure suddenly shook, and the golden halo in front of him became unstable. The monster in front opened a huge blood-red eye on its forehead, and suddenly a red light shot out, shattering the golden gun and hitting Puzhi hard on the chest, sending him flying out. Fortunately, the white-robed monk caught him. Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be seriously injured.
"Brother, how are your injuries?" Yu Liancheng supported Pu Zhi and injected the Brahma Prajna from the same sect into Pu Zhi's body.
Puzhi spat out another mouthful of hot blood, dyeing the monk's clothes in front of him red. A wave of severe pain accompanied by a numb and itchy feeling approached his heart. If it hadn't been for the help of his junior brother, the consequences would have been disastrous: "Fortunately..."
He forced himself to calm down and looked out of the corner of his eyes at the child who fainted on the ground. He saw a colorful centipede slowly crawling out from under his clothes. It was as big as the palm of his hand. The strangest thing was that its tail had seven forks, each with its own unique shape. The same, the colors are gorgeous, and the beauty of the color is a bit terrifying: "Seven-tailed centipede!? You deliberately concealed your strength and put the strange poison on this child, are you here for me?"
The man in the black energy chuckled and said: "Bald donkey, hand over the blood-devouring bead, and I will give you the seven-tailed centipede antidote and let your brothers go. Even if you don't think about yourself, you still have to think about your thousand-year-old child." Tianyin Temple Wizards will consider it."
"Amitabha." A clear Buddhist chant sounded, and the monk in white slowly walked out from behind Pu Zhi. He pressed his palm diagonally and immediately shook the seven-tailed centipede that crawled off the child into a pulp: "Since the donor knows that the young monk is a thousand-year-old monk from Tianyin Temple, Why do you dare to be so presumptuous when you are such a talented person? Are you so careless about life and death?"
His demeanor was still so gentle and carefree, but there was a burning fighting spirit shining deep in his eyes.
This fighting spirit does not belong to the gentle and elegant monk Puzhen, but from Yu Liancheng, the unparalleled powerhouse who dominates the world and defeats powerful enemies from all directions.
"Damn it!"
Seeing the seven-tailed centipede turning into a tragic death, the Black Mist man was furious. This is a strange poison in the world. Even top masters like Pu Zhi have been infected by it. This shows that Ben will be of great use in the future.
But he didn't expect to be shocked to death by the monk's palm.
In addition, he knew that this seven-tailed centipede had become a psychic, and when they really started fighting, they were no longer inferior to ordinary monks, but they were easily killed by Puzhen. The strength of this little bald donkey should not be underestimated.
In addition, he already had a bad feeling about this wonderful monk in white, so he no longer hesitated and activated the poisonous blood flag again.
"I don't know what is good or bad, so I will send you to see the Buddha."
The red light flashed, the poisonous blood flag waved in the wind, and dozens of ghost faces appeared simultaneously in the mournful ghost cry. The sinister wind howled, hovering slightly in the air, and they all rushed towards Puzhen.
"Junior brother, be careful!" Puzhi said hurriedly, but the poison in his body caused another mouthful of blood to spurt out.
"Senior brother, don't worry about exorcising the poison. Leave this person to me."
The monk in white recited the "Six-Character Great Ming Mantra", and the beads hanging around his neck were suspended in the air, spinning in front of him, each one emitting golden light, forming a thick and solid golden wall of light.
The ghostly faces were already in front of him, and the bloody air rushed towards his face. But once it came into contact with the golden light, it couldn't move forward even half a minute and was stuck in mid-air.
"The little bald donkey has some abilities, but my poisonous blood flag is more than that."
A cold sound came from the black air, and all the ghost faces suddenly merged into a huge ghost face as tall as a person, with a green face and fangs, and bursts of evil energy.
Under the impact of this grimace, the golden wall of light was crumbling.
"Bah!"
There was a bit of awe in Puzhen's handsome face. With a loud shout, he roared like a lion in Buddhism, and the sound shook the whole place. The beads hanging in front of him were driven by the Prajna of Brahma. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, turning into a vajra demon-conquering pestle, which thrust forward violently, piercing the person who was rushing forward. On top of the huge ghost face. The ghost face immediately let out a shrill howl, struggled a few times, and turned into black energy that dissipated.
As soon as the huge grimace dispersed, a hole appeared in the poisonous blood flag, and a muffled groan sounded in the black energy. It was obvious that the person in the black energy was not feeling well.
The wonderful monk in white, with fluttering clothes, controlled the demon-conquering pestle, turned into golden light, and charged towards the black energy. Golden and red light suddenly emitted from the black air, and from time to time the six-character mantra or the wail of a fierce ghost sounded.
"In just two years, my junior brother has improved so quickly in cultivation. He is indeed a genius who appears once in a thousand years." Looking at the two people fighting in the sky, Pu Zhi couldn't help but sigh, and then his mind changed again: "Although that man hides his head and shows his tail, he is also a master of demonic power with profound magic power. After all, my junior brother is still young and lacks fighting experience. I need to recover as soon as possible and go to help, so as not to fall into that man's way."
Thinking like this, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the poison.
It was a pity that the poison of the seven-tailed centipede was too strong. Even though he had powerful Buddhist cultivation, he could not get rid of the poison for a while, and the poison even invaded his heart.
boom!
There was another muffled sound in mid-air, golden light exploded, black air billowed endlessly, and finally dispersed in all directions, disappearing into nothingness.
In the black mist, in addition to the wonderful monk in white, there is a tall and thin man covered in black robes. His specific appearance and age cannot be seen clearly, only a pair of sinister eyes are revealed. There was also a long sword tied behind his back.
The wonderful monk in white clothes slowly landed in front of the ruined temple. The vajra in front of him painted his handsome face with a touch of gold. He clasped his hands together and said, "You are such a Taoist, why don't you dare to see people?"
The man in black's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said sternly: "Hey, I will kill you without a burial today."
The wonderful monk in white felt that this sentence was familiar to him for no reason. It seemed that many people had said it to him. As for the final result, seeing as he is still standing here with his head and tail intact, there is no need to say more.
On the other side, the man in black pulled out the long sword behind him with a "swish" sound. The sword was as clear as autumn water, with a faint green light attached to it. The sword body trembled slightly, making a sound like a dragon's roar.
"What a sword." The wonderful monk in white praised him.
He has a very special feeling for swords. In many memories, he has defeated powerful enemies with a sword.
The man in black hummed, held the sword in his hand, stepped on the seven stars, walked seven steps in a row, and suddenly pierced the sky with the long sword, muttering something in his mouth:
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turned into divine thunder.
The brilliant power of heaven is drawn with the sword.
For a moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly surged, thunder roared, and lightning flashed wildly from the edge of the black clouds. The sky and the earth were filled with a chill and strong winds.
"The True Secret of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder!?" The expression of the white-clothed monk changed slightly. He recognized the magical power of the man in black, and at the same time gave up the idea of interrupting the other party's spellcasting.
He knew that the "True Art of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder" was one of Qingyun Sect's mountain-suppressing miraculous arts. It was so magical that when the spell was cast, a layer of invisible aura was naturally laid around the caster through the divine weapons. It is absolutely difficult to break.
Instead of wasting your true power, it is better to wait for the divine thunder to arrive.
"It's the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder True Technique! Is he from the Qingyun Sect?"
Puzhi, who had expelled the poison, suddenly opened his eyes. His originally pale face was as white as a piece of paper, with a hint of surprise and a little bit of inexplicable fanaticism in his eyes.
Looking up at the sky, dark clouds were pressing over the top, and a huge vortex slowly appeared in the thick clouds, as if it was a passage leading to the netherworld. The thunder had never been so deafening, and the lightning had never been so dazzling that it was almost difficult for him to look straight.
It seems that the sky is about to fall.
"Junior brother, let's go quickly! This is Qingyun Sect's divine sword Yu Lei, it can't be stopped!" Pu Zhi hissed.
"It's too late." The white-robed monk's voice was so calm, and there was no emotion in his eyes, and even... there was even a little disappointment.
Even he himself was a bit baffled by his disappointment.
Could it be that he is disappointed that this true technique is not powerful enough? Can't you kill yourself?
Boom! !
In mid-air, an unprecedented thunder exploded, making people's eardrums buzz. Then he saw a dazzling bolt of lightning falling from the sky, striking into the world, and landing on the sword of the man in black.
For a moment, the man in black's clothes all bulged up, his eyes widened, as if they were about to fall apart at any moment. It was dozens of feet in radius, and under the strong illumination of the electric light, it looked like daylight.
Puzhi's eyes once again showed strange fanaticism
I heard the man in black shouting loudly, using his left hand to draw the sword and move his wrist with all his strength. There was another muffled thunder, and the electric light on the sword shot out and slashed towards Yulian City.
Boom! !
Along the way, lightning passed by, vegetation, trees and bricks. Everyone was shocked and scattered in all directions. Only the road in the middle left a deep burning mark, and the wisps of electric light remained.
Just when the thunder and lightning were about to hit the monk in white, his clasped hands melted, and the vajra suddenly stretched out and turned into a precious umbrella in an instant, with purple gold, silver, colored glaze, crystal, etc. on it. The seven Buddhist treasures are used as decoration. It was so gorgeous that it completely covered Yu Liancheng's figure.
In an instant, the electric light hit the treasure umbrella.
For a time, there was endless thunder, and blazing white light illuminated the heaven and earth, as brilliant as a sun exploding. With Yulian City as the center, objects several feet in diameter were sent flying in all directions.
"How can it be?!"
Looking at the precious umbrella held steady in the electric light, a hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the man in black. This Divine Sword and Thunder Control Technique was actually unable to break through the opponent's defense.
Little did he know that the thing in the hands of the white-clothed monk was tempered by the four sacred stones and the Great Evil King, plus peerless blood. It was a true divine weapon with the characteristics of immortality and immortality. This characteristic ensures that Wan Dao Wuji is difficult to be destroyed, at least it cannot be broken by this divine sword and thunder control technique.
The electric light and the treasure umbrella were in a stalemate.
The white light of the sun became the only color between heaven and earth.
After a moment, the man in black's eyes flashed, and suddenly the long sword in his hand moved again. The remaining electric light passed by the umbrella and blasted towards the ruined temple. The moment he blasted out, he turned into black light and drove away with his sword.
I have to say that this person is very decisive. The Divine Sword Controlling Thunder Art cannot play a decisive role, so he must retreat. Otherwise, when Pu Zhi suppresses the toxin and joins forces with Yu Liancheng, he will be in bad luck.
At this time, the remaining electric light was used to hit Puzhi, making it impossible for Yulian City to catch up.
Yu Liancheng hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped back, and at the same time opened the umbrella wider to protect Puzhi and the child behind him. As for the ruined temple, it was shattered into pieces in the lightning.
"Brother, I'll chase that person, so you can rest easy." The lightning dissipated, and the monk in white flew away with his umbrella, heading straight towards the direction where the man in black escaped.
The surrounding scenery passed by quickly, and at the same time, his spiritual thoughts swept around, not sparing any corner.
After about ten breaths, a ray of light came from the distance, and a clear voice came from the light: "Junior Brother Puzhen, what happened?"
When the monk in white saw the person coming, he was not surprised, clasped his hands together and said, "Senior Brother Cangsong, why are you here?"
After a while.
Changes rise sharply! !
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