What does "not bad" mean? Indestructible means "indestructible", and breaking and then standing up also means "indestructible". The seven strands of netherworld energy hidden in the twenty-one thunder and fire swords are almost equivalent to a full blow from Zhao Hu, the Emperor of Heaven, which caused Jia Lan to shed his old skin and take his "vajra indestructible body" to a higher level. Qingxizi raised her eyebrows and was about to open her eyes. She didn't feel that the "Eye of the Netherworld" had gained Garland. She screamed secretly in her heart and turned her eyes to Wen Shan. Suddenly, there was a strong wind above her head, and the round elephant had already pressed down on her head regardless of her own safety. , both fists smashed down together, with great force.
As if the horn of attack was blown, and the whole body was moved with a single blow, the two monks Wenshan and Jueli groaned, and attacked from the side one after another. They were only a moment apart, and they were attacked from three sides at the same time. This was not the worst, Jia Lan His eyes suddenly lit up, like shooting stars in the night sky, and he rushed forward with overwhelming force and sharpness. The Buddhist lineage cultivates the "indestructible body of vajra", and the physical body is tempered thousands of times, which is no different from the magic weapon of life. Qingxizi was eager to dodge, but was caught by Jia Lan from a distance. His shoulders were like two mountains pressing down, and he could not move. He had no choice but to do so. Next, she suddenly opened her "eyes of the underworld" and looked directly at Garland.
It's like falling into a dark and cold void, with nothing above or below the ground. There are countless destructive shadows hidden in the darkness, and the soul is frightened by it and becomes restless. Jia Lan showed no fear. He applied the fearless seal with his left hand and the demon subduing seal with his right hand. He recited the mantra and the Buddha's light all over his body shone brightly. His "vajra indestructible body" was as solid as a rock and was not invaded by the teachings of the underworld. He suddenly said "Lion" "Roar", Qing Xizi, who had been preparing for a long time, shook the world with a loud roar, thick blood and tears dripped from his eyebrows, and his energy plummeted.
The fists of Yuan Xiang, Wen Shan, and Jue Li approached one after another. Qingxizi sacrificed the back earth plate in his busy schedule. A yellow light covered his body and resisted the punches. Jialan stretched out his right arm. The thumb Buddha's light flashed, as if she were in a deserted place, and the yellow light separated and pressed between her eyebrows. A "卍" character is printed on the center of Qingxizi's eyebrows. The "eye of the netherworld" is broken by Buddhism and turns into a cloud of black air. It rushes left and right into a trapped beast fight. Qingxizi is attacked from the front and back. There are flaws everywhere in Qingxizi. The plate made a crisp sound and split into three pieces. The yellow light was swept away, and the surging punch force was applied to the body. Xuanyu Taoist Robe could only bear a small part, and the physical body was severely injured. The internal and external injuries were like a flash flood, and it was out of control.
Jialan raised his sleeves and brushed them away, dispelling the power of his fist in time, and gently pushed Yuan Xiang, Wen Shan, and Jue Li away, saving her half life. Qing Xizi was on the verge of falling, but she managed to hold on without falling, her face as pale as paper. , looking at Jialan silently, there was a trace of despair in Feng's eyes. She was severely injured, her body was on the verge of collapse, and the energy in her body was in chaos. She relied on thousands of years of Taoism to hold her breath. The matter had reached this point and was irreversible. Since Jia Lan did not kill her, there was still a chance. Hope, don’t give up!
Jia Lan sighed, raised his eyes to look at Shen Yuanqiong, and said: "Fortunately, the old monk did not disgrace his life. Qingxizi will be handed over to fellow Taoist Shen. However, her injuries are not serious. I'm afraid she won't last long..."
Shen Yuanqiong saw it clearly from beginning to end. Qingxizi's eyebrows were darkened under the "卍" seal. His physical body was severely damaged, and most of his life was lost. He had no energy left to make a comeback. But Qingxizi is a golden immortal among golden immortals. Anything can happen, and who can say for sure! He secretly pushed the two swords of Yin Shen and Yang Shen, and the golden threads rippled out, submerged into Qingxizi's body, and entangled in the vital points of the body, without causing them to release, and put on heavy shackles to prevent accidents. Seeing how cautious he was, Jia Lan couldn't help but smile slightly. Although he thought it was unnecessary, he just took it to heart, and gained an additional layer of understanding of his son's prudence.
The golden thread entered the body and became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Qingxizi could no longer hold up and fell softly. Shen Yuanqiong rushed forward in time to catch her and said to Jialan: "Thank you, masters, please stop here." Waiting for each other, a hundred days later, we will still meet here to discuss the big plan."
Jialan clasped his hands together happily and said, "Friend Shen, please help yourself. The old monk is waiting for good news."
Yuan Xiang also hurriedly clasped his hands together, quite puzzled in his heart. Senior Brother Jialan was so polite to this person and wanted to "discuss the big plan" with him. Could it be that he was deliberately using his position to help? He had fought against Shen Yuanqiong. Although this son was tyrannical, ordinary golden immortals might not get good results, but the big things planned by the Buddhist lineage were so dangerous. It didn't matter if he had more of him or less of him. Why was senior brother so serious?
Jia Lan saw the doubts in the mind of Junior Brother Yuan Xiang, and asked the three of them to come down from the clouds, sit down on the top of the mountain, consider their words, and tell them their plans. A ruler who is not secret will lose his ministers, and a minister who is not secret will lose his body. If a few things are not secret, it will cause harm. Before, only Yuan Xiang had a slight idea of Jia Lan's thoughts, and the rest of the Buddhist cultivators were kept in the dark. This time the four of them avoided it. Open the eyes and ears of Heaven, attack Qingxizi, and do such a big thing. There is no way out, so you should clearly explain the stakes. Moreover, there are nine Buddhist cultivators left in Yunlan Hall. How to inform them and coordinate internally and externally still requires everyone to discuss together and come up with a rough idea.
Shen Yuanqiong and Qingxizi drifted away, crossed the deep sea, and came to a desert island. This is the place where the beautiful python, a demon cultivator in heaven, is buried, and it is also the place of opportunity on his path to practice. Bixiazi is smiling and accompanying her, using the "prey technique" to devour flesh and blood, and improving his Taoism. Such days are gone forever, and he is better than Stronger than ever and colder than ever.
Since he left, the island has become completely deserted, the vegetation has withered, and all living things have disappeared. The rat, rabbit, and demon have disappeared, and no one has set foot on this unknown land. Shen Yuanqiong raised his eyes and looked around, with a smile on his face. He casually sank the Linhu Bronze Temple to the bottom of the sea, removed the restrictions, and still quietly absorbed the sea water. He lifted Qingxizi and went deep into the hinterland, where he found a dry cave. Drop her to the ground.
The "卍" character seal was still entangled with the black energy between the eyebrows, and it was difficult to distinguish them for a while. Although Jia Lan had great supernatural powers, he did not know the Tao and could not completely destroy the netherworld energy. Shen Yuanqiong watched intently for a long time, then pushed the Huangquan Taoism to take advantage of the void, and with four or two strokes of a thousand catties, the Buddhist power left by Jialan and the remaining netherworld energy in Qingxizi's body were eliminated together, and they died together without leaving any trace.
Qing Xizi lay quietly on the ground, her eyes closed tightly, and she was drowsy. She had a slim figure under her Taoist robe, her chest was rising and falling slightly, and she had no resistance. Shen Yuanqiong watched her quietly, memories emerged from the depths of his heart, and unforgettable scenes flashed before his eyes.
The twenty-one thunder and fire swords fell from the sky and submerged them. The earth was torn apart, like a wrecked ship, slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea. He blocked the front of Bixiazi with his horizontal sword. Bixiazi curled up behind him, like a helpless child, squatting on her heels with her hands on her knees, sobbing softly, her eyes filled with tears, and a bamboo slip fell from her fingers. , broken into two parts. The sea breeze blew by, and the sobbing stopped abruptly. Bixiazi's lips wriggled slightly, but she said nothing. Her body suddenly shattered like porcelain, and a puff of fly ash scattered in the wind, disappearing between the sea and the sky.
