The Great Shadow God Monarch snorted coldly, urging the mana, and the soul fixing mirror in the black clouds was also brilliant, and a miserable white bone hand also flew up from the mirror, heading straight for the golden light giant palm. www.biquge.info The two of them both moved the real fire, and used the natal true yuan to urge the magic power, and they wanted to decide life and death within one blow! The golden palm collided with the bone hand, and the air exploded into a ball of Buddha light and a cloud of black gas, entangled and uncertain.

The Snow Lady laughed, saw the opportunity, and raised her hand to see a red silk ribbon flying out, directly taking the head of the three monks. The monk pinched a Dharma seal with both hands, raised it up, and a vajra palm was like a giant mountain pressing the egg, pressing it on top of the red silk. The snow lady shook her hand, and ten thousand peach blossoms floated out of the red silk ribbon, each one was a foot in size, gorgeous and incoherent, and the peach blossoms exuded an indifferent fragrance, and there was a trace of red mist flying up, which seemed delicate and weak, but the giant palm of King Kong touched the peach blossom red mist, and immediately made a ziz sound, and it was corroded by a large piece. This Peach Blossom Devouring Yuan Mist is the secret method of the Heavenly Desire Sect, which is made of women's Tianqi filthy blood mixed with peach blossom poisonous miasma and all kinds of highly toxic and filthy things, specializing in the degrading Buddhist magic weapon Dao technique, if a mortal accidentally sucks a trace into it, it will immediately turn into pus and blood, and the poison is abnormal.

The Great Ghost God Monarch laughed: "What a trick 'Peach Blossom Devouring Yuan Mist', the Heavenly Desire Sect Spell is really eye-opening! Three hated bald donkeys, send you back to your place today!" The Snow Lady shook her hand again, and the red silk ribbon came with more than 10,000 peach blossoms in the air, and the essence of the Great Ghost God Monarch was sandwiched on both sides.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the monk secretly screamed: "No wonder when I went out, the master said that there was a small catastrophe on my trip down the mountain, and ordered me to bring the treasure of the town temple with me. At this moment, I didn't care about thinking about it anymore, and as soon as my mind moved, a book-like treasure suddenly appeared in the layers of Buddha light behind my head.

The format of this book is no different from the ordinary Buddhist scriptures in the temple, except that it is three feet large, seven inches thick, and the cover is written with gold ink on the five large characters of the "Ranga Four Scrolls Sutra". As soon as this sutra came out, it had not yet been opened, and the heavy Buddha light and supreme majesty on the sutra alone were already very amazing. The black light emitted by the soul fixing mirror was the first to bear it, shining directly on the scriptures, the Buddha's light trembled, and between the layers of ripples, there was nothing to do.

The three angry monks snorted and poured all the mana of their whole body into the scriptures. The "Four Scrolls of the Ranga Sutra" made a loud noise, and the first page was suddenly opened! A grand voice resounded through the void, only shaking the space and resounding incessantly. "That's what I heard!" This is the most classic opening line in the Buddhist scriptures, indicating that the person who wrote the sutra heard the Buddha's teachings on the Dharma with his own ears and recorded it truthfully. It was a very ordinary sentence, but under the recitation of that voice, it gave birth to infinite power out of thin air!

"If I smell it!" When the first word "such as" sounded, the soul mirror let out a terrible wail, as if a dying person had been stabbed several times, and the mirror also made a cracking sound, and when the second word "yes" sounded, the Great Ghost God Monarch was like a madman, and shouted: "The Ranga Sutra! Ah!" The black cloud was stirred by the sound of the Buddha, and constantly distorted, and the voice of the Great Ghost God Monarch was full of fear, and suddenly the black cloud rose up, and the roar broke through the air, blinking without a trace.

When the first two words sounded, the snow lady's pretty face faded with blood, the word "I" sounded, she also let out a terrible scream, the Hongling ribbon seemed to be a poisonous snake that was choked seven inches, and the ferociousness was exhausted in an instant, and the peach blossom devouring yuan mist composed of ten thousand peach blossoms also turned into wisps of green smoke and drifted away without a trace. The Snow Lady was also frightened like the Great Shadow God Monarch: "The Four Scrolls of the Lenga Sutra, you actually brought this treasure with you!" Before she finished speaking, she fled, turned into a bright red mist, and fled for her life in a hurry.

The scripture only turned one page, and with a single sound, it hit the best masters of the two demon sects and escaped with serious injuries, which also showed the unparalleled divine power of this Buddhist treasure. The three angry monks' faces turned pale, and it seemed that forcibly urging this "Ranga Four Volumes Sutra" really consumed too much of his vitality, and it took a long time before he stretched out his hand to point, and the scripture slowly fell, getting smaller and smaller, and disappeared behind his head.

The three angry monks sneered, and their eyes were full of mockery: "If the Treasure of the Crazy Immortal is born, then the people who are destined for the Xuanmen and the Demon Dao will flock here, but it's a pity that my Buddhist disciples are not allowed to participate." Could it be that the person who is destined to be among the disciples of the Xuanmen and the Demon Dao who have seized the treasure this time? Even the demons of the Soul Devouring Dao and the Heavenly Desire Sect are here, and the treasure of the Crazy Immortal Relic is afraid that it is extremely involved. It's better to find the young man first, and let him get started, so as not to be robbed of the opportunity by others. ”

Let's say that Ling Chong practiced swordsmanship in the room, and he was sweating all over, so he ordered his subordinates to prepare a large basin of hot water, took a comfortable bath, changed into dry clothes, and went out refreshingly, Shi Shiran walked to the west of the city. Across the two main streets, the voices of people gradually boiled over. The shops on both sides are lined with green bricks and tiles, shining brightly. This Xuanwu Street is the most prosperous place in Jinling City, except for Suzaku Street, which is lined with brothels, and it is only because it is full of shops selling rare objects such as antiques and antiques.

Ling Chong walked all the way, there were people constantly coming in and out of the shops on both sides, and when they saw that it was him, many people nodded and greeted him, "Second Young Master!" "Hello Young Master Ling!" Ling Chong always politely returned the salute one by one. Turn a street corner, in front of you is a three-storey ancient building, in the middle of the hanging plaque, on the book "Treasure Pavilion" three gilt characters.

Ling Chong stepped in, the hall on the first floor was full of celebrity calligraphy and paintings, all kinds of antiques, it was more than a dozen guests accompanied by a few guys to choose antiques, a guy with sharp eyes, saw Ling Chong hurriedly running over, and said with a smile: "Er Shao is here! You are upstairs, please, it just so happens that our shopkeeper has just received a batch of good goods, and I want to ask you to take a look!"

The Ling family is a huge wealth, Ling Zhen is cautious by nature, all the wine and wealth are eliminated, only love the way of antique calligraphy and painting, and is still an expert in it, plus the family is rich, as long as you encounter genuine treasures, you will not hesitate to buy them, collect them. Therefore, there is no old antique shop on the entire Xuanwu Street who does not know this Ling Shilang Ling. When Ling Chong was seven or eight years old, he was taken in and out of these old shops by Ling Zhen, watching Ling Zhen and the shopkeepers appreciate antiques together, he was young and intelligent, and he could learn more and ask more questions, and within a few years, he actually learned a belly of antique knowledge, just like an appraisal expert.

It's just that later he got tired of Confucianism and Taoism, refused to learn, and was severely taught a lesson by Ling Zhen, thinking that antiques were also the cause of his discouragement, so he forbade him to come to Xuanwu Street to hang out again, not only that, but even the monthly money with him dropped sharply from the previous thirty taels to ten taels.

These ten taels of silver are enough for a year's life in ordinary people's homes, but Ling Chong has always liked rare things, and he is used to spending money lavishly, which can kill him, and he has been silent for a while. Later, the old lady couldn't bear it, and secretly stuffed him with a lot of silver taels, Ling Chong had more money on hand, this time he took all his belongings of two thousand taels of silver, and wanted to buy a good ancient sword to practice swordsmanship.

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