I don't know what kind of magic power the purple light that Mi Yu Luo casts, and the golden lotus flower was supported by this purple light, and it was even slightly resisted and couldn't fall.

Murong Xian frowned slightly, and suddenly urged the magic trick in his heart, and suddenly, the Sanskrit sound sounded loudly in mid-air, and the golden lotus flower soared, and at the same time, the body was virtualized, and hundreds of golden lotuses were conjured, heading towards the throat Luo Cover...... The power of each of these golden lotuses is not weaker than before, and the momentum is amazing.

Miyuluo's face was solemn, and he pointed at the vajra suspended in front of him, and the vajra shook slightly, and the figure of a purple monster suddenly rushed out of the vajra, roaring towards the golden lotus.

Rumble!

The purple-gold light suddenly erupted, and the shadow of the monster and the golden lotus were annihilated together.

The next moment, the vajra swelled and smashed down on Murong Xianxian.

The magical power of Buddhism has a restraining effect on the demon race, which is recognized by the cultivation world, but Murong Xianxian found at this moment that the flower finger he used did not seem to cause trouble to Miyuluo.

At this moment, the vajra smashed down with the power of the vajra, and a beast roar faintly sounded in his ears, and Murong Xian's slender body suddenly stagnated, and then it was annihilated by the purple light emitted from the vajra.

Rumble!

A peaceful glow rushed out of the purple light like a small sun, and then a golden fist poked out, slammed into the vajra, and beat it into the air, and at the same time a low roar sounded, obviously the beast spirit sealed in the pestle was also attacked.

"Flower Finger, Great Light Fist,"

Mi Yu Luo was a little surprised: "I can't imagine that you can even cultivate this rare Buddhist supernatural power! It's a pity, if your cultivation is a little deeper, you may be a threat to me, and now it's still far away!"

"Not necessarily!"

Murong Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, his hands pinched, his body suddenly changed, his whole body was golden, and there was a round of Buddha light behind his head, and there was a blazing white flame burning around the Buddha light. He has three eyes on his face, eighteen arms, and holds a magic weapon on each of his arms except for the first hand on the left and right sides...... The second right hand holds the treasure seal, the third hand holds the sword, the fourth hand holds the counting beads, the fifth hand holds the Seven Treasure Tree, the sixth hand holds the axe, the seventh hand holds the hook, the eighth hand holds the purple gold bowl, the ninth hand holds the umbrella, the second left hand holds the wishful treasure tower, the third hand holds the lotus, the fourth hand holds the vajra bell, the fifth hand holds the wishful suo, the sixth hand holds the vajra wheel, the seventh hand holds the treasure conch, the eighth hand holds the net bottle, and the ninth hand holds the Prajnaparamita Sutra clip.

"Quasi-Ti Fa Xiang!"

Miyuluo's eyes showed a look of jealousy: "You have actually practiced the quasi-Tifa phase, it seems that you will not be able to leave you." ”

Before the voice fell, he had already reached out and beckoned the vajra into his palm, his figure suddenly flashed, and the next moment it had appeared on Murong Xianxian's side, the vajra emitted a purple light, and it smashed down on Murong Xianxian with a 'whew'.

While!

One of the arms of the Zhun Ti Dharma Xiang waved the vajra chakra to open the pestle, and then the other fifteen magic weapons swung out pieces of light and struck at Miyuluo.

"Magic incarnate!"

Mi Yu Luo roared, his body skyrocketed, and his height rose to three meters in an instant, and what was even more terrifying was that two hideous heads appeared on his shoulders, fireworks rose between his mouth and nose, and from under his two ribs, four more arms were born, each holding a different magic weapon, and they fought back at Murong Xianxian.

In the loud rumbling sound, the magic light and the Buddha light reflected each other. Although Mi Throat Luo is strong, Murong Xianxian has twelve more hands than him, and more than ten magic weapons support each other, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. At the beginning, there was still a bit of a loss of one or the other, but after more than a dozen rounds, Murong Xianxian finally stabilized his position, and the mutual cooperation between the magic weapons began to be reflected.

At this time, you can see where the advantage is, most of Mi Yuluo's attacks were disintegrated by Murong Xianxian, followed by a fierce counterattack...... But on the one hand, Mi Yuluo's realm is much higher than that of Murong Xianxian, and on the other hand, the actual combat experience is extremely rich, and it is not easy for Murong Xianxian to take the lead with this.

However, this battle also deepened her comprehension of the Dharma Phase, and it was rare to have such a powerful whetstone, and Murong Xianxian displayed all the magic powers of the Dharma Phase......

One by one, golden scriptures emanated from the Prajnaparamita Sutra clip, and when they fell on the vajra, they were like thunder, as heavy as Mount Tai, and fell on Miyuluo's body, and his body was like a soldering iron, burning his body with purple qi; Ruyi Suo was as upright as a dragon, sometimes straight as a gun, sometimes refining his fingers, and doing his best to change; the Seven Treasure Tree brushed out a seven-colored treasure light, brushing all the demonic qi cleanly, and Murong Xian's body was not stained in the slightest......

Although most of Miyuluo's attacks were blocked by her, the strength of this Purple Pole Demon Clan really frightened Murong Xianxian, fortunately it was still sealed, if the seal was unlocked, who else would be able to resist the strength?

The six arms of the Demon God of Miyu Luo suddenly put away the other weapons, held the vajra together, and suddenly picked it up-

Airplanes~

The void shook, and as the Demon God's law increased again, the vajra also became like a small mountain, and it smashed down towards Murong Xianxian.

Rumble!

Although the magic weapon in Murong Xianxian's hand had resisted the smashing of the vajra with all his might, part of the powerful impact force still directly affected her body. Although Murong Xian's body was strong, he was still shocked by this impact and flew out, and he couldn't even maintain the quasi-mention method...... She felt like a golf ball that had been hit by a stick, and even flew out of a parabolic trajectory.

"Hahahaha, the tone is not small, but this little supernatural power also dares to threaten the deity!No, human! Where do you want to escape?" Miyu Luo was overjoyed, but immediately found that things seemed to be unexpected, especially after seeing Murong Xian's figure distancing himself from him, Fang Shi felt that he had been fooled.

He let out a loud shout, and his body turned into a purple rainbow, shooting towards Murong Xianxian.

However, as soon as Miyuluo's body got up, the strong wind howled above his head, and a cyan giant tree fell with a bang, and he casually brushed out a purple magic light, and he didn't care...... Dragon Descending Wood is like this, it seems to be plain, but it contains power, even Miyu Luo was out of sight at this time, and his attention was all focused on Murong Xianxian.

Descending dragon wood, is the treasure of Buddhism, no less than red sandalwood. In particular, the magic weapon in Murong Xianxian's hand was refined with the Ten Thousand Years Descending Dragon Wood, and the power was huge.

Rumble!

The Qingxia purple light collided silently in the void, although it did not make a big movement, but as the large area of Qingxia purple light was annihilated, the entire void was distorted!R1152