Grandma took a deep breath, and the broken rattan that had just been broken healed immediately.

"Little monk, I didn't want you to die so miserably! Just now you said that you turned back to the shore, now, you might as well look back!" Grandma finally became calm.

Suddenly, the sound of the guqin stopped abruptly.

The monk was shocked, and quickly turned around, but saw four or five rattans growing out of the ground at some point, and at this time Buyi had been tied up in a strong knot, and even his mouth was sealed, leaving only a pair of Dan eyes looking at him with affection.

Buyi's eyes were extremely clear, just a moment of eye contact, and the monk understood what Buyi meant, and Buyi asked the monk to leave himself alone, and just defeat his grandmother without distraction.

And the empty monk just shook his head gently.

I saw that the empty monk gently folded his hands, and a glass-like barrier immediately enveloped Buyi, and the green vines tied to Buyi's body immediately withered and fell off from Buyi's body.

At this moment, he saw his grandmother smile evilly, "What is a young man? You said that you are a monk who has a good relationship and love?

As soon as the words fell, a green vine quickly pierced out of the ground, directly through the right shoulder of the empty monk, and nailed the empty monk to the ground. It's just that although the empty monk was nailed to the ground, his hands were gently folded, but he never let go.

The monk's throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and there were immediately a few more golden lotus flowers on the muddy ground.

In Buddhism, there is a saying that the blood of the monk will turn golden, grandma looked at the few golden lotus flowers on the ground, and finally confirmed that the monk has indeed become holy, and the importance of the monk is deeper, and immediately runs the true yuan of the whole body, and the blood is boiling, and it is bound to take advantage of the monk's injury to take his life in one fell swoop, and no longer retain the idea of absorbing his essence to improve his cultivation when the monk is dying.

As soon as Bu Yi saw that Kongwei monk was injured, he immediately became nervous, and was about to get up, but when he saw Kongwei monk smiling at him and motioning for him to sit down.

"Leave me alone, just play that song that night!" said the monk Kongwei, his eyes full of anticipation.

Monk Kongwei didn't say which song it was that night, but Bu Yi still nodded solemnly, but his face was full of spring.

"Zheng...... Zheng ......"

Bu Yi is sitting in a positive posture, stabilizing his mind, putting the guqin horizontally on his lap, the true yuan is circulating at the fingertips, a touch of the strings, it is a roaring flow of war spirit, there is no sword energy on the strings, but the string sound is inspiring, it is simply surging, even after Zhong Yebai and Niu Si, who are hanging in the belly of the "big dragon" a hundred zhang away, hear the sound of the piano, the sluggish spirit is also lifted, and even the fighting spirit to kill the Tyrannosaurus rex.

"Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dream back to blow the horn company camp, eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. ”

Nailed to the ground by the green vine, the monk cooperated with the rhythm of the piano sound, and slowly chanted.

This song is a border war song, which has been hummed by the border soldiers of Xuanguo for hundreds of years.

A hundred years ago, the demon clan rose again, taking advantage of the chaotic spring and autumn war of the nine countries of the East Earth Continent, and whipped south from the far north, and although the Xuanguo at that time lived in a corner, only sitting in Youzhou and Liangzhou, it still carried the banner of the northern demon clan.

In that great war between the human race and the demon race, five of the nine countries were pessimistic.

For example, the royal family of Qi even built a white ship with the strength of the whole country, looted countless people's fat and ointment, and wanted to bring more than 30,000 people from the royal family and members of several major families to Fusang when the demon clan invaded the Central Plains, in order to seek the continuation of the royal family and the family of Qi.

Although most of the nine kingdoms were pessimistic, in addition to Xuanguo, there were still three kingdoms that sent reinforcements to Xuanguo, and Wei Wujian, the prince of Dongyue, even led an army of 700,000 troops from Dongyue to attack for a long time, galloping 3,000 miles to aid the border of Xuanguo, and built a city that stretched for more than 300 miles with Xuanguo and other three countries.

In that battle, the Emperor of Xuanguo, who was the third in the world in terms of combat power, fell in the battle, and Wei Wujian, a Confucian swordsman and the prince of Dongyue, who was known as once in five hundred years, spent his whole body cultivation, and the more than 3,000 heroes who rushed to the battlefield only returned a few hundred.

In that battle, there was not one out of ten Xuanguo troops, and all the 700,000 troops of Dongyue were shrouded in horse leather, and although the other two countries were in a better situation, only more than 100,000 wounded and disabled soldiers returned to China.

But in that battle, the Four Nations Alliance beheaded more than 300,000 demon soldiers, three of the four demon protectors left their bodies on the battlefield, and the demon leader Da Heitian was seriously injured, if he was not forcibly rescued by the only remaining protector, I am afraid that he would also fall.

And that battle also played out the peace of the East Earth Continent for a hundred years.

And the words recited by the monk in cooperation with Bu Yi are the words composed by the Confucian swordsman Wei Wujian who stood at the head of the North City before facing the demon army.

The monk Kongwei, who was chanting the battle words, slowly stood up and slowly pulled out the green vine spear that pierced his left shoulder, and golden blood was sprinkled all over the ground.

"Have you ever seen the Bodhisattva with low eyebrows, but have you ever seen King Kong's angry eyes?" Monk Kongwei said lightly to his grandmother, "Monks can't break the killing vows, but today the poor monk will break it, so let the poor monk come to surpass the soul entangled in your body!"

Suddenly, the empty monk's qi and blood skyrocketed, and as soon as he stepped out, a golden lotus was born under his feet, and a golden staff appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he jumped high and smashed it on his grandmother's head.

At the same time, the grandmother's body crackled, her muscles bulged high, and her body was several times larger in the blink of an eye, and it was still soaring at this time, and behind her, thousands of rattans danced in the wind, and suddenly lashed down for the monk.

It's just that the empty monk is very full of blood at this time, and he still smashes it at his grandmother with an indomitable momentum, and countless rattans will be broken in response to the sound once they come into contact with the golden light emitted by the staff in the hands of the empty monk, just a breathing time, and the empty monk's staff will break off thousands of rattans with the momentum of destruction and decay, and a staff will be smashed to the forehead of grandma.

Just when the seven rings at the top of the staff were three feet away from Grandma's forehead, I saw that Grandma's eyebrows suddenly opened a vertical eye, and in the blink of an eye, a green light shot out, right on the staff.

The empty monk felt a shock from the tiger's mouth, the staff almost left his hand, the empty monk endured the pain and grabbed it, the tiger's mouth was actually cracked by the staff, and the golden blood continued to seep out.

Just when the empty monk had not yet stood firm, he saw the grandmother smile evilly, and the eyebrows and eyes shot out a green light again, and this green light reached the heart of the empty monk.

As a last resort, the monk Kongwei had to forcibly put the staff on his chest, which was able to block the green light, but the power of the green light was too great, and this blow made the monk Kongwei unable to stop his body and retreated dozens of feet away.

Grandma smiled, "Little monk, do you think that you are the only one who has broken through the Holy Realm? Grandma will let you know what it means to be one foot high and one foot tall and one foot high!"

After that, grandma blinked her eyes, and a green light was blocked by the monk Kongwei with a staff, and another green light came, and after a few times, the monk had retreated to the same place, and the hands holding the staff were already drenched in blood, and the shining staff was already a little dim.

It's just that the vacant monk muttered in a low voice, and no one heard it.

"I'm sorry, the poor monk is not a Taoist, he is a monk!"