Chapter 480: Into the Demon
Master Yunmu's attitude was very sincere, as if he had come to teach a disciple.
"Old man thinks about it, maybe this is fate, we want to send billions of lives to the arms of the Holy Son, those creatures will naturally resist, they don't understand the beauty of the Holy Son, these resentments have become a breath outside the mountain. ”
"We are fighting against this qi, and you are the person who has been selected and embodied. ”
"The battle between you and me is in fate, and this is a battle that is destined. ”
Lu Feng was stuffy when he was talked, what life, what fate, it was all.
The pigeon flies, with a graceful posture, like a swan, and every feather is shining with a brilliant Buddha light.
The abbot of the Three Immortal Gates, the existence of an overnight epiphany.
"Please advise. Lu Feng raised his knife and clenched his fists, he stood on the bloody ground, his black clothes like the armor of a guardian.
"This is fate, it is also cause and effect, and it is also the confrontation between potential, not teaching. ”
The wind was blowing, and the sound of the rescue plane in the distance gradually disappeared, and Lu Feng and Master Yunmu seemed to be in two worlds.
One is in the light, the other is in the dark.
Lu Feng raised his hand, and the aura turned into a bow, and he used the pig-killing knife as an arrow, pulled the bowstring, and aimed at Master Yunmu.
"Master, I don't know if your pigeons are suitable for pigeon soup?"
"It's not raised by the old man, it's borrowed from the Western Temple, but after the baptism of the light of the old man's Buddhist scriptures, it can barely be regarded as an old man's raising. ”
"The holy dove is brilliant and scorching like a cloud, but it is not to be stewed. ”
Lu Feng's arms were tense, and the roots and veins were clearly visible, but the momentum of the bow and arrow was rising.
Lu Feng was dignified, and he didn't think about getting close immediately, but tempted.
Wind and rain.
Before the arrow was fired, the cold wind had already made the white pigeon feel murderous, and the autumn wind was blowing, and the confetti and bottles and cans on the ground were flying everywhere.
Master Yunmu's face was slightly solemn, he had seen many geniuses, his eyes were like pearls, how could he not see Lu Feng's strength and weakness.
The other party is now completely not inferior to the disciples of his Three Immortal Sect.
"The saint doesn't die, the thief doesn't stop!" Lu Feng drank resolutely.
"Ridiculous!" Master Yunmu finally became angry.
This is the pinnacle duel, placed in the mountain, it is enough to be one of the most powerful battles in the Spirit Realm, but outside the mountain, basically no one sees it.
Lu Feng's fingers let go, and the arrow flew away, this first arrow, although it was a temptation, still used the cutting charm in the cursive characters.
The north wind swept the white grass and folded!
Let's ask in the mountains, in the Agile Realm, who can take action against the host of the Three Immortal Gates, just like challenging the sky.
But Lu Feng did.
Master Yunmu frowned slightly, stretched out his hand, and twelve white doves were chirping, which was moving music, and it was a tassel falling from the sky.
From Lu Feng to Master Yunmu, there was only a distance of less than twenty meters, and suddenly, a milky white airflow channel was formed between the two, and the pig-killing knife burst away, cutting the air.
Underneath it, the bloodstained ground burst open.
The pig-killing knife is not visible to the naked eye, and there is already more than one grass character on this knife.
In an instant, the pig-killing knife hit a white pigeon, and the feathers of the white pigeon were disturbed, which was very beautiful.
Then the crimson blood seeped out of its abdomen, and it was very conspicuous in the light.
Boom!
The pigeon was cut in two pieces and landed on the ground, its white feathers covered with dust and blood splattered all over its wings.
"Look, Master, they're dead, just like us. ”
"Death is a hard thing to see. ”
"And the brighter it is, the darker it is. ”
The carcass of the pigeon, especially visible on the ground.
Master Yunmu clasped his hands together, and the wooden fish was thrown into his sleeve, and at this moment, a series of Buddha beads were wrapped around the fingers of his right hand.
"The candle is the light, the glow is the light, the moonlight is the light, the sun is the light, the water is the light, the mountain is the light, and life is also the light. ”
Master Yunmu muttered, looking at a dead white dove on the ground.
"Light is light, and where there is darkness, light never dies. ”
Airplanes!
The white dove's wound healed, and it rose from the pool of blood, shaking its wings, and its spirit was still there.
Master Yunmu flicked his sleeves again.
This seemingly simple flick of the sleeves contains extremely terrifying mysteries, which are performed by twelve white doves.
The white dove suddenly flew towards Lu Feng, each of them was as holy as an angel, their wings flapped gently, and in an instant, countless lights were swept into it, forming a sword of light.
The speed of the sword was extremely fast, and Lu Feng only had time to move sideways for half a step, and in the end he could only use light for light.
With his hands, he cast three Buddha lights, each of which had the shadow of the Buddha.
"The knife opens the Buddha's light!"
The air shook violently, and the fountain next to it seemed to explode at any moment.
Lu Feng's teeth clenched, the other party's light was too intense, and it was extremely sharp.
His knuckles turned white and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
In fact, he was not at the peak now, because he had fought with the Hundred Refining Demon Venerable and the Invincible Venerable before, and he had also used demon fire.
However, the blow was finally blocked.
"The knife opens the Buddha's light, this is the sword technique of the Buddha Sect......" Master Yunmu was surprised, but immediately figured it out.
"It seems that you have been in contact with Mo Guantian, this exercise