The white-clothed monk was furious, as if he had seen some kind of blasphemy, and was very angry: "Let go!"

The old soul's face twitched: "Hmph, I see that you have been locked up for a long time, and your head is not bright! In the past, I was afraid of you, but now my ancestor and I are in the netherworld, and I will definitely dominate the hell in the future." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Hurry up and get out of the way, for the sake of the previous situation, I can still spare your life. "The bitter realm is in danger, he doesn't want to die here, the white-clothed monk prevents him from taking the treasure, how can the soul be kind and talk to him.

The white-clothed monk's eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous divine light: "Do you really think that the people of Buddhism will be so kind!" He didn't explain much, reciting Buddhist scriptures, the black lotus on the Black Sea had a faint tendency to withdraw, and the golden lotus swayed as if it was about to sink into the Black Sea. At this moment, the black lotus changed, the bone boat turned the spearhead, and many skeletons were the same, not aimed at the little chaos clock that was dodging around, and the scarlet light in the hollow eyes was aimed at the soul.

The sudden change was born, and the soul was so frightened that the souls of the dead were all scared! The dry bones of all the races struck back, and the souls pointed at the page of the underworld book in the center of the eyebrows, urging the mana again and again, barely stabilizing the formation. But a circle of Buddha light spread out from the body of the white-clothed monk, and the Black Sea was surrounded by Buddha light, surrounded by Phnom Penh, and the Black Sea continued to shrink. The dry bones of all ethnic groups are also slowly immersed in the sea, and the golden and black double lotus dwells in the middle of the black sea.

The soul screamed, crying bitterly in his heart, he knew that the bald donkey of the Buddha Gate was not easy to mess with, and he didn't have any good intentions. But this time, it was he who came to the door, and the people of Buddhism seemed to be helpless before agreeing to him. In fact, Buddhism has long had the intention of killing people with a knife, and in this life and this life, they can't confront Ding Feng head-on. But the constant detention of the soul with Ding Feng is a good knife.

"Demon monk, don't forget who rescued you from trouble!"

The white-clothed monk turned a deaf ear and just said, "Hey, without you, I can get out of trouble." He tightened the Buddha circle, and the boundless black sea, under the blessing of his Buddha light, shrank to the size of a palm. Trapped in the palm of the white-clothed monk, the white-clothed monk clenched his fists and sealed, and a set of extremely holy liberation mudras were typed like clouds and water: "For the devil and into the underworld, the dog thing that is not the devil and the underworld will give you a liberation today." ”

The white-clothed monk was about to cast the seal of the Great Liberation Vajra King, and a statue of the non-empty Vajra manifested, pushed horizontally with both palms, and sealed the soul in one fell swoop. The mana of the soul is on the page of the Netherworld, and now the Black Sea is trapped by the white-clothed monk, which is equivalent to clamping the mana of the ninth layer of the soul. With only one layer of mana left, how could he still have the ability to resist a set of Buddha seals of the white-clothed monk?

The gloomy face of the soul was even more gloomy, and he had to work hard, burning the essence and blood of his whole body, he was the body of the soul.

The bloodline is not a mortal, but the mount of the Hades, the essence and blood are burning, and it really touches a trace of the origin of the underworld, and the Netherworld Ancient Clan is the foundation of the world. The Netherworld Page Book has added a person's breath, and the soul is completely one with the Netherworld Page Book, giving up the yang world.

Due to the rules of heaven and earth, the soul can no longer stay in the yang world for too long, and it will be subject to the jurisdiction of the Hades King in the future, all of which are harmed by the white-clothed monk in front of him. The soul is about to be torn apart, and he hates the white-clothed monk more than Ding Feng. Because he fell into hell, once the world of suffering is destroyed, this hell will also fall. He is dead and dead, and there is no longer a chance of life.

"I want your life!"

The ghost hands of the soul were pulled at his feet, as if to capture him back to the underworld, and even the underworld appeared: "You also have today, the Hades King misses you, and is preparing to find you to go back to chatter." ”

At this moment, the shrine moved, the portal cracked, and countless sawdust flew. Two figures, one black and one white, escaped from the Buddhist shrine, and the two looked average, but they were dressed differently. One person was wearing a black and red Tai Chi fish-eye robe, and he was carrying a purple and blue double sword on his back. The other person stood in the void, clean and immaculate, and twelve colorful seven-colored sword pills moved along the person's fingertips.

The voices of the two were exactly the same, and their breaths floated, like a pair of twins, and the two of them said at the same time: "I don't think so, you Hades are not fortunate enough to talk to this old demon." ”

The black and red Tai Chi Taoist stretched out his hand and pointed out, and a small and delicate gourd hung out, and a black and red sword urn spit out from the gourd's mouth. As soon as the black and red sword basket came out, the two flying swords carried by the Taoist immediately escaped!

The sword urn turned into a hundred groups of talismans, and they all printed on the sword body, scorching the sword light, and rushed straight to the bull fight! Purple electric and green rainbows were both differentiated, and in a blink of an eye, behind the black and red Dao people, there were many dots, the sand of the Ganges River, a pair of blue rainbow and purple electric sword lights, and there was a way to change the virtual and real, which was difficult to guess!

The black and red Daoist shouted: "Xuanjian Gong, Tongtian!" Thousands of sword lights were urged together, the sword track was unpredictable, and there was a vigorous killing machine, filling the heavens and the earth, and the sky was about to die, and even the four demon eyes unconsciously put aside their eyes, for fear of being stabbed by the sword light.

Killing, the sword intent is like a brute bull, rampage.

There are infinite illusions in the eyes of the soul, each fantasy is a way to die, a thousand percent of an instant, he feels that he has died thousands of times, and the soul and body are all strangled by the sword light, and the ashes are gone. When the soul woke up and looked down at the devastated body, he knew that all this was not a hallucination.

The black and red sword basket in the air turned again, and was about to slash towards the page of the netherworld, but this page was very ghostly, and the remnant soul of the soul-detaining old demon was collected, and he escaped from the bitter realm. The black and red Daoist snorted contemptuously: "The Lord of Heavenly Strategy can't save you even if he is alive!"

The heavenly sword hoops were slashed one after another, and hundreds of groups of sword hoops stood together, forming a large array. The sword formation is actually several kinds of sword dao formations on the Flying Immortal Sword Sutra, hooked away, such as dragons, Dao swords, and fine dust! Ding Feng practiced the sword formation with the Tongtian Sword Technique, but the power added a few points of power. The 'Dao Sword' sword array is the axis, hooked away, such as the dragon many sword arrays as the auxiliary, and forms a wonderful big sword array. Within the sword array, the netherworld page book only escapes, powerless to resist, the sword array has formed a sword light, hooked away from the sword light, such as the dragon sword light to play its own wonder, more than 100 sword formations together, through the Dao sword into the sky, a sword through the heaven and earth slashed away, stunning people's hearts, unable to force the eyes.

Under the sword aura, the page of the Netherworld was directly annihilated, and between heaven and earth, there was no trace of it.

The sword light that scorched the heavens and the earth dispersed, leaving behind a black and a white, two Taoist figures. The two Ding Feng stood on the top of the void, condescending, looking at the white-clothed monk. The white-clothed monk ignored it, holding straw sandals in a pair of hands as white as jade, even if they were still stained with dirt and grass roots. The white-clothed monk regarded the straw sandals as sacred objects, and after a while, he raised his head and asked, "Do you remember this Buddha shoe?"

Ding Feng didn't respond, but said: "What if you remember, what if you don't remember? You and I have long been strangers, and a single Buddha can't recall anything." ”

The bitter realm collapsed, and it was a scene of heaven and earth falling together. A monk, a light breeze, incompatible with this apocalyptic scene.