Put your hands together, and start with a scripture! The meaning of righteousness and righteousness burst outward from the words and sentences, and in an instant, the golden arc light swept away the evil miasma that had risen by the river at some point. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 At this time, Qin Xiaochuan raised the sleeves of his robe and already held the heavy black sword at his waist. As soon as the blade of the sword appeared, the black light slashed through the golden rays, as if with a little firefire, and with a heavy and fierce momentum, it cut off the ragged demon corpse that rose from the ground in front of him.

At the same time, several minions that jumped out of the river slammed into the white-robed man's back, but they were shot out by a circle of golden mangs, and they fell back into the river.

Only then did Qin Xiaochuan withdraw his left hand and gently wipe the blade of his right hand: "Let's try." His tone was light-hearted, completely oblivious to the growing number of demons around him. Although it was daytime, the light was further dimmed, and the evil qi around it gathered at a rapid speed, and the river was silent and waveless, as if a strange murmur came from nowhere, mixed with the wind and almost misheard.

Let's try this nightmare, how the hell can it be killed!

The corpses scattered by the heavy sword continued to reunite into human form, and the evil creatures that were bounced by the Buddha's light stretched out their claws and climbed up from the water. The rustling of footsteps chilled in the silence, and the heavy sword silently swept the wind, thudding off the heads of the two corpses again.

“…… Useless. The corpse with the severed head swooped in from above in a posture that was even more swift than just now, Qin Xiaochuan's footsteps turned, the black sword flew between the white hair, and the black sword in his hand seemed to have no edge, but it had a compelling and awe-inspiring posture, born of native gold, invincible!

With the movement of his wrist, three sword shadows were sent out almost at the same time, and Qin Xiaochuan slashed the three demon nightmares that rushed from above from the broken neck, and the breath of decay came to his face, and the dry intestines flew all over the sky. His body turned into nothingness, shifted his form to avoid the carrion miasma, and stopped again a kilometer away from the river bank. The six-and-a-half-pulled corpses fell into dust, but the moment they touched the ground, they turned into fine powders, and then drifted to another place with the wind to reassemble and form. How the devil is made, probably only the behind-the-scenes manipulators can know, in the end, it can't escape the unjust soul and demon evil, and it is reborn again and again, endlessly.

Physical attacks don't work.

"Tsk...... Still useless. ”

Suddenly, the soil on the ground turned over, and two bone claws buckled Qin Xiaochuan's feet from below. The body and mind were pure, free of filth, and he silently recited the light scriptures in his heart, Qin Xiaochuan's heavy sword was like lightning into the earth, and the heavy force hummed every inch of the earth into the shape of a spider web. In the center is the white-haired man who loosens the hilt of his sword and leads the faint light of the sky with one hand.

A ray of light illuminates the darkness of the sky!

All the light intentions, burn the pure land of karma.

With the pure relics of the land of all Buddhas in the heart, and the lotus mantra transmitted by the realm of the saints, with light as the foundation, taking the five elements from the fire, the edge of the black sword suddenly ignited a red flame burning outward along the cracks, and the golden light burst outward from the cracks in the depths of the soil, like the red fire golden lotus rising in the sky. The bone claws that clasped his feet turned to ashes in an instant, and the immortal corpses that swarmed up could not bear the invasion of Buddha Qi, and finally let out a wail and retreated backwards. Qin Xiaochuan finally vacated a vacant space around him.

Magic Attack ...... Seems to work.

But it can only force back the evil miasma for a while, and the simple purification function still can't completely eliminate the nightmare, so do you need a stronger attack? The murmuring of evil spells in the wind became more and more entangled, so that the calm heart unprovoked hatred, resentment, anger, and hatred.

Qin Xiaochuan's eyes changed, and he was three points different.

The moment the inside of his chest was wrapped in blood vessels and wrapped in flesh and blood, the beads suddenly shook, and the relics immediately spit out wisps of pure Buddha breath, running along the meridians to clear the evil miasma, and then sinking into the earth from under his feet, making the light of the golden lotus rise sharply for a while.

"Annoying." The black sword soared into the air, causing the earth to solidify into stone and shoot outward like blades, but when a glimpse of the gap, endless nightmares transformed from the wind, and it looked like they were in hell. The golden lotus has gradually been unable to stop the surging of demons, although there are constantly dead corpses disappearing into the flames of Buddha light, but there are more evil miasma pressed into new demons!

It's so good, it's still useless.

"Death to grandpa!"

As soon as he thought of what he would need to use to finally destroy the Demon Nightmare, Qin Xiaochuan felt a burst of nameless irritability in his heart. He came to test the Nightmare to find out if there was any other way to destroy this thing, but now it seemed that he didn't want to do anything else without first killing the person in charge behind it. The black sword was thrust back into the ground, and the white-robed man rose into the air, standing on the hilt of the sword with one foot.

Covered by many swordsmanship techniques, where is the strongest Buddhist move hidden in Qin Xiaochuan's memory? Although his own cultivation may not be enough, but with a relic left by the Buddha of Nirvana as a support, what other Buddhist tricks in the world he can't use?

It seems like it should, but it doesn't.

"The Boundless Sea of Buddha, Thousands of Years of Tribulation-" On top of the heavy sword, the golden lotus brilliance suddenly cracked, and as far as the eye could see, dozens of hideous demons pounced from all around, stretching out their minions and trying to tear the white-robed Buddha who had teased them to pieces. But at this moment, Qin Xiaochuan had already folded his hands, and his heart shook and urged the relics in his body. Immediately, a steady stream of Buddha light emanated outward from around him, and along a mysterious trajectory that echoed with heaven and earth, he broke through the surrounding fog and completely ushered in the light. Once the body was urged, there was no turning back, and when he came back to his senses from the state of hot blood, the solemn Buddhist mantra had been sung in his ears, and his eyes were full of tears of compassion, a kind of compassion that made his heart suddenly calm and regarded all things in the world as equal, forcibly infected the depths of his soul!

It's so pitiful...... This group of souls entangled by demonic barriers...... Let's get rid of it......

A round of the great sun is like a rush to the sky!

The golden light illuminated the banks of the river, and the infinite evil qi that was silent in the center of the river burst out of a shocking mist, and the conflict between good and evil could not be suppressed, Qin Xiaochuan's eyes suddenly opened, and compassion and murderous aura were mixed: "No!! "This trick is too big, it's a big deal! In an instant, he emptied all the power in his body, almost causing the relics to be unstable, and bursting the meridians, and forcibly crossing the Buddhist scriptures into his ears, desperately trying to turn the demon into a Buddha.

No, no, no, Qin Xiaochuan didn't want to really be a monk at all, and he didn't want to be really desireless. On the one hand, he truly felt the Buddha's compassion for all suffering beings, and he couldn't wait to do his best to transform the river of demons; On the other hand, he is desperately trying to regain his strength, so that he will not lose his body for a while and become a waste of Zhizhi, or he will really be distorted and take refuge in my Buddha from now on...... If time could flow back, Qin Xiaochuan would definitely not choose this move, but obediently use "Bright Shine on Daqian" and then turn around and run.

Heaven misunderstands me! What is this trick called, and where did you learn it?

Like, it's the Buddha-topped pagoda.

The great sun rises in the sky, and the moment he opens his eyes, he is ruthless and clueless, and he is a transcendent gaze, and his palms are turned downward, and the river a few zhang away is cut in half. And at the center of all the pressure, the air flow was still, time was still, and the dozens of demonic nightmares that rushed towards the white robe above the heavy sword also stopped, and then vanished.

The meaning of light purifies everything, destroys all laws, and survives all calamities!

The light was dazzling! The Buddha's mercy struck downward, and the heavy pressure turned into a hurricane sweeping across the border, causing the earth to crack, the river to flow backwards, and the site was emptied, and not only the demon disappeared, but with it everything around the heavy sword.

Like, play big.

The sun shone uncontrollably from the empty sky, and the murmuring of incantations hidden behind the mistice came to an abrupt end with a loud rumbling sound. The heavy sword stood alone on the flat ground, and the soil had become a golden grain of sand from shallow to deep. And Qin Xiaochuan, who was dressed in a white robe fluttering and had white hair free and easy, continued to fold his hands and his eyes were blank...... Where am I? Who am I? What am I going to do?

He shook and nearly fell off the hilt of his sword. At this time, the broken river water is rising from the upstream fault, revealing the accumulated white bones that are turning into fly ash in the sunlight one by one.

But what turned into ashes is only a part of the accumulated white bones in the Wanli River after all.

The river flows backwards, slams down, sweeps ashore, and engulfs everything! At this time, Qin Xiaochuan would not be able to recover his breath for a while. If you have done your own iniquity, you will be swept away by the waters!

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky, an old beggar dressed in countless patched old clothes, dusty in his hand, holding a pottery bowl, and carrying a wooden stick. The old beggar grabbed Qin Xiaochuan's shoulder with one hand, kicked the black sword away, and sucked the black sword with a clay bowl at the moment when the river was overwhelming, and the two of them were in danger and went away.

Rumble.

The water broke through the embankment and stretched for dozens of miles in an instant.