The loud roar continued, the mountain collapsed and fell, Sun Suhe was unstable, and before he could struggle, he was carried by the rocks and mud and fell from the barren mountain. The karmic fire is blazing, there is already a sea of fire under the mountain, between the tongue of fire, the thousand catties of boulders melt instantly, the karmic fire passes through, devours all things, and burns all the sinful karma, Sun Suhe is still in the air and already feels the burning pain all over his body, the heat is unbearable, the skin and flesh on his body emit an unpleasant scorching smell, and the barely open eyes vaguely see the fragmented barren mountain as if bathed in blood, and the red tongue of fire gushes out, and there is no way to avoid it.

If there is still a little salvation between heaven and earth, it is the huge handprint ruthlessly pressed down in the infinite Buddha's light, which is still in the sky, and it seems to be close at this moment, and it is as fierce and swift as thunder. It is better to fall into the light of the Buddha and die under the huge handprints than to fall into the fire and endure the suffering of karmic fire, perhaps this is also a kind of compassion. Sun Suhe couldn't help but have this ridiculous thought in his heart.

But as soon as this thought came to mind, he was slashed by himself, and a clear divine light flashed in Sun Suhe's eyes, just taking my life like this? How can there be such a cheap thing! The green mangs in his left hand surged to outline the appearance of a magic book, and with a wave of his right hand, the staff was instantly formed.

"Laugh at me for learning immortals late, taking charge of Longquan with orders, Taishang, five thieves, Tiangan, preface seven, too white and fierce, want to be always quiet, murderous He Changhong. ”

Bai Hong flickered, and then the colorful Buddha light crashed into the Yin Hong karmic fire, and the two incomparably majestic forces at the poles of heaven and earth wiped out everything in an instant, and Bai Hong did not stir up the slightest wave, and completely disappeared in the impact.

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, or maybe it was a thousand years, when the Buddha's light and karmic fire quietly receded from this piece of heaven and earth, Master Fengluan raised his eyebrows, and saw that in the void that was already empty, a figure stood in the air, unscathed.

Sun Suhe opened his eyes and looked around, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings and sorrows in his heart. Fang Cai was really in danger at that moment, a good Fengluan mage, said to turn his face, he turned his face, as soon as he made a move, he was ruthless and took his life, Sun Su was trapped in a dream, people were swords, I was a fish, he knew very well that he would never be able to resist such a sharp killing move, but it was also because he was in a dream, since he had seen through this biggest mystery, Sun Su Heden seized a little aura that pointed to the essence, no matter how fierce the Buddha's light karma fire was, after all, it was an illusion in a dream。

Instead of beheading someone, it's better to behead me.

Sun Suhe rushed to the Buddha before the karmic fire of the white rainbow to kill the sword, even though he knew that the dream he fell into was extraordinary, the sword slashed to himself, whether it was a blessing or a curse, the consequences were unpredictable, if he didn't cut off the sword, he really died in reality, this is also a very possible thing, but at the last moment, he has no choice, in ancient times, Cao Mengde killed people in his dream, and now there is Lao Tzu I committed suicide in my dream, ha, it is also worth a sigh, a smile, white rainbow flash, cut all the vanity, if it is pure and unhindered, the natural law will not invade.

It's a pity that he can escape the Buddha's light karma, but he still can't escape this dream, Sun Suhe raised his head and looked into the air, only to see Master Fengluan standing tall, condescending, staring at himself expressionlessly, with his two front paws raised in front of his chest, closing and clasping, buttoning and touching, I don't know whether he is knotting the handprint or pinching the hand.

Sun Suhe couldn't help but sigh in his heart, just a trick to fight, he seemed to calmly dissolve, faintly slightly better, but in fact, the situation did not get any better, as long as he did not break free from the dream for a moment, he was still a turtle in the urn, the other party didn't know how many high-level secret techniques could be calmly beckoned, and he was already a poor donkey, if even the sword that broke the cauldron just now couldn't help him get out of the dream, Sun Suhe really couldn't think of any other way to think of it.

"The so-called poetic talent is the magical power condensed with the famous poems that have been handed down from generation to generation, which not only has its own wonders, but also enjoys the praise of surpassing all Taoism under the same conditions. ”

Sun Suhe remembered Lu Weishuang's words when he talked about poetry and talent, and couldn't help but smile helplessly in his heart, hey, I think I rely on the power of "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" to bully people who don't know the magic and deceive them...... Uh, no, no, it's just that I occasionally pretend to bluff people, and I mix it up to turn evil into good fortune, which is tried and tested, but I didn't expect that one day I would be in a different position, and I was subjected to the Taoist skills of others with poetry and talent, and the situation was so embarrassing.

I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream.

Ha, that's a good word!

Slow, poetic?

Sun Suhe suddenly swung his staff, and thin wisps of inky silk flowed out from the tip of the staff, like floating clouds, flying around him. Sun Suhe was happy in his heart, as soon as he woke up and realized that he was in a dream, he immediately tried to communicate with Brother Mao in the mental space to ask him for help, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't sense Brother Mao's location at all, but fortunately, Sun Suhe was now able to control a little bit of the power of "The Song of the Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by himself alone, and at this time, he was successfully triggered, and he immediately cooperated with the change of the magic trick, and said in his mouth:

"Hundred refining is around the fingers, and the hair is turning to the silk. There are three thousand swords in the super dust net, and there is a dragon to kill the dragon. ”

One by two, one by one, one by one, the slender silver-white light marks were quietly born from Sun Suhe's hair, and the original short black hair turned into a silver-white long hair in an instant, automatic without wind, scattered and flying. Each trace of light is a sword qi that swayes freely, starting from the hair, and then disappearing the brilliance, hidden in the invisible, under the careful control of Sun Suhe, through the flying ink, the invisible sword qi and the poetic talent, the two forces blend together, and turn into a natural trick to scatter to the sky and the earth in all directions.

Master Fengluan lowered his eyebrows, as if unmoved, and held his two furry front paws apart and closed on his chest, so that he could seal and pinch the trick in a timely manner.

Sun Suhe raised his head and glanced at Master Fengluan deeply, ignoring what he was doing, and broke off with a sigh in his mouth:

"Slash!"

Hundreds of ink-colored sword filaments quietly emerged from the void, spreading over a radius of 100 meters.

The sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the dragon roars, whether it is an empty void or the remains of a barren mountain in disarray, the sword wire is a shocking crack everywhere, and the whole heaven and earth are like a delicate glass porcelain, which was suddenly hit hard under Sun Suhe's sword, and inevitably began to shatter.

Originally, it was just a whimsical try, but I didn't expect to receive an effect that far exceeded expectations, and at the same time, the ink-colored floating clouds around Sun Suhe suddenly churned violently, and the power of poetic talent continued to rise, and in an instant, it was almost beyond the limit that Sun Suhe could control, Sun Suhe was shocked, this is ...... But at this time, he can't think about it at all, whether he can get out of the dream depends on this fight, Sun Suhe simply let his poetic talent surge, and cooperated with the urging of the Hanging Silk Sword to the extreme, to smash the entire world.

Master Fengluan's expression was still unchanged, but a big fluffy tail stood tall, obviously he could no longer remain indifferent, a river of flowing water rushed from the sky like a dragon swimming outside the sky, the waves soared, and in a blink of an eye, it swept to Sun Suhe's approach with the momentum of swallowing the sky and the earth. Sun Suhe knew that it was powerful, and immediately pointed his staff at him, urging thousands of sword wires to face the enemy head-on.

The torrent engulfed everything, the sword wire cut out a heavy wave, and there were thousands of heavy layers behind, and they couldn't help but wrap everything in front of them, and they didn't know where to rush. Sun Su was very struggling when he was united, and the silk sword was rapidly consumed, forcing him to turn from offense to defense, collect the sword silk, and mix it with the churning ink of the same momentum, and try his best to isolate the river from his body.

Just when Sun Suhe was almost unable to support it, the river suddenly retreated silently, Sun Suhe frowned, and found that he had returned to the ancient tea room with green bamboo and yellow mud before.

Master Fengluan was still sitting in his place, his paws folded, he recited the Amitabha Buddha of Shengnan, and said kindly: "Mr. Su He, can you please put out your anger for a while and listen to the words of the foolish monk." ”

Sun Suhe didn't expect Master Fengluan to suddenly change his tone and say this, but he didn't want to pay attention to it at all, and with a sneer, he was about to urge the Silk Soft Sword, concoct it in the same way, and then talk about it first.

But as soon as the staff was lifted, a sense of weakness that penetrated the soul spontaneously arose, it seems that even in a dream, it is not without a price to urge the Dao technique like just now, not to mention that in reality, I have already run out of oil and the lamp has dried up, Sun Suhe sighed secretly, fortunately, the ink-colored floating clouds turned by poetic talent lost the stimulation of the outside world and gradually calmed down, Sun Suhe then calmed down, surrounded the body with floating clouds, put on a strict defensive posture, and looked at Master Fengluan coldly, and saw what he was doing.

I saw Master Fengluan straighten his robe, put on a correct posture, and said solemnly: "Mr. Su He, the foolish monk can now assert that the four unfortunate victims of Yin Yang Province definitely did not die under your sword. ”