It turns out that these nine nine hundred and eighty-one ink millimeters are divided into several large parts, taking seven of them as an example, these seven ink millimeters guide the seven directions of the southeast, northwest, heaven, earth and people, and naturalize the flesh and blood meridians in the nine bodies of the east and all things in heaven and earth, so that the detoxifier can't distinguish the details of the fibers of life, and only feels that the chaos in this person's body is chaotic, and Rao Yiyin Qiantong's mana is also sluggish for a long time and doesn't know where to start. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info finally pulled out the poison needle, and immediately appeared in front of him another twelve yin and yang needles in the middle of the twelve canons. With the needle as the guide, the yin is aimed at the yang meridian, and the yang pierces the yin veins, in which the layers of dark green poisonous gas melt the meridians, so that the twelve most important spiritual energy channels in the human body are connected together. If it can't be re-cut, the poisonous gas can be removed, the blood congestion can be removed, and the meridians repaired, I am afraid that in the future, when the Nine Elements of the East are used, the aura will be chaotic, and the enemy will be injured by 800 and self-damage by 1,000. Yin Qiantong didn't dare to make more of an atmosphere, at this time, she carefully divided the meridians and replenished the acupoints, and she didn't even blink her eyes for a while, and the white hairs on her head kept drilling out, even if it flowed into her eye sockets, she couldn't get back the slightest superfluous action.

These ninety-nine eighty-one yin and yang needles are cleverly laid out layer by layer, although they are not life-threatening and vicious moves, but it is indeed extremely difficult to eradicate them. That Dongfang Jiu can also be regarded as a man who stands up to the sky, and the pain of melting flesh and cutting the meridians and veins is naturally not something that ordinary people can bear, but he has not said a word for half his life from beginning to end, attracting admiration from both good and evil.

It took so much effort that only the last set of eighty-one needles remained. This group is calculated according to the direction, corresponding to the four emperors of the heavens, if you want to name it, you can call it Ziwei, Changsheng, Emperor, and Houtu Needle. It's just strange to say that there is an obvious gap in these four needle arrays, and it is on the immortal needle of the sword saint Dongfang Nine Spleen, as if telling Yin Qiantong: This immortal needle is the most useless, and the natural defect has dragged down the other three, so it is better to pull it out as soon as possible.

Yin Qiantong only felt that there was a faint phantom sound on the four milli needles, constantly attracting her to pull out the immortal needle. She made the gods reach out her hand, and when she was about to touch the small needle, her body was stunned, and she woke up in an instant, and cold sweat sprung up like mushrooms behind her back. She couldn't help but scold in her heart: "This old girl has such a strong foundation of illusion, and she actually let me fall for it without knowing it." It seems that this flawed immortal needle is indeed a trap. ”

She didn't hesitate any longer, and muttered for a moment to start with the Emperor's Needle, but pulled out the ink with her front foot, and Dongfang Jiu with her back foot shouted "Wow". Everyone was taken aback, and it could make this iron-beaten man in the heaven and earth scream wildly, presumably the pain was self-evident. Yin Qiantong panicked, and suddenly remembered that he was afraid that he had ignored something.

As the saying goes, ginger is still old and spicy, and although the original contact was not long, Yin Qiantong's unyielding temperament has already been deeply imprinted in Nanxin's heart. The immortal needle she laid out was virtual and real, implying that the immortal emperor Yin Qiantong was useless, and it was used to stimulate Yin Qiantong's arrogant temperament, so that she could focus her attention on the other three small needles as much as possible; At the same time, the flaws were revealed, and she was attracted to step forward to remove the immortal needle. Completely contradictory to each other's psychology wrapped in a ball, affected by illusion, Yin Qiantong only considered one of them in a trance and recklessly took the Emperor's Needle, at this time, he looked at it and realized that after this evolution, the Nine Bloodlines of the East were retrograde and poisonous gas attacked the heart, and the situation was far more serious and complicated than before.

"Sure enough, you should be the first to pull out the small needle in the immortal position."

She was furious in her heart, but she didn't expect to be cautiously put on a stand by Nan Xin. But even in such a critical situation, Yin Qiantong suddenly calmed down, and worked steadily to heal Dongfang Jiu's poison and wounds.

Looking at Nan Xin's side again, the skin around Zen Master Kurong fell and grown, grew and fell off, the pain here is unknown, he has lost a few laps of tea kung fu, and the skin and bones inside and out look extremely scary. Nan Xin is known as the first in the world of Zedui, and although he is unfamiliar with the poisonous palm method cast by Yin Qiantong, he is not flustered, and only slowly pulls out the poison from beginning to end. After another moment, Ku Rong only felt that his body was as light as a swallow and his breathing was smooth, and then he looked at his skin, and he didn't know when he had stopped peeling, and even the color returned to normal. I thought that I was holding the chance to win this game, but Nan Xin's little hand shook.

"It's not good, I've been put on a show by this girl."

When Yin Qiantong heard Nan Xin's voice, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and giggling: "Let's be with each other, if you put me together, I will naturally have to return a tooth for a tooth." ”

Ku Rong clasped his hands together and slowly smelled: "Nanzun Shou, the old monk is refreshed now, I don't know what's wrong?" ”

Nan Xin pointed at Ku Rong's heart and said: "There is a wisp of dark green Yuan Qi here, if you don't get rid of it, I'm afraid the master will only have a few days left to live, and this game will naturally have to give up and admit defeat." ”

Ku Rong frowned and said, "Can't you pull it out?" ”

"Definitely. The poisonous gas is very easy to remove, but the bad is bad in this dark green Yuan Qi with a strong hallucinogenic spiritual power. Once I remove it, the illusion will explode and go straight to the heart and lungs..."

"The old man has been cultivating for two hundred years, and he has some grasp of the illusion obstacle concentration, so Nanzun doesn't have to worry, just cast the spell."

Nan Xin's face was full of seriousness, "The problem is, this hallucinogenic aura... From the Demon Candle of the Heart..."

The crowd exclaimed. Everyone knows that the shadow candle is a kind of inner demon, which has gathered the seven sins and filth of all things in the world for thousands of years, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most treacherous, evil, and inscrutable creature in the world. Back then, good and evil fought, and countless heavenly powers died tragically under the magic of the Shadow Candle Heart, and now this filthy aura is from the inside out, just like the demon is born from the heart, and it is many times more ferocious than others' charity.

As soon as he thought of this, the faces of all the people on the righteous path turned pale, and no one was not worried about Zen Master Kurong.

Ku Rong slowly nodded and said: "Life and death have fate, and the heavenly way is circulating." The old monk spent 200 years in vain, and he never purified all sentient beings, nor did he cultivate the great male bliss, so he was really worthy of the title of a disciple of Buddhism. If you can't pass this catastrophe today, then you can't pass it. ”

As he spoke, the white-robed monk Wuchen in the crowd had already wept bitterly and fell to the ground. During the selection of the Eight Extremes of Chongtian, he lost his brothers and sisters, and he never thought that even his master might pass away and attain nirvana. Wuchen was so grief-stricken that his eyes were dark, and he fainted in a hurry. Ku Rong sighed and said: "Amitabha, Senior Brother Ku Sad, this child is pure-hearted, if I can't survive this time, I can only ask you and Senior Brother in charge to take care of it." He looked at the impermanence in the air not far away, "Don't let him go astray..."

The Buddhist monk was so sad that he couldn't help but breathe heavily at this time, his eyes were red, and he closed his head for a long time, but he couldn't say half a word.

Ku Rong said: "Nanzun Chief, this decisive battle is related to the prestige of the righteous path in the world, so there is no need to hesitate. Whether it is a blessing or a curse has long been determined, and the five aggregates of the monks are empty, and they don't care about the life and death of a leaf. ”

Nan Xin nodded, and with a movement of her little hand, she pulled out the black mist that was entrenched in Ku Rong's heart. At this moment, a blood arrow erupted from Ku Rong's throat, and then the old monk who was originally as calm as a bell was covered in red blood and scattered blood, with the meridians around him crackling, and countless bumpy and strange points under his skin wandered in all directions, making everyone around him tremble.

At this moment, a majestic golden Buddha suddenly appeared behind the withered glory, this immeasurable golden Buddha contains the supreme light of the West Heavenly Buddha, which faintly flows with turquoise vitality. The blessing of the divine power of the two laws that penetrated the heavens and the earth together actually stabilized Kurong's figure, and even the original crimson skin burst out with golden light.

Before everyone had time to rejoice, the golden Buddha shattered, and the void evolved into a hateful and grinning face that was red and black. As soon as the grimace appeared, the fangs on the corners of his mouth suddenly burst out of his pupils and spurted blood, roaring like a wild beast, and the words in it were vicious, vulgar, lewd and filthy, if he hadn't heard it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that a generation of eminent monks would spit out these words. But even so, Withering Rong did not give up the slightest bit of vitality. The next moment, his pupils were full of golden light, and the immeasurable Buddha reappeared in the void, his palms splitting and grimacing, once again pulling Kurong back from the edge of uncontrollability.

Ku Rong is the master of the Su Ji Temple Ze Gong Fa, the life and spirit in the body are endless, and at this moment he is using his own Buddhist concentration and vitality to fight against the demonic power born from the five internal organs. Everyone stared at Ku Rong, wondering if he could survive in the face of this shadow candle illusion? As long as the illusion obstacle is still there, the exercises laid by Yin Qiantong will not be completely lifted, and even if he survives, if Yin Qiantong completes the detoxification first at this time, I am afraid that the victory of this game will be handed away.

Everyone's face changes with the overlapping of the Buddha and the grimace, the Buddha is now happy to everyone, and the grimace is worried, so back and forth nine rounds, even Beiyin and Baipao have to admire the firmness of the mind of the Zen Master Kurong and the profundity of the Dharma. Just ask the heart demon shadow candle supreme magic power surging out from the five internal organs, how many people in the world can compete?

But I'm afraid that's the limit. The grimace has been in existence for a longer time than the golden body of the Buddha, and Wuchen, who can wake up, sees such a situation, and passes out again with sorrow. The corners of Ku Rong's mouth smiled bitterly, this heart demon is really fierce and incomparably powerful, among which there are endless tricks against the four major empty and six pure roots of Buddhism, and there are infinite illusions that make people think that they are in the wine pool and meat forest. Just ask the Kurong generation of monks, suddenly shocked to realize that he was a good woman who was stained with meat and wine, and killed people and goods, what could make him desperate? However, the negative emotions of this moment, the pain and guilt of the moment, and the slightest unfirmness will be taken advantage of by the demons. In the midst of it, with the supreme belief in the Buddha and the struggle against the demons of the heart for two hundred years, this helpless old monk feels that millions of years have passed...

The concept of millions of years, he smiled wryly. I was only two hundred years old, but I didn't expect to be in such a torment, but I lived "five thousand" for so long...

Two lines of tears flowed out of the old monk's eyes. He suddenly opened his eyes, Yin Qiantong's side, only the last one of the Quartet Imperial Emperor Needle has not been removed, once it is successfully erased, the righteous path will lose another game, where is the majesty of the dignified Hongfang? After a hundred and twenty years, the war between good and evil has started again, how can you not let the people of the world know the wind and bones of Sujiao Temple?

Millions of years of struggle is indeed too tiring.

Ku Rong exhaled deeply, spit out softly, and said slowly: "

Nam no Amitabha night Dota Gatta night

Dordi night he Ami Na Du Bhabi

Ami sighed and learned about Tan Po Vi

Amitabhi Vigarandhi

Amitabhi Vigaranda

Gamigra Gagana

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The monks of Sujiao Temple burst into tears, and the scripture recited by Kurong was the Buddhist mantra "Pull out all karmic obstacles and get birth in the Pure Land". He was worried that he would be controlled by the demons after his death, so he ordered his soul to ascend to the west as soon as possible, and if he could not return to the Buddha's burning lamp, even if he turned into six ghosts, he should not be confused.

Under the solemn and vast scripture of "Pulling Out All Karma and Fundamentally Giving Birth to the Pure Land Divine Mantra", the immeasurable golden Buddha rose in the wind, and before Yin Qiantong pulled out the last purple micro needle, it shattered into a mustard seed together with the body of the Kurong Zen Master.