Wanzi chūn shouted: "He is going to open this last lookout platform, and he must not be allowed to succeed!" His hands brushed the yaoqin under the seat, and the sound of the qin cut forward like a sharp sword. Yīn Changsheng used Fang Zhong's body to dance the double swords, and the sword lights collided with it hard, flashing to the left front, and also stretched out his foot to step on the bluestone underneath.

Monk Yinguang waved his Zen staff to meet him, Fang Zhong roared angrily, the cold light flashed, and the fishbone sword became extremely sharp in his hand with powerful mana, and a sword actually split the Zen staff in two. Monk Yinguang hurriedly retreated, Zhao Sheng grabbed a handful of the spirit bones in the bowl and threw them towards Fang Zhong, and as soon as the word 'shooting' fell, countless silver lights sprinkled down from the sky above Fang Zhong.

yīn Changsheng didn't use the ghost body incarnation this time, hiding in Fang Zhong's body couldn't hurt him at all, seeing so much dust falling, he waved his hands continuously, and gusts of wind blew silver light everywhere, the Cold Sword Venerable had already been hit hard, and when he saw that it was not good, he had no choice but to hide to the side. The two elders of Kunlun made a sham at each other, and flew out of the side hall without saying a word, leaving only Wanzi Chūn and Yinguang Monk to support them.

Fang Zhong's figure turned his direction from time to time, and in a short time, he stepped down all the bluestones in the five places, and the bluestones in the middle of the hall suddenly rose slowly in the rumbling loud noise.

yīn Changsheng stood on the gradually arched high platform and laughed, he no longer bothered to personally kill the Yinguang monk and Wanzi Chūn, as long as the evil mirror platform was opened, all yīn soul bodies would not be able to gain a foothold here.

Yinguang monk snatched the bowl in Zhao Sheng's hand, and buckled it to the top of his head, and all the remaining spiritual bones fell on his golden body, his golden body that had become dim was very bright, and Yinguang monk was like a living Buddha descending into the world in this countless Ruicai, a dignified and solemn. Yin Guang said to Zhao Sheng: "Master Zhao, you have done your best, the poor monk is about to protect the Dharma in Nirvana, you can go." ”

Zhao Sheng opened his mouth and stammered, not knowing what to say.

Wanzi Chūn also stood up, hugged Yaoqin and said: "As long as the master can freeze yīn immortality for a moment, and fight for his soul to fly away, although he has no certainty of killing in the future, he has the confidence to seriously injure yīn immortality." In this way, Zhao Xiaoyou used the six Wangxiang platforms that had been opened to directly stimulate the evil mirror platform, and he could also give yīn immortality to the underworld. Although there is a trace of regret in this matter, it is better than letting him out and endangering the world. ”

Monk Yinguang nodded and said, "Yes, Master Zhao will do it, the poor monk has gone!" Flying towards Fang Zhong on the high platform.

Fang Zhong looked down and shouted, "Old bald donkey, you are here to die again, don't think that you can really become an Arhat golden body by scattering some relics, you are still far away." "Raise your sword and stab it. The Yinguang monk couldn't stop it, and was directly pierced through the chest by this sword. The golden body flashed, and part of the spirit bone filled the hole in the chest. Monk Yinguang raised the Zen staff that was broken in two and hit it hard, Fang Zhong put away a sword, reached out and grabbed the tail of the lower half of the cane, and the black qi surging all over his body, and rushed down the half-section of the Zen staff towards the golden body of Monk Yinguang.

As soon as the golden body of the Yinguang monk came into contact with the black qi, it suddenly became bright and uncertain. Yin Guang recited the Buddha's name for a long time, his eyes closed, and the golden light on his body trembled, and then burst open, and Yin Guang's golden body turned into powder. yīn Changsheng was taken aback, and just wanted to avoid the self-exposed energy, all those heavenly powders suddenly gathered towards Fang Zhong, and surrounded him in a short time.

This ubiquitous powder and helplessness made Yīn Changsheng overwhelmed, and said angrily: "Old bald donkey, what tricks do you do when you die? As soon as he finished speaking, all the powder shrank inward, and countless golden lights actually submerged into Fang Zhong's body.

A slight voice came from Fang Zhong's body, and only the voice of the Yinguang monk could be heard: "Lord yīn, the poor monk is with you, and we will go to Bliss together!" ”

Fang Zhong's face was full of horror, and he looked down at his body, as if looking for where the Yinguang monk was hiding. At this moment, the voice of the Yinguang monk said again: "Lord Wan Shi still doesn't do it!" Fang Zhong trembled all over and froze.

Wanzi Chūn hugged Yaoqin and quickly flew up to the high platform, ten fingers were buckled, and all seven strings flew out, all of which were set on Fang Zhong's hands and feet. Wanzi chūn said sharply: "Yīn immortal, I will die with you!" One of the strings snapped off with a rattle. As the strings break, a shocking sound wafts out of it. When Wanzi Chūn and Fang Zhong were in the midst of the sound of the qin, they were shocked by the long screams at the same time, and together with Zhao Sheng and the Han Dao Venerable in the distance, they all covered their ears and wailed.

At such a close distance, Fang Zhong was shocked to the point that his mouth and nose were bleeding, and his clothes were in tatters, but Yīn's voice still floated out of his mouth: "Wanzi chūn, you can't kill me!" Can't be killed! ”

Wanzi chūn's yīn soul body was bombarded by the sound of the qin, and the soul suppression lamp in the distance had already been extinguished three times, and now it was even more the lamp head shook in a row, and two more were extinguished.

Hearing yīn Changsheng's stubborn words, Wanzi chūn smiled faintly, grabbed two of the strings, and played them lightly, and two broken strings came out one after another......

The roaring sound in Zhao Sheng's ears was like thunder in the sky, even if he held down his ears, he couldn't stop, before he fell unconscious, he glanced into the distance, and saw that Fang Zhong and Wanzi Chūn were all flying in the air, if it weren't for the remaining strings pulling, the two would have been separated. Although the Cold Knife Venerable hiding at the foot of the wall also plugged his ears, he was the body of the yīn soul, unlike Zhao Sheng, even if he plugged his ears, it was useless, so he was particularly injured, and the strings were broken these two times, and the Cold Knife Venerable could no longer maintain his original body, so he turned into a ghost and drilled into the long knife, and with a pop, it was inserted on the ground and shook.

The sound fades away

Fang Zhong was half-kneeling on the high platform, and Wanzi Chūn's figure was already blurred. The soul suppression lamp in the distance was extinguished four times at once this time, and only the last one was still shaky, and it was in danger of going out at any time. Wanzi chūn's faint voice said, "yīn...... Long...... Raw, ...... again See...... Not...... Time limit! ”

The last four strings were pulled apart by Wanzi Chūn. Fang Zhong's eyes were full of horror, and Yīn Changsheng's voice was hoarse and said, "Brother Wanxian, don't ...... Don't ......, it's ...... for my brother to know that it's wrong."

Wanzi Chūn's face was blurred, and he couldn't see any changes, but when the strings were broken at the end, he said: "King's Landing Green Panasonic, listen to the Qin Invite the Moon and ......" and then five fingers were divided, and the taut strings twisted for a while, breaking from them.

Fang Zhong's face turned resentful, but unfortunately it was too late to scold, and the surging sound of the piano drowned him out.

The last light shook slightly, and then went out, leaving only a wisp of green smoke slowly rising from the wick. In the distance, the long knife of the Cold Sword Venerable also clicked and broke from the damaged place at the moment when the sound of the qin sounded, and half of the handle fell to the ground weakly. The Cold Sword Venerable let out the last unwilling roar, and fell silent forever.