Episode 392: Crush the West

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The golden light of the relics exploded, endless, like an upside-down heavenly river, surging down, suppressing Wen Zhong's male and female whips gradually decreased, and the ink unicorn under Wen Zhong's crotch roared angrily, jumping violently.

"Interesting." Xiao Lan chuckled, stepped out of the next step, came to the air, raised his hand slightly, bent his fingers, and saw a divine light vertical and horizontal, straight into the golden light in the sky, and wrapped the relics that were floating in the golden light with lightning speed.

The people in the city obviously did not take precautions, more than a year later, every time the war is like this, Wen Zhong injured Yuan Futong, and then he was forced to retreat Wen Zhong, when he came, his teacher had an order, not to kill Wen Zhong, just to block Wen Zhong's army, is to keep his own hands, never thought that someone suddenly intervened today, caught off guard, his life to repair the relics can not be recovered, the heart is horrified, hurriedly agitated the whole body Buddha power, the golden light is like a flood, rolling up monstrous waves, wave after wave, endless, Xiao Lan surged towards the sky.

Xiao Lan chuckled, and he didn't see how he moved, only to see the divine light that shot out vertically and horizontally, like a huge divine dragon, a few circles and turned over, and suppressed the golden light in one fell swoop.

The people in the city couldn't sit still anymore, they flew up, Xiao Lan's eyes soared, and he could see the appearance of the person in the light of the sky, his face was thin, and his whole body seemed to be painted with gold paint. The golden yellow and shiny, the slightly sunken eyes were blurred with color, and the golden light on the top of the head was viscous, turning into a huge golden Buddha palm, rushing up a hundred feet high, and pressing down with the power of exterminating heaven and earth. Then the strength of the downward rush brought up the fury of the wind.

"The little monk is so angry." Xiao Lan laughed in his mouth, turned his hand, and set off a storm and clouds in the sky, as if there was a monstrous wave above the sky, the brilliance was shining, and the scroll turned into a huge giant pillar, which reached the sky and went straight to the Buddha palm that fell down to meet it.

"Boom!"

Shocking explosion. Under the touch of the two sides, it immediately sprouted, although the golden Buddha palm was condescending and seemed to be dominant, but when it met the impact of the pillar of light, it was shattered in an instant, and then, the thin monk was directly swept out in the boundless stormy waves.

Wen Zhong saw that the aliens in the opposing army were repelled by Xiao Lan. hurriedly waved his army to cover the killing, and Yuan Futong saw that he was being dragged by the immortals who relied on the ground. I was shocked in my heart, and Wen Zhong commanded the troops in a good way and commanded in an orderly manner. After a battle, the opponent was defeated, and the soldiers were defeated like a mountain, and the corpses were all over the field. Bloodstreaming.

After a fight and a crushing defeat, Yuan Futong escaped with his life in the chaos of the army, and was surrounded by several loyal subordinates and fled into the city, closing the gate. The arrows on the city were like rain, and they fell one after another, and the rolling stones and huge trees fell one after another, so that Wen Zhong's army did not dare to touch the edge lightly, and the strong attack was unsuccessful, so he had to retreat slowly.

All of a sudden, the wide and empty plain sand field was empty, and Xiao Lan was left standing alone in the air, playing with a relic shining with dazzling golden light in his hand.

This relic is like the condensed golden pill of the immortals, it is completely pure aura, the density is extremely high, it is completely the essence of the earth's energy, it can be absorbed without the real fire quenching, and after refining, it can withstand thousands of years of penance, but it can barely be regarded as a treasure.

The thin monk was naturally unwilling to give up the fruits of his years of penance, and immediately flew back from a distance, and when he heard this, he immediately soared into the air. When the brilliance of the angry sky slowly dissipated, the three of them stood on the void, Wen Zhong and Xiao Lan held each other left and right, tightly surrounding the monk in the middle, Wen Zhong immediately took the lead and asked, "Dare to ask what to call Dao friends, why do you meddle in the war between the world?" ”

The monk's face turned a little pale, "The poor monk is a disciple of the Western Zhun Ti sage, and the Dharma name is abandoned, and this is to follow the teacher's order to end the fortune of the Shang Dynasty, and go with the sky, and the Taoist friends don't have to be so aggressive." The corpse of the relics was taken away and the corpse was angry, and his tone was not good.

"The luck of the world, the end of the worldly people, what are you a little monk outside the square indiscriminately, don't you want to find death?" Xiao Lan spoke casually, anyway, the general trend of heaven is just a fig leaf for all forces to seek their own best interests, as long as you are strong and can speak well, it is not difficult to reverse black and white.

The corpse was angry in his heart, but he was under the eaves and had to bow his head, the other two of them, Wen Zhong also gave up, but Xiao Lan's magic power was unfathomable, and he lost his relics, and his strength was greatly reduced. At this moment, I heard a clear voice coming from the western sky, clear and thick, and resounding through the heavens and the earth:

"Amitabha!"

When I looked at it again, I saw four monks rolling up the golden light in the sky, and the wind was galloping. Although the person who came was still far away, the Buddha power was surging all over the body, and the huge power was overwhelming through the long distance, which made Wen Zhong feel that the pressure on his whole body had increased greatly, and the powerful power made people breathe sluggishly, and the immortal light on his body was like boiling water, tumbling endlessly, resisting the huge and unparalleled power, but his face changed color, and he was no longer calm.

Xiao Lan looked calm, seeing that the other party was coming again, and he was not an ordinary mediocre hand, the smile on his face was even worse than before, and this smile was full of drama.

The person who came was as swift as lightning, stopped next to the corpse, and said to Xiao Lan and the two of them together: "The poor monk Vishepo/Visha corpse/Kasya/Kunahan has seen a few Taoist friends. ”

Wen Zhong's face was a little ugly, but he heard Vishepo smile on his face, and said indifferently, "Beihai Chaocheng is unbreakable, this is the number of days. ”

"What number of days, I'm afraid it's the words of your Western teaching!" With absolute strength as the foundation, Xiao Lan is naturally fearless.

Wen Zhong also had a bad face, "Why should Daoist friends insist on saying it, the operation of creation and transformation is unpredictable, changing all the time, how can there be no change, not to mention that the heavenly way is inactive, life and death are disillusioned, and they are all between the changes of people's will." ”

Ka Ye was full of smiles, looking uncomfortable, "Since Daoist friends don't understand, everyone will rely on their own abilities to see who can stick to their beliefs." ”

Xiao Lan also laughed and said: "In this case, let's fight again another day." Hearing such bold words from you, there is no need to worry about bullying the small with the big. ”

"Amitabha, good, good." The five monks pronounced a Buddha horn, waved their robes and turned around into Beihai Chaocheng, and Xiao Lan also returned to the camp with Wen Zhong.

Sitting in the handsome tent with a worried face, Wen Zhong couldn't help but say with a little worry. "Immortal Chief, you see, today's shape shì, our army has obviously gained the upper hand, I don't want to lose the advantage in a blink of an eye, the Western Sect is not good, there are two saints behind it, don't offend lightly, we are afraid that we will be trapped in the North Sea again." I can't go back to the song for a long time, but what! ”

Xiao Lan said with a smile: "Taishi doesn't have to worry, since this seat is here, naturally he has already expected this situation, not to mention that the cultivation of this seat is better than them, I don't know how much, your sect is also a master, how can this little West be compared." ”

Wen Zhong couldn't help but ask, "Then why didn't the Immortal Chang make a move?" ”

"What's the hurry?" Xiao Lan said with a smile: "If this seat is easy to take care of all of them, will the disciples of the Western Sect still dare to come?" Feel relieved. If we fight again another day, we will kill them all. ”

Wen Zhong heard the words. Feeling the deep aura emanating from the person in front of him, it was even more unfathomable than his own master, the Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, and at that moment, he hurriedly said: "In this way, thank you to the immortal chief." ”

"Why do you need to thank the master, no matter what. This seat is also an old friend of the Tongtian Sect Master of your sect, how can you watch you, a junior of the sect, bullying the monks of the Western sect? Xiao Lan said with a smile: "Besides, the Western religion is arrogant and arrogant, and dares to meddle in the war of the gods, winning or losing in life and death. But it is no one else. ”

After a short rest, to the third day, the two sides were another big battle, the battle between the soldiers of the army and not to mention, Xiao Lan really did according to his words, although the five monks and Buddhas of the Western religion were powerful, it was really their misfortune to meet Xiao Lan, a slap down, and suddenly all of them flew out, and fell on the spot, even the original god could not escape.

Wen Zhong hurriedly took the opportunity to command the army to cover up and forcibly attack the city, Yuan Futong's army was defeated like a mountain, a thousand miles away, I don't know where to go, but at this time, a bright treasure light suddenly lit up in front, and the army like a tide was blocked by the colorful light, and immediately stumbled back like a storm blocked by a dam, stumbling one after another, and one of the defeated and fleeing army in front of Yuan Futong was suddenly rolled up by a colorful light, flying high, in the dim sky of near dusk, above thousands of troops and horses, it was particularly bright and bright.

Xiao Lan has such eyesight, although the distance is far away, he can still see it clearly, it is Yuan Futong, as for the person who made the shot, Xiao Lan doesn't need to guess to know, it must be the quasi-Taoist of the Western Sect!

At the beginning of Pangu opening the sky, Hongjun Daozu was ordered by heaven to educate sentient beings, opened Zixiao Palace, set up six saints, the Western religion monopolized two, and the introduction and Zhun Ti were all heavenly saints, but the Western religion was in a barren place, and it has never been abundant.

Sure enough, Xiao Lan looked at it at a glance, and saw that the figure of the Quasi-Daoist was in the army all over the mountains, as if there was nothing, and a few people came to Xiao Lan and the others, looking at Xiao Lan with a smile.

Xiao Lan said in a non-salty voice: "Who is my Dao, it turned out to be a Zhun Ti saint of the Western Sect, I don't know why the saint came to the mortal?" ”

Zhun Ti waved the bamboo cane in his hand casually, with a freehand and calm face: "I am here for Taoist friends, I am a Taoist friend and I have a fate in the West, and I am here to light." ”

"Hah!" Hearing this, Xiao Lan couldn't help but chuckle: "You also want to enlighten me?" Are you sure you have what it takes? ”

The quasi-Daoist smiled and said: "The saint is immeasurable, how can it be measured by the Daoist, but the Daoist is in the calamity and can't see the number of days clearly." ”

"I look at the number of days, and I'm here!" Xiao Lan snorted coldly in his mouth, and then, between raising his hand, he saw a sky-high sword intent behind him, manifesting out of thin air.

The eyes that suddenly opened, the divine light that shot out, boundless coercion, with the momentum of shaking the heavens and the earth, Hao rushed into the nine skies, shook the earth, and in an instant, a huge force. Pouring out of his body, unparalleled immense power. Shift the changes of yin and yang, and reverse the work of the five elements!

"Zheng" was accompanied by a high-pitched sword roar, and suddenly the wind and clouds changed in a flash, and he saw the fierce divine light in the sky, and a strange ancient sword came into the world majestically and fell into Xiao Lan's palm, it was the ancient sword of Zhuxian!

Holding the sword in his hand, suddenly, Xiao Lan's body, the sword intent was vigorous, like the waves of heaven and earth, bursting out, between the turbulent waves, condensing and condensing, turning into a monstrous sword pillar, connecting the sky to the ground, shaking the world, with unparalleled colossal strength, roaring straight to Zhun Ti, like a torrent of heaven and earth, unstoppable.

Seeing this, the quasi-Daoist immediately burst into laughter: "It's really unwise for Daoist friends to try to compete with the saint!" After that, I saw that with a shake of his hand, a Bodhi branch with seven forks had already appeared, which was the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, the holy relic of Zhun Ti Sanctification, flashing with the blurred divine light of seven colors of glass, covering the heavens and the earth and swept out.

Only to hear a loud confrontation, the huge void suddenly shook, and the huge mountains that stretched for hundreds of miles around it shattered, and in the void, there was a boundless storm and clouds.

The quasi-Tidao person backhanded Xiao Lan is staff, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree flashed with seven-colored brilliance, shining and unpredictable, and turned straight into a huge horse, rolling horizontally.

"Is the saint great? I'd like to see what you've learned from Hongjun! Seeing that Zhun Ti really did it, Xiao Lan immediately sneered, relying on the strength of Hongmeng's immortal body, ignoring the attack of the opponent's Qibao Miaoshu, turning over his hand, a sword broke through the air, and went straight to Zhun Ti's chest, and the sharp sword light cut through the void of heaven and earth, and a terrifying void crack spread and emerged.

Quasi-Daoist Shengwei burst out, and suddenly, the heavens and the earth were stagnant, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree bloomed with dazzling seven-colored glazed divine light, and between the backhands, it obscured the sky.

The misty Sanskrit sounds, filled with heaven and earth, and the inexplicable rules circulate, as if they are above time and space, giving birth to boundless dreams.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lan's Zhuxian Ancient Sword castration was strange and inexplicable, the moment it broke through the air, it was already close to the front, when Zhun Ti hurriedly parried, he didn't notice it for a while, the bun on his head was punctured, and after the staggered body, Zhun Ti stood in the air with his head scattered, looking like a wolf.

Xiao Lan succeeded in one move, and his subordinates were ruthless, and the edge of the Zhuxian Gu Sword was overwhelming, and the layers of sword light were overwhelming, pressing on, and he hit the retreat that he couldn't lift, but where did he have half a point of backhand power.

Zhun Ti was suddenly furious, so that a little-known person was forced to this part, too lost his face, he shouted loudly in his mouth, and his body shape changed at the moment, and in the blink of an eye, he had already floated in the air, suspended in mid-air, his hands flashed with thunder, the golden light was dazzling, and he was overwhelmed, and the rolling golden clouds were spreading, but it was the golden body of the Western Sect Bodhi, and he wanted to fight with Xiao Lan! (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit wènhttp://mnet

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