Blossom Buddhist texts, turned into golden lotus.

One moment is born, and the other is extinguished.

Set off on the sturdy body of the old monk Yuanwu, outside the monk's robe, the robe circulated, and the earthy yellow air shield of the Nirvana Sutra has also undergone substantial changes.

The rustic turtle shell in the soil turned into a halo of colored glass.

Even the dragon has changed greatly.

The Buddha staff is still the Buddha staff, black, with a dragon hovering over the body of the staff, holding up nine rings with both claws, shaping the dragon's head between the body of the staff and the head of the staff, and the majesty of the end.

It's just that now, the dragon spirit that has been worn out has been mostly repaired.

In the rapid growth of the old monk's momentum, he also saw the phantom of the dragon, hovering around his body and protecting the Buddha's body.

The wind swept and the heavens and the earth changed color.

In the darkness, there seemed to be clouds and rain splashing, but they did not trigger it, and not a drop of rain fell.

The hidden dragon comes out of the abyss, the clouds spread the rain, and the dragon meets the water, and the power is even greater.

The Ancestor had so much experience in fighting the Method, how could he make such a low-level mistake?

Today's battle can't use the cloud and rain spell.

In the sound of the dragon's groan, Daojun's gaze swept off the old monk's body.

Enlightenment is like rejuvenation.

The skin that was originally covered with age spots actually had the appearance of jade and glass.

He couldn't help but sigh.

Say:

"Dong Ling, what is this going on?

actually let you bathe your body with dragon qi, in this world, there is only one step left, and you will cultivate this dragon golden body. However, you, a Buddhist monk, dare to call yourself a Pure Land, which is really bold.

That's it. ”

Daojun moved his shoulder, and the body was mutilated, and in a breath, an arm grew again.

He moved his fingers.

All kinds of clouds and clouds, summoned to come, in the change of heaven and earth, cloudy, wind and thunder, turned into clouds and mist clothes, lined with high-crowned shirts, and walked forward for a moment, there are clouds and mist to support the body.

The wind and thunder are agitated, twisting the beard with his hand and flicking his fingers.

"Boom"

Trident-like thunder light fell from the sky, like a big hand suppressing mortal dust, and it fell in an instant.

The entire Taimiao is within a mile of circumference, and in this earth-shaking sound, it was pressed down by Qi Qi, and the thunder and fire burst out like a volcanic eruption, crushing the entire building into powder.

It's like a sandcastle on the beach, which is completely destroyed by the crushing of naughty children.

It's just a hello.

The rules of a thousand years ago are like this, just an appetizer before the fight.

If you can't even withstand this day's thunder method, then the next fighting method will not be interesting.

"Amitabha."

The low Buddha horn sounded from the thunder abyss that rolled like a sea on the ground, and the Buddha's words were bursting, and the thunder echoed, and in the middle of the swept away building ruins, the old monk did not even change his movements in the slightest.

There was thunder rolling around him, but he didn't move.

Within 30 zhang, if the pure land is located, all the dust is not clean, and the Buddhist orthography is protected around the body, and all kinds of spirits are dispersed.

In the words of the moving mountain, the Nirvana Temple has been inherited for thousands of years, and it should be traced back to the Pure Land Rulai Sect thousands of years ago, taking the Dharma and Zen path, obtaining the Buddha's fruit, cultivating the golden body, and not encroaching on all evils.

That's the effect in front of you, all kinds of spells are magical, you can't hurt the golden body, and you can't even get close.

There is a Sanskrit chant in the light of the Buddha around the body, which has a first-class "purification" effect.

"Not bad."

The ancestor floated in the sky, and saw the old monk below, who had eaten a slap of the Heavenly Thunder Method, unharmed, and there was a look of satisfaction and nostalgia in his eyes, and he commented casually.

In the next moment, Yunxia started.

Transform into a wish-like magic weapon and gently hit it downward.

At the moment under Ruyi's command, the dragon also swung upward, and the starting style of the mighty dragon staff, with thousands of Buddha lights, was like a fierce fist, sweeping into the sky.

"Bang"

The two sides fought against each other, and there was a piercing whisper in mid-air.

The old monk was surrounded by the thunder abyss land, and the brush brushed down three zhang, as if the whole land suddenly collapsed, like the invisible Mount Tai pressing the top.

Only the piece where he stood still remained in its original state, like an island in the thunder sea.

The island also crumbled apart in an instant.

The old monk got up and flew over, the ground under his feet could not bear the recoil, and the pieces were annihilated, dragging the old monk like a golden arc of light, rushing towards the ancestor in the sky.

The enlightenment of Buddhism is profound, but the ability to look after the family is still martial arts.

How can it be possible to use Buddhist means to fight with the ancestors right now? Since he is a martial artist, and the golden body of the Buddhist family that he has cultivated, his strength has been enhanced tenfold and hundredfold, and the Dawei Tianlong Staff has also turned decay into magic, bringing all kinds of martial arts and supernatural powers.

Naturally, only by fighting this ancestor in close combat can there be a way to win.

His plans can't be hidden from the ancestor.

Seeing him flying over, the smoke and clouds in the ancestor's hand changed a little, the Dao sword was in his hand, and he gently picked it forward, like the strength of the angry waves of the sea, and slapped it on Yuanwu's body.

This sword, with the weight of the sea, made contact with the dragon smashed by Yuanwu for a moment, and broke the move of the Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Staff.

Brute force plus.

The old monk who flew into the air was forced back to the ground.

Its sword-style shot, there is a bit of the meaning of the sword trick of the sea, looking at the bottom holding an oil-paper umbrella, holding Zhao Ming's mountain-moving fairy girl with a gloomy face, her housekeeper is unlearned, and she was stolen away.

This ancestor is really not exquisite!

is obviously an immortal cultivator, he doesn't go to play immortal arts, but he comes to learn the ability of a martial artist, and he learns so well.

"But it's a joke when you think about it."

The moving mountain king no longer looked at the fighting method, and with Zhao Ming, whose face was pale, he wanted to go to the other side of the imperial city.

She complained:

"Even if you cultivate a golden body, it is only the ability of a martial artist, and it is a big realm away from the ancestor, even if you only wake up three points of divine thoughts now, it is also a variety of hanging, not to mention, the golden body of the old monk is not stable.

The supernatural sky floats on the surface, and the mortal body has no time to temper it with aura, if he is the only one, then he is dead. ”

"Senior sister, what should I do now?"

Zhao Ming, who was held in his hand by the moving mountain, saw the immortal fighting method in front of him, and his face was already pale, he asked, the senior sister, made the moving mountain jun chuckle.

She started under her feet, and in the sound of explosion, she flew out with Zhao Ming.

And said in a playful tone:

"What's your name? You haven't started yet, so you can't afford to be called it. As for now, just wait now, if the ancestor wins, you, the southern country, will continue to bow down and worship, and become my Penglai vassal.

If the ancestor loses, it is thought that the qi in this world is not exhausted, and there is still the strength to breathe. ”

Speaking of this, Yishan Jun lowered his head and looked at Zhao Ming.

She asked:

"Your Majesty, do you want the Ancestor to win? Or do you want him to lose? ”

"Of course you win."

Zhao Ming replied without thinking.

"Hehe, you're really hopeless."

Moving Mountain Jun whispered, and there was no interest in talking to him.

With a flick of his left hand, Zhao Ming was thrown out, but it was not lethal force, it was just pushed over.

"Benjun wants to protect the dragon qi array eye, so that the aura conversion is not chaotic, there is no time to protect you, you can go, stay here, and cheer for the ancestor, it's all up to you."

The strong and arrogant spirit rolled around Zhao Ming, and in the advice of the moving mountain, he fell lightly in the chaotic crowd outside the Taimiao.

The destruction of the Taimiao has made the imperial city a mess, the palace guards fled for their lives in all directions, and when they saw Zhao Ming falling, no one went to help, but the lord of the country was not unprotected.

When the golden light spell in the distance danced wildly, stirring up chaos in the sky, hundreds of martial artists of all colors came from outside the imperial city, only rushing towards Zhao Ming's side.

The lord of the kingdom also noticed the group.

His face turned pale, thinking that these people in the rivers and lakes were going to take the opportunity to assassinate, so he retreated again and again, his feet were weak, and he fell down, and he was very embarrassed.

"Huh"

The figure fell, it was a middle-aged man dressed in black and holding a sword, his breath was like an abyss, and he was obviously a master of a generation.

"Tang Jiusheng in Lower Taihu Lake is here to protect the lord of the country."

Tang Daxia saw Zhao Ming fall to the ground in front of him, his face was pale, his eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't help but despise three points, this is the lord of today's generation?

Hehe, it's not much better than those human kings thousands of years ago.

But he was so disdainful in his heart, but his face was full of stability.

He bent down to help Zhao Ming up, and whispered to the lord of the country:

"We are Penglai people, don't be afraid."

Hearing this, the face of the lord of the country suddenly improved a lot, he was helped to stand up, and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Tang Jiusheng waving his hand.

This hero instructed the reincarnated old ghosts behind him:

"The three strongest martial arts will follow me to protect the lord of the country, and the rest will go to the city."

He cut down vertically with his left hand, murderous and awe-inspiring, and said in a cold voice:

"Find disobedience, kill it!"

This murderous aura shocked the face of the lord of the country again, and the chivalrous guests in front of him immediately dispersed, scattering birds and beasts, and only three people remained, protecting Zhao Ming in the center and going in the direction of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

"Don't worry, lord."

Tang Jiusheng said softly:

"Today is the bait, luring the Beikou and the rivers and lakes to disobey into Lin'an, there are ancestors and moving mountain kings, none of them can escape, after today's Lin'an killing array, there will be Lang Lang Qiankun descending.

The lord of the country only needs to sit on the dragon chair, wait patiently, wait for the rebellion to be punished, so that it is convenient to raise the heart in front of the palace, and then host an entrance ceremony for the country to ensure the scenery. ”

There's nothing wrong with that, but it's just a bit of irony that can't be disguised.

Zhao Ming pursed his lips, but he didn't say anything, and let these four warriors escort him to the direction of the Forbidden Palace.

"Bang"

At the south gate of Lin'an, in the loud noise, the huge city gate was like being hit by a battering ram, and the golden fire burned wildly along the city gate, but in less than a breath, the entire gate was burned.

Zhang Chu, who was dressed in black, flicked his sleeves and was worried about his life.

Behind him, tens of thousands of red-eyed demon soldiers roared, shouting and killing in the unhindered Lin'an City, and the country's own soldiers, the elite of the Tiger Benwei, were blocked in this city gate, and the formation had been arranged.

Apparently anticipating the arrival of this enemy army.

The tiger guards wore gold armor, and the demon soldiers wore black armor, just like the black tide rolling, crashing into the golden embankment, just for the moment of engagement, hundreds of people died in the tragic battle.

Zhang Chu didn't look at the battlefield.

He got up from the spot, put his hands on his back, stepped on the dwelling, and walked in the direction of the imperial city without looking back, behind him, the melancholy and lifeless man holding the magic knife followed closely with red and blue eyes, with a bewitching red glow.

At the same time, at the north gate of Lin'an, there was also a loud bang.

The huge city gate was like a crushed biscuit, sprinkled with sawdust flying horizontally, and Chunyangzi, who was wearing a white robe, leisurely withdrew his left hand, and behind him, the elite of Tiance had formed a military formation.

Li Baoguo, who was wearing red armor, was holding a humming Hundred Birds Chaofeng Spear, and the cold murderous aura flowed behind him, enveloping the Shaking Light Guard, the Heluo Gang, the Beggars Gang, the Jade Emperor Palace, the Pure Yang Sect and the people of the Sword Sect.

But Li Baoguo is not the first.

Half in front of him, on the saddle of the majestic black war horse, Qingqing, who was also wearing red armor and a war helmet, carried the famous object of the Three Sun and Moon around his waist, and held a Xuanhua big axe that was seriously inconsistent with her temperament.

Long hair tied in braids and swaying at the back of the head.

This big axe was given to her by Li Shouguo when she was in Guanzhong.

It's not a famous blade, but it's used by the general in his life, plus Qingqing will also have the secret method of breaking the army axe of the Tiance Army, and he is a master of the ground list, so it's quite easy to use this thing.

Today, she is the leading general.

"Raise the flag!"

Qingqing moved his hand armor for a while, and when he cultivated his soul, he could leave a trace of clarity in the appearance of the killing intent battle array.

She commanded behind her, her tone indifferent.

Behind her, riding the Black King, a monster-like little iron, raised a black banner and inserted it in the Black King's mechanism, the big banner hunted and flew around, and there was only one seal on it.

Now that you have arrived in Lin'an, you don't need to hide it anymore.

In the laughter of Li Yijian and others, and in the spread of the military formation in the rear, there were also Taoist banners erected.

"All the soldiers, follow the lonely into the city!"

Qingqing mobilized his true qi and spread his voice throughout the army.

"Rebuild Da Chu and restore my rivers and mountains!"

She took the lead, carrying a great axe, and rushed into the city.

Behind him, thousands of troops and horses followed, and in the city in front of him, there were also southern soldiers to block, but in the neighing of the hundred birds towards the phoenix spear, the current captain rushed and was cut down by Qingqing with an axe.

After the first flash of blood, there were bursts of horses' hooves.

The killing intent surged, so that the ferocity of the shaking light guard, one level higher, how could these southern soldiers and soldiers be able to stop such a peerless military peak? Some of the older generals were even more trembling by the big banner of Chu characters.

Da Chu, the orthodoxy of the world.

Is this coming back?

"Duan's heroic spirit, don't let the eyebrows, the deceased Fan family, this is to make a phoenix cry, attract a hundred birds to worship, and make the old Taoist sigh."

Chun Yangzi said softly.

Behind him, a group of masters of the rivers and lakes have also been prepared.

"Let's go."

Lao Dao waved his hand and looked at the Imperial City, and said:

"Let's not go again, Yuanwu Na, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it, Huang Daochang, for us ordinary warriors, let's show up."

"Wow"

Tai'a was unsheathed, and purple light surged.

Huang Wumiao's long beard fluttered, took a step forward, swung his sword forward, and saw a sharp sword light, across the sky, only towards the imperial city, and he didn't know what he hit, so he sent out bursts of echoes.

"Well, fellow believers are here."

In the Nirvana Temple, Shen Qiu Huoran got up, he looked at the sword light that crossed the sky like purple lightning, turned around and said to Ah Qing, who also got up behind him, but only held a green bamboo:

"You really don't need a sword? Bringing bamboo branches to the battlefield is a bit unsophisticated, Grand Master. ”

"I don't need to."

Ah Qing waved the green bamboo in his hand and said:

"That's enough. That's for you. ”

Following Ah Qing's gaze, on the table beside her, a blade was held by a black cloth, and its identity could be seen just from its shape.

"Shake the light."

Shen Qiu stretched out his hand, touched the black cloth, and finally held the hilt of the knife, and said:

"It's only been more than a year, but it feels like a long time has passed, and today I want to let it drink blood, the day of the reconstruction of Dachu, when I shake the light and go unchecked, I really feel a bit of fate.

Thank you. ”

He grabbed Shaoguang, carried it on his shoulder, and said to Ah Qing behind him:

"The Great Grandmaster will go to help his fellow Daoists first, and Shen will come later."

"What are you going to do?"

Ah Qing asked.

"I went to the mortal world first, and then I went to discuss martial arts with the immortal family."

Shen Qiu walked out of the wing room and said without looking back:

"It's just the last step, and it won't be delayed for long."