Soonda's spiritual cultivation was already very skillful, and in order to exercise this wonderful cultivation, he had spent ten years in retreat and meditation; When you leave the customs, you can already sense 18 vajra, 36 hands, 72 feet, and 108 changes at the same time.

It's easy to say, but this is the biggest threshold for tantric cultivation, and it's easy to visualize a chicken and a person; Contemplating two chickens and two people at the same time, and taking care of all the details at the same time, requires arduous cultivation just as writing different words with both hands at the same time.

Soonda's cultivation has reached the point where he is able to visualize the Dharma of the Heavens at the same time, and the cultivation and tolerance required are terrifyingly powerful.

After the battle with the bamboo Taoist Red Cloud Golden Peak, Suo Wenda merged all kinds of laws into a round and exquisite pearl.

At this moment, the living Buddha has a feeling of lack; Zhu Tong trapped in the spirit is a human spirit, all kinds of hallucinations are abnormal, and there is only one exquisite pearl, and he gradually can't keep up with Zhu Tong's increasingly huge flow of thoughts. If it was just to subdue Zhu Tong, after Soonda now cast his spirit turn to trap Zhu Tong, it would be easy to defeat this little liar with a sneak attack; But that victory meant nothing to Sounda.

The scene inside the spirit turned again, Zhu Tong was sitting on the rostrum and talking nonsense, and there were tens of thousands of listeners in the audience.

Zhu Tong coughed dryly, and the audience burst into a tidal wave of applause. Zhu Tong coughed dryly again, and the audience once again burst into warm applause.

Suddenly, Zhu Tong turned into the appearance of Suo Wenda, standing on the top of the red cloud gold, facing the bamboo Taoist priest's half-footed bamboo knife.

Soonda shook it, the Red Cloud Golden Dome battle was a pass for him; Zhu Tong seems to have stolen a little......

Before the Living Buddha of Suo Wenda could make any moves, the red cloud golden top was replaced by a mushroom rock, and the bamboo Taoist priest and Liu Yilan stood in the wind, fluttering like a fairy.

The living Buddha finally couldn't keep the clarity in his heart, and was brought into the mushroom rock last night by the little liar, and into the poignant scene before the bamboo Taoist ascension.

The words and deeds of the Bamboo Daoist, every action of Yu Xuan Zhenren and Elder Huo, flew out of the heart of the living Buddha through the spiritual transformation, so that Zhu Tong could see and hear the scene at that time; Liu Yilan followed a trace of the red thread of the bamboo Taoist priest, floating between the two with the dreamy sound of the flute.

The sparkling reflection, the last trick of the bamboo Taoist priest's sadness, was also displayed in front of Zhu Tong.

If Zhu Tong had experience, he would only need to move three steps at this time to break through Suo Wenda's mysterious spiritual transformation, and even defeat the Living Buddha before he could regain his lost mind.

Helpless, the sound of the bamboo Taoist priest's flute was too beautiful and light, and Zhu Tong looked at the bright smile of the bamboo Taoist priest in the starry sky stupidly, and actually dropped two lines of tears.

Because of this moment of silence, Suo Wenda first Zhu Tong came to his senses, and he was in a cold sweat, knowing that if Zhu Tong continued to think like this, he must be the first to be exhausted.

"That's smart." The Living Buddha exclaimed, stretched out a finger, broke his fingertips and shot three drops of blood into the Linglong Bead, and shouted a mantra: "Moo! ”

The blood in the spirit turned overflowing, and the demons flew around, bringing Zhu Tong and Aunt Die to the highest place, which was Ye Er and Wang Xiangzhen.

Ye'er's clothes were torn off, her hair was torn off, and her fingers were bitten; Wang Xiangzhen was the same, tortured and wailed.

Aunt Die shouted sadly: "Yu Fei." ”

Zhu Tong shouted, "Don't go." ”

But Aunt Die was already crazy, and a few points of green light shot out of her hands, which really made Zhu Tong feel the burning pain.

Zhu Tong didn't pay attention to it for a while, and the green mangs drilled into his body and went up along the meridians.

Is this Aunt Die's unique practice of heart inflammation? The hands of the two people finally parted, and the divine amber rolled to the ground, and the two butterfly gods suddenly returned to their bodies.

Aunt Butterfly rose desperately, and the butterfly mask fell to the ground, holding the divine amber.

Zhu Tong was helpless, and shot the dragon needle that she had been holding in her hand at Aunt Die, she screamed and fell into the depths of the black fog.

The black mist closed, Zhu Tong could no longer feel the position of Aunt Die, and the green light approached his chest, and was reduced by the thick true qi of the phoenix mask until it was extinguished.

He shouted a few times, only echoes could be heard, and there was absolute silence all around; Deep loneliness rises from the depths of my heart, although it is dangerous to walk the rivers and lakes, what I am most afraid of is the loneliness in the wandering.

In order to dilute the loneliness and find a little warmth, are you so debauched? Zhu Tongzheng recalled.

A lamp, a little warmth came through the black fog, Zhu Tong looked for it, walked into a thatched house, the oil lamp hung on the wooden beam in the thatched house.

In front of the dilapidated bed, the old crook was picking up a one-year-old child, and his eyebrows and eyes were so familiar.

On the bed, lying a dignified **; Oh, she looked sickly and had blood on her chest.

Strange, what kind of clothes are they wearing?

Zhu Tong had never seen an old liar so young, wearing such clothes, and wearing a belt around his waist.

A man in black walked in outside the door, how could he be somewhat similar to Lan Zhanjiang? There was another person behind him, ah, it was Mei Ye.

What are they talking about? Zhu Tong walked in, the surroundings were still quiet, no one could see him, no one paid attention to him, just talking to each other.

The oil lamp went out, and Zhu Tong opened his eyes wide, only to see the lonely back of the old liar, disappearing into the black fog; He still had the child in his arms.

** Ran out of the black fog again, with tears in his eyes, and hung something on the child's chest, that is, a phoenix mask!

The boundless black fog isolated Zhu Tong again; Loneliness and depression forced him to open his mouth to shout, but he couldn't make any sound.

Zhu Tong waved his arms frantically, wanting to break something, tear something, but only hit the emptiness.

He began to tear his clothes, tore his hair, desperately trying to make himself feel pain.

Still no effect.

The corners of Soonda's mouth showed a hint of pity, Zhu Tong was on the verge of collapse, and the memories that appeared in Zhu Tong's heart at this moment in the spirit turn were not the original intention of the living Buddha to make him a madman. Soonda was about to put away the Moro Prison Seal and release him from the Spiritual Turn, but Zhu Tong fell silent, waving his hand in the air.

The black mist faded little by little, and Sowenda paid attention to the Linglong Pearl, but saw that from Zhu Tong's chest, colorful brilliance emanated, and his hands wrote the words "ghost" and "dog" in the air; Every word condensed a little black mist, which never dissipated, swirling around him.

Zhu Tong wrote a big word "spirit" again, Suo Wenda's heart shook, and the cultivation power contained in the exquisite pearl was extracted by the dragon star in Zhu Tong's hand and injected into the word "spirit".

Wonderful Zhumen words, this is the real challenge.

Soonda excitedly controlled Linglong Zhu and confronted Zhu Tong's thoughts.

After all, the spirit is the world of the living Buddha's visualization, Linglong Zhu digested and sorted out Zhu Tong's thoughts just now, and quickly projected the scenes that had appeared one by one, Zhu Tong's mind was smart, but there was a weakness: everything should be analyzed and straightened out.

He didn't have time to digest such a huge flow of information, his spirit gradually weakened, and there were signs of collapse; The words in his hand were also slow.

Sounda was just about to be complacent, when he saw Zhu Tong sitting down, his face gradually calmed down.

He probed into it strangely, but saw that Zhu Tong's thoughts were blank, there was really nothing, and he didn't react to any of the things that Soonda projected into it.

Could it be that Zhu Tong can't bear to become an idiot?

The Living Buddha was a little scared, and it was definitely not a trivial matter to make the head of the Zhumen a fool.

Just as his mind was shaking, Zhu Tong waved his arms and wrote a big word in the air: 中.

At the same time, Zhu Tong's chest flashed with colorful brilliance, releasing a waterfall-like violent flow of thoughts.

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