The battle, from the very beginning, is the most intense!

The little Taoist priest closed his eyes.

With supreme perseverance, he let his Dao heart be spotless and not a single thought was born.

Then he began to think.

He will summon Thunder.

Nine days, summon the god thunder!

The light of the Buddha is brilliant, and the Dharma is boundless.

But the boundless Dharma, there is no more than a yang ghost!

Gritting their teeth, several of the most profound Buddhist monks held the nine Buddhist treasures in front of them, activating the power of worship contained in the magic weapon for a hundred years. For a while, the Buddha's light was more prosperous.

In the nose, there is sandalwood. And in the air, the sound of Sanskrit singing is no longer faint, like a human whisper, it is in the ear.

The light mask, little by little, but unswervingly, pressed towards the yang ghost.

Light smoke fills the air, gradually condensing into clouds. The clouds became a wall, struggling to resist, but finally retreated!

All the eminent monks were overjoyed, and they did their best to arouse their lifelong cultivation and all their mental power, just to defeat the enemy with one blow!

It seemed like a long time, and it didn't seem to be too long, and the light mask finally stuck to the yang ghost.

The yang ghost was furious, opened his mouth, and let out a long howl.

This sound, silent!

However, within a radius of several miles, all the chirping of insects, birds, dogs, and chickens disappeared at this moment!

Only the voices remain!

Even the bright moon was hidden in the dark clouds.

After this sound, the light smoke exploded violently. The mask snapped up and opened wide. It's so big that it's about to explode.

The monks shouted in unison: "No! ”

The light mask stretched to the maximum, and in this sound, it suddenly froze. It then quickly retracts into a ball of light.

Master Wude shouted angrily: "Extinguish! ”

The ball of light shrunk, shrunk, coalesced into a dot, and eventually, vanished!

When the point of light was annihilated, the five-colored Buddha light exploded violently, turning into a sea, a brilliant sea of light.

In the sea of light, all the monks laughed in unison.

Master Wude put down the small golden pestle in his hand, he put his palms together, and said, "Amitabha, everything is illusory, everything is empty. Life is hard, and it's good not to be in reincarnation. You, go for it! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Yuanzhen suddenly lost his voice and exclaimed: "Look, head! ”

The monks looked up.

Surprised!

Surprise!

Overhead, the yang ghost was floating in the air. Most of the light smoke on her body was gone, revealing her bare feet and white dress.

But she didn't die, she didn't lose her soul!

It turned out that she had just struck a fatal blow, not to break the mask, but to escape at all costs when the mask was at its most vulnerable!

She managed to escape!

The yang ghost tilted his head sideways and looked up at the sky, like a delicate woman, asking the heavens: Who are these people? Why do you destroy my lamp and destroy my soul?

After the shock, Master Wude grabbed the little golden pestle, and he screamed: "Chant the mantra, quick, quick!" ”

Because he was too frightened, this old monk, who had always been kind, had a sharp voice for a while, which was not like a human voice.

This sound woke up the monks.

This sound also alarmed the yang ghost!

The yang ghost lowered his head and looked down at the monks.

Then she opened her mouth and let out a long howl!

In the roar, the yang ghost swooped down in the air!

Fast, fast!

In the air, a string of afterimages was left behind. And she is already in the middle of the group of monks.

Then, she spun around.

Many flowers flew out of her.

Countless flowers.

Countless milky white flowers woven of smoke and mist.

Flowers, all kinds. There are peach blossoms, plum blossoms, peonies, and peonies. Each flower, although not very real, is very beautiful.

These beautiful flowers flew out of her. In the middle of the day, it rained flowers.

But this rain is, deadly!

Flowers, woven of smoke, are as thin as a mist and seem to be blown out in one breath. The flower, slowly flying out, seems to fall weakly at any moment.

But these flowers that fly out slowly are actually extremely fast; These extremely thin flowers are actually extremely hard and sharp!

sharp, cutting through human flesh, like cutting paper; Cutting off a person's bones is like chopping tofu!

So, after the rain of flowers, there is the rain of blood.

In the rain of blood, more than a dozen monks died!

Only one hit!

"No!" The monks' eyes were cracked and they drank.

The sound of a conch.

An old nun picked up the white conch of the Buddha's treasure and blew it.

With a single sound, there was blood in her nose. The second sound, there was blood in her mouth. In the third, she had blood in her eyes.

The three conches stirred up a sea, a white sea.

In the white sea, the sun ghost came in waves.

The old nun exclaimed: "Impossible, how can you move, how can it be!" ”

The yang ghost didn't say anything, she raised her finger and flicked, Lao Ni's, her head was broken!

Another old monk roared, and used the Buddha's Gate Supreme Treasure as a spear, and stabbed it with a shot.

The yang ghost turned around again, and the flower rain rose again.

In the flying flowers, the Shengzun building was cut off piece by piece.

When the old monk rushed to the yang ghost, his hands were empty.

The old monk opened his mouth and recited the sentence "Amitabha".

Then, his throat was slitted by three white flowers!

This wave of flower rain stirred up a rain of blood.

Some monks couldn't bear it any longer, so they cried and screamed and ran out.

But you can't run away!

The yang ghost flicked his fingers lightly, and every time he pointed out, there must be a headless fall.

Master Wude shouted: "Monks, defend the Buddha with your body and attain nirvana." A stinky skin, why not give it up tonight? Monks, chanting Buddha, chanting Buddha! ”

As he spoke, Master Wude sat upright and closed his eyes, knocked on the golden wooden fish with his hands, and recited the Buddha's name!

All the monks present, all of them were extraordinary people, and when they saw that it was useless to escape, they all sat upright with their eyes closed, holding handprints and chanting mantras.

The Buddha's light rises!

But this Buddha light no longer has the glory of the beginning!

The light of the Buddha is like the sea, and the yang ghost cannot dodge. She didn't hide, just took a walk in this sea of Buddha light!

With the suppression of Buddhism, the yang ghost can no longer use the technique of flying flowers. The five-colored Buddha light is gorgeous, and the yang ghost is barefoot, with a white skirt, walking lightly in it. She stretched out her slender jade fingers, as if to pick the most beautiful flowers and make the most beautiful lamps. Every movement is light and breezy, without a trace of mortal atmosphere.

But every time she stretched out her fingers, she took the life of a monk!

She just walked so lightly, killed so lightly. No monk can stop her, no magic weapon can hurt her!

Master Zhenyuan sighed, looked back, and said to the little Taoist: "Tianyi is long, everything depends on you!" ”

"Please, Daoist, summon the divine thunder!"

Then he closed his eyes and condensed his whole body to cultivate, but he didn't say a word, he didn't move!

The day is long, everything is up to you!

Please, Chief, summon the Divine Thunder!

Summoning thunder! The little Taoist priest shouted in his heart.

Maybe it's the magic of Buddhism, or maybe it's the magic of Taoism, in the light of the Buddha, the little Taoist priest who closes his eyes can still perceive everything outside his body.

Not to see with the eyes, not with the heart, but to "see" with perception.

He saw that the yang ghost was killing the monks like picking flowers, and he saw that the yang ghost was coming to him. She walked past, and all beings withered!

Closer, closer, closer, between the Yang Ghost and him, there were less than ten monks.

And Thunder has not yet been summoned!

The little Taoist priest cut off his perception and withdrew every trace of his mind.

So, he had no joy, no sorrow, no fear, no fear. As a result, he cannot see, hear, smell, touch, or perceive.

This is naturally extremely difficult, extremely difficult, but at the moment of life and death, for the first time in his life, the little Taoist priest successfully did it. After all, he is a genius of the Dao Sect, after all, he has a firm Dao heart, and he has never abandoned his cultivation for a day.

At this moment, all the consciousness of the little Taoist priest was invested in the air. In the air, he came up with it, the Nine Heavens Ying Yuan Thunder Puhua Tianzun!

There has never been such a moment, Puhua Tianzun is so lifelike, and the eyebrows can be counted! Tianzun's body shines with divine light, and in Tianzun's eyes, thunder and lightning rise and fall!

The little Taoist threw himself to the ground and worshiped at the feet of Tianzun.

He recited:

……

Thunder and lightning, thunderbolts, and the wind rises,

I am here today, the heavens and the earth are clear, and the earthquake and thunder.

The five parties responded, cleansing the murderer, annihilating the evil trace,

When it comes to the thunderbolt, it is as urgent as a law!

Haste as a law!

Tianzun originally dominated the world and was proud of the sky. At this time, he lowered his head and glanced at the little Taoist.

This glance, like countless tiny thunderbolts, exploded in every subtlety of the little Taoist's body.

The little Taoist priest couldn't stop being shaken, and his whole body was numb.

After taking a look, Tianzun opened his mouth, and his voice was like thunder.

Thunder!

Tianzun said.

After this sound, the little Taoist's divine consciousness returned to his body.

So at this moment, everything in the outside world came into his heart.

He "saw" that the yang ghost was close at hand, and behind her, all the monks were dead!

He saw that Master Wude was spitting blood from his mouth and had fallen on the golden wooden fish. He was so angry that he tried his best to open his eyes and look at himself!

He saw that there was a hole in the center of Master Zhenyuan's eyebrows, piercing through the front and back, and red and white were pouring out of this hole. Master Zhenyuan fell backwards, and when he fell, he looked at himself and spat out a word in his mouth: "Thunder!" ”

The little Taoist priest opened his eyes, he opened his mouth, and a word came out of his mouth: Thunder!

Thunder!

Divine Thunder!

Purple Mansion Thunder!

Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!

Between heaven and earth, there was a thunderclap!

The sound spreads for ten miles, and the world is clear!

The Yang Ghost raises its head violently!

Even through the light smoke, the little Taoist priest could see the shock and fear in the center of the yang ghost's eyes!

The yang ghost wants to hide, but in this world, no one has nothing and can dodge the thunder!

Thunder sounded, white light blazing.

All this happened in a split second!

At this moment, there was a rumbling sound in the ears of the little Taoist, and the eyes of the little Taoist priest were white.

For a moment, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything. His entire heaven and earth are all left, this loud noise, this white light!

The power of a thunderbolt is so powerful!

Maybe it was only for a moment, maybe it was a full moment, and the roar in the little Taoist's ears dissipated, and the white light in his eyes faded.

He saw that there was nothing in front of him!

Nothing, nothing!

He saw that Master Zhenyuan and Master Wude were facing him, and his eyes were closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A smile of contentment!

Thirty-six Buddhist instruments, including nine Buddhist treasures. Fifty-five monks, thirty-one of whom were eminent monks, besieged and killed a yang ghost in such a battle. But they were defeated. All the monks died tragically!

But their deaths were worth it in the end. Because they dragged the yang ghost and let the little Taoist summon the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!

Under the divine thunder, all evils are annihilated, and no matter how yang ghosts are, they will not be lucky.

So Master Zhenyuan and Master Wude left with a smile!

Looking at these two masters, the little Taoist priest clasped his hands together and recited: "Amitabha! ”

He let out a long sigh and was about to say, "It's over, it's over!" ”

However, he suddenly shook his whole body.

In front of him, a barefoot appeared, and then a white dress and a white dress.