The voice was not loud at first, but in this voice, there was an indescribable charm.

The originally murderous guards, at this moment, the movements in their hands were sluggish.

The crossbow bolt that should have been shot in his hand remained in his hand.

A burst of Buddhist sounds sounded, and a sense of compassion began to spread from the palace, enveloping all directions.

This is an artistic conception, as if people are in a state of bliss, forgetting all troubles, all pains, all calamities, red dust and suffering, it is better to take refuge.

Yang Qifeng frowned, but this artistic conception had little impact on him.

Even the backlash of the power of the demon star, he was able to withstand it once, so naturally it would not affect this idea.

You must know that compared with the two, there is no doubt that there is a world of difference, and the gap between cloud and mud is not much comparable at all.

But Yang Qifeng had nothing to do with himself, but the guards who followed him were not good.

The guards were disturbed by this thought, forgot everything, and took refuge in my Buddha.

This thought seems to be compassionate, but if you distinguish it carefully, you can detect the domineering in it, forcibly brainwash, transform the world, and take refuge in Buddhism.

The abbot of Shaolin Temple, after this idea was born, Yang Qifeng immediately realized who was the one who made the move?

At the beginning in the Shaolin Temple, this one gave him a deep impression, this idea is not so much the spiritual power, the other party has been meditating for many years, this spiritual power is extremely powerful, and it can evolve from nothingness, turn the virtual into reality, and then have an impact on the world, which is extremely rare in martial arts.

He doesn't have a good solution to this artistic conception and the attack brought by the spirit.

Although his intelligence has increased well, and his points are not low, it is purely a direct increase in potential, and the disadvantages have already been reflected.

If it is about intelligence, Yang Qifeng thinks that his intelligence at this moment is still above this Shaolin abbot, if he knows how to use it, the spiritual attack is far beyond this Shaolin abbot, but Yang Qifeng's intelligence is directly added, and there is no method at all to use it, and the direct simple and rude use, the current intelligence is still too low.

If he wants to break bricks, he will definitely not be able to, with a palm or a punch, the bricks will not hurt, but he will really be injured.

But if you have been trained and can control your strength, then it is naturally not too difficult to break bricks.

Yang Qifeng: He is like this now, he lacks the method of controlling the spiritual power evolved by this intelligence.

And if ordinary people want to achieve the ability to directly break a brick in one palm, they naturally need a strong physique, which requires a qualitative change, but Yang Qifeng does not have it now.

In such a situation, he can only take the most extreme method, and a golden bell appears on his body.

The blood on it began to emerge immediately, winding around the Admiralty, and in an instant, the Admiralty was covered with blood-colored patterns, and a striped path was like a meridian, turning the Admiralty into a blood bell.

His backhand was a slap.

This blood bell has an evil sound, which is exactly the opposite of the auspicious sound in this thought.

When, when, when!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The continuous bells began to spread melodiously in the imperial city, although the sound was loud, it was difficult to hide the ghosts in it, and aroused all kinds of negative emotions of people, desires, and hopes were constantly increased.

The guard, who had a peaceful face and had already put down his weapon, turned hideous at this moment, his eyes were full of ferocity, and the negative emotions in his heart were infinitely magnified.

In the midst of the bells, bursts of Buddha sounds came out.

"When I was a Buddha, all living beings in the ten worlds, all living beings, all had a purple and golden body; Thirty-two kinds of male appearances; Upright and pure, all of the same. If there is a difference in appearance, there are people who are good and ugly, and they do not attain enlightenment. 3. Knowing the golden wish. Fourth, thirty-two wishes. Fifth, there is no difference in the body"

The scriptures of the Sutra of Amitayus continue to come out of the palace.

The voice was like Sanskrit, word by word, striking at the depths of people's hearts, and the hideous face of the guard, his face appeared serene in the next moment.

Conflict, at this moment the bell has been with the sound of the Buddha, with the Janissaries as the battlefield, began to clash.

The bell rang quickly, one was desperate, and the second one had continued to ring,

But in this way, it is still difficult to compare with this Buddha sound.

When Yang Qifeng saw this scene, he knew that unless he continued to increase the use of the power of the demon star, he would not be able to suppress this Buddha sound, after all, he didn't know how to use it like this, and it was completely by relying on his deep foundation, simple and rough attack method, and the effect caused was limited.

A figure looted in.

The sword is about three feet long, a luxurious long sword, attacking from the sky.

Yang Qifeng decisively gave up the dispute with the Shaolin abbot, and he raised his head and stared at the sword with blazing eyes. 、

This sword of the Taixu Dao people,

It's incredibly fast, and the sword momentum is even more bizarre and elusive, and in today's world, there is no one who can take this sword.

Thirty years ago, he was already invincible in the world, thirty years of seclusion, his skills have become more and more refined, even if the world's top masters face this sword, I am afraid that he will also hate.

However, the person in front of the Taixu Daoist is Yang Qifeng, a demon star.

The sword was in the air, and he had already moved.

The strong wind snorted, and in a flash, the moment the luxurious long sword approached, Yang Qifeng's palm was already stretched out.

into a claw, claw to the long sword.

While! Sparks are flying. Claws and swords collide. Prompted a powerful force field to be released, causing the surrounding guards to stagger, falling to the ground one by one, the armor on the body was also damaged in many places, and the wounds were listed on the body.

The palm of the hand was tightly clenched, and in the palm of the palm, a scar appeared here.

The golden bell jar was broken,

It was useless to prevent it, especially the power of the demon star.

Ever since he cultivated the Golden Bell Jar, he has been injured in battle, and he has also had it, but his palm has been injured, which is absolutely none.

The dragon claw hand he cultivated, a pair of sharp claws, was already a sword that was difficult to injure, with the technique of destroying the hard, it was as hard as steel, breaking the weapon, it was as simple as eating and drinking, not to mention Yang Qifeng, he cultivated the golden bell jar again, this palm is the hardest place, and the defense is the strongest.

But at this time, he was wounded, and if he attacked him somewhere else,

Needless to say, the results are already self-evident.

"Slay the demon star, peace the world," the old man's eyes were cold, his lips squirmed, and he said six words.

The long sword in his hand swung again.