Little Lori is not ordinary, her wrist turned slightly, and she tried to get in through the gap in the sword trick desperately. Seeing this, Lao Xiaotou had to be forced to pull the move, for fear of rubbing his hands and hurting the innocent. It's just that he retreated, but it seemed to become the driving force for her to move forward, and she even disregarded life and death, and touched the bottom line of Lao Xiaotou's swordsmanship again and again. After a few times, she was allowed to break through fifty zhang. At this time, Lao Xiaotou couldn't avoid it anymore, otherwise she would rush to the front, and if she didn't really work hard, she would have to abandon the candle dragon and run away by herself. This is by no means the ending that Old Xiao Tou wants to see, so he gritted his teeth and decided to teach little Lori a lesson. His arms were slightly raised, and his palms were reversed into a bright sun-rising pattern, golden like a round of sun.

At this moment, the sword move emitted a dazzling golden light like gilding, and at this moment, Xiao Lori's eyes were forced to be unable to open, and there was a steaming heat, forcing her to retreat. At this moment, she realized that people were just teasing her just now, otherwise with his cultivation, he could kill himself in seconds.

The girl twisted her waist, then turned around, moved a few times, and returned to the colorful spirit beast array. She seemed to think of Lao Xiaotou's true intention to do this, so she was no longer angry, took out the jade flute from her hand and continued to play. Old Xiao Tou didn't bother her anymore at this time, after all, he didn't want to really fight with her. As for the candle dragon, a little bit of time just now was enough, if it couldn't defeat the seven-colored miscellaneous beast, at least it could get out.

Sure enough, just when Lao Xiao Tou was tempted, the celestial phenomena changed, the colorful clouds and mist gradually dissipated, and the ontological spirit beasts that were originally still making a pre-pounce in the formation looked depressed at this time, and seemed to be seriously injured. Then a jet-black dragon burst out from in front of them, and with a momentum that changed the color of heaven and earth, it suddenly rushed towards the Xiaocheng Defense Array.

The White Flower Tribulation bloomed with beautiful flowers, but these flowers were tinged with a shocking blood. Every bloom must be accompanied by the death of a beautiful woman. At this time, beauty is like a ghost, and once it blooms, it takes away a fresh life. Therefore, almost all of them did not have a trace of joy after seeing this beautiful scenery, but their faces were solemn, and some of the maidservants were still sobbing quietly.

The people living in the Valley of Hundred Flowers are all women, they dare not say that they are all beauties, but they are also the best years, seeing them so stranded in this white flower calamity, it really makes the flower girl feel heartache. But she was powerless to stop this massacre, and if it weren't for the White Flower Tribulation, everyone here would have died.

The flower girl stood on the highest mountain rock, looking at the flower-like cheeks below, and waved her hand helplessly, and then more than a dozen women entered the Hundred Flowers Tribulation with decisive momentum.

Dozens of whirlpools carried those young lives, wandering within the Flower Tribulation Array again and again. In opposition to this are those bloodthirsty ghosts, their hideous faces and fierce eyes, like hungry wolves rushing into the flock, cruel and bloodthirsty. As the leader of this group of hungry wolves, the witch looked leisurely at this time. Her arms were slightly raised, and the corners of her mouth had a penetrating look of ruthlessness.

"Ghost King, kill" her cold words, like a life-urging charm, a black mist flashed from mid-air, and an illusory ghost head actually probed out of it. Its dark green eyes shimmered like pearls in the night. As soon as this guy appeared, he struck three White Flower Tribulations in one go. His combat power has already made the flower girl standing opposite a little frightened and inexplicable.

"Hua Niang, let me enter the White Flower Tribulation" Seeing that the White Flower Tribulation was in danger of being broken, Mama Su strode in front of the Flower Lady and asked Ying to fight.

"Mama Su.... You...."Hua Niang stared at the murderous Mama Su and her silver hair, frowned slightly, and couldn't make a choice.

"Hua Niang, the old woman is also a member of the Hundred Flowers Valley, shouldn't she do something for the Hundred Flowers Valley? Besides, with that ghost king's cultivation, those female babies can't resist it at all" Mama Su shook her arm vigorously, and took out her early fame and mandarin duck blade. The momentum has not diminished back then, but the touch of old age on his face can't hide it.

"Mama Su, this Valley of Hundred Flowers is temporarily in charge of you, and I will personally enter the White Flower Tribulation" Hua Niang gritted her teeth slightly, made up her mind, and commanded Mama Su.

"No, Hua Niang, you are the hope of the entire Hundred Flowers Valley, and this White Flower Tribulation, if you don't control it, wouldn't it be as if it was a fiction," Mama Su retorted vigorously. But Hua Niang didn't give her a chance to obstruct her, so she jumped towards the white flower robbery, and before leaving, she also threw the white flower order in her hand to Mama Su.

Looking at the figure of the flower girl gradually disappearing into the formation, Mama Su's old eyes were red, and she shouted sadly to the sky, the voice was like a cuckoo crying blood.

White flowers, a hundred flowers are killed, blood is spilled, and life is like a flower.....

Looking at the top of the mountain, under a green pine, an old monk in a wide robe, hand in hand with a bald little monk, the two of them put their hands together with each other, chanting the Buddha's name.

"Zen master, the Buddha is merciful, let Mingkong go and transform them" The young little monk was obviously the cultivation of the old monk, and when he saw those charming women being tortured and killed alive, he couldn't help but feel a touch of sympathy.

"Mingkong, the Buddha is merciful, merciful, but divides people?" The old monk was unmoved, his face was calm, and he solemnly reprimanded with a precious face.

"The Buddha has mercy on himself, but those are not people," the young monk immediately retorted with color.

"What is a human being? What is a non-human? Do you think they have mind, but they are wise? The old monk's face changed, and he joked with interest to the little monk.

"Those are clearly ghosts..... They are sensible, but they are used for bloodthirstiness, and although they are wise, they are only used for slaughter," the young monk retorted again.

"Mingkong, you only see them in this life, and you don't know that they are all hard-working people" The old monk waved his hand with a Zen face, and flicked the little monk.

He said: "Mingkong, if you look at them now, are they still ghosts?" ”。

The disciple called Mingkong, his pupils glowed with a circle of golden light, and when he turned to the opposite canyon, two pillars of light suddenly shot out. When the golden light swept through the canyon, the little monk's mouth immediately opened wide. He shook his head in disbelief and said, "This is terrible, they are all refined into incense slaves by people."

"Now you know why being a teacher makes you realize, right?" The big monk had a kind expression and said to the little monk with a slight bow.

"Zen master, Mingkong is taught" The little monk was no longer arrogant at this time, kneeling in front of the old monk and concentrating on chanting the scriptures.

"Enlightenment..... Do you know why the teacher gave you this name? The old monk stared at the little monk's very calm cheeks, nodded slightly and smiled.

"The disciple doesn't know" Mingwu opened his eyes slightly, and asked the old monk for advice very sincerely.

"Your wisdom roots are very high, but into the mortal dust is too deep, but was covered with dust, for the teacher hopes that you have a trick one day, you can Lingtai Qingming, get the enlightenment of the Zen machine" The old monk shook his robe, lifted the iron pestle, and stood in front of the young monk.

"Zen master, what are you going to do?" Seeing that the Zen master was walking towards the canyon, the little monk immediately chased after him and asked.

"Since this matter has entered your heart, it is a demonic obstacle, if you don't resolve it, you will not be able to enter the realm for the rest of your life" The old monk did not look back, but just said orally, as the mountains and forests teleported backwards, the two of them had reached the halfway point of the mountain.

"Thank you to the Zen master for helping the disciple resolve the obstacles," the little monk hurriedly bowed and bowed.

"The Buddha said, the heart is moving, then the mind follows the demon, this can be regarded as the teacher's move to get rid of the mortal heart for you" The old monk's robe fluttered, like a fairy Buddha, in the blink of an eye, the two have gone down to the mountain.

"How does the Zen master plan to transform these people" The little monk chased the footsteps of the old monk, although he was a beat slower, but it was only one step away.

"Crossing is only for the fate of the law, why should people who have no fate cross" The old monk's sleeve robe flicked, and a touch of golden Buddha light made the little monk's face change slightly.

He knew very well that Zen masters rarely used the Vajra Magic Technique, and once they cast it, they had the idea of killing someone. The little monk really thought about killing those ghosts, but he was not as decisive as the old monk.

The old monk glanced back at the little monk's shocked expression, and said slightly: "Eliminating demons and defending the road is also a kind of cultivation, if it is a demon calamity, destroying it is a practice." As soon as the old monk announced the Buddha's horn, he released his sleeve robe towards the canyon. The golden circle of light is like a huge golden compass covering the entire canyon.

The two sides who were still in life and death were immediately stunned by this sudden change, especially the witch, whose sensitive ancient spiritual sense keenly sensed that there was a celestial aura on the other party. Could it be that he is from the heavenly realm? A thought made her arm tremble slightly as if she had been electrocuted.

It's the opposite of the witch's performance, but it's the flower girl and Mama Su, who would never think of someone to help them. Especially after the first village also suffered a catastrophe, that hope is even more slim. So both of them realized that it was the other party's reinforcements arriving at the first moment when the golden light appeared. This kind of cultivation is even more terrifying than the ghost leader in front of them, which makes the two of them look earthy. Sighing secretly, the Valley of Flowers is closed today.

With the golden light compass revealed, soon after, a huge monk's Dharma body stood above everyone's heads, he was like a statue of a god, the treasure was solemn, the golden robe, with the gilt treasure pestle, people did not dare to look directly. Seeing this monk appear, the witch who had been lucky had a hint of luck had a desperate expression on her face. She naturally knew what this golden trout Buddha body was, and she knew that in the Brahma realm as early as when she was in the small heavenly realm, there was a kind of exercise, which was to cultivate the body of the Great Buddha.

The shrine maiden was frightened, so she prepared to flee, but she abandoned the demon king and the dark ghost who were fighting fiercely, and rushed towards the dense forest behind her. However, before she could take a few steps, she was locked in by a golden light.

"You unfortunate people, living is also a kind of torment, let the Buddha help you liberate, and then go to reincarnation" The old monk waved his palm, and let those hideous incense slaves wake up one by one, but their spiritual intelligence seems to have been damaged for a long time, and they all seem to be headless flies scurrying around.

As soon as the great monk's palm was pressed, it turned into a huge golden palm, held them, and with a flick of his hand, a boundary space was opened in the void, and those dazed souls were sent into it by him.

In the blink of an eye, he cleaned up the hundreds of fragrant slaves surrounding Gukou, and even the flower girls who were in the White Flower Tribulation were dumbfounded. She now knows what it means to have someone outside of man, and there is a sky outside of heaven.

Her original desperate mood also turned into a surprise at this time. From the methods of the great monk just now, she could already see that he was coming at those ghosts.

Hua Niang's eyes were very sharp, and she immediately saw the witch who was fixed by the golden light, and without hesitation, she raised her sword and killed her. At the moment when Hua Niang rushed out of the Hundred Flowers Tribulation, another golden light shot at her. Then she didn't move, standing like a puppeteer.

"Eliminate the demon and defend the way, this Buddha does not need to rely on the hands of others" A high-pitched declaration, the big face of the Buddha looked down, and when Hua Niang was stared at by him, there was also an illusion that the whole body was seen through.

"The female benefactor's killing spirit is too strong, not conducive to the future, the old monk has a piece of Zen trick, give it to you, I hope it can help you resolve the anger" said, the old monk probed his fingers, and a golden ball of light hit her eyebrows, and the next moment, Hua Niang's whole body was flooded with golden light, and the whole person entered meditation.

The old monk moved from the flower girl to the witch again, and his huge eyes turned around, and then he said: "I didn't expect it to be an ancient witch spirit, the witch spirit is in the same vein, although the behavior is a little extreme, but it is not a heinous person, but you are jealous, give birth to delusions, and fall into the devil's way, it's a pity."

Every word of the old monk was like a needle piercing the witch's heart. In her mind, the old monk was too terrifying, and she could see through her heart.

However, as a witch spirit, or a witch spirit who is in harmony with the ghost king, even if she is afraid, she will not be cowardly, she glared at the old monk angrily, and shouted: "The old monk wants to kill, what do you say?" ”。

One sentence made the old monk frown, he was silent for a while, stared at the witch with a slightly Zen look and said: "Your fate is no longer here, the old man will not kill you, but you have done such a killing here, you can't go away like this."

The old monk said, with a casual flick of his palm, he pushed the witch out, and with a scream, the witch's body was scattered, and it was re-transformed into a spirit body, and the ghost king who was in harmony with it was also beaten, and then the golden light flashed, turning into a black smoke.

"Zen Master, why do you want to let go of that evil?" The little monk stared at the old monk with a puzzled expression and asked.

The old monk slightly reconciled his hands, and then dissolved the Buddha light that shrouded the sky above the canyon, and explained to the little monk: "She has her own fate, she shouldn't be a teacher today, and being a teacher also shattered her spirit, which can be regarded as punishing her."

"Has the Zen master forgotten the principle of eliminating evil? What if they come back after we leave, wouldn't we—" The little monk obviously couldn't agree with the old monk's approach.

"Mingwu, your anger is at work again, do you know that everything has a way to operate, that is the fate, the fate is like this, as a teacher can only follow the way of heaven to do things, as for those poor women to suffer again, it is also their fate, it is inevitable" Before the little monk finished speaking, the old monk interrupted and said.

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors