"Gesang, where is the grudge between you and me?" Miribala also sighed, "Gesang, there is no longer a confrontation between us with different doctrines, that thing, until you change your original mind, even if I give it to you, you will not be able to find it." ”

Gesang sneered, "Then why don't you give it to me?" You keep saying that it is for the inheritance of Esoteric Buddhism, but in fact, you don't want your Miribala family to dominate the plateau, otherwise, since you keep saying that the era of the end of the Dharma is coming, why don't you open the ......?"

The little living Buddha of Miri Bala suddenly interrupted him with a voice, "Gesang, this is the last hope of the Plateau Esoteric Sect and even the entire human race, I, Miri Bala, just coincide with the fact, adhering to the luck of the Esoteric Sect, it is definitely not for the Miri Bala family, and there is a prerequisite to open there......"

These two people, or two breaths, are in Wei Fei's divine consciousness, although the inner vision of God is a very simple thing for Wei Fei, but he still can't help but have a very mysterious feeling, but the last words of the little living Buddha of Miribala made him suddenly feel cold, and then his divine consciousness did not know the depths, as if someone had thrown a stone, a little ripple quietly swayed, and if it was something that had been sleeping for a long time, it was awakening.

The breath of Gesang and Miribala's little living Buddha probed towards Wei Fei at the same time, but obviously, they didn't find anything, but in the next moment, the two people who had been separated from each other and didn't know how many reincarnations had been, and it seemed that there should have been quite a space for peace talks, but suddenly a murderous aura came, and Gesang finally transformed into a figure, he had a long beard and a white robe. It turned out to be a fairy wind and bones, completely opposite to the coldness of that little green mang, but for some reason. He seemed to be extremely impatient, "In that case, then Miribala, let's see the real chapter under our hands......"

The virtual image of Miribala's small bald head flashed, and he turned into a lama in his fifties, of medium stature and ordinary face. There was a murderous aura all over his body, but there was compassion in his eyes, and the two breaths were strangely blended together. It didn't make people feel weird, he frowned, "After many lifetimes of reincarnation, Gesang. I didn't expect that we would continue to fight. ”

Maybe a thousand years ago. Maybe a hundred years ago, in fact, only Miribala entered the reincarnation, and he is still the living Buddha of the Miribala family, but Gesang used a tantric method to survive another life, he was injured by Miribala's origin, and he can no longer be reincarnated, so it can only be so, but although he is forbearing. But he never gave up, and finally found the mark of Miribala in Wei Fei's body at this time.

Wei Fei strangely maintained a kind of calmness. He watched as Gesang raised his hand and burst out a cloud of light that rushed straight towards Miribala, that light seemed to contain some kind of aura from the ancients, if it was outside, there would undoubtedly be a stronger illusion, but within Wei Fei's divine sense, it was directly filtered by his wisdom into the power of the source.

Miribala is also unambiguous, his little bald head is extremely cute, but at the moment he is raising his eyebrows and angry eyes, and he does not hesitate to open his mouth and spit out a syllable, which also has an ancient meaning, Miribala's spell used to be a nightmare on the plateau. The cultivation of the two of them is comparable, and they have fought countless battles, and the equivalent power is like a storm in Wei Fei's divine sense, wantonly impacting. Although the two have seen each other for a long time, they are still very familiar with each other.

Within his own divine sense, Wei Fei found that he could easily identify the power used by Gesang and Miribala, which was almost a kind of power of faith close to the source, or rather from a firm belief, which was similar to the power of mind he had comprehended. It's just that Gesang's power is a little paranoid and crazy, but Miribala's power is hatred, and his spells are originally cultivated for killing and revenge.

At this moment, Wei Fei's heart suddenly "banged", a familiar but unfamiliar feeling made him a little faintly excited, after entering the Tao, whether it was an inspiration or a wisdom operation, it was rare to provoke his emotional fluctuations at such an instant.

In the deepest part of Wei Fei's spiritual sense, in a place that even he couldn't touch, it seemed like an endless night sky, with dots of light flickering and jumping, and suddenly, the void shook, and among those starlights, pavilions and pavilions faintly flashed, and in the clouds and mist, a blue and purple light slowly condensed and formed, and then suddenly exploded.

As if at the moment before dawn, a red sun jumped out of the sea, forming a line from the cluster, and the blue-purple light quickly spread close to the sea surface. If you look down from a high angle, you can see a line of light, like the tide of the Qiantang River, cutting through the void with the momentum of overcoming thorns and thorns, although the line of light is weak, but it is extremely fast.

Like an arrow is also like a sword, an arrow that crosses time and space, a sword that slashes time and space, Gesang and Miribala, who are in the hand, are startled at the same time and stop. Gesang changed his handprint in disbelief, and his first choice was to protect himself, "What's going on?" Where did such a sharp breath come from? ”

Miribala seemed to sense something, he did not hesitate to bow his head directly, and then the light brushed the back of his neck, and with a "whoosh", the light slashed straight on Gesang's wrist. "It's you, it's really you!" Gesang roared angrily, "But, Miribala, I won't give up, this glory and belonging belongs to our ......" Before the words fell, his figure turned green again.

Wei Fei raised his head, looked thoughtfully at the green mang, and flew up from his heavenly gate, he had too many ways to keep Gesang in the green mang, but he didn't know what he thought, he finally didn't make a move. Stunned for a while, his eyes flashed, as if he had made up some determination in an instant, and in his divine sense, he suddenly reached out and grabbed it, although the five fingers were empty, but there was a sense of physical objects between the palms of his fingers, Wei Fei knew that this was the secret of the grasp between the mind and the immortals, that was this kind of grasping like a physical object.

Mi Ribala also changed back to the appearance of a little bald head, but was grabbed by Wei Fei, in the light shining, Wei Fei's palm clenched, a few rays of light leaked out from between his fingers, a moment later Wei Fei suddenly let go of his hand, Mi Ribala The virtual image of the little living Buddha has become a little pure color of light. Looking at this bit of light, Wei Fei smiled, jumped up, and stepped out of this ice valley that was hidden in a few steps.

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