Fuxian is one of the twelve golden immortals of the teaching, the magic weapon is the Wu hook double sword, the three-grade golden lotus, and the mount is the spiritual tooth fairy from the sect, which is a six-tusked white elephant, and caught Tang Seng in the Lion Camel Ridge. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because he was cut off by Yunxiao Niangniang in the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, he closed his chest and the five qi in his chest, and there was no good treatment for the teachings, so he and Manjushri, Guanyin, and the fear of leaving a grandson went to Buddhism to enlighten the relics avenue.

Song Yan's understanding of Fuxian is only this, as for why he came to grab Bodhizi and why the time was just right, Song Yan didn't know at all.

But obviously it would be stupid to argue with Fuxian about this, no matter what his background is, Fuxian is now a monk after all, and the tongue is a basic skill.

So Song Yan could only use his fists.

The fist wrapped in domineering smashed directly on Fuxian's body, but Fuxianyue's white monk's robe flashed with golden light and defended it!

"Donor, why do you have to be rude?" Fuxian still asked politely.

At such an instant, Song Yan actually felt that he was a little guilty!

He is also a strong-minded person and will not be easily shaken.

simply snorted: "You want to rob me of something, and you are not allowed to fight it back?" "This time the condensed qi is stronger!

Fuxian still looked indifferent, and parried Song Yan's attack unhurriedly.

Song Yan dared to say that his attack was a hundred punches in a second, but Fuxian blocked them all with an extremely slow palm technique. And in the face of such a slow palm, although Song Yan could see it clearly, he just couldn't break through this speed!

And what's even more infuriating, Fuxian has always used only one hand!

"Is there a law of time? Time acceleration? Song Yan asked.

"It's the realm suppression of the Golden Immortal!" Xiao Qi hurriedly explained: "Similar to the power of the world at the emperor level, you are not an opponent!" ”

"Of course I know it's not an opponent, but I can't go!" Song Yan said anxiously: "Scan it and see what is on the ground to block the space!" ”

He doesn't even have the ability to escape into space now, and Fuxian's every move has to be resisted with his body.

Thanks to him learning the healing ability every day, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on.

"Formation, it's a formation, the Eight Treasures Golden Lotus Formation, and the eye of the formation is a three-grade Golden Lotus!" Xiao Qi said: "There are four Arhats, and six Jialan are protecting the Dharma!" ”

Song Yan was speechless, this lineup is exaggerated, does Bodhi Zi have any other role?

"For our Shinto, there is only one role of the spirit, and the immortal path is a bit of a transformation technique, so it is completely useless!" Xiao Qi said: "Unless..."

Unless this bodhi is in it, there is something else in it!

Bang!

Song Yan was still single-minded in the face of Fuxian, and finally was caught by Fuxian and came ruthlessly.

The whole heart was aching, the blood in his body actually fell silent in an instant, and the strength of Song Yan's body was also rapidly draining.

Song Yan hurriedly tore open his clothes, and saw that a seal had been printed on his heart.

"It's been now..."Song Yan looked at Fuxian, who was still calm as usual in front of him, and only felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Golden Immortal Golden Immortal, also known as Immortal Golden Immortal, they are taking the path of soul detachment, and their bodies have not entered a higher latitude like Song Yan, but because of that trace of immortality, with Song Yan's current strength, they can't break it at all.

"Bodhi give me the son, you can go!" Fuxian's expression was the same as always, and at this moment Song Yan finally understood why he was so calm.

Just like when Song Yan faced the earthlings, the gap between strength and weakness was too big.

One would never be angry with an ant with teeth and claws.

Song Yan took out the Bodhi seed and hesitated whether to give it to Fuxian.

It seems that if you don't give it, you won't be able to leave today.

But if you give it, where do you go to get a second one?

Song Yan looked at the Bodhi in his hand, the usual Bodhi is only the size of a thumb, usually black or brown, but this one is the size of an egg and is purple...

There is also a person standing on a lotus flower and smiling...

Song Yan suddenly noticed that Fuxian's face had changed...

A hand appeared in front of Song Yan like a phantom, and the target was the Bodhi seed in Song Yan's hand, and Song Yan's ghost sent a god, and his empty right hand suddenly made a seal!

This seal is the seal made by the Taoist on the Bodhi Seed!

A shallow sigh blocked Fuxian's outstretched hand.

Song Yan felt that endless knowledge was stuffing into his mind, but he was like a passerby standing by the river, he could only watch the memory flow by, but he couldn't read a single penny.

Song Yan's body, however, did not listen to the movements because of the infusion of knowledge, but instead stretched out his hand, lightly pointed at Fuxian's palm.

"I didn't expect it, but I still can't escape after all?" "Song Yan" muttered.

Fuxian withdrew his hand and looked at "Song Yan": "Bodhi Daoist, there is no point..."

Song Yan, who was possessed by the Bodhi Patriarch, sighed, he had a premonition that the killing and robbery was coming, and he thought that there was nowhere to escape, but he happened to see the future Song Yan.

So he imprinted his life's inheritance on the Bodhi, and left a trace of his true spirit, leaving the Bodhi in an oak tree that had already given birth to consciousness.

But I didn't expect that five hundred years later, there are still people staring here.

"Fuxian, worthy of being a bodhisattva known for his great perseverance..."Bodhi exclaimed.

"If you give him the inheritance, it will only hurt him!" Fuxian can naturally feel the state in Song Yan's body, and if he comes, he will not allow people who have obtained the true transmission of Bodhi to live in this world.

Because Nyorai is enlightened under the Bodhi tree, the Bodhi tree is Nyorai's only weakness...

Bodhi Ancestor naturally knew about this, he thought that he was recuperating, and he accepted the Journey to the West Protector, so that Rulai could let down his guard.

The cunning rabbit died, and the lackeys cooked...

Song Yan finally understood everything in his own sea of knowledge.

Then, there was a burst of speechlessness.

No wonder there is such a big battle, guarding yourself is just incidental, and it is true to keep the Bodhi Ancestor.

I knew that he would rather go back to shoot the anime version of "Covering the Sky".

Fuxian stretched out his hands this time, white and pure, no different from ordinary people's hands, but at this time they showed endless edge.

He used to be best at two-handed swords, and after abandoning the path to Buddha, the kung fu of the sword was even more practiced in his hands.

"Unfamiliar power, it's a little difficult to do..."Feeling the power in Song Yan's body, whether it is the seventy-two changes of the Bodhi Patriarch Guild or the somersault cloud, none of them can be released, because Song Yan has no mana.

But this is exactly what Patriarch Bodhi needs, after all, even if he comes in person, he may not be able to fight against Fuxian, so it doesn't matter much if he has mana or not.

But it is very difficult for him to escape in front of Fuxian, but this body is different, he is one latitude higher than the world, so as long as he opens a gap in the formation, this body can immediately escape.

Seeing that Fuxian wanted to do something, Bodhi Patriarch pinched the seal with his hand and shouted: "Wow! ”

A wave purely emitted by the Yuan Shen instantly spread throughout Xiniu Hezhou, and ordinary people couldn't hear it at all, but the four Arhats and the six Jialan really heard it.

Fuxian just frowned and carried it over, but these ten thugs were directly blackened by the eyes of this Yuan Shen Tiansheng, and they couldn't stand steadily, let alone maintain the formation.

"There's a chance!" Song Yan felt in an instant that he had regained control of his body, and then felt that the spatial blockade had been touched.

If you don't leave now, when will you stay!

In a flicker, Song Yan had already left Fangcun Mountain, and with another flicker, he simply left this world!

Slumped on the sofa in the villa, Song Yan took a breath and finally came back.

"Bodhi Ancestor, are you still there?" He shouted in the space of consciousness.

"The Yuan Shen Tianyin he just now was activated by detonating the spiritual light, so he is no longer there!" Xiao Qi said.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.

The aura left by the Bodhi ancestor was extremely weak, and it was because of this that he was able to be hidden by the consciousness of the locust tree, and he hid under the search of Buddhism for five hundred years.

Because of this, his heavenly sound only stunned a few Arhats, not shocked them to death.

"It seems that he has already calculated everything..."Song Yan muttered: "Maybe he should have seen himself, and then improvized..."

If there were no oneself, the Bodhi Ancestor would have truly disappeared from the world.

But because of Song Yan's existence, Bodhi Ancestor saw another possibility, that is, to leave his inheritance at the cost of disappearing from this world.

This is actually not a difficult choice, because Buddhism did not intend for Bodhi to leave a true spirit.

"These people are really strange, you don't make me feel better, and I don't let you feel better..."Xiao Qi sighed at this time as he browsed the knowledge passed down by the Bodhi Ancestor.

"The stronger the strength, the more timid you are..."Song Yan thought for a while and looked at the Bodhi Zi in his hand.

Not to mention the inheritance, this time Patriarch Bodhi really helped Song Yan a lot.

"If I have the chance, I will kill this Rulai to bury you!" Song Yan swore secretly.

But now it's another matter that I'm anxious to deal with.

Jiang Yizheng looked at Song Yan angrily, he was still holding a long sword in the style of Yuanhong in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointing at Song Yan.