Just when the monk was about to fall, the one hundred and eight Buddha beads on his wrist suddenly flew up, circling in two circles in mid-air, one Buddha bead was the size of a Buddha's head, and one hundred and eight Bodhi Buddha beads as white as snow surrounded the monk's body and gently lifted him up.

At the same time, the light in the floating blank tower was shining, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting came from the air.

Only the half-hearted monk put his hands together and stood on the Buddha beads, and a golden Buddha light faintly appeared behind his head.

His eyes closed slightly, and he muttered:

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

The Ghost King's body froze: "Six-character Great Ming Mantra?"

With the monk's recitation, the heaven and earth seem to contain boundless mana, and the endless compassion and blessings of the Buddhas of the Western Heaven converge into a green seed, which falls leisurely from the sky.

The seed rode the wind and landed on the boulder, and soon a crystal clear pink petal was born on the stone.

The petals opened one after another, one after another, and a pink lotus flower was born.

The petals seemed to be extremely tender, but they spread in the wind and quickly turned into a huge lotus flower in full bloom, blooming on the stone!

The petals are in full bloom.

The flood beneath your feet is flooding.

And when the petals swelled inch by inch, the flood under his feet receded inch by inch.

The ghost king suddenly came to his senses and laughed wildly: "Is the old monk not going to die? At the moment of life and death, he still has to use half of his heart to transform into a salvation lotus, in a vain attempt to repel the flood and purify all sentient beings!"

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

The monk stands on the Buddha beads, and the Dharma Phase* continues to be recited.

Those six words mean:

The lotus blooms on the stone!

The lotus blooms on the stone!

The lotus blooms on the stone!

With the chanting of the mantra of the white-clothed monks, the monks who were crawling and rolling in the flood retreated from all directions, until they retreated to the bottom of the white pagoda, sitting in a circle facing the periphery, holding Buddhist beads in their hands, chanting in unison:

"Om, well, what, horn, mic, huh!"

The flood rose up like a raging wave, lifted up into the air, and then hit their heads and faces, and everyone was drenched, but they were still sitting in the water, chanting in unison with the Guru Buddha Tu Cheng.

Countless black resentful spirits hit the light wall of the floating blank tower, conjuring up thousands of hideous and terrifying postures in front of the monks, but they were mercilessly knocked back by the light wall.

The chanting sound grew from small to loud, and gradually roared like thunder, and the boundless mana was released from the circle under the tower, and the raging flood gradually showed signs of subsiding.

Those who barely survived lay on the tops of the trees and eaves, and witnessed the incredible things in front of them in horror.

Countless resentful spirits abandoned their possessed bodies, and they fell into the water, turning into wisps of black smoke from their bodies and rising into the air.

Above the earth, the flood flowed, the sky was dark, and endless black smoke rose from the water, and the whole city seemed to be placed in the Netherworld Purgatory!

The ghost king laughed wildly three times and said, "Old monk, let you see how powerful I am!"

In midair, his arms were stretched out, and his skin was cracked, revealing red sparks, and those sparks flew out of the hole, instantly turning into raging flames, burning all the limbs of the ghost king.

In the sound of "crackling", the ghost king's bone joints soared, and his body turned into dozens of zhang high, like a burning mountain, stepping on the flooded ground, and walking towards Buddha Tucheng step by step.

His eyes were like two braziers, emitting a dazzling red light, and there seemed to be endless whirlpools in them, churning, and a deep voice came out of his mouth: "Old monk, if you are willing to hand over your other half heart, let me eat it, and increase my mana every day, I will let your female apprentice and the kid beside her go!"

The white-clothed monk stood on top of the Buddha beads and stood in front of the ghost king, but he was the size of a doll: "Ran, the human world is not a place for you to do evil, hurry up and go back to your underworld!"

He punched out, and a huge fist shadow flew towards the Ghost King!

"Vajra Demon Seal!"

The ghost king and Buddha Tucheng stood face to face, close at hand, and this time they couldn't dodge, but they were hit in the right eye by a giant fist, and the flame in the right eye was suddenly extinguished, and the eye socket was deeply sunken.

The ghost king covered his right eye, and roared angrily in his throat: "Old monk, don't toast and don't eat and drink!"

As soon as his right foot stomped on the ground, the earth shook suddenly, and the flood shook and countless people rolled in the water.

The ghost king grinned, grabbed the Buddha Tucheng, closed his five fingers, the ghostly ghost fire between his fingers burned, and his face approached the monk, as if looking at a delicious food: "Old monk, I see how you can escape from the palm of my hand? You say, did I dig out your half heart and swallow it raw, or roasted it and eat it?"

Buddha Tucheng lowered his head, enduring the pain of being scorched by the ghost fire, and there were words in his mouth.

The ghost king sneered: "It's all dying, and you're still in the mood to recite some scriptures!"

Wei Xiao looked up at the air, her eyes showed an anxious look, and she turned to the girl beside her: "Qingyin, do you have any magic weapons that can help me go to heaven?"

"Magic weapon?" Qingyin frowned: "My magic weapon is on the master, and he said that he would not be able to pass it on to me until I turned eighteen." ”

"Then ......" Wei Xiao said, "You take me up!"

"I ...... I can't fly!" Qingyin was so anxious that she almost cried.

At this moment, a long Buddha bead suddenly hung down from the sky, falling from the feet of Buddha Tucheng to Wei Xiao and Qingyin, the white light on the Buddha bead was blazing, like a road to the sky.

Wei Xiao glanced at Qingyin: "Hurry up!"

The two of them immediately jumped up, grabbed the Buddha beads and climbed up quickly!

Wei Xiao was still in mid-air, so he struck the waist of the Facing Ghost King with a palm.

The flank is a vital part of the body, and if it is attacked effectively, it can kill the enemy in a single breath, even if the ghost king is a ghost body.

Wei Xiao knew that he was not the opponent of the Ghost King at the moment, what he wanted was a surprise attack, and he would hit with one blow!

He punched down, and when he heard a "click", the ghost king's flank bone shattered, he bent down, his unblind left eye spewed fire, looked at Wei Xiao, and praised: "Good job!"

Suddenly slammed a punch at Wei Xiao!

Wei Xiao had already calculated his fist momentum, kicked his right foot, flew up from the Buddha bead, landed on his fist, kicked again, flew to the bridge of his nose, took two steps on the bridge of his nose, and suddenly waved a palm like a sword, and quickly slashed on his left eye!

"Ah——h

Wei Xiao stepped on the Ghost King's face with both feet, avoiding the fists that rained down, and before the Ghost King grabbed it with one hand at the last moment, he just jumped on the rope made of Buddha beads and swung his body away.

Qingyin hugged the rope and swung into the sky with him, with a look of adoration in his eyes: "Brother Wei Xiao!

Even in the bloody rain, Wei Xiao also felt that at that moment, the girl's eyes were as clear as water, reflecting the sky at that time, which was particularly pure and bright.

Buddha Tucheng had taken advantage of the opportunity when the ghost king was blinded in his left eye, and a finger of "demon subjugation" hit his forehead, and the five fingers of the ghost king were released, and his huge body fell backwards, falling heavily in the flood, splashing countless waves.

Buddha Tucheng took the opportunity to get out of his palm, and the white light was like electricity, and it fell on the top of the floating blank tower.

The Buddha bead Suolian also followed him and hung down from the top of the tower.

Qingyin and Wei Xiao flew up from the chain and landed on the ninth floor of the Floating Blank Tower.

"Master, Master!" Qingyin stood on the cornices of the ninth floor, looking up at Master, with a hint of lightness in her voice: "We're okay now!"

"No!" her master stood on the top of the tower, shook his head slowly, and said in a heavy voice: "Qingyin, look down, the flood on the ground has risen, the people have been displaced, and countless people have died in the flood, and that flood is still rising at the moment when we are fighting against the ghost king!"

"Buildings have collapsed, fertile fields have been flooded, hills have no roofs, and deserts have become oceans!"

Qingyin looked down with his voice, and saw that the flood was rising rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and looking from the floating blank tower that hung high in the sky, the entire Sunny City was in full view-

The water is long and the streets are long, countless driftwood and clothes float in the water, the houses are flooded, the people are running and crying in the water, some people climb the trees and roofs, shivering in the face of the rising floods, and many more are washed away by the floods, and their relatives are crying and crying out in pain.

This once prosperous and prosperous imperial capital has become a hell on earth and a water city in the blink of an eye.

What's going on?

What's going on here?

Even in the most terrible dreams, there has never been such a tragic sight.

"Do you hear?" the monk stood at the top of the white pagoda with a solemn face: "The cries of those parents and children running and leaving, the sorrowful cries of those children crying for help, and the sighs of those impermanence of life like mustard!"

"But Master......" Qingyin said puzzledly: "I haven't seen what you see or hear!"

Buddha Tucheng lowered his eyes: "Master has ascended to the realm of emptiness, and has the three divine skills, that is, the Heavenly Eye, the Heavenly Ear, and the Heavenly Heart, which can see and hear everything that happens in distant places, and perceive the hearts of all sentient beings. ”

"Because of this, Master knows what's going on here better than everyone else on this continent!"

The monk's words contain irreparable sorrow.

Qingyin slowly knelt down on the eaves of the tower on both knees, with fear in her eyes: "Master, what is going on on this continent?"

"It's Lu Shen," the master who had cultivated to the pinnacle replied slowly, "This Fengyan Continent is slowly sinking into the sea!"