In the face of Tong Boyu's anger, Dao Mu turned a blind eye, turned a deaf ear, and opened his eyes suddenly, the black hole eyes swayed with flames, "Hum!

It is also a Buddhist mantra, which contains all his insights into the Tao. Those who have the Tao can't do it, but they can spit out the truth and think about it.

Tong Boyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was blue for a while, red for a while, and white for a while. The rhythm of the shepherd flute beating on the shoulder was chaotic, "No wonder he raised his hand, the law is made by nature, even if I have thousands of methods, I can't beat him......"

"Hmm!" Dao Mu seemed to hear Tong Boyu's heart, but it was like a moan from pain.

didn't ask Tong Boyu a question, Dao Mu's eyes were filled with fireworks, and the eyes of the black dragon swimming above the bitter sea were also blazing. Dao Mu suddenly raised his head, and a thousand black dragons flew into the sky, and the evil qi in the sky was black, white, or red, all of which devoured his lower stomach, only in and out. Dao Mu's eyes and temperament, and the eyes and body shape of the black dragon are all changing.

On the other side, Tong Boyu had calmed down, closed his eyes, and listened to the scriptures recited by Tong Jie, who had already entered a state of emptiness. I don't know how long it took, a smile appeared on his face, obsession and heaviness were swept away, his mouth opened and closed, but there was no sound, as if to say, "It's been a long, long time, I haven't heard this scripture ......"

At this point, the smile on Tong Boyu's face condensed, even though he knew thousands of methods, how to let him play the Buddha music naturally stumped him.

"The law is easy and the road is difficult, the way is the foundation and the law is the end. Cultivators don't have to speak the Dharma, but the Dharma is everything. But the success is great, and the practice is difficult. Although the law is successful, it is still far to go to the Tao, and when there is a Tao, the law is all broken......" Tong Boyu's ears echoed Dao Mu's words, and he was suddenly stunned and stiffened in place.

I don't know how long it took, the dazzling sunlight shone down, stabbing Tong Boyu back to his senses, and when he looked at it, it was the black dragon that swallowed the sky out of a big hole, and the black dragon circled in the big hole, like a whirlpool in the sea, devouring everything around him, no matter the wind and clouds, no matter the yin power, no matter the yang power.

The bigger the hole, the more sunlight envelops the Heavenly Burial Mountain like the giant pillar that reaches through the sky. The diameter of the pillar of light is also expanding and expanding as the black dragon expands and expands. The ghost dao beings have lost most of their yin power, and they dare not carelessly expose themselves to the sun, and the dao shepherds are temporarily safe.

"Don't take the lead, assist in carrying forward the ......" Tong Boyu's smile was even stiffer, how could he let go of his proud body.

"Huh?!" Tong Boyu's thick eyebrows were furrowed, his face was not smiling, and he turned his head stiffly to look at Tong Jie, his indifferent face was full of relief and doting. His right hand trembled, like a twilight of his life, and at the same time he turned his head, and his right hand just came to his lips to talk about the shepherd's flute.

Tong Boyu seemed to be physically and mentally split, trembling violently in the bright sun, not knowing what to fight against. Woo la la la, blowing the shepherd's flute, the melody is intermittent, and the sound is broken again and again.

It's like a flute player, and it's clear that he's picking up a flute for the first time. Not only did it not bring benefits to Daomu and Tong Jie, but it made Daomu's face embarrassed, and Tong Jie's pretty face was distorted.

The diameter of the pillar of light stopped expanding, the black dragon swallowed slowly, and the dragon's chant was intermittent and impure, like Tong Boyu's flute, as if it had eaten a bad stomach.

After a while, the black dragon's body shrank and contracted, and the pillar of light became smaller. Seeing the opportunity, the ghost beings reunited, pressing forward step by step. The heavens and the earth quickly darkened, the bloody rain and bloody wind returned, and under the raging hurricanes and huge waves, the Heavenly Burial Mountain shook.

Tong Boyu's face was hideous, and pearl-like sweat flowed down the wrinkles and green tendons like a spring, blown away by the snort, or cut into the mouth. Tong Boyu couldn't care whether it was salty, bitter or sweet, and he was tasteless at the moment.

Blazing eyes, trembling hands, trembling bodies, and jumping fingers, all want to blow a good tune. But the mouth doesn't let it, the breath doesn't let it, and the brain doesn't seem to let it either.

Time passed, the situation deteriorated dramatically, and the darkness returned. The black dragon scroll shrunk into a ball, solid as a levitating mountain, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Dao Mu's face was much better, but the flames in his eyes were shaking, and his eyes were still flat when he looked at Tong Boyu, like the eyes of elders looking at juniors. Ah Meng put Tong Jie's body on her back and struggled to support her, just to make her tone calm and be able to pronounce words clearly.

The more anxious Tong Boyu became, the more the flute sounded down, and when the pillar of light was only on Dao Mu's body, there were only a few sparks left in Dao Mu's eyes, and most of the smoke on his body dissipated. In the roar, the bloody rain and bloody wind had already entered the lungs with the stench of rotting flesh and blood.

Everything came towards Daomu, Tong Boyu and Tong Jie were just affected by Yu Wei. Seeing that yin qi enters the body, the body is cold and penetrates the bones, confuses the mind, and confuses people's souls. The yin wind is outside, whirring, the wind blade is better than the knife, and the blood is shining in the dark night.

The ghost beings seemed to be very afraid of that pillar of light, the few wisps of fire in the eyes of the Dao Mu. They didn't dare to make too many moves, and they pressed Dao Mu to death at once. The Dao Pastoral Altar is sturdy and unmoved, and it is still immovable like a god without the protection of the dragon's skin gold silk black cloak.

That temperament alone can't deter the ghosts and demons, and it is also very suspenseful to rely on Tong Boyu's brothers and sisters. Dao Mu's neck is like a puppet, turning to Ah Meng with a card and a move, small eyes to big eyes, each deeper and shinier than the other.

Dao Mu spoke hard, the green tendons on his face were as abrupt as chopsticks, and his mouth opened and closed too slowly. Ten breaths spit out a word, spit out the words and silently, sixty breaths were like a different world, the spark in Dao Mu's eyes was almost extinguished, his body shook for a while, and he fainted.

"Moo!Moo!Moo!Moo!" Ah Meng looked up to the sky and roared, one voice higher than the other.

The black dragon suddenly shrank into a clump, and the last pillar of sunlight was gone. The ghost beings rioted collectively, and the whining wind was their laughter. The bloody wind and blood rain cut through the mouth of the mist and poured into Dao Mu's body from his nose and ears.

Dao Mu didn't let out a scream, but at some point, his naturally hanging hands clenched into fists, his skin became more bloody, and his eyes became darker.

Ah Meng looked solemn, pouted, raised his front body, and stepped suddenly. There was a crisp "click", and the black dragon on the top of the sky instantly burst into smoke. The black smoke blended into the dark clouds with the magnificent waves, and there was not half a fragment of dragon skin.

In fact, it seemed that Dao Mu was taking the initiative to devour ghost beings, and it didn't take long for him to see that the heavens and the earth were empty. The surging tide finally revealed its hideous and brutal scene in front of the world, and when it was on the same level as the Heavenly Burial Mountain, it slapped the Heavenly Burial Mountain.

However, the blood did not form an impact, and all of it seeped into the cracks. The strange thing is that the liquid without any cracks rises, and everything is as usual. With the gusts of wind howling, close to the crack and listening, you can hear the ghost crying and howling. or resentment, or grief, or incomprehension, or hysteria, all awaken the demons in your heart.

"You have to use your body as a furnace!" Tong Boyu gave up trying, his eyes were swollen and blood-red, and his right hand would crush the shepherd flute at any time, and his joints were white, "Don't you say it sooner?"

Tong Boyu spoke incoherently, waved his sleeves in anger, and stomped his feet on the spot. The paper-thin stone wall did not crumble, but Tong Boyu retracted his feet, and he gasped and crumbled in pain.

Fortunately, leaning on Ah Meng's back, he closed his eyes, shook his head violently, "mmmm" moaned in pain, and the shepherd flute beat his head. After ten breaths, he stood up straight, his temperament changed greatly, and his smile was on his face, but he was steady and calm.

"Interesting, really interesting. He leaned the flute to his mouth while figuring out the intentions of the pastor, and the smile on his face was bright, "If you don't pay attention, you can't make a law." If you don't go through calamities, you won't be enlightened. You have swept a huge amount of yin and yang power, it is possible that you want to cast the immortal base to the Great Perfection before the Heavenly Tribulation comes. With the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, break the shackles of immortals, climb to the top step by step, and become an immortal?"

Dao Mu closed his mouth suddenly, and the scattered white smoke returned to the cage, shattering and assimilating the black fog around Dao Mu. Before the thick white mist was about to drown him, the corners of Dao Mu's mouth rose, as if he was smiling.

"Heh!" Tong Boyu seemed to understand the meaning of Daomu, retracted his gaze, and blew a melodious flute.

The flute sound is disorderly and rhythmic, and when you listen carefully, it looks like a mixed score, writing the ups and downs of life, and the five flavors are mixed. Sometimes naughty, sometimes helpless, sometimes angry, sometimes optimistic. The sound of the flute did not drown out Tong Jie's voice, but made Tong Jie's voice resound throughout the world, just like the Bodhisattva's practice of universal beings.

The remnants of the people, the later people, the cannibal eagle flock, the cannibal eagle master, and the sober ghost sentient beings, all gradually attracted attention. They are devoted to the Buddha, but they have never heard such a pleasant and beautiful sound, so refreshing. If the sound of the flute is like nothing, like the spring breeze caressing without leaving a trace, but the ears are Sanskrit music.

Someone wanted to catch the sound of the flute, and the sound of the flute was as smooth as a loach. Every time you want to catch it, you will quickly escape. Even if you escape, the sound of the flute will leave a trail for you to follow. People fall deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, and are unwilling to extricate themselves.

When they came to their senses, the sound of the flute was almost non-existent. Xianle Sanskrit echoed in their minds, and the sound of Tong Jie's chanting left a mark on their hearts. The impact of the senses, the shock of the soul, made them unconsciously recite the scriptures along with them.

The wonderful thing is that everyone reads differently, and everyone sings differently. When I came to them and listened carefully, I actually recited all the sins I had done in my life, read them into scriptures, and poured them out to repent of my sinful karma. They intuitively felt that their bodies were becoming more and more comfortable, their minds were becoming more and more open-minded, and their moods were becoming more and more cheerful, but they did not find that they were emitting black smoke from their nine holes.

These evil karma and evil qi soared to the top of the sky, blending with the sea of black clouds, and could not set off a single wave. It's like an upside-down sea, and the rising bad karma is the morning vapor.

"Hum!?!?! The dark night of the blood glow turned red under the blazing fire, and the thunderbolt rattled as if it were also burning.

Dao Mu's right hand suddenly raised a move, and the sea of black clouds formed by the gathering of sinful and evil qi turned into a dragon skin, golden silk and black cloak and flew into Dao Mu's hand. Dao Mu leaned his cloak behind his back and set it up with the Bloody Night. The flames did not diminish because of the cloak, but because of the cloak, the fire rose again, scorching the time and space and distorting it, and the ripples were visible to the naked eye.