The Blood Phoenix let out a sneer, then swooped down.

The claws made up of broken Bodhi branches grabbed directly at the top of the head of the old monk of the Dharma Heart.

The impermanent Buddha light above the head of the old monk fluctuated, as if it was about to be torn apart.

And those fine blood streaks also kept going down, trying to drill through the light mist.

"The Buddha said, immeasurable light. ”

The old monk of the Dharma Heart chanted loudly.

He put his palms together, and from the center of his two palms, there seemed to be an infinite burst of light, spreading in all directions.

This time, the light is not as sharp and swift as the spiritual light.

But it's vast, it's tougher, it's denser.

Endless and pervasive.

This time, the Buddha's light was much softer, but it succeeded in isolating all the thousands of blood threads on the blood phoenix's body, and at the same time blocking his claws composed of Bodhi branches.

Even Huiming and Zi Sunjiao were also pushed outward by the light.

"Great Light Spell......" Hui Ming recognized: "Be careful, the light will get stronger and stronger!"

Sure enough, the light, which was still relatively soft at first, became higher and higher, dissolving all things, and its power continued to increase, gradually becoming more and more radiant.

The blood streaks hanging down the wings of the blood phoenix were gradually evaporated clean by this vast brilliance.

"Okay!" the old demon of the blood shadow laughed instead of anger: "The old man will fight with you!"

The Blood Phoenix let out a terrible and terrifying roar, and then transformed into a sea of blood, hanging in the sky.

A whirlpool began to appear in the center of the sea of blood, constantly turning.

In the center of the whirlpool, there were a few broken Bodhi branches.

These Bodhi branches merged with the blood and water, condensing into a long blood-colored arrow.

The arrow's edge flashed with dark red blood, becoming more and more dazzling.

The next moment, this blood arrow shot down towards the ball of light directly below.

The arrow spun downwards and rushed out of the whirlpool, sending a large amount of blood to spin with it, being driven downward.

Then he saw the end of the blood arrow constantly drawing blood from the sea of blood.

In the end, the entire sea of blood seemed to condense into a long arrow with its tail in the sky and straight down.

The blade of the sword fell on top of the ball of light, spinning downward.

The endless supply of blood at the tail end of the upper part of the tail constantly supplied it with strength, and it always strengthened the edge of the arrow.

The old monk cast the Great Light Mantra, and the light kept spreading to the periphery, and the light crushed the ground under his feet, forming an ever-expanding pit.

But at this moment, the light expands and stops.

The huge ball of light was trembling, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Where the top of the top came into contact with the blood arrow, the light was already showing signs of disintegrating.

The blood arrow slowly descended, slow but unstoppable.

On the surface of the light sphere, the light suddenly became much brighter.

Then, the ball of light began to shrink, approaching the Faxin Elder Monk in the center.

The smaller the ball of light, the more condensed it becomes, and the stronger its defense.

But the Blood Arrow continued to pierce the ball of light.

After the ball of light shrank to an insignificant size, the speed at which the blood arrow pierced was slower, but it still continued to move forward.

The ball of light then changed again, from a complete sphere, to a hemispherical shape, and propped up on the top of the head of the old monk of the Dharma Heart, in the shape of a canopy.

He compressed and condensed the power of the Great Light Spell to the extreme, and finally stopped the blood arrow in the sky.

The two sides reached a stalemate for a while.

The old monk was secretly anxious in his heart.

He casts the Great Light Curse, which does not last.

But the big devil in front of him, cultivating the Transformation of the Blood Phoenix, his vitality and endurance are extremely long.

If he continues to stalemate like this, it is more likely that he will not be able to hold on in the end.

Just thinking of this, the old monk of Faxin found that the old demon of the purple sun was about to move.

He now used all his strength to fight against the Blood Shadow Old Demon in the sky, and he was no longer able to strengthen the Purple Sun Old Demon and Hui Ming.

Huiming didn't intend to take advantage of people's danger, but the old demon of the purple sun was not polite.

The purple sun Jiao that it incarnated into immediately turned into a purple light and attacked the old monk from below.

"Get out of here!" the Blood Shadow Old Demon scolded, but the Purple Sun Old Demon continued to attack the old monk as if he hadn't heard it.

Fa Xin had no choice but to muster up his strength and take the initiative to shatter the semicircle of the brilliance above his head.

Countless points of light sputtered in all directions, blocking the attacking Purple Sun Old Demon.

But the bloody arrow split through the rain of light and continued to shoot down.

The old monk snorted, and his body was pierced by a blood arrow.

He didn't care about it, mustered up the last of his strength, gave birth to a lotus, and fled into the distance.

After his own apprentice, the old monk Faxin grabbed the little monk.

But with such a slight delay, the Purple Sun Old Demon caught up.

A cloud of purple flames exploded behind the old monk of Faxin, causing him to stumble again.

The old monk didn't dare to turn back, and ran all the way.

The Purple Sun Old Demon was about to catch up, but was slapped backwards by the Blood Shadow Old Demon.

"If you run away, no one can afford to be guilty. "The Purple Sun Old Demon doesn't dare to go with the Blood Shadow.

The Blood Shadow Old Demon stared at him coldly: "Without you, no one can escape." ”

Before the words fell, a blue light flashed in the distance, and a colorful cloud flew up.

The old monk looked in front of him in despair, and there was another martial arts blocking the way.

Yun Mo, the owner of Qingxia Villa, forgets the truth and views the main dust Taoist, and the two can be regarded as sympathetic to each other.

In order to protect their own foundation, although the two took refuge in Chang'an City, they did not dare to show their faces in public.

However, as masters of the eighth realm, there is no doubt about the strength of the two.

When the old monk was in good condition, the two of them were not opponents.

But the enemy has been hit hard by the Blood Shadow Old Demon and the Purple Sun Old Demon successively, and it is not easy to fly away now, how can the enemy join forces with Yun Mo and the Dust Dao people?

The two of them shot together, and the monk Faxin didn't even have a chance to commit suicide, and was captured alive on the spot.

Yun Mo and the others grabbed two monks, one old and one young, and returned to the Blood Shadow Old Demon.

"Blood Shadow Daoist, fortunately, I am not dishonored. The dust-holding man said.

Yun Mo was indifferent to the side.

He is the kind of person who has always had a prejudice against demonic cultivators.

The demons of Chang'an City are cautious in their words and deeds, and they have never made trouble.

Therefore, Yun Mo can still live peacefully with them, but when dealing with each other, it is always avoidable.

The Blood Shadow Old Demon also regarded Yun Mo as air, and only nodded slightly at the Dust Keeper: "It's hard work." ”

He took the two bald heads from the other man's hands and said, "Let's go." ”

After that, he turned into a blood phoenix and flew high and returned to Chang'an City.

Hui Ming sighed, then followed.

The Dust Dao and Yun Mo are all the same action.

The Purple Sun Old Demon was the last to hit the road, flying with his head down.

Looking ahead, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, and stared at the Blood Shadow Old Demon.

Now the other side is stronger, and there is no point in clashing with it.

But when he can also learn the same level of cheats and magic skills as the "Phoenix Blood Book", he must settle accounts with the Blood Shadow Old Demon.

After the group returned to Chang'an City, the Blood Shadow Old Demon threw his hand at the Master and Apprentice of the Magic Heart and threw it to Mr. Dark Cloud.

Mr. Wuyun looked at the two monks, one old and one young.

The younger one is only a teenager.

"Over to you. He threw the little monk to Hui Ming.

Hui Ming secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The little monk had a pitiful look on his face: "Senior brother, my master won't die, right?"

"Your Majesty, who dominates Chang'an, is merciful, and under his rule, Mr. Wuyun and others are rarely killed, so the master should not be in danger of his life...... It's just that you may still have to suffer a little. Monk Huiming sighed.

Hearing that the master would not die, the little monk let out a big breath, and then asked curiously: "Compassion, didn't the Buddha teach us Buddhist disciples?

Huiming shook his head lightly: "Anyone can have compassion, just like anyone who sees the clarity of the mind and breaks the delusion, is a Buddha." ”

The little monk's eyes were blank: "Master and ancestor, as well as uncle and uncle, they didn't say that. ”

"Everyone has a different path, and everyone can be their own Buddha. Hui Ming said: "You are young, it is right to respect teachers, and when you are older, you will slowly understand some truths." ”

The little monk seemed to understand a little: "Oh......"

After hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice and asked quietly, "This senior brother, don't we really have to save the people here from the sea of suffering?"

"Chang'an is not a sea of bitterness. Huiming smiled bitterly and almost reached out to cover the little guy's mouth.

This is the inner city of Chang'an, no better than Hexi County, which is far away in the sky.

The city lord of Chang'an has great magical powers, and if the little monk's words fall into the ears of the other party, the consequences are unpredictable.

"I have walked inside and outside Chang'an, including the Western Zhou Dynasty in the west, the Eastern Tang Dynasty in the east, and the Northern Qi Dynasty in the north of Seagull. ”

Huiming said with emotion: "The people of Chang'an live better than those places.

Of course, it's not that it's better than other places, just that there's really no problem at all.

Rather, it means that the people here live and work in peace and contentment, and that their families are happy and healthy, and that they are not poor or oppressed.

In particular, the city lord of Chang'an loves the people, and the cultivators here are strictly forbidden to bully ordinary people, which is not seen in other places. ”

The little monk blinked, lowered his head and muttered softly: "Then why does Master always say that people here are very bitter, Master and Senior Brother say differently, someone is lying to me......"

With Huiming's ears and eyes, he can hear clearly.

He smiled dumbly: "The two of us didn't lie to you, it's just that we have different opinions on the same thing, but we all have our own true thoughts." ”

The little monk's eyes were blank again: "I don't understand ......"

"There is kung fu, I will take you to Chang'an for a walk inside and outside, after you have seen it, you will have your own thoughts, that is true for you. Hui Ming smiled.

"Oh. The little monk nodded.

"By the way, I don't know your legal name yet?" asked Huiming.

The little monk hurriedly straightened his expression and clasped his palms together:

"Poor monk Yongse, please advise my senior brother. ”

The young monk, who was not a few years older than him, also clasped his palms together: "The poor monk is wise, and he doesn't dare to advise." ”

Hui Ming didn't realize that there was something wrong.

But Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace, when he heard the little monk's name, almost squirted out a mouthful of water.

Of course, he knew that color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and he knew the meaning of "color" in Buddhism.

But at this moment, I can't help but think crookedly.

Mr. Wuyun, who brought the old monk of Faxin back to the Heavenly Punishment Hall, brought the other party to himself:

"You're a genius. ”