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Phew!

A Buddha sound, ancient and long-lasting, like the real Buddha coming to the world, Zen sound again and again, empty and lasting, golden ripples swept in front of the tiger ancestor, the dazzling sword light touched the ripples of the Buddha's light, and was shocked back in an instant!

"Xuanqing!" Long Wuzu missed with a blow, and was shocked back by an inexplicable Buddha voice, glaring angrily, sweeping across the void.

I saw an old and deep figure, floating into the world, landing in front of the tiger ancestor, wearing a red robe with gold threads, flowing eyebrows, long beard, hands folded, holding the Buddha salute, clear eyebrows.

"Dragon donor, Buddha Gate Pure Land, abstain from killing. Xuan Qing said flatly, and he couldn't hear any tone, but the sound of the Buddha just now really made Long Wuzu's heart tremble!

"Six-character mantra? He cultivated the six-character mantra?" Long Wuzu panicked in his heart, his eyes were shining, his face was wrinkled and moved, and the Longyang Sword in his hand was even tighter.

The three great powers in the sky stopped at the right time, standing on all sides, focusing on the Xuanqing monk who suddenly came, and the generation of monks who cultivated the golden body of Arhat.

Only the two of them were in a sideline posture from beginning to end, that is, Qing Wudao and that black gas.

The Xuanqing presided over the Buddha ceremony, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he moved when he heard the wind, and a string of sandalwood wrinkled Buddha beads in his hand twisted between his fingers one by one, and he was surprisingly quiet for a while.

Master Xuanjing here, quitting idleness, and the Tiger Ancestor who conjured up in human form stood behind the Xuanqing host, looking at each other.

Seeing the situation, Zhou Qilang turned around, no longer paying attention to the duel in the sky, and ran in the direction of the rear.

As everyone knows, above the sky, the black mist gas standing on the side actually gave birth to two green eyes the size of lanterns, green eyeballs, gurgling, and two substantial eyes stared at Zhou Qilang who was running in front of the main hall.

Whining!

The yin wind roared angrily, and the black mist air mass suddenly shot out, without warning, a pitch-black order chain, like a life-threatening iron rope for a ghost, shot from a high altitude to the back of the head of Zhou Qilang!

In the next second, Zhou Qilang will be pierced through his brain by the dark and cold order chain, and he will die on the spot!

Hmmm!

Two words mantra!

The mighty Buddha sound Zen sounded, the sound wave swept ten miles, and a tangible golden light spread out from Xuanqing's body, and the dark chain of order was like falling into a swamp in an instant, stagnant in mid-air and unable to move, and it was humming!

Zhou Qilang felt a chill in his back muscles, the hair on his whole body stood upside down, and the cold sweat on his head wet the monk's robe, but he didn't stop under his feet.

"Nam no Amitabha, the judge of hell, seems to have a little long hand. The host of Xuanqing spoke indifferently, still maintaining the Buddha ceremony, but his eyes glanced at the black mist.

The pair of green eyes in the black mist purred and turned, and they retracted the chain of order with a clamour, and did not make another move

Zhou Qilang ran all the way to the back mountain along the stone road, passed through the rusty iron gate, ran out of the verdant bamboo forest, and came to the edge of the cliff on the bank.

Kerala.

Zhou Qilang took a sharp stop, kicked out the gravel and rolled down the cliff bottom, his eyes widened, he poked his head out to look down, the bottom was dark, but there seemed to be a faint golden light shining in the darkness.

"Little brother!

Zhou Qilang stretched out his hand and put it to his mouth, and shouted loudly to the bottom of the shore cliff, and the sound wave turned over and over, and the entire shore cliff echoed his shout.

"I'm here"

The crisp immature echo is that of the little brother who quits sex.

Zhou Qilang raised his eyebrows, secretly happy, and hurriedly ran down the stone stairs that came up that day.

For!

Half a person high, Zhou Qilang jumped down and landed smoothly, the surroundings were dark, only a short figure in front of him was pouting his buttocks, holding a wooden stick in his hand and constantly carving something on the ground.

"Little Senior Brother, what are you doing?" Zhou Qilang ran forward suspiciously, only to see clearly what he had carved on the ground.

It turned out to be the true words of the Buddhist formation, those obscure Sanskrit, like a dragon and a snake on the ground, and every stroke was engraved very seriously.

The little brother is sweating profusely at the moment, and his hands are still carving, humming and chirping.

"Wow, my Buddha said that you are not tired, why are you so tired" The little brother of the abstinence grunted as he carved it, and his complaining breath was overflowing.

"What is this?" Zhou Qilang looked at the huge round formation, and the Buddhist characters and Sanskrit were everywhere, which was really difficult to understand.

"Shizun let me carve it, and it came in handy at critical moments. The little brother wiped the sweat on his forehead, bit the corners of his lips, his big eyes were round, and he continued to engrave, just the last stroke.

The pen fell for a while, the pen fell like a real Buddha Zen sound, faintly there was a galloping momentum, those Sanskrit words at this moment actually had signs of activation, the ground began to shake, and the surrounding mountains and rocks began to tremble.

"This is?" Zhou Qilang was frightened, and glanced around, if it weren't for the smiling and satisfied look on his face at the moment, he would definitely choose to run away.

"It's done!" The little brother clapped his palms, dropped the wooden stick, stretched out his arms and twisted his waist, looked up, but was stunned for a moment.

Above the shore cliff, a black figure with low eyebrows and a smiling smile was paying attention to the big array and the two below.

"I've found you. "The cold voice is like squeezing out of the roar, sharp and piercing, like a night dove, which is disgusting to hear.

"Who!" Zhou Qilang looked up and saw the descending figure, wrapped in a black cloak, with a towering wide hat covering his cheeks, and only two green eyes were actually shining.

The eyes like hell and the ghost-like voice really made Zhou Qilang's heart tremble.

"Little Seventh Senior Brother, you go first!" The little junior brother said busily, his little figure had already rushed out with a fist, kicked the ground and jumped up, and smashed the door in front of the person who came to attack with a fist.

"Little Senior Brother!" Zhou Qilang shouted.

Jiese smashed out with a fist, and the black-robed man reached out and shook his hand, tightly grasped the immature hard fist, and said with a sneer: "Jie Jie, the strength is good, but the strength is not enough!"

With a backhand grip, the black-robed man's other hand reached out from his waist and slapped it on the chest of the ring.

Jiese kicked his leg in the air and kicked the palm that came there, and jumped out of the man's clamp with his strength, and then landed on the ground to raise his qi, and his aura suddenly condensed and gathered in his fist.

"Dharma Fist!" The little senior brother glared angrily, and in an instant, several punches burst out into the air and hit the black robe's chest.

The black-robed man just dodged left and right slightly, bent sideways, and then lifted a horizontal kick with one foot.

Bang!

After all, the little brother who quit color has a big gap in strength, and the leg in the middle is like a kite with a broken string flying upside down, spurting out a mouthful of blood in the air.

"Little Senior Brother!" Zhou Qilang rushed out, and one jumped up to catch the little senior brother who was ringing, and rolled to the ground.

"Little Senior Brother!" Zhou Qilang hugged the ring color, his face was nervous and anxious, and he shouted loudly, and the ring color in his arms spurted out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, staining the monk's robe red, and the originally immature and innocent face was also dripping with blood at the moment.

"Senior Brother Xiaoqi, run!" "The little senior brother muttered, and staggered up from Zhou Qilang's arms, his small body blocked Zhou Qilang, and a pair of eyes were as resolute as iron, staring at the black-robed man in front of him.

"Hehe, what a stubborn little monk. The black-robed man's shrill voice like the friction of iron was ironic.

Zhou Qilang looked at the figure that staggered to stand up half a meter in front of him, the cold wind blew up the hem of his clothes, and the small figure was imprinted in Zhou Qilang's heart.

"Little Senior Brother," Zhou Qilang suddenly chuckled, slowly stood up from the ground, walked to the side of the ring in two steps, touched his smooth head with one hand, and said with a smile: "When will the formation be activated?"

As soon as the little senior brother raised his head, he smiled, his big eyes finished the crescent moon, and he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Ten breaths." ”

"Ten breaths" Zhou Qilang frowned slightly when he heard this, but he still smiled lightly and rubbed his bald head, "Together." ”

"Yes. He smiled and showed his dimples, tied up the hem of his shirt, and rolled up his sleeves.

Zhou Qilang tied up the hem of his clothes at the same time, rolled up his sleeves, shook the hair tied with the red rope at the back of his head, and turned around his neck twice, which was the whip that the junior brother tied for him.

Two people, one big and one small, immediately squatted down and walked on the horse, took a deep breath, stretched out their right feet on the side of the ground to draw a semicircle and divided them aside, and pinched the three-fingered Buddha seal in front of their arms.

"It's up!" Zhou Qilang drank it, and burst out on the ground, showing the strength of the fourth layer of condensation.

The little brother who quit color followed closely behind Zhou Qilang, stepping on his footprints to follow.

This is a two-person Dharma Fist practiced by two people for three months, and with their respective strengths, it can be said that it is seamless.

Although Zhou Qilang's strength was not enough, with the addition of the little brother of the eighth layer of condensation, the two of them could work together to defeat the monk of the ninth layer of condensation.

The black-robed man trembled, looking at the two people who came in an instant formation, he froze slightly, but then sneered: "Delusional!"

Immediately, the black robe flicked, and his palms poked out, black as ink, and the black mist condensed between his palms, soaring like a snake.

Zhou Qilang rushed and slapped the black-robed man's chest with one palm, and the black-robed man dodged sideways, but then Zhou Qilang kicked horizontally, and the black-robed man raised his palm to block, and then the other palm slapped at Zhou Qilang with a soaring black gas.

"Drink!" The little brother who quit color immediately attacked, jumped up, spiraled in mid-air, kicked it, and the palm that the black-robed man reached out in the middle of it, and it slammed into each other solidly!

Bang!

The little brother who quit color was slapped back with a palm, Zhou Qilang squatted in an instant, and the color of the ring was like a golden rooster standing on Zhou Qilang's shoulder with a backflip, posing in formation.

The black-robed man was kicked back a few steps, and the green eyes in the wide hat flashed, obviously shocked by the seamless cooperation of the two, and secondly, he actually repelled himself together.

"No wonder you dare to make a move, it turns out that the joint force can exert the strength of the ninth layer of condensation. The black-robed man's unruly voice was like a terrible ghost's scream.

"You're not bad. Zhou Qilang grinned lightly, and then shook his shoulders to send out a force of ringing.

Ring color flipped around in the air, Zhou Qilang punched out several punches on the ground one after another, and suddenly the two of them formed a joint attack, and the black-robed man actually had the upper hand under so many continuous attacks.

Five breaths have passed.

And the formation depicted over there actually showed signs of manifestation at this moment, the ground trembled violently, and those inscriptions actually shattered from the ground and then slowly rose into the air, the gravel was chaotic, and one by one the obscure Sanskrit characters broke away from the ground and were arranged in mid-air.

The vast array was slowly forming, and those Sanskrit clay characters rose into the air one after another, and were included in the formation, which actually attracted the aura of the surrounding natural world to begin to gather, forming a thumb-sized vortex in the center of the formation.

"Die!"

The black-robed man was pressed back again and again, and at a glance, he saw that the formation was actually starting to move, and he was full of anger, and his aura suddenly surged violently, and the black robe on his body also shattered under the pressure of the rising aura.

A black skeleton, with two green ghost fires in the sunken eye sockets.

The black-robed man turned out to be a black skeleton capable of words and deeds!

"I'm going to tear you apart!

The black skeleton roared like a ghost, let out a miserable roar, and bursts of cold hellfire rose from its body, and it was extremely black and cold!