Facing Xiao Yu's straight sword, the tall King Ming threw a vajra from his sleeve and hit Xiao Yu.

The vajra carried a faint golden color, and the Buddha's light on it slowly flowed, and a layer of faint dark gold also appeared on Xiao Yu's sword.

Xiao Yu didn't dare to be careless, and turned his sword to the vajra.

The long sword and the vajra greeted each other in the air, each stagnating slightly, and the feeling of coercion caused by the frost realm was also reduced by half.

"Half-step frost?" Seeing this, King Gao Ming was slightly stunned, and then said disdainfully: "What if you are walking on frost?"

Xiao Yu no longer cared about anything now, the pitch-black vortex in his eyes was spinning rapidly, and all the monks of the Molun Temple who were close were all instantly absorbed by him, and the sword momentum increased again, and he suddenly forced the vajra back a few feet.

At this time, Xiao Yu's eyes were pitch black, and all kinds of vitality were pulled around his body, and then slowly devoured by him, and the Heavenly Demon Phase had been fully expanded, waiting for the opportunity to move, ready to disturb King Ming's mind at any time. It's really quite a devil's style.

At this moment, King Ming's palms were clasped together in front of his chest, and he could not move the seal of King Ming.

At the same time as the "Lin" formed a mudra, a mantra sounded.

The golden light flashed, a pure and brilliant Buddha light flew out from the handprint of King Ming, shot into the vajra in the air, the original faint gold, became brighter and brighter, the Buddha light on the pestle flowed faster and faster, and even the golden lotus could be clearly seen blooming around.

The vajra was then powerful, and instantly forced Xiao Yu's long sword back a few feet.

"Amitayus. King Ming was still expressionless, the handprint in his hand remained unchanged, and he said softly: "Hum Banzar Sa!"

This is the Vajrasattva mantra, and it is the unity of the three dharmas.

For a while, the Buddha's light shone brightly, and all the small golden refining around the vajra gathered into one place, turning into a huge golden lotus, and this golden lotus slowly manifested a statue of the immovable king with eight arms, holding a sword in his right hand and holding Rosso in his left hand, sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus.

There are roughly two types of statues of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, one is serene and the other is angry. King Ming belongs to the angry phase.

The Ming King is most widely known as the Five Great Ming Kings, and the Fudo Ming King is in the center of the Five Ming Kings, that is, in the first place, and the other four Ming Kings surround him, he is the most important of the Ming Kings, known as the Fudo Zun or the Wudong Zun, and Guanyin and Jizo Bodhisattva are on a par with Guanyin and Jizo Bodhisattva.

I saw a golden Buddha light rising up from the Fudo Ming Dynasty, passing through the space and falling on Xiao Yu's body.

That Buddha light has no compassion, only the coldness of the Buddha's anger.

The pupils on Xiao Yu's body seemed to have encountered a great nemesis, and a trace of black qi evaporated from him, and the heavenly demons in the sea of knowledge howled in pain.

His face suddenly turned pale, and with a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted from between his lips, falling on the black robe on his body and on the grass beneath his feet.

King Ming looked at him indifferently and said, "My Buddha is merciful, and I will surpass you today!"

Xiao Yu sneered, and did not wipe the residual blood from the corner of his mouth, but frantically ran his pupils, the aura of silence and greed in his eyes was like two flames jumping wildly, and the various vitality that originally surrounded him was like a long whale absorbing water and was all incorporated into his body.

"If the Buddha can't cross me, I'm going to kill the Buddha!"

......

Looking at Xiao Yu who was struggling in pain in the Buddha's light, Lin Yinping suddenly felt that this world was really bad.

The mother is gone.

Father is gone.

Uncle Mu is fighting, Xiao Yu is fighting.

If they were gone, what would be left of her?

What else does she say about enjoying the beauty of the world?

Xiao Yu is right, if you can't beat others, you will be bullied, if Xiao Yu is defeated, what will happen to the two of them? Xiao Yu's head was made into a skull magic weapon, and she was reduced to one of those old monks who could be her grandfather's concubine?

This is not what she wants, Xiao Yu said that she can only beat others to fear you and respect you. In order to be able to do what you want and do what you want. And he also said that fighting is easy to learn.

She walked into the Buddha's light, opened the mixed yuan umbrella, and covered Xiao Yu's head.

Her movements are very natural, like a little lady standing at the entrance of the alley waiting for her husband to come home, and finally waiting for her husband to come home in the rain, and gently open the oil-paper umbrella for him.

The Buddha's light illuminates the faces of everyone here, rising from the immovable Ming Dynasty and then falling. Solemn and cold.

The mixed umbrella stretched out above the heads of the two of them.

The Buddha's light falls on the dark yellow umbrella surface, hanging down like a tassel, beautiful and terrifying.

The Buddha's light was like a downpour, but it didn't pass through the umbrella, but just slid down the umbrella like a waterfall.

It's just that the frost can mobilize the vitality of heaven and earth, so the Buddha's light is infinite, and the void can only use its own vitality, so Lin Yinping's hands holding the umbrella are trembling slightly, although the Buddha's light does not fall on his body, but the power of the wave still hits the umbrella surface like a waterfall, and then passes through the umbrella surface to Lin Yinping's hand.

She could hear the bones in her hands clicking.

She had mobilized all her vitality to resist the Buddha light of the Immovable Ming King, but the situation was still very bad.

"Maybe it'll be broken in the next moment. Somehow thinking of the scene where he broke his hands, Lin Yinping was a little melancholy, but he was not afraid.

The next moment was not broken after all, because Xiao Yu stretched out his hand,

......

"Your Royal Highness, if you return to the Molun Temple with me, I can spare him. ”

King Ming was expressionless, looked at the two people under the Buddha's light and said.

Lin Yinping was slightly stunned, glanced at the immovable Ming King Xiang manifested on the vajra in front of King Ming, and then glanced at Xiao Yu who was blocking in front of him.

Then her lips moved slightly and she wanted to say something, but Xiao Yu took the lead and said: "If you want to take Lin Yinping back to the temple, you must overtake me first, otherwise is it interesting to say this?"

His voice was calm, revealing an unmistakable taste.

King Ming snorted coldly, looked at Xiao Yu and said, "I don't know how to lift." ”

Xiao Yu was silent, just absorbing the last breath of vitality into his body.

He admits that he doesn't love Lin Yinping as much as he usually shows, and he values Lin Yinping more as his great hope for revenge, so he wants to protect Lin Yinping and even make her like him.

And as he expected, this stupid girl who hadn't experienced much of the world and had been hiding in the ivory tower she had built really moved her mind, and from a certain point of view, he, like Xiao Lie, was a bastard in this regard.

Until now, this girl is still pure in her mind, which makes him feel very complicated, and a trace of guilt has inexplicably risen.

He smiled self-deprecatingly, he said that Lin Yinping was very much like his mother, so who was he like?

No, he's not Xiao Lie, he's Xiao Yu.

So he decided that this time it was just for her and nothing else.