At this moment, Lanyue City, Yuzhou.

"Are you sure you've been here?"

"I'm sure I can't, I can't lie to you!"

Wang Jingyu and Ying'er were walking on the street, and Ying'er walked forward, like a puppy, shaking her nose from time to time, smelling and smelling. And Wang Jingyu walked behind him with his hands behind him, followed by Chen Zifeng and Huangfu Shenghua.

Chen Zifeng turned his head to look at Huangfu Shenghua beside him, and then asked softly: "I don't know where you come from?

Huangfu Shenghua's eyes lowered, he glanced at him, and then looked straight ahead without speaking.

Wang Jingyu turned his head to look at the two of them, frowned, and was about to speak. I didn't want Ying'er's voice to sound: "He is Huangfu Shenghua, my follower." ”

Chen Zifeng was startled, turned his head and glanced deeply at the person beside him, and then quickly turned back, not squinting, but he was frightened in his heart: "I'm a good girl." The body is integrated, and there is a fairy light in the body that wants to come out of the body, and then look at his forehead, shining, it is clear that he is an immortal who has survived the catastrophe. What is the background of this Wang Jingyu? He actually let the divine beast be his mount and the immortal be his follower?"

"It's here!"

Suddenly, Ying'er's crisp voice sounded, interrupting Chen Zifeng's thoughts. I saw her stretch out her hand and point out, it was the City Lord's Mansion that Luo Zheng had visited a few days ago!

............

Suzhou, the plain in front of Qingyun Mountain.

Liu Xuanxi was frowning and looking at the two people who suddenly appeared, his flattened head had returned to normal, and the millions of unjust souls behind him covered the heavens and the earth, and roared from time to time.

And the Confucian students in Tsing Yi and the monks in robes who came stood on the front line, looking at him without saying a word!

"Who are you two, and where did you come from?" Liu Xuanxi couldn't help it after all, and pointed at the two of them.

Confucius patted his shirt, but looked at him but didn't say a word. And the monk folded his hands and smiled without saying a word!

In fact, both of them have bitterness and can't say it...... The young scholar is Li Muran in the Qianyu world, after he was defeated by Huangfu Shenghua a few days ago, he left Qianyu alone and wanted to go to the earth to cross the catastrophe. I didn't want to die and passed by the Xuanming Realm, and was caught by a big hand in the realm into Xuanming, and I was trapped for three days, and today I was suddenly brought here again.

And the monk is even more declining, originally from the Western Dragon Temple, into the Fanzhu world to fight for the first luck, so as to enter the Youzhou with the Western circles of Tianjiao. But he didn't want a big hand to stretch out from Xuan Ming I don't know how far, stretched out into the Brahma realm, and caught him here in full view.

And where did Liu Xuanxi know this, seeing that the two of them were so contemptuous of him, anger rose in his heart, and he said: "If you are so contemptuous, you will have to pay the price!"

After saying that, he pinched the ghost trick with both hands and muttered: "Attract the ghostly qi and build evil ghosts!" After reading it, he stepped on his right foot, and the black mist rose from the ground. When those unjust souls saw this black mist, it was as if they had seen delicious food, and they rushed to devour the ghost qi.

Seeing this, Li Muran's pupils shrank, where did he dare to let him finish his performance, then took a step forward and shouted: "The rich and the rich can't be lewd, the poor can't be moved, and the mighty can't be bent." Haoran World. ”

He shouted loudly, and others only thought he was reading aloud. Those powerful ghosts were like a red-topped bell, and the powerful ghosts who shook panicked and screamed miserably, scurrying around. However, although he has a strong and righteous spirit, he has a natural restraint against evil. But after all, mana is limited, and there are only a few people who can influence it!

The unjust souls in the rear were not affected much at all, and after a short time, they had almost swallowed up the black mist, and then they began to slowly transform. The dark eyes gradually turned red, and the black mist dissipated, replaced by green fires. By this time, they had become bloodthirsty demons, and were no longer unjust spirits.

They stared at the two of them as if they had seen two prey. Heaven and earth are silent......

"Jie Ji ......"

Suddenly, the demons rushed at them.

Seeing this, the white-robed monk restrained his smile. Twisting the Buddha beads with one hand, pinching the wonderful heart seal with the other, he shouted loudly to the surging evil ghosts: "Om, well, what, horn, mi, huh"

Its sound is like a bell, resounding in the sky, and it also carries bursts of echoes. Every time he drank, the evil ghosts in front of him were stunned, and when he read it, it was like the anger of the king of Ming, and he was directly shocked to the ground, like dumplings. But the demons behind didn't know whether they were dead or alive, so they rushed up again!

"You go on! I have a million demons, see how long you two can kill?" Liu Xuanxi pointed at the two of them and laughed instead of being angry.

When Li Muran heard this, he frowned, then took out a book from his arms, put it on the ground, and then opened it.

He said softly: "Let's try this Confucian magic weapon, no word!"

The pages of the book unfolded, and a white light rose into the sky, with a huge suction, and all the demons that would attack the future were sucked into the book. Demons of various postures soon appeared in the book, and the book kept turning pages......

"Not good!"

Suddenly, he exclaimed, and he wanted to close the book, not wanting to slow down. But it was Liu Xuanxi who didn't pay attention to it, shifted his shape, and rushed into the books. The pages of the book rattled and turned over the pages, and not a single page could hold him.

Suddenly, the book was closed. Then it began to emit a blinding white light......

"Hurry back!"

Li Muran's face was full of distress, and then he hurriedly shouted, letting everyone leave, and then he took a step forward, which was thousands of meters. And Lu Wenquan also hurriedly carried Luo Zheng and the three of them to evacuate quickly, and the white-robed monk folded his hands and took a thousand miles in one step.

The method of escape used by Li Muran is unique to Confucianism. The monk is deflationary. Only Lu Wenquan fled with the three of them stepping on the wind.

"Boom~"

There was a sudden explosion, and the wordless notes were scattered in pieces. After all, Lu Wenquan was half a step slower, and was affected by the aftermath of the explosion, spitting blood from the explosion. And the three people he was carrying in his hands were even more injured! Several people fell from mid-air, like gourds rolling on the ground, and flew far away.

"It hurts so much~......"

Xue Shaojin was groggy and woke up by the explosion and groaned. Then his head tilted, and he passed out again.

When Lu Wenquan landed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he supported his waist, staggered to his feet, and hurriedly went to check the injuries of several people. As a result, a closer look reveals that except for him, who has the ability to move, the other three have all passed out......

Not far away, the gentle Li Muran was not calm. Looking at the fragments of hair vessels flying all over the sky and exuding miniature light, he was very distressed, only to see him grit his teeth, take out a ring ruler from the Qiankun bag, look at Liu Xuanxi and said angrily: "Bastard, you made me bankrupt." I'll fight with you!" After that, he jumped up, lifted the ring ruler in his hand and hit Liu Xuanxi's head!

The white-clothed monk didn't say much, took out a demon-slaying pestle from the Qiankun bag, danced over his head, and smashed it towards Liu Xuanxi's head!

Liu Xuanxi looked at the two attackers, showed an evil smile, and then quickly retreated. The sky was full of demons and surrounded the two again.

The monk held the demon pestle in his hand, emitting a golden light, and smashed it everywhere towards the attacking demons. Li Muran held the ring ruler, full of righteousness, the evil ghost couldn't get close at all, and when he was beaten by the ring ruler, it turned into green smoke and dissipated. It's just that there are too many demons, even if the two of them have the heart to eliminate demons and subdue ghosts, they are mortal bodies after all, where can they last.

Seeing that Li Muran had shown a trend of decadence, the monk knew that he couldn't wait any longer. Then he whispered: "Fellow Daoist, please use all your strength to block the kung fu of a cup of tea." I've got a magic weapon to deal with!"

Li Muran listened to his transmission, nodded invisibly, and then whispered: "Even if the master has any magic weapon, Mu Ran can still insist on this tea time." With that, he drank softly. The ring ruler in his hand was white and began to elongate, and then he held the ring ruler tightly and swept towards the attacking demons.

The monk nodded, took out eighteen clay sculptures from the Qiankun bag, and then bit his fingers, pointing blood on each sculpture's head. After putting his hands together, he recited: "All the arhats, the disciples are in trouble. I beg your Holiness to lend me mana!"

As soon as the words fell, the eighteen sculptures trembled slightly. Subsequently, eighteen phantom shadows appeared above the clay sculpture's head, like swimming fish, rushing towards the monk's body one by one. Quickly sit cross-legged on the ground, fold your hands, and recite the Buddhist scriptures silently. A pillar of light rose into the sky around its body, and on the wall of the pillar of light, golden runes flashed from time to time.

After that, the monk's eyes suddenly widened, and a golden light flashed in his eyes. Then he got up, as if the Buddha had come into the world, and angrily reprimanded: "You ghost immortal, now there is an arhat mind into the body of the poor monk, if you know what is good, quickly bow down!"

Liu Xuanxi heard the voice, slowly emerged from the ghost, and was stunned when he saw this scene. Then he sneered: "It's just that from the temple, Luo Hanjin asked for some mental power, and he was so proud." Let me beat you back to where you were. With that, he took out a sword from the black mist, and the sword trembled violently in his hand, but it could not break free at all. I saw him raise his sword above his head and slash it towards the monk. The sword qi was incomparably sharp, the heavens and the earth lit up instantly, and the rainstorm paused for a moment, and then a shocking sword qi rushed towards the monk!

The monk looked at the flying sword qi, and his face was extremely ugly. I was puzzled and scolded: "Amitayus Buddha, uncle's." How could he still have an immortal weapon?!"

But it is said that this sword is the fairy sword monarch pattern. It's just that when Luo Zheng moved the mountain, he was unable to take it back. So this sword was buried under the mountain with Liu Xuanxi. And when Liu Xuanxi broke the mountain, he suppressed this sword, hid it in his sleeve, and took it out at this moment.

The sword qi was already approaching, and the monk had nothing to do. I had to use the gods again to deflation into inches to avoid the earth-shattering sword qi. Then he put his hands together and shouted: "The Buddha has a smile on his face, and the king of Ming is angry! As soon as he finished speaking, he then read softly: "Nan Wu San Mandowa Ri is regretful~"

The sound is getting louder and louder. Suddenly, the monk shouted: "Li Muran dodge!" Immediately, his right hand turned into a palm and pushed forward!

And Li Muran listened to his voice and quickly retreated to the side. I saw a golden phantom in the shape of a palm, skimming over its body, and then getting bigger and bigger, and then like a mountain and river moving, isolating all the demons behind the palm, and flying towards the distance at great speed!

Li Muran was frightened into a cold sweat, looking at the distant phantom in shock. Then he was about to turn around and see the monk.

"Be careful!"

Suddenly, the monk yelled. Li Muran hurriedly turned around, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw a ghostly face, which was very close to him, staring at him with a smile.

His hairs instantly exploded, and he didn't want to think about it, so he used the end of the world to reach the distance. Liu Xuanxi touched his chin and didn't chase him. He just turned to look at the monk who was surrounded by golden light not far away and said with a smile: "That's all the Buddhism can do?

"The Adversary is going to run rampant. I'm just an appetizer, and I'll show you what I'm capable of!" the runes loomed over the monk's body, and then collapsed. But he saw eighteen phantoms lined up beside him.

In the virtual shadow, there is a person who captures the dragon with one hand and twists the pill with the other, and has the light of the Buddha.

Someone sits on the back of a tiger, grabs the tiger with one hand, and clenches a fist with his right hand.

Someone sat cross-legged in the void with his hands facing the sky......

............ It's the eighteen Arhats!