It seems that the name of the trick is not murderous, but it is like an invisible dagger, piercing the heart, like an invisible plague, which makes people frightened and avoided, the black-robed man screamed, and dragged the golden dragon to turn away.

Suddenly, a quaint big bell appeared on the top of the small black **, like a dragon and tiger, collapsed and pressed, the ground cracked, an invisible big hand appeared above the big clock, pinching the King Kong seal and then the first to come, a wave of uneven wave and again, the ancient bell quickly pressed down, like a phantom, making a "hum" sound, shocking, like the sound of a bow and arrow off the string, more than a hundred times more than that, the King Kong seal hit the ancient bell, the bell body swayed endlessly.

The little turtle let out an earth-shattering roar, his body quickly became larger, and his eyes were red, "I'll go to your uncle's, you dare to beat even the old lady's idea, and kill you a thief bald donkey!" ”

Boom!

Seeing that the big bell was about to collapse down, the little turtle regained its original size like a mountain in Longmian Town, and the three unique stone tablets were carried on its back, and it resisted the pressure of the big bell.

A twenty-zhang long white dragon carried Xu Hanwen through the clouds and returned to the sky above the Dragon Palace.

Jiaolong turned into a human, it was Bai Zhenzhen, I saw her carrying a flying sword, stretched out her hand to swing the sword, a shocking sword aura penetrated the void, the cold was frozen for thousands of miles, and the snowflakes fell within thousands of miles, and the giant ice sword appeared again, and the ancient bell shattered.

The little turtle let out an earth-shattering roar, and glanced back at his good sister dialect, only to see the big hand crushing down, motionless as a mountain.

Bang!

The ground cracked, a puff of dust rose up, and the mountain even shook.

The dust and smoke dissipated, the palms disappeared, and where there were still dialect figures, the ground was empty.

The old monk frowned, and let out a questioning exhale from the depths of his throat.

"Huh?"

The little turtle was also dumbfounded, "Gone?" Ran away? Hey~! Really, she wanted to run, but no one could stop her. ”

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Xu Hanwen stopped in the air above the Dragon Pool, sat cross-legged, his body glowed with scarlet light, and his mouth was full of words.

In an instant, the scarlet color turned golden.

Xu Hanwen took a strange pose, bent down slightly, and reached out to flick the sky at his front feet, as if he was vacating something to set aside something.

He bent his fingers and tapped lightly!

Between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, I remembered the sound of a clear wooden fish......

Xu Hanwen also participated in Zen, and participated in Wild Fox Zen.

Knock fingers to cut off immortality.

In the distant sky, a young monk dressed in white suddenly walked and paced in the air.

Suddenly, the vision of heaven and earth, the dragon palace is high in the sky, like a hanging lotus pond.

Under the feet of the young white-clothed monk, lotus grows step by step.

"Master Xu, why are you still obsessed, you are a rare Buddhist genius once in a thousand years, and you can only attain the Great Dao by taking refuge in my Buddha."

The white-clothed monk walked towards Xu Hanwen, looked at the slender figure who was a little lonely and lonely, folded his hands, and recited the Buddha's name lightly.

I saw that around the white-clothed monk, there were huge towering rosettes like mountain peaks.

The rosette, bathed in brilliant sunlight, rises above the sea of clouds.

Above the entire Dragon Palace, tens of thousands of lotus flowers rose unknowingly.

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"Xuanbing Sword, thousands of miles of snow drifting."

The cold current is like a white tide, thousands of miles in an instant, a giant ice sword pierced the void, like a meteor, smashed to the ground, the old monk opened his mouth and roared, a burst of sound waves turned into a qi machine, like a wave of layers, blocking the ice sword in front of him, not an inch.

"There's also a guy with a hidden head and tail, your lordship, you go and deal with him."

Bai Zhenzhen burst into trouble, the ice crystal-like sword in his hand soared like a dragon, and there were countless ice sword qi in heaven and earth.

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There was a trance.

Dialect looked around, everywhere you saw were ancient trees that covered the sky and the sun, the green mountains were faintly undulating, the rivers were far away and long, and I thought that I could fly with a sword after the Jindan period, but I didn't know what my situation was, I was going to turn into a dragon, and I couldn't still need a flying sword to fly, right?

Thinking of this, Fang Yan tried to ride against the wind, and slowly, slowly, it really flew up.

The woods and mountain streams were cool and silent, and there were often apes in high places with long voices chirping, and the sound was continuous, and it seemed very miserable and desolate, and in the empty valleys came the echoes of apes that were mournful and tactful, and long disappeared. The white rapids, the turquoise water, and the swirling waves reflect the shadows of various scenes. There are many strange-shaped pines and cypresses growing on the extremely high peaks, and there are hanging springs and waterfalls rushing between the peaks.

The water is clear, the trees are glorious, the mountains are steep, the grass is abundant, and the fun is endless.

After playing for a while, the dialect heard the wailing of the ape, and the terrible screams of countless demon clans, and there were faintly Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit singing.

Fang Yan flew low in the sky, looking at a place where the fire was shining in the distance, and thought in his heart, 'This damn monk actually wants to beat Lao Tzu's stuffy stick, should we do the opposite, and let the monks suffer a loss'.

Do what you think, has always been the motto of the dialect.

"It's done! Kill a few bald donkeys to relieve hatred! ”

Fang Yan gritted his teeth fiercely, and suddenly laughed secretly in his heart, now that he has a life-saving hole card, what are you afraid of!

Flying along the low altitude, the dialect spent almost a whole day hurrying, from day to night, from night to dawn, revealing the morning light, before finally reaching a location closer to the flames of war.

After looking for a place where the water flowed, Fang Yan jumped into the water, and searched all the way from the bottom of the water to the vicinity of the battlefield, intending to find a few lonely Buddhist donkeys to beat.

After waiting for a long time, it was not until noon that I finally saw a young bald donkey chasing a certain demon disciple to the vicinity. Fang Yan hid in the water, carefully observed, and determined the cultivation of the two, the bald donkey is a monk in the relics realm, in the words of the Daomen, this realm is called the Jindan period, and the disciples of the Demon Dao are also in this realm. However, judging from the situation on the scene, the Demon Dao disciples were chased and beaten by bald donkeys all the way.

The two fought all the way, ran all the way, and the dialect quietly followed in the water, intending to surprise the bald donkey.

Fang Yan followed patiently for a long time, and finally somewhere where there was no one, the bald donkey used a golden palm trick to beat the demon disciple to death, squatting on the ground and panting.

As the sun sets, the clouds gather and the mountains and forests look dim.

The morning is from dark to bright, and the twilight is from bright and dark, or dark or bright, and the changes are different.

This is the morning and dusk in the mountains.

The young monk squatted under an ancient tree, quietly looking at the clouds and mist in the mountains and forests, surprised by the changes of the day and night of the 100,000 mountains, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him was very Zen. Different from Zen Buddhism, which blindly participates in Zen, although they also participate in Zen, they pay more attention to self-cultivation.

The clouds gathered, and a strong wind blew the clouds and mist a little, but they still filled the mountains and forests.