The reappearance of the Third Buddha, although it was only a clone of Moro, still shocked Li Daoxuan.

Of the three Buddhas in front of him, the oldest should be Amitabha Buddha, holding a green lamp to dispel the darkness and illuminate the night sky, revealing the vicissitudes of life in his eyes.

Now the Buddha Shakyamuni is not to mention, pointing to the sky and the earth, symbolizing the heaven and the world, and I am the only one.

The future Buddha pot-bellied Maitreya, wearing a yellow robe, holding a cloth bag, and smiling, made Li Daoxuan feel a chill.

Although they are only clones, they have a trace of the charm of a real Buddha, and the strength of each doppelganger is beyond the Yang God Realm, at least Li Daoxuan can't see through it.

All of a sudden, Moro had three more helpers, and the scene seemed to be reversed.

But the lady in Tsing Yi was indifferent, looked at the four of Moro quietly, and said, "If you defile the ancient Buddha, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?" ”

Moro laughed and said, "Heavenly punishment? If he were alive, then I would still be afraid of him, but unfortunately he is no longer here! ”

This is also the reason why he dared to cultivate these three doppelgangers, otherwise the gods and Buddhas are alive, and if they detect that someone dares to fake their own name as evil, I am afraid that it will be a 'Divine Palm' immediately.

The lady in Tsing Yi shook her head and said, "If you don't know awe, you will bring about your own destruction." ”

The fairy light bloomed, the lotus flowers swayed, and the moonlight was wrapped like a ribbon, as if she was draped in a silver gauze skirt.

With a light touch, the lady in Tsing Yi actually flew into the sky and took the initiative to attack the four of Moro, although there was only one person, but it had an oppressive momentum.

The hands are tied with the lotus seal, the gods are radiant, and there is the law of life and death.

Bang!

The golden bodies of the past Buddha and the present Buddha suddenly sunken on their chests, shaped like lotus flowers, and were blasted out dozens of zhang away at the same time, revealing the color of decay where they were hit, as if they were being eroded by the years.

"Let's get on it!"

The four of Moro surrounded Tsing Yi and prepared to take it down quickly.

In the past, the Buddha blew lightly, and the green lamp in his hand floated out of the cyan flame, which seemed to be hot but not hot, like cold but not cold, specifically burning people's souls, even if it was the immortal light of the body, it could not be stopped.

Now the Buddha slapped it with a palm, and the huge Buddha's hand smashed towards the Tsing Yi Niangniang, like Mount Tai pressing the top.

The future Buddha threw the cloth bag in his hand, and the cloth bag quickly became larger, almost covering the sky and the sun, sending out infinite suction force, trying to suck her into it.

The three Buddhas shot at the same time, each showing their magical powers, although they were just clones, but each of them was an existence beyond the Yang God Realm, and they were all extremely powerful in the world, which made Li Daoxuan subconsciously sweat.

He was ready to smash the Heavenly Seal.

However, the next moment, a scene that shocked him appeared.

In the face of the four powerful supernatural powers, the lady in Tsing Yi was calm and calm, and let the flame of the green lantern fall on her, without revealing a trace of pain, but the flame automatically extinguished after a short burn.

Lotus Dharma Body, ignoring all soul attacks!

In "Fengshen List", after Nezha cultivated the lotus law, the spirit and the flesh merged, and he was not afraid of all spells and magic weapons against the soul, and used this to make many miraculous achievements.

Let those who are good at attacking souls almost doubt life.

In the past, the flame of the Buddha's green lantern could pass through her protective immortal light, but it could not burn her lotus body.

Now the palm print of the Buddha fell, the lady of Tsing Yi pinched the treasure bottle seal, and a treasure bottle phantom faintly appeared in the void, like the mutton fat jade bottle in the hand of Guanyin, exuding infinite fairy light.

The menacing palm print was directly sucked into the treasure bottle.

The cloth bag of the future Buddha has some effect, and the Tsing Yi Niang sucked it in, but the next moment the cloth bag suddenly bulged, like a ball that was constantly inflating, and finally exploded with a bang.

The lady in Tsing Yi flew out of the bag, three thousand green silks flew, her eyes were like the moon, and the cold was shining.

The most striking thing is the six arms that appear behind her, like a thousand-armed Guanyin, or pinching the lotus seal, or pinching the treasure bottle seal, or pinching the Liuding Divine Fire Seal, the Flying Immortal Seal, the Bright Moon Seal, and the Netherworld Seal......

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang......

With a loud bang, the four of Moro were constantly beaten away by the fairy light, and there were frequent scars on their bodies, although they continued to exert their magical powers, and their golden bodies were like a sea of blood, they were still beaten and defeated.

Moro let out a roar and tried to turn the tide, but an embroidered shoe stepped on his head, tearing its head apart.

"You can't kill me!!"

Moro roared, and the shattered head gathered again, and in an instant it was restored to its original state.

Rumble!

The immeasurable immortal light burst out, condensed in the hand of a slender jade, carrying a majestic divine power like the sea, and slapped the body of the demon Buddha directly into the sky.

Then the Tsing Yi Niangniang turned into a five-colored god, rushed to the sky, and chased towards Moro.

Ten thousand feet in the air, she and the four of Moro fought together again, with their own strength, the body of a woman, showing a peerless demeanor, extremely strong, overwhelming the third Buddha and Moro, beating the opponent's golden body to pieces, and the Buddha's blood was splashed.

The slender and white slender jade hand seems to have become the most terrifying weapon in the world, forming all kinds of treasure seals, carrying the light of flying immortals, the resonance of heaven and earth, and the harmony of the avenue!

Dragons and phoenixes, vermilion birds, Baolian and other fairy spirits emerge and reflect the heavens.

Li Daoxuan was dumbfounded.

Empress...... It's so fierce?

He remembered how many times he had been light and thin before, and suddenly broke out in a sweat.

Still alive...... That's nice!

Call! Suck!

Violent aura fluctuations emerged, like a long whale sucking water.

The Old Celestial Master didn't pay attention to the battle, but closed his eyes at some point, he stood with his sword in his hand, and the 24,000 acupuncture points around him bloomed with light, like a sea of stars rising and falling, devouring the surrounding spiritual energy and nourishing the dry flesh and blood.

This is the manifestation of the cultivation of the "Huangting Ancient Scripture" to the fourth layer, awakening 24,000 'gods' in the body, developing the potential of the physical body, and devouring the aura of heaven and earth.

This is also the reason why the Heavenly Master can live to be one hundred and twenty-four years old and still have such combat power.

I don't know how long it took, the old heavenly master slowly opened his eyes, he had regained a lot of strength, he stared at the battle above the sky, his voice was heavy.

"Tsing Yi Niang's divine power is also limited, but Moro has Maitreya's body, and his mana is almost endless, which is where his confidence lies in his continuous resurrection."

After a pause, the old heavenly master sighed: "It is said that Maitreya Buddha has practiced for 84,000 years, and his body contains majestic mana. ”

Hearing this, Li Daoxuan said worriedly: "Master, what should we do?" ”

God condensed and said: "Moro, you must kill, and tonight is the only chance to kill him, after tonight, when he completely grasps Maitreya's body, the world will face a catastrophe." ”

"Master, what about the seal, is there any way to seal Moro?"

The Celestial Master shook his head and said, "Maybe there is, but I haven't thought of it yet, and I want to make a break with him tonight." ”

Wait a few more years, he will die of old age, how to avenge his wife?

"Master, if you hold these two immortal weapons, they may be useful!"

Li Daoxuan handed over the Plague Bell and the Fantian Seal to Shizu.

The Heavenly Master did not refuse, accepted it, and then glanced at Li Daoxuan deeply, and said: "Taichong, you go first, if I lose with Tsing Yi Niangniang, you will go and dissolve Longhu Mountain, hide, become an immortal, and never think about revenge." ”

He wants to leave a seed for the world, if the world is reduced to a demon domain, then Li Daoxuan is undoubtedly the last hope, with his qualifications, he may be able to defeat Moro one day.

Bang!

The thunder roared, and the old heavenly master stepped into the void and flew up to the sky, surrounded by golden thunder, and even his hair seemed to be dyed golden, like a thunder god descending to earth, and his power was amazing.

He resolutely joined the battle and fought against Moro and the Third Buddha with Tsing Yi Niangniang.

The sea of clouds was agitated, and the night sky of Luoyang suddenly lit up, sometimes the fairy light was filled, sometimes the thunder was horizontal, sometimes the green light Buddha shadow, and sometimes the demon roar shook the sky!

Li Daoxuan did not listen to the words of the old heavenly master and left, but opened his heavenly eyes and stared at this battle closely.

This was a battle that he couldn't even intervene in, and the only thing he could do was to temporarily lend the Plague Bell and the Fan Tian Seal to the Old Heavenly Master.

The joy and pride of being promoted to the Yang God Realm vanished, and he deeply felt a sense of powerlessness.

Clenching his fists, Li Daoxuan knew that he couldn't just leave, because every time he had this idea, a huge panic would surface.

Looking at the Tsing Yi Niang and the Heavenly Master who were still fighting fiercely with the four of Moro, Li Daoxuan had a faint premonition that if he escaped now, he might be able to live, but he would probably regret it for the rest of his life.

He clenched his fists and pondered.

Since embarking on the path of cultivation, he has encountered many powerful enemies and encountered many dangers, but he can always find a breakthrough point and turn the tables in a desperate situation.

Calm down, be sure to calm down!

Li Daoxuan thought about it for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.

There's no better way, it seems that you can only use that 'back hand', but why hasn't Roaring Heaven come back yet? Calculate the itinerary, it should be almost there.

Sure enough, before he could wait, a black shadow flashed and ran in front of Li Daoxuan.

He was almost foaming at the mouth, panting from exhaustion, white smoke was coming out of his paws, he was tired, his pupils were bloodshot, and he didn't know how many miles he had traveled.

"Wang, sir...... Over there...... It's all ready......"

Li Daoxuan nodded, but there was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

This is the back hand he has prepared for Moro, and it is also the strongest combat power he can come up with at the moment - the Four Saints Great Array located in Chang'an City!

A few days ago, in addition to writing a letter to shake people, he also sent Roaring Tian to Chang'an.

The main thing is to let Roar Tian explain the matter of Luoyang to His Majesty, and then temporarily move the people out of Chang'an, leaving only an empty city.

In this way, Li Daoxuan can transfer Moro to Chang'an through the great divine power of moving stars and changing fights, and then fight with the help of the Four Saints Great Array!

This was his last resort, and it was also a last resort.

Because the Four Saints Great Array is certainly powerful, but it consumes the national fortune of the Tang Dynasty, and it is naturally easy to kill the Yang God Realm like the Evil Five Elders, but in the face of a terrifying enemy like Mo Luo, Li Daoxuan is not sure how much national fortune will be consumed to kill it.

If Moro is killed in the end, in exchange for the decline or even collapse of the Tang Dynasty, the price will be too great.

And now that he has witnessed the continuous rebirth of Moro, Li Daoxuan is even more uncertain about this.

Even if there is a Four Saints Great Array, he should only be at the level of a mother, and there is no way to completely kill Moro.

But it seems to ...... He couldn't have done anything better.

Li Daoxuan gritted his teeth, he had already made a decision in his heart, and he was ready to use this last resort to gamble, betting that the Four Saints Great Array would be able to kill Moro!

Thinking like this, he opened his mouth and was about to transmit the message to the Heavenly Master and Niangniang, but a toad suddenly jumped out.

"Quack!"

The toad jumped in front of Li Daoxuan and spat out people's words, which turned out to be the voice of an old beggar.

"Boy, you can't do that!"

The old beggar's voice was anxious.

"The Four Saints Great Array can't kill him, and sending him to Chang'an is a dead move!"

……

Luoyang City.

A slender and thin figure was struggling to carry a little monk on her back, and with every step she took, wisps of green smoke rose from her body, as if she was under torture by a blazing fire.

Even so, she still gritted her silver teeth, looked firmly on the back of the little monk, and walked forward step by step.

"Xuanzang...... Hold on to ......"

"I'll take you there...... Look at Lang Zhong ......"

Xiao Tang's every step at the moment is like ten thousand needles and bones, and it is still the kind that burns red.

The word 'Buddha' in Xuanzang's palm is getting hotter and hotter, and his heart is no longer bleeding, but the whole person is still dying and will die at any time.

When he fell from the air to the ground, Sugar dragged him with his body, slowing down the speed of the fall so that he didn't break his bones.

At this moment, Xuanzang's body is as hot as fire, and there is some kind of supernatural power, for ghosts, it is like a burning furnace, not to mention touching, even if it is close, it is like a man's back.

Xiao Tang carried him away for a long time.

Gradually, hot blood blisters appeared on Xiao Tang's originally fair skin, densely packed, constantly exploding, and that delicate and lovely face became unrecognizable, like a ghost.

She gradually lost her walk, her body getting lower and lower, and finally she even crawled on the ground with difficulty, her burnt nails covered in dirt.

I don't know how long she crawled, but her hand suddenly touched a strand of her robe.

Xiao Tang tried to raise her head, her pupils were almost blinded, and she could barely see a vague figure, as if she was sitting cross-legged.

"Save ...... Save Xuanzang ......"

"Take him...... Look at Lang Zhong ......"

Candy seemed to plead, but her voice was extremely hoarse, like swallowing charcoal, and her throat was almost burned.

The man sitting cross-legged with compassion in his eyes and said, "Amitabha, the old man knows. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Tang finally put her mind at ease, and let her obsession with holding on until now gradually dissipate, and her charred body slowly cracked, and then turned into ashes from head to toe.

"Little Sugar...... Little Sugar ......"

Xuanzang, who was in a coma, muttered Xiaotang's name.

She didn't speak, just made a bubble-spitting motion.

Although her father gave birth to her, she always wanted a boy to inherit the incense, and often sighed, and later she died of illness, and her father and mother just buried her in a mass grave, becoming a lonely ghost, feeding on rotten leaves and the corpses of mice.

In her short life, the happiest time was in the Daxingshan Temple in Chang'an.

At that time, she hid in the water tank every day and spit bubbles, listening to Xuanzang's chatter, thinking that this little monk was really verbose, and she really wanted to slap him unconscious.

But after getting along for a long time, she liked the little monk more and more.

He would carefully bandage his wounds, change himself with fresh spring water every day, wrap the best part of the meal in a white cloth and bring it to himself, and stand in front of her when everyone called her a monster.

No one has ever cared so much about her......

The ashes floated up, fluttered in the wind, circled and circled around Xuanzang, and finally disappeared.

"Amitabha!"

Hui Chan helped Xuanzang up with one arm, and suddenly found that two lines of tears flowed from the corners of the little monk's eyes.

He sighed softly, this little monk, as a disciple of Buddhism, should not have been in love with a female ghost, but in the face of such pure and beautiful emotions, who can say that they are wrong?

Suddenly, Hui Chan saw the word 'Buddha' in Xuanzang's palm, and his spirit was shocked, as if he was drunk as a stick, and his palms trembled a little.

"It's ...... A true Buddha! ”

(End of chapter)