Choosing the main hall of the South Gate as the battlefield was Ning Que's deliberate choice.

The battle between cultivators was too loud to take place between the streets, and he didn't want too many people to see his move, so he needed to choose a confined space, and that space needed to be large enough, because only in this way could the practitioners of different methods feel fair.

The main hall of the South Gate Taoist Temple is very large, the black beam on the top seems to be a line in the sky, the space is so wide that it can be completely loaded into the whole thousand-year-old tree, can be loaded into more than a dozen rockeries, but at this time there are no tall trees in the hall, there are no rockeries, and there are not even tables and chairs, only the pillars on the side of the beams at a very high place, which appear to be particularly empty.

The emerald black planks on the floor seemed to have no edges.

Ning Que and Guanhai sat cross-legged on the straw mats at both ends of the jet-black floor, facing each other from afar.

The two nodded in exchange of greetings.

Ning Que said: "I have no swords or arrows, only a talisman, and today's battle will be answered with a talisman." ”

The monk said: "I have a Buddhist handprint and a Buddha to protect my body. ”

The hall was too empty, and the voices of the two of them echoed and hummed above the dark floor.

Guanhai monk said: "Mr. Thirteen knows that my respect for the academy is true, and my admiration for Mr. is also true, but I only want to win today's battle, because I regard my teacher as a Buddha, but my master regards my master as a Buddha. ”

Ning Que looked at the monk in the distance and said, "If you want to defeat me, please make a move." ”

Guanhai monk said: "It is no longer appropriate for Buddhist disciples to act in vain, how can they strike first?"

Ning Que was silent for a moment and then said, "If I make the first move, you won't have a chance to make a move."

The monk raised his right palm in front of him, smiling silently.

Ning Que didn't know that this monk's gesture was the solemn statue of the Buddhist Protector Ming King, but he could clearly feel that a very pure Buddhist atmosphere suddenly appeared in the clear Taoist hall, and the silence and indifference made people feel indisputable.

However, since it is a battle, where is the indisputable reason?

Ning Que held his knee with his left hand, his right hand was slowly raised, and a piece of yellowish rune paper slowly floated out with a slight flick of his fingertips, the doors and windows had long been closed, and there was no slightest breeze in the hall, but for some reason, that piece of rune paper seemed to be able to borrow wind out of thin air, and it was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, fluttering through the entire hall, and falling towards the sea view monk.

When the piece of rune paper floated into the two feet in front of the Guanhai monk, the index finger of the right palm of the Guanhai monk in front of him suddenly bent, and with this action, he approached the perfection of the statue of the Guardian Ming Wang, and the breath around his body suddenly became several times.

In front of this majestic Buddhist aura, the fluttering yellowish rune paper looked so weak, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, but as soon as the two met, the rune paper instantly burned fiercely, and in a very short period of time, it exploded into a huge ball of fire, enveloping the body of the sea monk!

In the face of such a fierce Fu Huo Guan Hai Monk, his expression remained unchanged, and he even slowly closed his eyes, and the middle finger of his right palm erected on his chest was bent again, and the statue of the Protector Ming Wang had a quiet and soft meaning, and the breath of heaven and earth in the hall was gently touched by this tranquility and fell gently outside his body to form a barrier.

The flames enveloped the body of the sea viewing monk, scorching the extremely high heaven and earth vitality barrier, making a strange crackling sound, as if the dry wood was burned, and it was like a kettle being boiled dry, but between the fluttering flames, you can clearly see that the sea viewing monk's eyebrows and eyes are quiet, and the invisible barrier is still stable, and it has not been affected at all.

The talisman is not sustainable.

When the rune paper on the talisman dissipated in the air, the flames shrouded in the body of the monk gradually extinguished, the invisible barrier reflected the last residual fire, brilliant, like a beautiful glass cover, at this time the monk opened his eyes in the cover, looking at Ning Que on the straw mat opposite the hall, his eyes were calm and firm.

Next, it seems that it should be the turn of this Buddhist powerhouse to fight back. But Ning Que said that if he made a move first, the sea monk would never have a chance to make a move, and he did exactly that

Just when the rune fire burned the invisible heaven and earth vitality barrier around the Guanhai monk, the second rune paper had quietly floated out of his sleeve, sticking to the black matte floor and floating towards the Guanhai monk.

Torrential rain fell from the sky.

However, now it is in the Taoist hall, and the temple has a roof, where does it come from?

The torrential rain was generated from the air about three feet high in the temple, and then fell with a roar.

The picture looks extremely weird.

The statue of the Ming King, the guardian of the sea monk, can condense the vitality of heaven and earth as the armor of the Ming King, cultivate to the depths of the essence, and can isolate the invisible and intangible power in the world, such as mental power such as Fu Huo, but this pouring rain falling from the mid-air of the Taoist Hall is a real thing, and the invisible barrier cannot be stopped at all, and it is drenched from head to toe.

The slightly cold rain flowed down Shan Bo's monk's robe, and also crisscrossed the slightly dark cheeks of the monk Guanhai, he looked at Ning Que on the straw mat in the distance, and there was a very strong puzzle in his heart, why is this second talisman a water talisman?

The previous fierce rune fire made him confirm that Ning Que's attainments in the rune path were really profound, if it wasn't for the fact that he had already cultivated to resemble the image of the heavens, he was afraid that he would suffer a big loss just by taking a face, but water is the softest and weakest thing in the world, if you want to break the enemy with the water rune alone, you must cultivate to the realm of the rune master, in order to accumulate ten thousand waters in the world to be the strongest and strongest, but Ning Que is obviously still very far away from the rune master.

The rain flowed on the face of the monk who watched the sea, washing away his incomprehension and doubts.

The rain seemed majestic, but it didn't actually do him any harm, and he decided not to think about these questions anymore, and the middle finger of his right palm, which was erected in front of him, suddenly popped out, and a drop of rain slipped from his eyes with a flick of his fingertips.

In fact, the fingers of the sea monk did not really touch the raindrop, but his meaning touched the raindrop, and then the raindrop understood what he meant, and snorted through the space in the hall and attacked Ning Que's door, as fast as a feather arrow!

Ning Que didn't seem to see this raindrop, didn't make any dodging moves, just lowered his head.

Through the waterfall-like rain curtain in front of him, the monk of the sea view could vaguely see that the raindrops had sunk into Ning Que's hair, and couldn't help but look slightly awkward, secretly thinking that if Rang really hurt the other party, how should the Rotten Ke Temple explain to the academy?

However, unexpectedly, the raindrop didn't seem to have any effect on Ning Que, he just lowered his head quietly.

And the third rune paper he cast had already floated in front of the sea viewing monk, and just when the rainstorm that fell in the middle of the Dao hall gradually stopped, all the runes were suddenly released, and the pure aura condensed on the rune paper seeped into every drop of water.

The rainstorm stopped suddenly, but the rain was still flowing on the body of the monk who watched the sea, on the black and matte floor, with the infiltration of the symbol, the rain quickly froze at a speed visible to the naked eye, the water flowing on the floor turned into a miniature glacier, and the rain flowing above the head of the monk turned into a miniature icefall!

A strong chill enveloped the empty Dao Hall.

The rain in the monk's robe, the rain on his face all condensed into ice, his eyelashes turned into ice edges under the eaves of winter, and his whole body was covered with a layer of transparent ice armor, as if it was an ice sculpture of Buddha.

The water between this ice statue of Buddha and the jet-black floor has also frozen, and those who have lived in the cold winter know that freezing like this is even stronger than asphalt adhesion, and the whole person of the sea monk is frozen in the ice, unable to exert his strength, and he can't get rid of this predicament in a short time, and it seems that he can only wait to be easily defeated by Ning Que.

However, although the Guanhai monk is not famous, he is after all a closed disciple of the reclusive chalk elder of the Rotten Ke Temple, and his Buddhist cultivation is even higher than the seven sons of the Buddha Sect, where can these Fu Bing defeat?

The monk was frozen by the ice, his body could not move but his heart could move, his lips could not move but he could move, and he could only hear a voice full of compassion, which sounded from his chest and abdomen, which was difficult to understand but had a great sense of solemnity.

Verde!

As the Buddha resounded through the empty Taoist hall, the eyelashes of the monk who watched the sea trembled slightly, and the ice and snow condensed on it fell in a row, and the ice armor on the monk's robe broke inch by inch, especially before the monk's sleeves, the ice and snow melted away, and his hands were finally free.

Monks worship the Buddha with their hands, so the most important thing in Buddhist exercises is also hands.

The sea view monk's hands were free, and without hesitation, his palms were closed, and the two Ming King seals were printed on the left and right, and a majestic vajra intent suddenly erupted from his body, easily shaking all the Fu Ice around him into pieces.

Tens of thousands of grains of crushed ice are suspended around the sea viewing monks.

The last twilight outside the hall leaked in through the cracks in the window, and was refracted by the reflection of tens of thousands of grains of broken ice, and suddenly turned into countless golden rays.

At this moment, Ning Que raised his head, quietly looked at the sea viewing monk in the Buddha's light, and his left hand, which had been holding on to his knees, suddenly tightened, crushing the rune paper that had been secretly held for a long time.

Ning Que gave him the tricks left by Master Yan Se on the shore of Daming Lake, and after observing the characters, he felt something, and realized the first dynamic talisman in his monastic career on the journey back to Chang'an.

That's the hash character that is being cast now!

This prose character did not float in front of the Guanhai monk, because it was a moving talisman, Ning Que could not use the method realized today in Guandong Lake on the side of Yanming Mountain, and the talisman was far away, and it seemed a little weak.

The sea viewing monk in the golden light frowned slightly, because he also felt the weakness of this rune.

The target of Ning Que's casting of this prose character was not him, but the tens of thousands of grains of broken ice that shrouded around him.

The loose character symbol fell, and the tiny pieces became even tinier.

Even finer than ice particles are dust.

Ice is water.

The tip of the water is a cloud, or a fog.

Countless clouds and mist filled the Dao Hall, as if this world had suddenly come to a sea of clouds in the sky, obscuring all sight and even disturbing all the breath of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the clouds suddenly fluctuated.

The clouds and mist dispersed slightly, revealing Ning Que's figure.

His figure has come to the front of the sea monk.

It's just a stone's throw away.

(There are thirty minutes left, this is the third chapter, or that sentence, I can't repay it, so I have to write another chapter, at least finish this battle tonight, but maybe later, thank you.) (To be continued)