Feeling the other party's soaring skill, the move to break his own firelight, the awe-inspiring momentum of righteousness, and the aura of the five realms hidden in the shadows, Yuan Qing sneered slightly, "Who else, come out together and let me take a look!" ”

"Amitabha! Good, good, good! With the sound of a Buddha horn, five figures appeared around the ice sedan chair, and after the combat power, it was like a Bodhisattva statue, as if it was moving, and the breath melted into the heaven and earth, sealing all the roads that Yuan Qingwei could escape.

Across the ice sedan chair, Yuan Qingwei saw that standing in front of him on his left was a monk holding a Zen staff, burly and mighty, looking forty or fifty years old, but with white eyebrows.

The bearded eyebrows on the right front are all black, but the skin is loose and full of wrinkles, only the eyes are kind, and there is no cloudiness at all.

There is a person in the left rear, with a thin figure, wearing a tattered monk's robe, half leaning on a green bamboo cane, his eyes are half closed, as if he is sleeping but not sleeping, so comfortable.

Behind the right is a short and fat figure, with bare breasts and breasts, with a big belly, like a Maitreya Buddha, the chubby face is missing and maintains a smiling appearance, but the breath up and down the body does not see the slightest joy, but a kind of compassion.

Finally, the head of the five, the one standing in front of him looked like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but there was an air of dead silence like rotten wood all over his body.

"You guys are the ones who dare to betray me? The Great Wisdom of the Eagle Temple, the difficulty of the Qixia Temple, the heart of the Lianhua Temple, the truth of Donglin City, and the withering glory of the Miyin Temple. Coupled with the dozens of little guys hidden behind, more than seventy percent of the strength of your Buddhism is gathered here, if all of them are destroyed here, your Buddhism will almost be considered useless! ”

Yuan Qingwei's voice came from the ice sedan chair, full of disdain.

"Amitabha! The predecessors cultivated to the heavens and the earth, and we are naturally not opponents, but under the big Buddha, there is a big demon suppressed in the underground palace, and the predecessors entered it, trying to kill the guardian beast Bai Qilin, and it will inevitably flow endless poison in the future. Now, it's not too late to make amends. ”

Like a young man, Ku Rong spoke, but his voice was like that of an eighty or ninety-year-old man, and his words also made Yuan Qing slightly stunned for a while.

"The Great Demon?" Repeating softly, Yuan Qingwei reacted, and what the other party said should be the dragon vein left by Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor.

This dragon vein represents the will of heaven and earth in the past, and it is indeed an infinitely poisonous scourge for people now.

But Yuan Qingwei still felt a little ridiculous, the son of destiny who fought for heaven and earth in the past has now become a cancer in the world, Yuan Qingwei suppressed the resentment in his heart and said, "Do you really know what is enshrined in the underground palace below?" ”

Ku Rong was stunned for a moment, and Yuan Qing sneered slightly, "Sure enough, you don't know anything." ”

When the words fell, Yuan Qingwei did not hesitate to do it directly.

A flash of fire flashed, and he suddenly appeared beside Ku Rong, although the other party was the strongest of the five, but for Yuan Qingwei, the gap between the five people was not big.

So he didn't have much choice, he raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, and the strong qi condensed at his fingertips, and the Dao Dao flame turned into a blazing sword qi, stabbing at the eyebrows of the Kurong Zen Master at the front.

The strength of the Qi was cold, sneering, Ku Rong's complexion changed slightly, his hands were placed in front of him, and he gently pushed out, and the thick qi turned into a three-foot wall of qi in front of him, and at the same time, the Dahui Zen Master who was holding the Zen staff in his hand also shook the Zen staff in his hand, and his body was churning up, and the authentic Xuangong of Buddhism was running to the extreme, and the volley slashed at Yuan Qingwei's finger, interrupting the sword qi in mid-air.

At the same time, the true monk like Maitreya, the heart of the heart holding the bamboo cane, and the difficulty of loose skin also started at the same time, cooperating with Kurong and Dahui to form a huge formation, trapping Yuan Qingwei in it.

Yuan Qingwei, who was in the center, felt that the breath of the five people on the opposite side was almost integrated, and at the same time, the breath of dozens of Buddhist warriors hidden in the dark was also reflected by the five people, and the power of nearly a thousand years was condensed here, with the change of the footsteps of the five old monks, Yuan Qingwei was entangled to death.

The surrounding space also had a strange sense of floating, and Yuan Qingwei, who was in it, felt that his own power consumption rate was intensifying at home. No! It can't be said to be devouring, but the surrounding space has become very weird, as if there is nothing, which makes Yuan Qingwei's power quickly spread.

This is a natural change of water flowing to a low place, which contains the extremely profound theory of color and emptiness in Buddhism, which is a little more clever and difficult than Yuan Qingwei's ingestion of the turtle in the underground palace.

"Space?" Yuan Qing sneered slightly, and then said in a heavenly tone, "Heaven and earth are said to be in all directions, and the universe is said to be in ancient times, and I am the honor of Haotian, and the vast universe is also in my palm, since you want to use Yudao to compete with me?" Amusing! ”

After speaking, the authority of the Yu Dao and the authority of the direction operated at the same time, although several old monks had been practicing Zen for decades, and their spiritual sense was also quite keen, but they were still much worse than the Xuan Turtle, and they stepped on the wrong direction.

The formation that had just been formed was shattered in an instant, and Yuan Qingwei made a mistake in his steps, and raised his hand to press it against the Heavenly Spirit.

It seems that the oldest is difficult, but he is the youngest of the five, just because of the special exercises he practices, and he looks very old.

At this time, in the face of Yuan Qing's slightly falling killing move, the Buddhist Gate Xuangong operated to the extreme, and the right palm completely turned golden, like gold casting, and slapped out lightly, faintly, there seemed to be a Sanskrit sound in the void.

Yuan Qing sneered slightly, and with his palm, the power of the Three Flames Streamer Clock flowed out through the palm, and Du Yan's face turned pale, and the golden palm suddenly exuded a faint smell of flesh, and then dried up in an instant, like a dried corpse after water evaporation.

Seeing this, the bamboo cane shook lightly and struck him on the shoulder, cutting off his entire arm and saving his life.

"Amitabha!" Ku Rong proclaimed the Buddha's name, stretched out his hand a little, and a thick sword qi broke through the air, and shot straight towards Yuan Qing's eyebrows with the true intention of the Buddha.

It's also strange to say, this sword qi is actually not sharp, it is obviously strong and vigorous like a hammer slamming, but it gives people the feeling that this is a sword qi, not a strong qi.

In the face of such an attack, Yuan Qingwei flicked his long sleeves, flames appeared, and the golden wisp clothes were hidden in it, and after shattering it, it turned into thousands of qi and threw it at Kurong.

"Give it back to you!"

When the words fell, Yuan Qingwei avoided the bamboo cane and the real finger again, and his steps changed, and before the opponent's formation was formed again, he came to Zhen's side, stretched out his hand and pressed it against his heavenly spirit.

Seeing that he was really about to die in the hands of Yuan Qingwei, he showed the profound Zen skills of Buddhism, he was not afraid of danger, calmly responded, and the power of Buddhism sprayed out along the pores, forming a huge and incomparable air cover outside the body.

A faint golden light emerged, as thick and serene as a thousand-year-old bronze bell, on the palm of Shangyuan Qingwei.

"Poof!" The bronze bell shattered in the flames, and Zhen opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of blood, and then retreated sharply, coming to Kurong and the others.