Song You smiled slightly and stopped his movements.

That Fang Lingyun also stopped moving.

Then he stood in place and let the yellow wind blow.

"Hoo ......"

There seem to be countless fine knives in the yellow wind, but wherever the wind passes, the pillars of the main hall have become powder, the bricks and tiles have also become powder, and even the stone bricks under the feet and the entire mountain are disintegrating, it can blow everything in the world into the tiniest dust, and it seems to have condensed the power of the long years, and used time to weather everything.

"Buzz!"

A spiritual light lit up, blocking the yellow wind.

Song You turned his head to look at the swallows in the sky in the distance, the horses that had retreated to the bottom of the mountain, and the little girl who was riding on the back of a tiger and holding a flag to command the demons to fight, and he also exhaled a breath of fresh air to fight against the yellow wind.

The two sides touch and eliminate each other.

The clear air and yellow wind are all dissipated.

There is only rain and fog left between heaven and earth.

“……”

The pot-bellied monk frowned, his eyes full of vigilance.

This is clearly not a close match.

After catching a glimpse of the water-walking spirit that was still placed on the colorful glass platform, the pot-bellied monk made up his mind, his heart sank, but his face was still full of smiles.

Then he took a deep breath, put his hands together, and suddenly the Buddha's light was magnificent, reflecting his solemn appearance and smiling.

"Whew!!"

The yellow wind between heaven and earth became even more wanton and noisy, and even added a touch of golden light to the wind.

This time, the yellow wind no longer eliminated all things, but muddied the heavens and the earth, and unconsciously, it had caused the world around him to change suddenly.

Song You only saw the Buddha light that illuminated half of the sky, and saw the fat Buddha statue with a smile on his face, and when the Buddha light disappeared and the face faded between heaven and earth, there was nothing around him - there was only a cloudy sky overhead, there was thunder and thunder, and the raindrops fell like white stars.

It was already high in the sky.

"Brush!"

In the next second, the Daoist began to fall.

The wind was whistling.

It's just that his posture and demeanor are not moving at all.

"Boom!"

Thunder and lightning swept by, and the falling rain gradually caught up with him, falling side by side with him, and then overtaken by him, and his cheeks quickly became cold and moist.

The rain and mist below are getting closer and closer in the eyes.

"Whew!"

The figure of the Taoist quickly passed through the rain and mist, and the eyes were only hazy for a while, as if they were covered by a semi-transparent light veil and immediately taken away, and when the eyes returned to clarity, the mountains and forests were already close in front of them.

The treetops, birds' nests, fallen leaves, and stagnant water are all getting closer and closer, and they are seeing more and more clearly.

The earth rushed towards me, and there was a special kind of fear.

The feeling of weightlessness also creates a wonderful sensory experience.

Taoists are naturally not afraid-

Mo said that since he met Yanzi in Anqing ten years ago, he often watched the world and played in the sky in this way, even if he didn't, he wouldn't change color because of this.

This is a spell.

Fear is true, fear is false.

Taoists are proficient in fighting.

Even he didn't resist with spells.

The earth was in front of you in the blink of an eye.

Song You even walked through the dense forest, felt the feeling of branches and leaves crossing his face, hit the cobwebs that had not yet been destroyed by the wind and rain, and saw clearly the depression directly below that had just merged into a pool, and the branches above and the dark clouds and thunder in the sky were reflected on the water surface that kept rippling, everything was the same as the real thing.

It even felt like this monster had really taken him to the sky in an instant, and was about to fall to his death.

"Plop!"

The Taoist "fell" into the pool in an instant.

“……”

Yet he did not fall into the pool or into the earth, but plunged through the pool, and in the water it was as if there was another sky, another deep cloudy sky, in which thunder snakes were constantly shining and entangled, and slashing at him upside down.

The Taoist still did not move, his demeanor did not change, as if he was standing in the air, falling upside down into the sky.

The gravitational force is reversed.

Falling into the sky and falling into the earth are two different kinds of fear.

The earth is hard, falling from a high altitude, mortals will be crushed to pieces, but its height is limited after all, people who have a way to do it may also have a way to keep themselves from falling to death, but the sky is more vast and bottomless than the earth, falling like this, it is like falling into a vast and bottomless abyss, you don't know how long you will fall, as if you will never reach the end.

At the same time, the sky beneath me and the earth above me began to spin.

It's like it's the Taoist who is spinning.

"Heh......"

The Taoist waved his hand.

The rotation stopped, and the figure stabilized again.

The dark clouds under his feet were getting closer and closer, and he saw not only the deep and rich clouds rolling in the wind, but even the starting point of the thunder and lightning, and the thunder slashed towards him.

"Boom!"

The face of the Taoist does not change.

"Hoo ......"

The Taoist pierced into the dark clouds.

The thick clouds obscured the light and vision, and it was impossible to open the eyes through the highly humid air, and the clothes and hair had long been soaked, and now they were full of water again.

But there is an end to the clouds.

"Brush!"

The Taoist passed through the dark clouds.

Above, instead of a blue sky, there was a large land.

There was still a violent wind in my ears.

The Taoist is still falling.

It's just that the earth seems to be erected, or the gravitational force changes direction again, and at this time the earth is on the left of the Taoist, the mountains and meadows are undulating, and the sky behind is the sky, and it has become a sunny day, and the blue sky covered with white clouds looks deeper and more terrifying than the dark clouds that shine with thunderstorms.

The Taoist fell parallel to the earth.

And his face did not change, his expression was calm, as if he was still standing on the top of the ruined mountain without moving, and even had the leisure to turn his head and look at the earth and mountains on his side.

I don't know where it is, the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

The Taoist hit the treetops on the top of the mountain, skimmed over the stream, brushed over the bamboo forest, passed the thatched house, smelled the aroma of food from between the curling smoke, and was a spring in front of him, and inadvertently stained with a few touches of powder incense through the peach blossom bushes, until there was a high mountain on the earth, protruding from the earth, and the Taoist ran straight into the side of the mountain.

It was dark in front of me, and it was an infinite deep night sky.

Falling, falling constantly.

It seems that this will never stop, and a lifetime will be spent in such a strange and constant fall, tasting the wind and weightlessness, and unable to get out.

"Is this the magic here?"

Song You smiled and muttered to himself, holding a bamboo cane a little.

At this time, he was falling into the white clouds like cotton, and the bamboo cane was raised a little, which should be pointed in the void, but the dazzling spiritual light on the bamboo cane seemed to fall into reality.

"The air is clear and the scenery is bright, and everything is revealed!"

Clear spiritual power, clear all nothingness.

A hole was poked in this world at once, and everything in the world turned into light, shrinking and fading rapidly, and disappearing in an instant.

The Taoist was still on top of the ruins on the top of the mountain, still standing straight, not only did not fall to the ground, but he never even moved, looking at the pot-bellied monk in front of him in the rain.

The pot-bellied monk was shocked.

"How did you get out?"

"There is an extraordinary heart down there." The Taoist replied casually, observing the movements of the pot-bellied monk.

If it is an ordinary monster or monk, who does not have a firm heart, does not have enough experience in fighting techniques, and does not have a pair of sharp eyes to see through the flaws of the spell, after being pulled into that "illusion world", he should be smashed to pieces for the first time when he falls. But this is obviously not feasible for those who have enough practice.

This monster should want to trap him there, trapped in endless falls, it is better to grind him to death slowly, it doesn't matter if he can't grind to death, so he will be trapped there forever, and fall forever.

But soon found that he might not be able to trap him, so he wanted to take away Lingyun and avoid its edge for the time being, but he found that this Lingyun couldn't be taken anyway, and he was reluctant to Lingyun and reluctant to leave, so he was ready to take this opportunity to kill him, and the aura of the protective body had been lost, and in the end, what he didn't expect was that he got out so quickly.

At this time, the pot-bellied monk was holding a high-necked vial that seemed to be made of ice crystals, and quickly retreated, pulling away from him.

The huge fat body, which is quite fast, retreats in the wind, and the fat all over it is trembling in the wind.

The Taoist stepped out with a cane and caught up with him.

But he saw the big-bellied monk retreating, and in the blink of an eye, he went from one mountain to another, and pointed the mouth of the bottle at him, and the Buddha light lingered all over his body, and he recited an incomprehensible incantation in his mouth.

"Tianshan Shenbing, lend me cold!"

"Hoo ......"

A burst of cold air suddenly gushed out from the mouth of the bottle, and the spiritual rhyme in it made people feel frightened, and even made people think of the flames in the west of Shazhou, the Yanyang Zhenjun Flame Pass.

Song You stopped in an instant, raised his head and pushed his hand.

"Boom!"

A real fire suddenly poured out of his hand.

The real fire and the cold collided, the ice and fire did not blend, and they did not eliminate each other for a while, nor did they merge with each other, but suddenly swept away the earth-shattering spiritual rhyme, sweeping away the dark clouds and thunderstorms of the sky and the earth.

However, the cold air in the bottle is the same as the flame in the flame mountain pass, which has been cultivated for an unknown number of years, and it surged out, and the Daoist fire method is not as good as the Yanyang Zhenjun, and now he is in a hurry to prepare for the battle, and the two sides intersect, just the blink of an eye, the kung fu flame fell into the downwind, and was quickly wrapped and eroded by the cold.

"Hoo ......"

The real fire quickly dissipated, but the cold was still raging.

There is no suspense in this confrontation between ice and fire.

The Taoist only had time to say "It turned out to be this thing" in his heart, and the cold air had already arrived in front of him.

It's really shocking.

"Click!"

The cold ice instantly covered the Daoist.

Not only the Taoists, but the entire mountain was covered in ice.

At a glance, you can see that this is not a natural thing in the season of heaven and earth, because what covers the entire mountain is not snow, but a thick layer of divine ice, which is cold and biting.

However, the big-bellied monk was still standing in the sky, holding an ice bottle, aiming the mouth of the bottle downward, pouring out a steady stream of divine ice and cold air, as if to turn the whole mountain into a glacier, the cold air overflowed, and even the mountain next to it was gradually covered with frost and wrapped in a thick layer of ice.

Until the mouth of the bottle can no longer exhale the cold.

“……”

The pot-bellied monk shook the bottle, and when he looked at it, the Taoist below had turned into an ice sculpture and couldn't move, so he shook his head, breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled.

"What if you can go through the sky, I have hundreds of millions of years of divine ice to borrow, and the gods and Buddhas will become ice statues when they come."

Turning around and about to leave, a voice came from beside him.

"Where does this chill come from?"

“！”

The big-bellied monk was startled and turned his head instantly.

I saw a Taoist standing next to him, holding a bamboo cane, standing in the wind, staring at himself calmly.

Look down again –

The mountains are still the same, the ice is still the same, and the ice carving people are still the same.

At the same time, the Taoist who was standing in the wind stretched out his hand a little and lit out a little light, revealing the most masculine and rigid spiritual rhyme, like a small sun, falling into the ground and mountains, causing the ice to melt quickly.

As soon as the ice sculpture melted, the Taoist inside disappeared without a trace.

The big-bellied monk was shocked, and then looked at the crystal bottle that was already empty in front of him, and without hesitation, it instantly turned into a yellow wind and flew into the distance, with an astonishing speed.

"Wow!"

A swallow swept overhead, leaving behind a feather.

If you look closely, it's not a feather, but a snow-white fan about the size of a feather.

"Just in time."

The Taoist stretched out his hand to hold it, and the fan fell into his hand, and it immediately turned into a normal size.

I have treasures, and I have them.

As he held the fan, he only pointed one in that direction.

“……”

Silently, the yellow wind in the distance suddenly fell to the ground.

Only then was the Taoist able to catch up.

"Boom!"

Thunder fell from the sky, with the power of the heavens.

The big-bellied monk was still wearing a golden monk's robe, and he was obese, but the monk's robe seemed to have been burned, and there was no smile on his face, only he looked panicked, looking at the Taoist in front of him.

"Might you spare me?"

There was a bit of a Western accent in his words.

"I can't."

The Taoist tone was calm and crisp.

"Kill faster!"

"It's crisp and admirable." Song You said, raised his hand and made a move, and the high-necked crystal vial that fell in the mountains in the distance flew over and fell into his hand, in which the spirit rhyme was still there, "But I still want to ask the next sentence, where did the cold spirit rhyme come from?" ”

“……”

The pot-bellied monk only looked at him, his eyes flickering.

Just when Song You thought he was going to say, "If you spare me, I'll tell you", he only heard him grit his teeth and say: "You show that treasure to the deity again, and the deity will tell you!" ”

"Yes, let's talk about it first."

"Show me first."

“……”

Song You beckoned into the distance again.

As soon as the water flashed between heaven and earth, Lingyun reached his hands.

"Let's talk first."

If a person with normal thinking sees this scene, even if the monster with relatively normal thinking sees this scene, he will immediately think that the so-called water spirit rhyme is just a trick used by the Taoist to catch him, but at this time, the big-bellied monk only has the spiritual rhyme in the Taoist hand, as if it has been filled with it, and muttered:

"Nine hundred miles southeast of Yucheng, there is Tianshan Mountain behind the Tianshan Mountain, towering into the clouds, there is a sacred lake glacier in the mountain, containing hundreds of millions of years of cold and spiritual charm, few people can go there."

"Thank you."

"Baby! Give me baby! ”

Song You looked at him for a long time and threw it away.

Lingyun suddenly floated towards the pot-bellied monk.

The monk's eyes suddenly became eager, and there was only this Lingyun in his eyes, his expression was amazed, and he kept muttering in his mouth, not knowing what he was saying.

"Boom!"

A blazing flame appeared and enveloped him.

And until he was burned to ashes, he didn't take his eyes off Lingyun, let alone cry out in pain.

It can be seen that greed has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and there is no cure.

(End of chapter)