"Good, good!"

After seeing the big red flower in his hand, he silently recited a scripture, and then saw that the red flower took root and blossomed.

In the end, the melon is ripe and falls.

The fruit that fell to the ground exploded, and in the broken husk, an old Taoist priest wearing a big red robe with kind eyebrows held a whisk in his hand and sang out:

"It's Confucianism, Taoism, it's Zen, it's all energy, all god, all compassion."

"The three religions are one and the most solemn body is in the palm of the hand."

The opening was so magnificent, Chu Luren's expression became more solemn, staring at the red-robed old Taoist priest in front of him, and began to speculate on the identity of the other party in his heart.

He had seen the True Sage of Wishing Fulfillment, but the empress told him afterwards that it was only a part of the True Saint of Wish, called "Po Sa", and in fact there was another side of the True Sage of Wish. And he hasn't seen the red-robed old Taoist priest in front of him, so this is the "relic" on the other side?

In any case, the strength of the other side should not be underestimated.

Chu Luren could sense that the strength of this red-robed old Taoist had surpassed that of the Xuandu Archmage, and even faintly surpassed the burning lamp on the other side.

"I've seen my seniors."

Chu Luren saluted first and then soldiers, and took the initiative to salute.

"Haha."

The red-robed old Taoist priest smiled when he saw this, and then shook off the dust: "The old Taoist name is 'Mandala', if you have the heart, just call me an ancestor." ”

After speaking, the old Taoist priest, who called himself the Mandala Patriarch, looked at Chu Luren's side again, which looked empty at first glance, but if he looked at it with the eyes of the Dharma, he would see a hairy-faced Lei Gongzui Taoist priest who seemed to be a real mandala, scratching his ears and cheeks there, as if he was in a hurry.

"Interesting."

The Mandala Patriarch pinched his fingers, and then smiled at Chu Luren: "Fellow Daoist, Poor Dao just calculated, you have a relationship with Poor Dao." ”

"Fate with you?"

The corners of Chu Luren's eyes twitched slightly, this is also a legacy of the history of the Pure Sect, and when he sees good things, he has a relationship with him, obviously because he wants to be embarrassed.

"Don't believe it."

Seeing Chu Luren's sneering attitude, the Mandala Patriarch even explained seriously: "The relationship between the poor Tao and the Buddha is irreversible, Bodhidharma is the disciple of the Bosha, and the rounding is my disciple, and the female Bodhisattva Qin Wanran is the disciple of Bodhidharma, and the rounding is my disciple." ”

"You and Qin Wanran have been together for a hundred years."

"Then rounding up, you are also my apprentice." After the Mandala Patriarch finished speaking, he smiled and said, "You say, is this fate?" ”

Chu Luren: "."

Sounds so reasonable.

"Master!" Chu Luren stepped forward with tears in his eyes.

"Huh~~" The Mandala Patriarch responded with his arms open.

"Boom!"

In the next second, Chu Luren's iron fist smashed straight into the head of the Mandala Patriarch, causing ripples where the fist passed, setting off layers of rolling air waves.

However, the mandala patriarch's movements were not slow at all, and almost at the same time, he shook off the dust and rolled in the direction of Chu Luren, and the two collided hard in the air. In the end, the dust exploded and turned into a flying feather that shattered into the sky, and Chu Luren was forced to stop moving forward.

"Shameless old thief, actually plotting against me!"

"A rake? It's clear that you made the first move and attacked an old man like me. ”

"Phew!"

While reprimanding each other, the Mandala Patriarch and Chu Luren did not move slowly at all, and they had actually attacked thousands of times in one fight.

It's just that the more times he attacks, the heavier Chu Luren's heart becomes.

Because the other party is too strong.

"Zheng!"

I saw that the Mandala Patriarch pointed and slashed, and thousands of sword qi rose from the ground, and as soon as his mind moved, the aura of heaven and earth within a radius of tens of thousands of miles echoed.

And all Chu Luren can do is to drive the heart sword with all his strength, and then perform the "Ding Instrument Song" to turn the heaven and earth within 30,000 miles into a three-foot sword encirclement, so as to protect his body.

For a while, the aura of heaven and earth was wisps, turning into tens of thousands of sword lights and flowing down, pervasive, as if the sky had collapsed, directly submerging Chu Luren's figure. However, after a while, the sword light exploded layer by layer, but he saw that Chu Luren was three feet around, as if he was isolated from the world, and he was not damaged.

"Boom!"

The mandala patriarch did not pause, shook his body, and the golden light suddenly appeared, revealing a Dharma body, with twenty-four songs, eighteen hands, each holding a Dharma instrument.

Then eighteen hands shook in unison.

Countless magic weapons were smashed one after another.

In an instant, countless fist shadows once again submerged Chu Luren, and the waves of qi set off by the fist were like throwing stones into the lake, stirring up transparent ripples.

However, unlike the ripples of the lake, this "ripple" has a very strong destructive power, and every time it spreads, it is like a black hole devouring the surrounding heaven and earth aura, sand and stone debris, gathering them and then detonating again, and then turning into new ripples and spreading.

The cycle repeats itself, as if there is no end.

Randeng, who was watching the battle not far away, saw this scene, and could only barely maintain himself unaffected. And he knows very well that there is only one result if this continues:

"The cycle goes on and on, and the cycle doesn't stop."

"We are born."

"They're dead!"

In the next second, a round of applause broke the thunderbolt fist that the Mandala Patriarch set off, crisp and bright, and even suppressed all the sounds in turn.

Subsequently, the shadow of the Mandala Patriarch's fist in the sky broke in response.

"Punishment!"

Chu Luren swung the sword in his hand forward, as if he had severed a connection in the underworld, and the aura of heaven and earth that was originally turbulent and rolling in the air fell instantly.

It's like the tide rises and falls.

As soon as the aura of heaven and earth declined, the Dharma Body of the Mandala Patriarch also declined, so he had to choose to withdraw and retreat, and distanced himself from Chu Luren.

"It's amazing that I can still remain undefeated after being attacked so onssarily."

"And that move just now, is it the Immortal Sword Qi?"

I saw that the Mandala Patriarch looked solemnly at the heart sword in Chu Luren's hand, and on the sword pill, the word [Xu] suddenly appeared.

"Only half."

Chu Luren shook his head: "The ancestor is here, the juniors naturally have to go all out, just warmed up, and then the juniors will give up their lives." ”

"Godfather?" Hearing this, the Mandala Patriarch was stunned and looked around: "Which Patriarch?" ”

Chu Luren: "."

"You're not?" Chu Luren lowered his heart sword and held a light, and his expression began to distort.

"Of course not." Hearing this, the Mandala Patriarch shook his head and said, "If I am the Sect Ancestor, can you still have a life?" It has long been suppressed by my backhand. ”

"You said you had a close relationship with the Sage."

"Yes, I'm his incarnation."

“.”

Not a godfather?

I thought it was the godfather who came to me personally, for fear of being caught by someone if he showed his flaws, so he has been passively fighting back for the sake of safety, but you said you are not the godfather?

It's not the ancestor that you pretend to be Nima!

Thinking of this, Chu Luren's emotions were fierce and turbulent, but it was a blessing to his soul, and the sword in the center of his hand slashed his body with light, directly slashing his heart, and slashing a spiritual light.

After the aura landed, it turned into a red-haired and blue-faced villain.

The "idiot" of the three poisons.

What is "idiot"?

Ignorance of reason, indistinguishability between right and wrong, ignorance and ignorance, is "foolishness".

Isn't it foolish to think that he first underestimated his own strength, then overestimated the strength of his opponent, and was frightened by pretending to be a criminal.

It took me a long time to get serious, but you made me lose so completely

"Grass!"

After Chu Luren scolded angrily, he seemed to vomit all the evil qi in his chest, and he only felt refreshed for a while, as if a mirror was hanging high in his heart.

Clean, natural, and clear.

This is called "enlightenment".

In the next second, Hanguang, the heart sword that had just cut off the last poison, reversed the blade of the sword, and aimed at the Mandala Patriarch not far away, and turned around gracefully.

"Huh~!"

There is no light in the sky, and there is no sword shadow.

"Plop."

In this way, the head of the Mandala Patriarch left his neck and fell to the ground.

(End of chapter)