The monk is standing between the fingers of the Buddha, his body is like the golden pill of the Buddha's fingers, he holds a golden Zen staff in his hand, the Zen staff is inlaid with gems, flashing dazzling light, and the whole body exudes a thousand rays of light.

The gold is swaying, which makes people feel awe.

The majesty and brilliant colors of this Buddha's martial soul true body are no worse than Long Yu's martial soul true body.

The aura it exudes is serene and reassuring, as if it can calm all strife and pain.

However, when a group of melon eaters saw this, they ran away, retreating and retreating, this level of war, it is not a joke, if you don't pay attention to it, they will become cannon fodder.

Long Yu looked at the monk's Buddha martial soul true body, and his heart was also shocked.

He felt the endless power emanating from the true body of the Buddha Martial Soul, this power made him feel small, but it also made him more determined to do so, and at the same time, it was true that his Heavenly Demon Martial Soul was trembling.

At this time, Long Yu looked into the distance, his eyes flashing with determination to pursue freedom.

It's not that he can't suppress the Heavenly Demon Martial Soul, but he just doesn't want to be bound by anything, including his own strength.

At this moment, Long Yu's figure appeared even taller in the lightning, and he seemed to have become the center of this world, and all eyes were focused on him.

The cultivators looked at him in amazement, and different emotions welled up in their hearts.

Some lamented his courage, others deplored his arrogance, but many more admired his steadfastness.

"The bitter sea is boundless, and you can think about it?" Master Wuzhen finally reminded:

"If you are obsessed, the old man should do the right thing for the heavens, let your soul fly away, and prevent future troubles."

Long Yu also had palpitations, but he had his arrogance and self-confidence, and he didn't need to be a monk to suppress the deterioration of the Demon Martial Soul.

He squinted his eyes and said in a cold voice (because he couldn't reveal the secret of his bloodline):

"Dead monk, didn't you say that the three tripods Adachi can be suppressed? I can find a way to awaken the power of the bloodline of the Divine Martial Soul, without your dog taking a mouse;"

"If we fight again, you and I will both lose and be injured, and innocent people will be killed. How can you hurt the innocent?"

Yes, Long Yu was scared for the first time, and he also relented and sued for peace.

However, Monk Wuzhen did not hesitate to reject Long Yu's proposal.

His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he had seen through Long Yu's heart:

"Good, good."

"It's not that the old man is unwilling to be merciful, it's just that you have become a demon, how can you forgive easily, and if it is not my Buddhism that can restrain the power of darkness, this battle is imperative."

Gojin's words echoed in the air, and every word was full of power.

His Buddha's light churned in the night sky, in stark contrast to the dragon feather.

The eyes of the two met in the air, as if two sharp swords collided in the air.

In Long Yu's mind, the remnant soul of the Heavenly Demon Emperor reverberated with the constant roar and encouragement, allowing Long Yu to release him:

"Hahaha...... Hongmeng Xiao'er is not afraid, release the emperor, I will compete with this bald donkey, let him pay the price for his wild words."

But Long Yu didn't dare to release the Heavenly Demon Emperor at all;

Because the remnant soul cultivation of the Demon Emperor is still in the realm of the Half Emperor;

Long Yu fully believed that "it" could defeat the monk, but once the remnant soul of the Heavenly Demon Emperor was released, he would lose control of the remnant soul;

On this day, the Demon Emperor will definitely make bloody waves and make life miserable, so he must not do it.

"Let me counsel with my lover."

Wu Zhen was silent and acquiesced.

The dragon feather dodged like a meteor arrow to the ground, and the earth suddenly shook, and the dust filled the sky.

Wan'er on the bed had already put on her clothes, and Long Yu entered the guards of the gossip mirror in an instant.

He was gentle, affectionate, and gently stroked Long Wan'er's cheek, and his heart suddenly stopped, and he didn't know where to say.

"Xiao Yu, no matter what choice you make, I won't blame you, as long as you are healthy and safe

I will be happy."

Wan'er is direct, straightforward, and supports him as a monk!

The words were very clear, and she had already calculated everything in her heart.

If Long Yu chooses to become a monk, then at least the dreams of Qi Yue, Nian Xiangmei, Zi Wei, Mei Baichun, Zhou Qingmei, Tan Yuning and other rivals will be shattered, and none of them will be able to get the man they want.

This result is the best of both worlds for Wan'er, not only protecting Long Yu from surviving, but also allowing other women to never get Long Yu. Look at the book

Although Wan'er couldn't get the dragon feather herself, she felt a balance in her heart.

At this moment, a faint smile appeared on Wan'er's face, and her eyes flashed with determination and determination.

Long Yu was stunned, dumbfounded, and speechless......

Wan'er gently, reluctantly, and gently stroked Long Yu's handsome cheeks, as if she wanted to keep the beauty of this moment in her heart forever.

Long Yu slowly tilted his head sideways and approached Wan'er Ruyu's face.

Kiss! A gentle kiss on her soft pink lips.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly turned murderous, and he said coldly:

"I can't win!"

With a hum, Long Yu raised his hand and grabbed Wan'er into his own sacred world to protect it, and Wan'er's delicate body disappeared in an instant.

At the same time, he waved his hand to put the Bagua Emperor Weapon in his hand, and suddenly stumbled on it, and with a bang, the attic of the inn, which was originally protected by the Bagua Mirror, was trampled on by him and collapsed. Look at the book

When the dust and wooden frames are flying in the sky—

With a sigh, his body was like a god, like a meteor wrapped in the light of a fiery flame, and went straight to the top of the nine heavens.

War!

Rumble!

The big war is on the verge again!

Between the dragon feathers, the Bagua Mirror Emperor flew up to the nine skies, humming with divine light, and suddenly imprisoned Master Wuzhen in the center of the big array.

"The Mystery of the Green Dragon"

Nine paragraphs!

Nine days of dragon chanting!

Long Yu held the Minghong Emperor Sword in his left hand and threw a punch with his right hand.

Roar!

A dragon roared and shook the sky.

Suddenly, a fire dragon appeared two thousand meters long, which not only used the highest martial arts of the Qinglong family, but also used its own immortal fire, the blessing of the Nine Nether Fires.

Seeing this, although the monk was bound and unable to move, he silently recited the mantra and the Buddha's name in his heart.

The Zen staff suddenly made a golden light, buzzing and trembling, and from it flew out the golden Sanskrit words of countless Buddhist scriptures, strings, enough to have thousands of strings of Buddhist scriptures, like a round ball of winding threads, surging and entwining around Wuzhen's body.

The fire dragon opened its bloody mouth, and in an instant, it bit and swallowed Wuzhen into its belly.

Bang!

In the next second, the fire dragon suddenly exploded, and the flames were blazing in the sky, but it couldn't escape out of the ten-mile radius covered by the gossip mirror.

However, the great power also caused the earth to shake like a great earthquake, and the fragments of the ruined houses were suddenly shaken away, and the sky was covered with large tree branches and boulders flying dust.

And Master Wuzhen was still intact, and the Buddhist scriptures around his body were shining with an indestructible golden light, and suddenly formed a string of snake-like writhing, heading straight for Long Yu to kill.