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Due to the matter of the exotic evil god, Chang Jin guessed a little more about the divine seal in his muddy palace, which was likely to be an ancient treasure and was precious.

Of course, he understood the truth that Pifu was innocent and guilty, but Chang Jin also did not answer the other party's question, pressed the sword in his hand, and asked rhetorically: "Poor Dao is just passing by this city, and he has not offended Wu Lingbo, let alone your Shi family monks. Why did you have a murderous intent? Can you give a reason?" Since the other party identified him as a Taoist, Chang Jin didn't want to argue, so he simply commensurate him with a poor Tao, which saved a lot of trouble.

Until now, he was still depressed, and he didn't know why he had caused trouble.

"Hmph, what other reason do you want as a Daoist? Hundreds of years ago, in the dispute over the Daoist Dao, your Taoist Academy was despicable and shameless, using secular power to destroy temples, kill monks, and destroy our Taoist system. Now that you are trapped in the magic circle, what reason do you want, it's ridiculous" The idol projection paused, and said again, "If you are willing to take refuge in Shakti, I will spare your life, otherwise, the poor monk will save you."

Listening to the other party mention the old incident of the demise of the Shi family hundreds of years ago, Chang Jin knew that there was no possibility of easing the situation today. Immediately stood up with his sword and said: "Since this is the case, then there is nothing to say." I would like to learn what is so special about the Phalanx of the Buddha. ”

"Okay, poor monk, this will meet your requirements" The idol smiled slightly, and then it was completely blocked by the clouds, hiding its tracks.

Chang Jin only felt that the scenery in front of him changed, and all sides were surrounded by thousands of colorful points of light, like Zhou Tian's stars, and the stars were suspended in the void.

"Illusions?" he let go of his senses and stretched out towards the points of light.

As soon as his divine consciousness was attached to the point of light, Chang Jin immediately sensed that something was wrong. This point of light is like viscose, with a strong attraction force, and as soon as the divine consciousness gets close, it is wrapped around it. When he took back his divine sense, those points of light were actually integrated into it, and he couldn't get rid of it at all.

"Is this the Dharma of the Buddha?" Chang Jin had read many of the Buddha's classics before, among which the "Treatise on the Great Vibhasha" had mentioned it. The so-called Dharma Mind is the thought supernatural power cultivated by the monks of the Buddha family, which can be used to neutralize the enemy. When ordinary people fall into Dharma thoughts, their divine consciousness will fall into all kinds of illusions and fall unconsciously.

"Ninety moments are one thought, one thought, one moment is nine hundred births and deaths; Even the color, a qiē method is the same. Chang Jin was very curious when he saw this festival at that time, and now that he encounters it, he naturally won't miss it.

With the help of the divine seal, Chang Jin wanted to break these thoughts and live lightly, but at the moment, he wanted to experience it with his own strength. It was Chang Jin who divided a divine consciousness into the divine seal, just in case of accidents, and then withdrew the idea of releasing it.

But it was said that when that kind of magic thought entered the mud palace, it quickly began to condense, and it turned into a green-faced fanged ghost creature with a height of more than three feet, this thing has a fiery red head, and a blue eye grows at the door of the head, flashing with a ghostly light, which looks extremely terrifying.

Before Chang Jin could see it, the other party was already holding a steel whip and hitting his spirit.

"Hmph, it turns out that this Dharma thought is similar to Taoist visualization, both of which are made of divine consciousness, and what to say, 'Nine hundred births and annihilations in an instant, is purely a trick on the mystery. If you're not mistaken, the thing in front of you is a Yaksha

Yaksha was originally a ghost, brave and violent, capable of cannibalism, and it is said that it was later transformed by Shakzu and became the god of the protector of the Dharma, and was listed as one of the eight tribes of the Heavenly Dragon.

Seeing that the other party was holding a steel whip, Chang Jin hurriedly picked up the "Twelve Stories Building Visualization Sutra", and then divided several divine senses and condensed them into a shadow. It seems to be a Tao and not a Tao, like a Confucianism and a non-Confucian, holding a sword, and the appearance is very similar to Chang Jin. This method of manifestation of divine thoughts is a magical power that exists when entering the realm of true immortals.

The divine consciousness moved slightly, and as usual, with a sword, it had already pierced the attacking Yaksha.

The body of this yaksha was torn apart, and it was re-transformed into a few Dharma thoughts, and it was about to escape from the muddy palace, but it was chased and attached to it by the true text, turned into pieces, and then swept away, sucked away, and there was no trace of it.

"Hmm......" At this moment, in the magic circle, the Seven Treasure Daoist suddenly shook slightly, and a few bloodshots flowed from his eyebrows. Almost at the same time, his big hand hurriedly pinched into the seal of the immovable Ming King, and a Buddha appeared in the mud palace, and the slightest blue light burst out, so that the divine consciousness was stabilized.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Seeing that he was different, the monk next to him asked urgently.

"This person is really powerful, he instantly broke my Yaksha King Dharma Thought, and I was almost counterattacked," the Seven Treasures monk replied with some shock. Then he said unwillingly: "Let me try again to see what kind of realm this person is."

After speaking, I saw that the idol began to seal again, and countless Dharma thoughts invaded the Daoist Murong Palace again.

Fa Nian rolled in the mud palace, and conjured up a demon king with three heads and six arms, blood-red eyes, and a black and blue face

The other party's blood-red eyes erupted with fire, and bursts of fishy stench came out. Chang Jin only glanced at it, and that divine sense was a little shaky.

"What is it this time, King Shura?" Seeing the shape of this demon king, Chang Jin thought of the Dharma Protector God King Shura King in the Eight Heavenly Dragons of the Shi Family.

Legend has it that this protector has three heads and six arms, an ugly face, fierce and aggressive, and can summon up to 3,000 Shura people when encountering the enemy.

Without waiting for the other party to make a move, Chang Jin's divine thought moved slightly, and the illusion of the illusion came out with a sword, drawing a mysterious sword light, and slashed off one of the heads of King Shura.

At the threshold of life and death, King Shura's face roared fiercely, a tragic murderous aura permeated from his body, and the weapon in his hand suddenly blocked forward.

The "choking" weapons struck, and the two phantoms shook one after another, and the Shura King flew out upside down.

Before he could stand firm, Chang Jin's divine sense pierced up with another sword.

In the other party's mud palace, the Shura King had no law to replenish continuously, and the condensed body of the blow just now was barely maintained. Now he couldn't resist it at all, and was pierced through the heart by a sword, and his body was suddenly shattered inch by inch, turned into pieces, and was absorbed and purified by the divine seal.

Fortunately, the Seven Treasure Monks had already prepared in their hearts this time, and when they felt that their Dharma thoughts were destroyed, they immediately put out the Immovable Ming King Seal to stabilize their divine consciousness.

"I don't know what kind of strange treasure is in the body of this Middle Earth Dao person, after my Dharma Nian was killed, none of them escaped, and I couldn't spy on his foundation at all. The Seven Treasures Monk gritted his teeth and spoke.

The remaining companions looked at the Taoist through the idol, and this man stood with his sword in hand, his entire body enveloped in an inexplicable aura. Even if they had the blessings of the six vajra arrays, they couldn't see each other's foundation clearly.

The long-eyebrow monk looked at it for a moment, sighed and said, "The Daomen has enjoyed the luck of Middle-earth for hundreds of years, and I don't know how many disciples of the luck have been collected. It seems that my previous guess was correct, this person must be a core disciple of Taoism, so he has such magical powers. This alone requires a few of us to deal with it with all our might, and drag him into the small world. ”

As soon as these words fell, the remaining monks all looked a little embarrassed. They originally thought that they had the blessings of the six vajra magic arrays, and they wanted to make this person live lightly in the array, but now it seems that it will take a lot of effort. Later, even if this person can be turned into a person, six people fight one, but they also fall into the name of the Shi family.

The long-eyebrow monk closed his eyes slightly, his face was solemn, his palm was flipped, and a simple wooden fish appeared in front of him, tapped it, announced the Buddha's name, and began to recite the scriptures.

I saw that as the scripture was read, the brilliance of the void in front of him began to surge, and in the brilliance, several true texts faintly emerged. After reciting a scripture, the long-eyebrow monk's originally white and quiet face became flushed, and there were a few more wrinkles on his forehead, and he began to age significantly, and his body was shaky.

"Senior brother, I'll come next. Seeing this, the monk next to him put his right hand on his right knee, and his fingers touched the ground, condensing the demon seal, which was the seal of Shakti when he attained enlightenment.

As soon as the seal was completed, a golden lotus immediately poured out from under the monk's body, lifting him more than three feet high. This person also recited a scripture, and then the golden lotus could not support it and turned into nothingness.

Seeing this, the third monk began to interface.

The six monks, with a very tacit understanding, each recited a scripture, and several true texts of the Buddha appeared in the void.

In the end, these true texts are condensed together, like a lotus flower. Among them, the clouds are boiling, and the Sanskrit sound is curling, which has the meaning of confusing the gods.

The six monks glanced at each other, sang the Buddha horn in unison, and quickly sealed the seal.

The true text exploded violently, and a statue of the Buddha Dharma appeared. But I saw Shakti sitting on the lotus plate, his hands on his back in front of his abdomen, his right hand on his left hand, and the fingers of his two thumbs were connected, forming a Dharma defining seal.

As the monks injected spiritual power, the Buddha's Dharma became clearer, and finally his body was shrouded in golden light, which was extremely dazzling.

In the aura behind Shakzu, the six realms of heaven, man, King Shura, evil ghosts and so on are fully revealed, both real and illusory, including all living beings, making people can't help but have the mind of worship.

The vast worlds are all-encompassing, and they can't manifest them at all in their current realm, so they can only produce a small thousand worlds and drag that person into them.

Chang Jin was also slightly shocked when he saw the gods of this world suddenly merge into one. In the void, as if someone threw an invisible stone, ripples rippled out, and suddenly something indescribable was rapidly forming, like the differentiation of Hongmeng, and all things were generated.

Before he could see it, he felt like he was in a swamp, almost unable to move, and every step was very difficult. At the same time, a huge coercion fell in an instant, crushing his divine sense.

The next moment, Chang Jin was like a branch that was dropped by the wind, and he fell into darkness in an instant.

His brain was groggy, and he struggled to open his eyes.

"Brother, are you awake?" a small happy face appeared in front of Chang Jin.

"I ...... Where is this?" Chang Jin twisted his head with difficulty and looked around. Loess adobe walls, decaying beams, and roof with holes.

"You're at home," Xiaoxiao replied, and then said with concern: "Brother, you can't talk nonsense in the future, that Guo Shenpo, we can't afford to mess with ......"

"Hmm" Chang Jin nodded, and the qiē in front of him made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar. These things seem to be happening, but they are like illusions.

He hurriedly closed his eyes, and his consciousness moved with it.

It was not good to perceive that something was wrong, and Chang Jin instantly integrated his divine sense into the Great Seal. The golden phantom above his head was brilliant, illuminating the sky and the earth, and the entire divine consciousness was awakened again.