> "Amitabha!" Pujing suddenly recited the Buddha's name, and then walked forward step by step.

"Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, walking in the depths of Prajnaparamita, when he sees that the five aggregates are empty, he will overcome all suffering. The color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color......" When he took two or three steps, Pujing suddenly began to open his mouth and recite the scriptures.

He recited the scriptures very regularly, just one step at a time, and I saw that although he was stepping very slowly, every step out of the step, there was a distance of 100 meters.

As he continued to spit out the scriptures in his mouth, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed, and countless colorful lights appeared out of thin air, and then these colorful lights converged into a cover, covering the soldiers of Jiangdong and the great Confucian.

That is to say, the mantra says: Reveal the truth, Para reveal the truth, Para monk reveal the truth, Bodhisattva Bha. ”

When he finished reading a scripture, all the soldiers and Confucians in Jiangdong were covered in that hood, those soldiers

One by one, they all put their hands together and knelt on the ground, and Tai Shici was also covered with cold sweat, only the great Confucian didn't seem to be affected.

Seeing this scene, Ma Fan's heart couldn't help but be greatly shaken, and he put away his contempt for Buddhism in the past, and at the same time secretly wondered what the situation would be if the person opposite was replaced by himself.

"Demon monk, An dares to use his magical powers to deceive people's hearts. ”

"Broken!"

A sound wave comparable to thunder spread from the mouth of the great confucian, and the powerful liliang burst out, and the aura between heaven and earth rolled violently like boiling water. Ma Fan only felt that the true qi in his body suddenly became chaotic, and his cultivation seemed to disappear in an instant.

The middle-aged Confucian's loud roar sound waves vibrated to the edge of the mask layer by layer, making a buzzing sound, but the entire edge of the light mask. It's like an extremely strong embankment, which can't be broken even if it is washed by the tide.

"Broken!"

The middle-aged Confucian roared again, but it was even more violent than the one just now. Ma Fan, who already had experience this time, was not stunned this time, but had time to open his eyes to observe.

In Ma Fan's eyes, the middle-aged scribe's loud roar, the huge aura in his body, which was invisible to the naked eye, instantly expanded. An extremely masculine breath, like a thunder explosion, suddenly exploded from the middle, bursting open!

Ma Fan is his own soul. Suddenly there was a feeling of suffocation. He secretly said in his heart: "Great Confucianism is Great Confucianism, if you haven't fought before, how can you know their strength." ”

However, Ma Fan saw that although the light mask was shaking, it was not broken. Ma Fan thought again in his heart: "This purity is not simple, I really underestimated Buddhism in the past. Today, not only can I have the opportunity to fight with Confucian masters and accumulate experience in dealing with Confucian masters, but I can also see all kinds of magical powers of Buddhism, even if I have not obtained any ancestral witch blood. But it's worth it. ”

After the two roars couldn't open the cover, the middle-aged Confucian suddenly raised the sword in his hand slowly.

"Ding!"

The middle-aged Confucian flicked the blade lightly. A sound wave suddenly rang out.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Da Ru flicked the sword three times quickly, and three ups and downs sounded. Suddenly, three more sound waves appeared, and the first sound wave was connected.

"Dingdingding......dingding"

After a slight pause, I saw that the middle-aged Confucian quickly flicked the blade in his hand, and actually played a beautiful song with his sword.

"Poof!"

Countless sound waves were connected together, and they continued to impact the five-colored cover from afar, and under this continuous attack, the five-colored cover was all shattered, and a lot of five-colored slag flew in all directions.

"Huh, I thought it was illusory, but I didn't expect the cover to be a real thing. He obviously recited a scripture, but he didn't have mana fluctuations, why could this be so? He could turn the illusory into reality, but he didn't expect this monk to have such strength. The two Demon Gate Protectors in the back were also secretly frightened. ...,

"Confucianism has six arts of etiquette, music, archery, royal, and number, and the great Confucianism who can really master the art is much stronger than the average Confucian, although I know that this Gu Yong is a disciple of Cai Yong, but for him to be proficient in music to this extent, we didn't expect it before, fortunately we found this monk, otherwise we would be in big trouble. ”

"Hehe, senior brother won't say much, in fact, even though the Great Confucianism restrains us a little more, but with the strength of you and me together, it may not be impossible to deal with it, even if you can't fight and escape, there is no problem, where is the big trouble?

Of course, it is beyond our expectations that this Confucian boy will show this skill now. However, this can only prove that the senior brother has no last resort, and I thought that it is safer to find this monk after all, with the senior brother here, no matter which side they win, they are all losers in the end, and it is always us who wins. The middle-aged demon cultivator said.

The old demon shook his head and said: "This monk is not weak, but this great Confucian is proficient in the six arts, but we can't be arrogant." ”

"Isn't there still us here watching, so this Confucian junior is dead.

As for the monk, although he has some supernatural powers, so what?

Buddhism exercises against my demon exercises, mutual restraint, who to restrain who depends on their own strength, the strength of the other side is strong which side restrains the other, we join forces and the strength is far beyond him, once on the right, the exercises are we restrain him, the strength is even more so, after he kills the great Confucian, it is not easy to kill him?

Senior brother was too careful. ”

"There is no harm in being careful, not only can we not take this monk lightly, but we can't be unguarded against him looking for this kid. The old devil reminded again.

The middle-aged demon cultivator smiled and said, "Senior brother, the more you live, the more timid you become, and you are afraid of a junior who has just entered the tribulation period."

I see that Senior Brother is a little abnormal with that kid, and he should be concerned about the "Blood Nerve" he proposed! After a while, you will see how I captured him alive and searched for his soul, not only to help Senior Brother you find out the whereabouts of "Blood Nerve", but also to obtain the Heavenly and True Inheritance of the Interception Sect. ”

The old devil just shook his head, smiled bitterly, and didn't say more.

"Good, good, good! This song really made the poor monk worship. I heard that there is a Confucian general Zhou Yu in Jiangdong, who is the grandson of the great Confucian Zhou Jing, who is proficient in music and rhythm, so he is the benefactor, but this age seems to be a little different!" Pu Jing said with a smile.

"Hehe, Zhou Dudu Tianzong is a talent, how can it be like this? If it is him, none of you can survive at this moment. The middle-aged Confucian said with a smile.

"Oh, then dare to ask the donor's surname?"

"A certain Wu County Gu Yong, a nobody. ”

"Hehe, that's so modest!

I greatly admired the strength of the donor just now! It's a pity that if you make this song, I'm afraid that these 100 soldiers will become idiots.

It's not easy to train such an elite soldier, so it's a pity to be ruined like this!" Pu Jing said with a smile. (To be continued......)