The old monk with long eyebrows recited a Dharma name, and said: "Amitabha, your sect's "Luan Yuan Ice Spirit", is extremely cold, the sky is frozen between the waves, known as the first Xuangong in the sea of clouds, the poor monk has been fascinated for a long time, and please teach the fairy!"

"It's just a joke, and it can't be true. Han Luan Zhenren said bluntly, as soon as the words fell, the delicate body erupted with a fierce momentum that soared into the sky, the temperature within a radius of several miles plummeted, and under the scorching sun, pieces of goose feather snowflakes instantly floated.

"Fairy, please!" The snow suddenly fell all around, and the old monk with long eyebrows was still sitting on the futon, letting the cold snowflakes wet the simple monk's clothes, and said with one hand Buddha salute.

"Your Holiness beware. I saw nearly 100 ice crystal spears emerge out of thin air around Han Luan's real person, each of which was condensed by the extremely cold "Ice Spirit True Qi", and the body of the spear was filled with cold mist, turning into a white mang, shooting towards the old monk with long eyebrows like a rain of arrows.

"Buddha saying: Immovable as a mountain. The long-eyebrow old monk remained motionless, closed his eyes, and his hands were sealed and groaned, and his thin trunk emitted ten thousand points of golden light, turning into a magnificent Buddhist golden bell in the air.

The cracking sound of "click" continues, and the "arrow rain" formed by hundreds of ice crystal spears slammed on the golden giant bell, the ice gun is like an iron wall, it will be shattered at a touch, the gun forest is like rain, the surface of the giant clock is golden and bright, not a little colorful, but against the backdrop of the broken ice in the sky, the golden light is more and more prosperous, brilliant and dazzling.

Han Luan Zhenren couldn't help frowning slightly, the defense of this Buddhist Gate Admiralty was so high, and the hundreds of extremely sharp "Spirit Destroying Ice Spirit Spears" issued by himself had no effect, his eyes were shining with sharp light, the jade hand was sealed, the Purple Mansion Spirit Gate was wide open, and the cold wave surged, and the heavy snow turned into hail.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were dark, the hurricane suddenly rose, and a devastating ice and snow tornado suddenly appeared, with a fist-sized hailstone, like a blade of ice flakes to swallow the old monk with long eyebrows.

The fierce hurricane uprooted the entire forest below, and the broken wood, rocks, and dust roared into the air, like a thick black python, crushing and roaring.

I saw the old monk with a serene face, sitting in the eye of the storm with the Buddha bell on the top of the bell, countless ice blades kept scraping the golden giant bell, making bursts of seeping sounds, and the broken wood and boulders brought up by the whirlwind also continued to bombard the dull golden bell, and the giant bell suddenly crumbled, and the old monk with long eyebrows was about to be torn apart by the terrifying storm.

"Amitabha, how can the clouds have a long life, King Kong does not damage the body, what is the cause and ......" At this time, the old monk with long eyebrows was still unmoved, his eyes were closed lightly, and he actually recited Zen in a low voice. I saw the dim and discolored giant bell, with the long-eyebrow old monk's unhurried chanting, the spiritual light became more and more prosperous, and the surface of the golden bell appeared in simple Sanskrit.

"Bell", at this time, a long bell rang out, and the sound wave spread and shattered the incoming ice blades, broken wood, and boulders, and the violent hurricane was also stagnant, and the wind slowly fell off the stones, as if they were about to disperse.

"Hmph", Han Luan Zhenren snorted lightly, the true qi in the purple mansion surged, the hurricane roared, the black python reappeared, the wind roared, and the black pressure whirlwind once again flooded the golden giant bell.

After a few breaths, with the resurgence of Zen words and bells, the golden light of the Tao came out through the wind, and it was obvious that the overwhelming hurricane was not enough to crush the golden bell of the Buddhist gate of the old monk with long eyebrows.

Han Luan Zhenren strengthened the mana instillation, and the Zen words of the old monk with long eyebrows also became more and more urgent, and the two sides fell into a stalemate for a while, and the golden light in the surging storm was bright and dark, and the old monk with long eyebrows did not move a step, and blocked all the attacks of Han Luan real people.

"Ang" a sonorous and loud luan, the ice luan under the feet of Han Luan real people rushed into the storm, facing the golden bell on a frost-white "cold jade ice flame", the ice flame poured on the Buddha bell, the golden light instantly dimmed, the clock face stagnated like a layer of frost, from time to time to make a "click, click" popping sound.

"Mahakasya, protect my true body, Panlong Arhat, immovable king. The long-eyebrow old monk opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were like torches, and after a violent shout, his thin body burst out with dazzling golden light, and suddenly turned into a dazzling scorching sun.

With a dragon roar, the scorching sun exploded, and the golden light instantly shattered the cold wave hurricane around the body, and also dispersed the "cold jade ice flame" of Bingluan, and the black clouds, ice and snow, and dust that filled the sky were swept away, restoring the original clear sky and thousands of miles of scenery.

When the golden light subsided, the thin old monk who was sitting on the original plate had changed drastically, incarnated into a tall and fierce ** strong man, Xuanjin for the skin, red mangs for the pupils, limbs like pillars, tiger back and bear waist, no longer a little old, one by one "Panlong Jin Yuan essence" lingered around the body, the golden light flashed, just like the ancient mythology of the Buddhist protector Arhat.

The most conspicuous is the mighty "dragon" hanging on the golden body, the dragon's head is in the heart, the dragon body is wrapped around the back from the front chest to the back, the dragon's tail is coiled on the left leg, and the angry eyes look directly at the Bingluan in the distance, brilliant and vigorous, lifelike, like a living thing.

The blood of the "Hanyu Bingluan" is noble, and seeing an illusory "Panlong" condensed by the "Jinyuan Essence", he dared to provoke fiercely, and couldn't help but be furious, and let out a piercing roar, and a mouthful of even more awe-inspiring "Hanyu Ice Flame" erupted head-on.

"Brute, don't be arrogant, Prajna Paramita, the great sun is like a palm!" The old monk who had already displayed the "Golden Body of the Panlong Arhat" roared angrily, raised his hand and slapped his palm.

I saw the golden light palm fly out of the wind and grow, and in an instant turned into a terrifying Buddhist golden light like a palm, the golden light giant palm was a few points larger than the huge "Hanyu Bingluan", and in the momentum of the mountains and seas, it quickly went towards the "Hanyu Bingluan".

"Bald donkey, you dare!" Han Luan Zhenren saw that ** Jin Seng was going to poison her "Han Yu Bingluan", and couldn't help but say angrily, and then flew in front of "Han Yu Bingluan", holding a blood-colored ice sword surrounded by frost and mist in his hand.

"Break!" Han Luan Zhenren groaned lightly, activating the magic weapon "Blood Spirit Luan Yuan Sword" with its own sword move "Blood Yuan Cold Moon Slash", waving his hand to slash out a giant blood-colored half-moon sword qi, the half-moon sword qi flew out quickly, and after splitting the golden light giant palm that blasted in two, the blood-colored sword qi also automatically dissipated in the air.

Han Luan Zhenren made a backhand move, and put the "Cold Jade Bingluan" into the high-level spirit beast bag hanging on his waist, although the "Cold Jade Bingluan" is an ancient strange beast, and the "Cold Jade Ice Flame" spewed out is extremely powerful, but her current opponent is a spirit infant body cultivation of the same level, and her combat power is strong, and "Cold Jade Bingluan" is just a Jindan period of cultivation, and it can't help much.

Once involved in the fierce battle with the golden monk, there will always be great danger, distracting himself, Han Luan Zhenren simply put away the "Han Yu Bingluan".

"It's time for the poor monk to make a move, fairy be careful!" The old monk turned into a dragon arhat, his body stood like an iron tower, and the words were as strong as a bell, revealing a fierce spirit of Buddhism that swallowed mountains and rivers.

"Don't talk nonsense, what means can be used. Hanluan Zhenren was not afraid at all, the five-foot blood-colored ice sword was diagonally across his chest, and his face was like frost.