The full moon and the night are quiet, the dust moves forward with the moonlight, silently recites the Buddhist scriptures, and one step is a thousand miles of rivers and mountains, and the flowers and plants will sway gently wherever they pass, secretly sending fragrance, and pouring out their intimacy.

Passing the mountains, near the temple, the dust stopped his hurried footsteps, bowed to the stone Buddha inside, bowed his head and bowed to the monk with blood-red eyes escaped from the stone Buddha, and a palm wrapped in the black and bloody wind was heavily imprinted on the chest of the old monk.

Lichen took a big step back, slowly raised his head, his eyes were glowing with golden flames, the immeasurable Buddha lotus bloomed in the air, the bright Buddha light illuminated half of the night, the sneak attacker was shocked back dozens of steps before he could stabilize his body, kneeling on one knee, his eyes were full of brutality, and the black flame light that enveloped his body emitted a disgusting fishy smell.

"Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. ”

Lichen smiled and stretched out his hand to help, kind eyebrows, and didn't care about Fang Cai's deadly raid.

The red-eyed cultivator turned over and retreated, got up and hugged the fight, and said coldly: "All beings in heaven and earth are eyes and ears, omniscient, omniscient, such a powerful Zhengtiandi audio-visual technique! ”

"Kunlun affairs, human affairs, the era of the emperor can be without dust, there can be no Lingyin Temple but not without Kunlun Xianmen, the human race has no way to retreat, this troubled red dust should be washed with a sword, only with a sword!" The sound of dust was like a bell and drum, and the golden flame ignited in his eyes again.

"That's good, I see that the feng shui here is still good, and it is better to bury bones!"

The cultivator shouted loudly, and turned into a six-zhang red-eyed evil spirit, and the resentful spirit wailed, carrying a wave of black mist to the old monk's emaciated back.

The ink clouds gradually covered the moonlight, the mountains and forests were gradually faded by the black mist, the flowers and trees were gradually eroded and corrupted, and the hidden grass and tree essence became a part of the black mist, fueling the power of evil spirits.

The earth shakes the mountains, everything is discolored, in the face of the terrible red-eyed evil spirit, the thin body of the dust appears extraordinarily small, the right hand is erected on the chest, the left hand dials the number of sandalwood Buddha beads, and lightly recites the "All the Secret Great Sect King Sutra of the Three Industries of the King of Vajra", the heart has the appearance of the Ming Wang, let the evil cultivators try their best to bombard, and the bright Buddha light outside the body is unwavering.

Unable to attack for a long time, the red-eyed cultivator urged the evil qi to cover the middle of the mountain, sucking up the spiritual power, and his body was twice as tall again, and his star-like fists smashed down again, like the sky falling.

The palm of the palm that played with the Buddha beads paused slightly, slowly raised his head, stared at the red-eyed evil spirit, put his hands together, and felt like a great day.

As soon as he thought of it, a large number of golden points of light rose under the starry sky, piercing through the black mist, and turning into a golden lotus in the sky after a roll of the mountain wind, quietly blooming between half of the mountains infected by evil qi and the evil spirits that almost stood up to the sky turned into smoke clouds in the infinite overlapping aurora.

The ink clouds that blocked the bright moon dispersed silently, and the plain white moonlight fell into the monk's robes, setting off the incomparably holy nature of the solemn treasure.

"Amitabha, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, donor, reincarnate as a human being and do it for yourself. "Light Dao Buddha, turn around and return the same way, and the reappearance of evil cultivation must be notified to the young patriarch.

The old monk went away, the red-eyed cultivator escaped from the stone Buddha in the temple, looked at the mountain full of messes and undamaged Buddhist temples, staggered into the deep forest, the black fog surged, the body gradually turned into dust, and the demeanor and momentum were exactly the same as the old monk who was going back.

The green west branches hung with the bright moon, and Feng Jiu, who was ready, breathed a sigh of relief, and Luoyang, who was just about to be out of the body, suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked at Feng Jiu with a smile, and his eyebrows were full of anger.

"Old Firebird, where is your body? Master has almost forgotten the taste of Firebird, hand it over, and don't kill you!"

"Junior, you are looking for death!"

Feng Jiu's eyes widened suddenly, his eyebrows were raised angrily, and he did not hide the fierce murderous intent in his heart, the weak eat the strong, the human race can only be rations, and that human race dared to cook a high-level demon clan throughout the ages?

"I'm looking for death? Are the firebirds so arrogant now? The world has changed, and you feel like you're doing it again? If it weren't for the fact that this kid was too weak, you wouldn't even dare to face my existence, do you believe it?"

Luoyang Yuqi approached Feng Jiu, and did not shy away from Feng Jiu's sharp gaze, his eyebrows and eyes were full of anger, wanton and arrogant, it was Luoyang but not like Luoyang.

"You're not him, who are you?" Feng Jiu frowned, silently perceiving the surrounding heaven and earth, thinking that a living creature had taken a step ahead of him and snatched away this talented and demonic young man.

"You see? It's not that I'm old-eyed, but if I weren't him, who would I be? I lived for him, I died with him, I am him, he is me. ”

Luoyang said with a smile, and slammed his fist at the corner of Feng Jiu's mouth without warning, exuding a kind of supreme and unparalleled momentum.

Feng Jiu clenched his fists angrily, stared directly at Luoyang for a moment and then slowly let go, five thousand years, facing those indifferent eyes, he tasted the taste of fear again.

Luoyang was very satisfied with Feng Jiu's performance, stretched his waist lazily, spread his limbs, and floated on the surface of the feathering pool little by little, admiring the intoxicating moon among the clouds and mist.

"Don't do those little tricks, or I'll kill you, I finally came out, I have to take a good look at this endless wind and moon, the moon here is very different from the one at home. ”

Luoyang muttered as if talking to himself, his heart moved and the sword fell, and the sword qi slashed out from the moonlight, and accurately fell into the magic circle in the pool, easily cutting the formation that Feng Jiu had painstakingly prepared, without causing the slightest wave.

Such a method was unheard of, Feng Jiu couldn't help but change his face, and looked at Luoyang nervously, this sword was very strong, and it made him feel jealous.

"Daoyou ......"

"Get out!"

Luoyang roared, squinted his eyes, the thoughts in his eyes turned into tears, and the hazy plain white sword shadow reflected in the depths of his hazy eyes, although he could not see the true face, it was enough to make all beings palpitate.

This sword is too sharp, it can open the sky!

"Farewell, there will be a date later. ”

Feng Jiu, who was not absolutely sure of winning, chose to avoid the edge for the time being, breathed and breathed to fill the acupoints in his body with spiritual power, and then flew out of the feathering pool and floated down to the shore.

"Death!"

Ao Su, who had been waiting for a long time, offered a flywheel, and before the space on the shore could be moved, Feng Jiu suddenly disappeared in place.

A white mist rose outside the feathering pool, the beautiful stars and moons were gradually obscured, and the fine orange-red fire patterns stretched out in all directions with the feathering pool as the center, and thousands of bizarre characters that would make people dizzy at a glance floated one after another, rippling with thousands of streams, extremely staggered and stacked, forming a terrifying array, enveloping the entire feathering fairyland.

The earth shook, the ancient trees fell in patches, and hot magma gushed out of the ground.

Ao Su was worried about Ji Ling'er's safety, and hurriedly turned into a dragon form, her body coiled and protected her tightly, her golden eyes flashed with shining streamers, and she couldn't see through the thin ethereal mirage of countless forbidden dragon eyes.

Ji Ling'er patted Ao Su lightly, whispered softly, and said, "Fool, can I be afraid of fire?" Quickly change back, the secret array of the Kunji Array Book is extremely mysterious, don't be reckless, be careful." ”

Ao Su obediently changed into a human form, held Ji Ling'er's hand tightly, and chanted a mantra in his mouth, and the royal blue streamer flashed, hiding the two figures.

The sound of swords and soldiers fighting gradually began in the ten directions, and the cultivators of all races waved their swords like crazy, and the magic weapon streamer walked through the dense forest, killing all the living beings around them, and the more dead and wounded, the more hysterical the cultivators became.

The greedy wolf looked at the red embarrassment, the two ghosts looked at each other and smiled, leaned down and fell into the jungle, attacked the valuable gadgets, and then urged the feather order to escape from the fairyland.

The business is done, and the extra money has been caught, what are you left to do, waiting to suffer and suffer?

Feng Jiu took full account of the changes in the formation, chuckled and sat cross-legged in place, looking at the two Ao Su who were spinning in the formation, and drawing with his fingers, using his resentment to outline the hidden Dao pattern of the Ten Thousand Souls Blood Array.

Worried about the safety of Kunlun, the dust urged the gods to pass with all his might, and the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains shrank into inches, and appeared under Kunlun Mountain without waiting for the stars and moon to move.

"Dust Doll, I'm going to be the host, what do you look like in a panic?"

"I've seen the young patriarch, but the poor monks have seen them, those evil cultivators who are neither human nor demon, neither god nor demon nor ghost. ”

"Those dogs who play crooked ways can't stand the loneliness anymore?"

The young patriarch narrowed his eyes, the surrounding world instantly became cold, the moonlight was cold, and he could faintly hear the sound of the sword in the mound.