The monk of Changyuan was subdued by a move, maybe he was in prison, and he knew that he was dying, so he had no scruples, and shouted angrily: "The little monk has no malice, don't you even let him run?"

The old demon with pupils sneered at him: "The monk is not reciting scriptures in the temple, his mind is full of greedy and hateful thoughts, you can't achieve positive results, die early and reincarnate early, and find another opportunity in the next life, wouldn't it be better?"

This suggestion turned out to be impossible for the long-term monk to refute.

"You're right. He said in a sullen tone, agreeing.

What is the purpose of breaking into the cellar this time, it is a treasure, greed is greed, he does not deny it, but he can't afford to be greedy, how to temper the will not to be greedy?

"However......" the monk Changyuan changed his words: "Before the reincarnation of the little monk, you must get rid of the demon once, this is my Buddha's merit, reincarnation will have great blessings, and there will be more opportunities." ”

There is only one old demon with pupils here, and it is self-evident who he wants to get rid of.

The sound of the Buddha mantra sounded, and the monk left a string of Buddha beads at the entrance of the cave, although he was suppressed by the tulle, he could still drive the Buddha beads and fly to the back of the old demon with pupils.

Who knew that the old demon with pupils had already taken precautions, and his body suddenly flashed, and a row of ghosts appeared, and his body instantly split into four, turning into four identical clones, three false and one true, standing in four positions in the hole.

The Buddha beads struck, and all of them hit the fake body, and the old demon with pupils was unharmed.

But it's not without a little effect, at least it forced out the clone of the old demon with pupils.

The old demon with pupils was focusing on driving the monsters, commanding the magic axe to chop the paper soldiers who woke up, and when he saw the monk making trouble, he looked back in unison: "If you want to die early, the old man will fulfill you!"

He decided to free his hand and killed the monk Changyuan first.

The long-wishing monk 'bah!' sounded like scolding, but in fact he was desperate, biting the tip of his tongue and casting another Buddhist mantra.

The incantation was called 'Golden Buddha's Broken Wrist', and when the incantation was issued, his right arm fell off his shoulder, and his arm was covered with golden light, and with a punch pierced through the veil, and he flew out alone.

After a moment of stagnation, the golden arm suddenly collapsed and opened, turning into a rolling golden wave, scattered and gathered, condensed into four golden Buddha's hands, and the five fingers stretched out, breaking through the air and grabbing the four clones of the old demon with pupils.

'Smack!'

It was a success in one fell swoop, these four hands were all condensed with golden light, several feet wide, and the five fingers were clasped together, like giant pincers, and the four clones were grabbed in the palms.

It is also the area of this stone palace is narrow, and it is inconvenient for the old demon with pupils to perform the escape technique, and he is not afraid of the Buddha palm of the long-wishing monk, so he does not hide, and is ready to wait for the Buddha palm to get close, and then cast a spell to break it.

The old demon with the pupil felt that the Buddha cultivation in the early stage of the Xuan's womb was not much stronger, and his judgment was not wrong, the Buddha's palm had just grasped the flesh, and he was immediately shocked to pieces.

But the remaining three fake bodies were not protected, and they were all destroyed by the Buddha's palm.

The attacks of the long-wishing monk also came one after another, and as soon as the Buddha's palm came out, the Buddha beads also followed, identifying the true body of the old demon with pupils, and slid over.

There was a bang, and the whole Buddha beads burst open one by one, turning into a spiral blood wind, covering the old demon with pupils, and twisting like a hob.

This wave of offensive is also sharp, if it is an ordinary Xuanfei early stage monk, under the blow of the Buddha's palm and blood wind, it is very likely to die on the spot, but when it hits the old demon with the pupil, it is like tickling.

The old demon with the pupil cultivated the external skills of a purple demon robe, and there were detoxification blood beads in his mouth all the time, and the Buddha's palm and blood wind could not cause him substantial damage, but it interrupted his control of the demon axe, causing Ding Xing's paper soldiers to have a chance to breathe, which made him extremely annoyed, and his body turned around, and he fled to the monk of Changyuan.

He waved out his palm and pressed the Heavenly Spirit Gai of the long-wishing monk: "The old man will pull out your skull and refine it into a magic weapon......

Before the words fell, he suddenly felt a burst of white light flashed, like a sudden bloom of the sun, he hurriedly turned his head to probe, only to see the crescent blade in the hand of the paper soldier, full of spiritual light words, word by word, around the blade body quickly circulated, he was surprised by the power of the spiritual text, the crescent blade suddenly left his hand.

Like a crescent moon hanging in the air, it hung quietly for a moment, shot forward, pierced the monster's body in one fell swoop, but the power did not decrease at all, broke through the air, and went straight to the old demon with pupils, aiming at his neck and everything, like a sickle harvesting straw, with a slight slash, the corpse was separated.

The head of the old demon with pupils fell to the ground, and after rolling a few times, the corpse collapsed to the ground.

He died quietly, with a trace of dazed look left in his eyes, and he didn't seem to understand why the crescent blade of the paper soldier could double its power, not only tearing through the interception of the axe-wielding monster, but also easily breaking through his demon armor defense, without giving him the slightest time to react, and killed him in an instant.

The moment the crescent blade hit his neck, he was surprised to realize that the lethality of this blade was already comparable to the magic weapon of the Jindan monk.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late.

In the fighting between monks, if you make a mistake once, you will die.

After he died, the monster he had summoned collapsed and turned into a black gas and returned to the Demon Calling Axe.

When there was a loud bang, it landed at Ding Xing's feet.

But at this moment, Ding Xing lost the strength to pick up the axe, his body seemed to collapse, and he sat on the ground all at once, his original white hair turned black in an instant, and the little book demon on his shoulders was even more unbearable, his limbs were prostrate, and he fainted directly from exhaustion.

This is clearly a sequelae of overcasting.

In order to drive the paper soldiers and the crescent blade, Ding Xing not only overdrew all the lunar power, but also exhausted the mana.

At the beginning, he found a secret technique left over from the paper sect in the Ice Palace Cave Mansion, and a box of top-grade spirit paper, which was cut and refined into nine Taoist soldiers.

Each soldier is in charge of a paper vessel, each instrument can release a magical power, and the nine soldiers can be used in one, if one, can release the power that is not weaker than the magic weapon, but it is also extremely strict for the caster, first of all, the monthly power is insufficient, the fusion of the nine soldiers will inevitably fail, and secondly, the mana is not deep enough, then the duration of the nine soldiers will be very short.

When Ding Xing confronted the Demon Calling Axe just now, he had been looking for an opportunity to release the Crescent Blade, but there was only one chance, and driving the Crescent Blade was too mana-consuming, and if he missed the first blow, he couldn't cast it a second time.

Fortunately, the long-wishing monk came out to stir up the situation, first forced out the doppelganger magic of the old demon with pupils, and used Buddhist beads to interfere with the attention of the old demon with pupils, which can be said to have created a perfect opportunity for Ding Xing to destroy the enemy.

In this dangerous battle, Ding Xing was facing the old monk in the late stage of Xuanti, and he was able to win in the end, he felt that he had seven points of credit, and the remaining three points should go to the monk Changyuan.

"Amazing!"

Monk Changyuan stared blankly at the corpse of the old demon with pupils, he was stunned until now, and then he came to his senses: "Master Ding, with his early cultivation, was able to kill the old demon with pupils unscathed in a head-to-head battle, this feats should be unsurpassed among the Xuantu monks on both sides of the strait! Once the news spreads, you will definitely be famous all over the world!"

What is the benefit of being famous all over the world? Attract a group of enemies for nothing!

Ding Xing blurted out: "Master, don't spread the word, he was killed by the two of us together, and if it really spreads to the Demon Domain, you also want to be famous!"

The long-wishing monk hurriedly shook his hand: "False names are all floating clouds, don't do it! This old devil can't think about it for a while, and he died here, and it has nothing to do with you and me!"

Ding Xing couldn't help but wonder, he could accept this cause of death.

The long-wishing monk couldn't laugh, in order to kill the old demon with the pupil, he paid a much more painful price than Ding Xing, and his entire right arm was ruthlessly pulled down by him, and when he cast the spell, it had been reduced to nothing, and it could never be renewed.

Although the Buddha's supernatural powers emphasize understanding, Zen machines, and chances, and the physical body is just an empty shell, even if it is damaged, it still does not affect the positive results of the Dharma in the future, but the monk Changyuan does not feel that he is a Buddha born with a root of wisdom, and he wants to seek the path of immortality of Buddhism, and he still has to focus on cultivating the Dharma body.

Now that he has lost an arm, the door to immortality is probably going to be closed.

Ding Xing heard him sigh lonely, knowing the pain in his heart, so he said: "The master might as well rummage through the treasure sleeve of the old demon with pupils, the magic skill he studied 'hands and eyes to the sky' may not be his own natural fingers and magic eyes, or it may be grafted from elsewhere." ”