Between the sea of fire and stratus clouds.

The golden dragon, Shi Qi and the Taoist priest, the three fought chaotically.

The two behemoths just hit and bit repeatedly, and the sound was terrifying. And the Taoist priest is mixed in, and his body inevitably seems extremely small, only constantly floating in the strong wind, although he often dodges the attack and returns the color in the intermittent fire. But from a distance, it was dancing on the tip of a knife, which was thrilling.

At the bottom, just looking at the dragon picture, he has a little numb skin and dry mouth.

After Li Changan once again drilled out of the gap between the two behemoths, Long Tu finally couldn't help but call.

"Uncle Shi?"

"What's the panic?, how can the divine thunder be lightly?!"

Although he said this, where was Luo Yuqing's refusal to "light his hair", it was obvious that when he was about to lay down the thunder before, he suddenly heard Li Changan's voice in his ears.

"Human, slow. ”

"100,000 fires can't be slow!"

"Let's listen to the younger generation. Although the corpse Buddha is hidden in the stone, it is unknown where it is hidden. If the divine thunder is released, the stone is shot down, but the corpse Buddha is not hit, is not the last divine thunder wasted in vain? It is better to let the younger generation find out its location and send the divine thunder again. ”

On the one hand, Luo Yuqing was surprised by Li Changan's control of the wind spirit, and actually played the trick of "transmitting sound for a thousand miles"; on the other hand, he also sighed at his courage, it was not a safe and easy thing to wander in the fight between two behemoths.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. ”

Li Changan replied without hesitation, and what he relied on was nothing else, it was the "wind spirit" that Luo Yuqing lent him.

What are the characteristics of the wind? Is it flowing? Is it howling? Is it turning over rivers and seas? Is it chasing clouds and fog?

No.

It's ubiquitous and pervasive.

As he became familiar with the wind spirit, Li Changan found that he could actually distinguish some vague information contained in the wind.

Previously, it was through the information transmitted by the wind that Li Changan noticed Shi Li's severed head to survive, and even realized that although the "Qingxiao Divine Thunder" did not shoot down Shi Li, it was not completely useless, and its escaping power had already shocked Shi Li's body into many cracks.

Although it was quickly patched by vines, the remaining gaps were enough for the wind to sneak in and find out the true body of the corpse Buddha for Li Changan.

............

Almost.

Li Changan squeezed out lightly from between the dragon's claws and the dragon's claws.

He had already found out the approximate location of the corpse Buddha.

But the message from the wind is somewhat vague, and if you want to be sure, it's best to ...... He stared at Shi Qi's huge body, those blue and hard stones were not ordinary mountain rocks, but were infiltrated by demonic energy, as hard as fine iron, otherwise it would be impossible to tear the golden dragon to the skin.

It is not easy to break through this "turtle shell".

The Taoist priest's expression suddenly moved, and the Taoist robe agitated, and he took the initiative to leave the battlefield for the first time.

Where is the golden dragon willing to let go of the Taoist priest easily, and he came up to bite it, but he was grabbed by Shi Qi on the tail, scraped off a large piece of flesh and flesh and scales, and its eyes were red in pain, and it turned around and fought with Shi Li.

Li Changan didn't stop at all, drove the long wind, and went straight to the green underworld.

............

Taoists say: The wind at the height of the sky is the wind, which can sell gold and jade, and it is the most sharp.

Li Changan stepped on the sea of clouds, carried the blue sky on his back, closed his eyes tightly, meditated and concentrated, abandoned all distractions, and tried to control every wisp of wind.

Gradually.

The roar around him grew louder and louder, and the sea of clouds under his feet was clamouring.

Then.

The whistling sound became more and more harsh, there was a faint sound of gold and iron, and the air gradually distorted, and a few white lines actually appeared that circled around him.

Then, those "wind lines" became denser and more dense, and finally under the refraction of the sunlight, they showed the appearance of transparent fine scales, evenly distributed around and slowly turning.

Li Changan opened his eyes and leaned down to rush down the sea of clouds.

............

Luo Yuqing was still annoyed why Li Changan didn't give the letter for a long time, so he saw that the Taoist priest went and returned.

But I saw a big hole suddenly open in the sky.

Li Changan carried countless scales and winds, whistling down.

The "wind scales" around its body constantly collide, squeeze, and rub against each other, splashing out sparks, and calcining red. Then, cut into the battlefield with an arrogant and unreasonable posture.

In the last second, Long Jun was caught off guard and was thrown out by the blade-like Gangfeng.

The next moment, the Taoist priest led the gangfeng, like an awl, into the body of the stone calf.

............

Whether it is a mountain rock or a vine, they are all stirred into debris under the wind.

Orr.

The Taoist priest's eyes were empty.

It actually got into a hole in Shi Qi's body.

He stared at a large amount of viscous plasma converging into a huge chrysalis, which was beating slowly like a heart, and in the blood chrysalis, there was a hideous giant figure with three heads and six arms.

The Taoist priest grinned.

"Found you!"

............

On the altar.

The old man has to open his hair and throw the token.

"Boom!"

White light accompanied by a roar that pierced the heavens and the earth.

A shockwave visible to the naked eye spread, swinging away thunderclouds, stirring up the wind and rain, and pressing down on the sea of fire.

In the blink of an eye,

The wind, the rain, the thunder, the fire, and the heavy clouds that buckled the inverted sky suddenly disappeared, as if the terrifying scene that seemed to be the ninefold hell was just a dream, only the light smoke rose from the scorched black Ye Mountain, and above the light smoke, the golden dragon was coiled in the nine heavens, and the stone was ...... A large cavity ran through its entire body.

On the ground, everyone held their noses.

It's not that they don't want to cheer, it's just that they're afraid that it's another empty joy.

However.

I can only hear the cracking sound of "click", which gradually enters the ears and gradually intensifies.

People were pleasantly surprised to find that there were constantly rocks disintegrating from the stone body, and the falling rocks became more and more dense. In a few moments, the stone plough completely disintegrated, like a rain of stones falling on the Ye Mountain, fluttering up bursts of smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust settled down a little, I saw a Taoist robe hanging above the blue sky.

............

Li Changan's mind moved.

Wisps of fresh breeze blow into your body and wash away the dust.

Then, he turned around and faced the golden dragon with a pair of huge moves.

It should be said that the ancients said: the wind from the tiger and the cloud from the dragon, what they said is true.

In such a short period of time, there were large clouds around this Dragon Monarch. Among them, it can be regarded as the appearance of a dragon king.

But he had been fighting with Shi Li for a long time before, and he was already covered in injuries, and he was swept up by the Taoist priest, although he was not seriously injured, but he was also cut to blood, and he seemed to be extremely embarrassed.

Therefore, there was something unkind in the golden dragon's eyes.

But maybe it's because he's weak, maybe he's already vented his pleasure, maybe it's the divine thunder grazing the tip of his tail, this Taihu Dragon Monarch has recovered his reason from his rage, and he has lost his previous tyrannical and crazy appearance.

He just glanced deeply at the Taoist priest, and then slowly disappeared into the clouds.

............

Li Changan naturally didn't bother to entangle with him.

But he did not rush back to the Dharma platform, but fell on the ruins of the Thousand Buddha Temple in Yeshan.

The Taoist priest settled on a cliff platform, where there was a collapsed pavilion, and next to it a large bronze bell was burned red by the mountain fire.

Li Changan looked at it for a moment, suddenly moved, and waved his finger.

The mountain breeze gathers, and the salt obeys its orders.

When the bronze bell was opened, the body of the old monk was revealed, but the clothes had already been burned, and the body was also calcined into golden glass.

Looking at this scene, the Taoist priest certainly knew that this person was the bell ringer at that time.

After carefully placing the golden body of enlightenment, he solemnly bowed, and then turned his head and took two steps, finding what he was really looking for from the ground.

It was some scorched, blackened dregs that crushed into fine soot when you pinched it with your hands.

There was no need to use the Chonglong Jade, as soon as the Taoist priest raised his head, he could see more scum extending all the way into the depths of the ruins.

............

It was surrounded by broken walls, ruins, scorched wood, and rubble...... Only the broken plaque is nestled in the ruins, and the first four gilded characters - Daxiong Treasure Hall vaguely witness the original appearance.

And in the current ruins.

A mass of "coke" was slowly wriggling, sprinkling specks of scorched ash along the way, barely recognizable as three heads and six arms.

It is the corpse Buddha who was beaten into dregs by the divine thunder and survived.

The cold wind blew away the embers, and the scorched wood "clicked" under the Taoist boots.

The distance between the two sides is getting closer and deeper.

Suddenly.

The corpse Buddha stood up and turned.

Suddenly showed a terrifying appearance with blue fangs.

However, the Taoist priest didn't blink, only replied with a cold sword.

I saw a ball of coke falling to the ground.

The three-body Buddha can only be called a double-faced Buddha.

It staggered back, and Li Changan pressed with his sword.

Suddenly, he turned around again, and saw a delicate and lovely face that wanted to cry. The White Lotus Holy Maiden's eyebrows were picturesque, and she lightly opened her lips: "Dao Chang ......"

The sword flashed, and the voice stopped abruptly.

The beauty's head fell into the ashes, and in an instant it became a mass of charcoal.

The corpse Buddha retreated again, and Li Changan approached again.

Until under the plaque, there is finally no way back.

The Corpse Buddha turned again.

This time.

Not a terrifying demon, not a seductive beauty, but a young monk.

"Kongyan?"

"Amitabha, poor monk ......"

"Let's go. ”

Swing your sword and return it to its sheath.

Only a headless charred corpse fell under the "Daxiong Treasure Palace".

The Taoist priest stood silent for a long time, until it did not move again. Only then did he take out the yellow-shell book he carried with him and turn to the page of "Corpse Buddha".

The corpse Buddha above is still delicate and vivid, but there is no more terror that is about to come out and choose people to eat.

Li Changan breathed a long sigh of relief, and the hand that was holding the hilt of the sword finally loosened a little, and he raised his eyes to look around.

The sky is clear and the sun is warm. As for the pavilions, white walls and golden roofs, they were all made of coke and burned to the ground.

That's it.

He closed the page and was about to turn away. But suddenly some moist air came to his face, and he looked up in amazement, and saw three extremely thin figures appear in front of him.

There were three monks, one year old and compassionate, one middle-aged solemn and solemn, and one young elegant and handsome. All three saluted the Taoist priest with their hands together, and the young monk pointed to the ground and said something, but before he could hear it clearly, he disappeared into the wind without a trace.

The Taoist priest looked down.

The corpse of the corpse Buddha disintegrated little by little, was picked up by the mountain wind, and was turned into dust and scattered into the embers of the mountain, leaving only a black, gray and white mottled relic.