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Wuxu silently recites the holy name of the Bodhisattva, binds his hands inward, straightens the thumb of his right hand, and knots the heart seal of the lotus flower, and directs the power of faith and wish of all beings who have been purified by the Bodhisattva's dojo into the nine-leaf green lotus lamp.

Zhang Cuilu and the others flew out of the Tianyuan Temple of the Enlightenment Dharma Realm, entered the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, sat around the wick, recited the mantra, and gave their own secret mudras.

The nine-leaf green lotus lamp suddenly turned into a huge white lotus, about 100 zhang high, several miles in a radius, clean and clean, spotless, surrounded by auspicious clouds below, the white light on the clouds is slight, the aura is cloudy, and the weather is thousands.

The monk of Naxian Mountain, seeing this scene, hurriedly retracted, looked closely, and exclaimed, "It turned out to be the Guanyin Bodhisattva Dojo in the world!" Then he bowed with his palms together, bowed to the Putuo Mountain below, bowed from afar, and recited the holy name of Guanyin Bodhisattva several times, and then shouted loudly to the front, "Where is Master Wuxu? This nine-leaf green lotus lamp, since it is in the southeast of the world, it should be a holy relic of the southeast Buddha country." There was a tone of course in it, and there was an undisguised admonition.

Wu Xuan sat in the Dharma Realm Dojo, sneered in his heart, and immediately sent his divine sense to Zhang Cuilu and the others, and they drove the Nine-Leaf Blue Lotus Lantern and flew towards Xian Mountain.

Naxian Mountain, it seems to be quite fearful, dodged and retreated for hundreds of miles, retreated over Zhoushan, withdrew from the sea area, and stood above Ningbo Mansion.

"Senior Brother Wuxu——!" Dorjee hurriedly came, looking ahead with a complicated expression, and his divine sense said, "Senior brother, don't be angry. I waited to go down the mountain this time to help the White Lotus Sect establish a country, and I had no intention of taking away the lamp. Bro

You can hold this lamp by yourself, make a sacred relic of the Buddha country, and treat the merits of the world to be complete, and the lotus peak is also greeted with palms. ”

After listening to Dorjee's words, Wuxu couldn't help but hesitate. The nine-leaf green lotus lamp is a treasure of Buddhism, and the lotus peak naturally wants to collect it for his own use. The six peaks of Lushan, the Buddha, the Confucianism, the Taoism, the demons, each according to a peak, as a Buddhist person, in the end, is also going to the Lotus Law Peak, do you want to bring this Buddha lamp to the Confucian Haoran Peak, the Daomen Qingjing Peak, or the Ghost Road Rakshasa Peak, the Demon Dao Prison Demon Peak? Although this Xianshan and Shi Hai have already torn their faces and want to take advantage of the situation to seize the Nine-Leaf Green Lotus Lamp, if they have the support of Senior Brother Duoji and Master Ji Xiang, they are not afraid。。。。。。

Thinking of this, Wuxu slowly appeared, clasped his palms at Dorjee and said, "Senior Brother Dorjee, to establish a Buddha country, it is not difficult to have Senior Brother Shihai, the leader of the White Lotus Sect, and this Xianshan Master of the Chongqing Temple of the Outer Heaven Aurora Sect here. The war in the north is particularly critical at the moment, and it is a matter of luck for the Terrans. Why don't I go north now to help?"

Wu Xuan asked like this, which naturally has a deep meaning. On the one hand, he does have this idea, but the nine-leaf green lotus lamp he relies on must have a huge power of faith to exert his power, Wuxu is worried that when he arrives at the northern battlefield, holding the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, not only will it not play much role, but it will become a little doll holding a gold ingot on the street, causing coveting and killing. On the other hand, if you want to seek great things and find allies, you must first be concentric, otherwise, you will be in the same bed and have different dreams, and you will become elbows and armpits at any time. Wu Xuan asked this to see how Dorjee reacted, whether he had the same heart and the same considerations as himself.

Duoji thought about it seriously, looked at Wuxu in embarrassment, and shook his head, "Senior Brother Wuxu, I will wait for a few people to go, but it will not help at all." It's better to take advantage of the situation to defeat the southeast demon army in one fell swoop, so that you can protect the Dharma here. What's more, my Lamaism is deeply enshrined by the Yuan Court, and it is really difficult to come forward to stand up for Ying Tianfu. “

Wu Xu's heart was cold, and he looked at Dorjee with a gloomy face.

At this moment, a blue light flew from the night sky in the north. Immediately afterwards, a clear voice sounded, "The East China Sea Demon Clan, if you defeat the main force of Ying Tianfu, kill Zhu Yuanzhang." The heroic spirit of self-reliance and self-improvement of the human race is gone. I can't imagine that you Lamaism is still entangled in these small details!"

"Well said!" Wu Xuan couldn't help but praise in his heart. Dorjee and Xianshan's faces changed. The three of them all looked towards the blue light.

The blue light is flying, with a faint murderous aura, and there is a woman in it, with willow eyebrows like a sword, autumn waves like a pool, loose clothes, and long hair in the wind. But when he saw her, in an instant, he flew close to the three of them, holding Qingfeng in his hand, and swept over Wuxu, Duoji, and Xianshan at a glance, with a look of disdain on his face.

"Nan Wu Amitabha!" "Naxian Mountain, after coming down from the outside world, because of his identity and strength, he has always been quite respectful in the Lotus Law Peak, who knew that when he first arrived in the world, he touched a nail here in Wuxu, and his heart was faintly unhappy, but a young woman came out, speaking disrespectfully, looking contemptuous, and immediately drank it, and he was going to take Guo Min down.

The woman seemed to have expected it, and raised her empty hand, a fiery red, shaking off her palm, drooping suddenly, and turning into a square, like a flag.

Na Xianshan suddenly shouted softly, "Red Tomorrow Book!, who are you?"

Here, Wuxu and Duoji had already recognized this woman. "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! Qinglian Zhenren, not in the north to help the emergency, what is the matter here?" Dorjee asked in a deep voice.

Qinglian is a real person, and Guo Min's number is also. The fiery red that shook out of her hand was a copy of the Haoran Peak Confucian Immortal Red Tomorrow Book that Ma Linghua had personally transcribed. Of course, Wuxu and Dorjee did not recognize them through this object.

But when he saw Guo Min, he didn't answer at all, he didn't even look at the three of them, Qingfeng held a sword flower in his hand, and then turned around and flew away, as fast as lightning, and it was difficult to find a trace.

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"It's shameless!" Zhang Ruoyue, in Lu Miaoying's ear, whispered, "The dignified True Spirit Great Cultivator actually called himself a female apprentice to use such a radical method. “

Zhang Ruoyue and Master Lu Miaoying, in the endless sky, have been paying attention to the below. That Guo Min flew up from outside Qufu City, holding the Qinglian Jade Sword in one hand and the transcript of the Red Tomorrow Book in the other, flying all the way, from north to south, very conspicuous. Zhang Ruoyue had already noticed it.

Guo Min, flying between Yingtianfu and Zhenjiang Mansion, helping Li Wenzhong and Kang Maocai's army, and after killing several demon cultivators, he suddenly ignored the battle situation and flew towards Ningbo Mansion. Treated to Wuxu, Dorjee, and Xianshan, Guo Min drew his sword and made a statement, which provoked Xianshan to jump like thunder, Dorjee was gloomy and angry, and Wuxu was suddenly lost. Zhang Ruoyue saw all this.

Zhang Ruoyue's voice was very low, but Zhao Haoran was more than ten miles away, with the cultivation realm of his True Spirit Great Cultivator, as long as Lu Miaoying did not deliberately cast a spell, how could Zhao Haoran not hear it? But Zhao Haoran, with his hands behind his back, looked down intently, with a look of Confucianism worried about the country and the people, as if he really didn't hear it.

"Oh, Master Wuxu, you've really been tricked!" Zhang Ruoyue suddenly pointed down and shouted loudly.

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"Senior brother, in front of the big right and wrong, are you and I not even as good as a woman?" Wu Xuan suddenly laughed.

Wuxu's sentence is very heavy. Dorjee listened to it in his ears, like being struck by lightning, he looked at Wuxu with a sad face, and after a while, he said softly, "Senior brother really wants to go north?"

Wuxu looked at Dorjee, "Could it be that Senior Brother wants to force me to stay?"

Dorjee, with his palms facing north, muttered, "I still remember the small building on the palms, and the fat powder in the red dust pile." Brother, you are careful of being obsessed. “

A shock to the void is also like being struck by lightning. Dorjee's last sentence was also said on the Bianliang River before. At that time, he regretted the encounter and death of Yama Luo Huan, and casually chanted the poem "I still remember the small building on the palm, and the fat powder in the red dust pile", and Dorjee reminded himself to "be careful of being enchanted". At this moment, Dorjee said this sentence again, clasped his palms and muttered, there was a faint trace of grief and determination after seeing the same door enter the demon. Is it to clear the portal and correct the Dharma on the spot?

Thinking of this, Wuxu let out another long laugh.

After laughing, Wuxu and the tall white lotus turned into the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, as fast as a meteor, flew northward and disappeared into the vast night sky.

Naxian Mountain chased after him, he calculated the coverage of the power of faith and wish in the Guanyin Bodhisattva Dojo of Putuo Mountain, and wanted to wait for Wuxu to fly away from Putuo Mountain with the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, so he wanted to make a move. Who knows, chasing to the sky above Jiaxing, Wuxu and the nine-leaf green lotus lamp suddenly lost their qi. Xianshan sneered, knotted the mandala Great Compassion Treasure Dharma Boundary Seal, and shouted "Ding!" towards the void, only to see that the night sky was ethereal and empty.

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In the Dharma Realm Dojo, Wuxu looked at the holy white lotus and said to Zhang Cuilu and the others, "This Xianshan is very difficult. Fortunately, the little monk had expected it and escaped into the Dharma realm, but turned back to Putuo. It turned out that Wuxu carried the nine-leaf green lotus lamp and flew north for a while, but secretly turned back to Putuo Mountain, hidden in the auspicious clouds of the power of pure faith, and escaped the pursuit of Naxian Mountain.

"The juniors still thought that Qinglian really appeared, and the master really went north with him. Cheng Song, Lu Pingshan, Zhao Qiuhe and others laughed.

Qinglian real person? Guo Min. Wuxu sat upright, holding the seal with his palms together, his face expressionless, and said in a deep voice, "The little monk has already broken off his relationship with this person, how can he be like a hairy boy, and be scolded by him in a few words?" ”

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Zhang Ruoyue, thinking that she was the middle plan to realize the truth of the void, went north, anxious in her heart, and transmitted Lu Miaoying with her divine sense, "This fool, with the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, wants to go to Yuncheng to be a hero." ”

Lu Miaoying smiled incomprehensibly, and spat out a wonderful voice, "Good boy, don't be conceited and smart. Since ancient times, there have been the most affectionate men, and now Wuxu is a real Buddhist monk, and the four are empty, how can he be moved by the old feelings of the past. “

Zhang Ruoyue, listening to what the master said, knew that there was a difference, and there were five flavors in his heart, and he looked downward, from Ningbo to Jiaxing, from Jiaxing to Yangzhou, from Yangzhou to Xuzhou, and realized that he was empty, and his eyes were full of swords and swords, and the fire was flying, and the aura was agitated. When his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his eyes moved, and he suddenly exclaimed from Xuzhou to Shangqiu, "There is a demon cultivator!"

There is a demon cultivator!

Zhang Ruoyue, the voice was like thunder.

That Ao Bai, Zhao Haoran and others, but they were unheard. Only the master Lu Miaoying said with a slight annoyance, "Ruoyue, you can watch it, there is no need to make a fuss." ”

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Between Yuncheng and Qufu, Ying Tianfu and the East China Sea Demon Army fought fiercely. Those monks who were flying in the air were solemn arrays, and their aura was compelling, confronting each other. At its feet, on the earth, the Terran warriors, the heroic aura of seeing death as home, rushed to the sky. They rushed to the battlefield one after another, in the sound of killing in the sky, in the aura of the aura, quickly disappeared, and quickly rose into the air, in the form of ghosts, wandering leisurely, not going down to the netherworld, but converging into the black qi of the Dao, blending into the vast night.

Qufu Confucius Temple, a real demon cultivator, seeing this situation, couldn't help but get up and asked Ao Ji, the fourth prince of the Dragon Palace, "Fourth prince, this move of the human race seems to be a suicide, but it was inspired by Haoran righteousness before his death, and a ghost rose into the sky after death. When the time comes, I am afraid that Lushan Haoran Peak and Rakshasa Peak will get the lottery. Why don't we cast a spell and preemptively refine these Terran warriors into puppets. “

Na Ao Ji pondered for a moment and shook his head slowly, "You don't know, this time it is the turn of Lushan Haoran Peak and Rakshasa Peak to open." My father has already made a will, and the opening of the six peaks of Lushan Mountain is related to the opening of the passage outside the heavens, and my East Sea Demon Clan must not stop it. “

"In this way, when will we be able to take the initiative to attack and kill that Zhu Yuanzhang?" another demon cultivator couldn't help but ask.

Ao Ji chuckled, "Of course, it was when the Tianfu army was completely annihilated and Haoran Peak or Rakshasa Peak was opened. “

At this moment, a demon cultivator hurriedly flew into the Confucian Temple and reported that a demon army was coming from the northwest!

Ao Ji stood up, and then flew to the sky with a group of people, looking in the northwest direction.

The night is like ink, churning. The black-armored demon army is indistinguishable from the night, only the demonic energy is like the sea, surging and rolling! Above, a black palace, heavier than the mountain, flies with the clouds.

Ao Ji snorted coldly, "Who is going to fight!" Suddenly, there were several human-level demons, who lit up thousands of transformation demon cultivators, and took the lead in meeting them.

I saw a figure flying out of the black palace, extremely tall, with a surging demonic aura and a fierce spirit, like a demon god. He sacrificed a cylindrical magic weapon, swinging out a circle of black halos, and actually forced the thousands of shape-shaped demon cultivators to retreat again and again, fighting with those real demons.

Ao Ji shouted, "Under the real person, kill the demon on the ground!" Then, with the real demon cultivators around him, they all flew forward.

I saw that the four pillars of the black palace flew up and stood on the ground, and the black gas on them was like a cloud, flying endlessly.

Four Demon Banners!Ao Ji's color condensed, and he said loudly, "Prison Demon Peak, fly freely!Why are you meddling in this matter?!"

Flying freely is the name that the outside world now gives to Zhao Tong of the Imprisoned Demon Peak. Ao Ji has also been on Lushan many times, so he naturally knows that these four demon flags are powerful magic weapons refined by Zhao Tong after he entered the demon. You must know that the six peaks of Lushan Mountain, Rakshasa Peak, Yingang Peak, Prison Demon Peak, and ghosts and demons are all regarded as foreign ways by righteous monks, and they have always had a tacit understanding with each other, and there are many echoes. Ao Ji thought that it was a scattered demon cultivator, and what benefits he had gained, but he didn't expect that it was Zhao Tong who was flying freely from the Demon Peak.

Zhao Tong wore a black cloak with a jade curtain made of pearls hanging from the edge of the cloak, which hid his face completely, but overflowed with brilliance in the boundless darkness. As soon as she flew out, the tall demon god who had fought before withdrew his hand and retreated, and he was separated from another demon cultivator. A group of three people, in the dark demonic aura, it is difficult to see with the naked eye, but the domineering aura made Ao Ji and the others secretly surprised.

"Heaven and earth, only demons are respected!" Zhao Tong's voice floated from the darkness and resounded through the night sky. In just eight words, it looks like a declaration and a text.

Ao Ji laughed angrily. The East China Sea Demon Clan, dormant in the deep sea for nearly a thousand years, has a strong heritage, and the real monks are like clouds, even if the Prison Demon Peak is dispatched as a whole, they are not afraid of it, how can the three real demon cultivators of Zhao Tong in front of him be ashamed!

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The power of pure faith and wish is turned into a thick auspicious cloud like a canopy.

Wu Xu, in the sky above Putuo Mountain, looking at the nine-leaf green lotus lamp, turned into a white lotus, swaying, sometimes recalling the scene of Guanyin Bodhisattva showing the remnants of the conch, and sometimes recalling the loss of the power of the 100,000 troops over Hangzhou Mansion to believe, I couldn't help but say to Zhang Cuilu and others, "The power of faith is like a dream bubble." We have not yet attained the bodhisattva status, and the power of this faith should not be greedy. ”

Zhang Cuilu and others, at this moment, are channeling all the power of faith and wish on the Guanyin Bodhisattva dojo that Wuxu has brought into the Buddha lamp, and when they hear Wuxu's words, they can't help but ask, "What is not to be greedy?"

Wu Xuan was about to answer, but suddenly sensed that the aura in the north was extremely agitated, and it was not as calm as before. You must know that the East China Sea Demon Army and the Ying Tianfu army fought before, and the monks also participated at first, but then they almost stopped, and only let the mortal human warriors fight each other. Wuxu is far away in the southeast, and there is almost no induction. But at this moment, there was an incomparably fierce aura turmoil in the north, not to mention that the monks in the human world have no distinction between high and low, no distinction between far and near, I am afraid that the monks on the Lushan Mountain also have a sense.

Realize the void and release the divine sense.

Thousands of monks in the north, fighting in the sky, it was really like the heavens and the earth were overturned, and in terms of divine consciousness, it was like a huge sun rising in the night, bright and blazing. But in reality, it was darkness. In the darkness, the demons danced wildly, killing each other, and the Terran warrior suffered countless casualties.

In the darkness, there were four magic flags, flying from heaven to earth, and a crimson heart, and between the contractions, blood rained everywhere. There are thousands of colorful points of light, bursting out with colorful and dangerous brilliance。。。。。。。

Zhao Tong?!Xuanjizi!?

The East China Sea Demon Cultivator, and the Demon Peak Demon Cultivator, the Demon War?!

But it seems that the siege of Ying Tianfu's army has been temporarily relieved? !

Wuxu stood up and looked to the north. All the mind, all the divine sense, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, drifted across the ocean, and looked at the ever-changing magic flags from afar.

He watched from afar and flew out of the Dharma Realm Dojo. The shouts of Zhang Cuilu and the others were all unheard.

He flew on Putuo Island, in the night sky, in the night sea, and to the north.

The sound of killing in the north shook the sky, and Wuxu was deafening; the banner of the north was unfurled, and Wuxu's blood was boiling; there were witches in the north, and Wuxu silently recited the Buddha's name.

That's right

Since ancient times, red faces have been skeletons, and in the end, fat powder has flowed with the wind.

If you look at the white bones like this, you are most afraid of flying and dancing.