"Be careful of Zhao Tong's magic flag!" Dorjee's face was flushed, like a baby swaying in a bassinet, struggling to sit in the Wuxu Mandala Dharma Realm with his palms folded, and reminded softly.

Wu Xuan stared at Zhao Tong while driving the Qi of Silence in the Law Realm and helping Dorjee to wash away the black spots on his body with the golden light of the Great Sun.

Zhao Tong in front of him, holding the white bone sword behind him, raised his head slightly sideways, his face was like jade, his eyebrows were like peaks, and the black palace veil was rolled in the air with the clouds, with dark red patterns, which was extremely beautiful.

Under Wuxu's gaze, for a while, Zhao Tong slowly turned sideways, facing Wuxu, his eyes were as hot as fire, and the enthusiasm was a little excessive, like a fire \ phoenix dancing proudly in the void, as if molten iron had melted everything.

Things are not people, Zhao Tong has changed. Although Wuxu had expected it, the countless entanglements and speculations were not as good as the gaze of this moment. Zhao Tong has changed, it can be said that he has become more mature, he has become more outstanding, or it can be said that he has become a little impenetrable and a little out of reach. At this moment, Wuxu even has an illusion, it seems that as long as he takes another step forward, he may be the same as a passerby, or maybe Zhao Tong will disappear.

Wuxu and Zhao Tong stared at each other like this, admiring each other, and reminiscing about each other. The white clouds and dogs, the world changes, the past, with a flick of the fingers, dissipates in front of you. Wuxu and Zhao Tong's eyes flashed, as if they had woken up from a big dream.

"How many national hatreds and family hatreds!" Wu Xuyao looked at the murderous and cloudy Yuandu under his feet, "Today, I don't know if you can release your demons?"

"I'm a demon, why be afraid of demons?" Zhao Tong replied lightly.

Wuxu clasped his palms together and said, "One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a demon." ”

Zhao Tong pointed down, the group of guards who escorted the Yuan Court nobles to flee north had been wiped out by the White Lotus Sect led by Han Kuang, and a faint moan began to come from the gorgeous carriage. "It's over here, why don't you take your senior brother Dorjee to Lushan Lotus Peak to heal your injuries?"

Wu Xuan glanced down lightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "This is over, why don't you go to Lushan Prison Demon Peak?"

Zhao Tongyu raised his hand, shot a ray of light downward, summoned Han Kuang to the clouds, and said to Wuxu, "I want to rebuild the Great Song Dynasty, and the capital will be here." ”

Wuxu shook his head, extremely disappointed. Could it be that the Demon Dao could establish a country and open a dynasty in this world under the guise of thousands of White Lotus Sect troops under the command of Han Kuang? Not to mention, his White Lotus Sect's teachings are mottled and vulgar, and the three sects and nine streams are too heavy. It is Ying Tianfu, with Hualien Miaofa Sect as the core, several times to rectify the teaching affairs, the pure team of the White Lotus Sect of Jiming Temple, Wuxu walked from the snowy plateau, and witnessed all kinds of incidents of the people who destroyed the hatred, and also felt that it was not suitable for the unity of politics and religion, so it was only to reach a tacit understanding with Zhu Yuanzhang and acquiesce in his suppression of the White Lotus Sect led by Jiming Temple. What's more, Zhao Tong, the so-called White Lotus Sect under the leadership of the Holy Maiden of the Imprisoned Demon Peak, is reasonable and reasonable, and Wu Xuan does not agree, and even feels that Zhao Tong is so stubborn, does he want to be entangled with her because of these things in the world?

Truth be told, it's not a demon. Wuxu, a person who has passed through the reincarnation in later lives, does not care very much, and feels that the Buddha and the demon are different in concept, and when they arrive at Lushan, they can also communicate and interact in some form, and even the Buddha and the demon talk at night. This is also a potential meaning of the recitation of "One Thought Becomes a Buddha, One Thought Becomes a Demon".

But Zhao Tong wants to continue like this in the world, so he is a little entangled. Your country's enemies and family hatred, invade the Yuan capital and slaughter the Yuan Court, and it should be over. Why do we still stir up the wind and rain in the human world and add cause and effect? You must know that the purpose of enlightenment is to cut off the cause and effect in the human world. You will take all the cause and effect, and I will cut it off. Although this is also a difference in concept, it is estimated that it is really impossible to talk at night, and can only get farther and farther away, and can only stare in the air.

Hey, to put it mildly, it's still a concept, or an idea, and their own paths are different. Wuxu felt that he and Zhao Tong had really broken up, although there was still a sense of warmth between each other, although there were still explicit or dark temptations for each other.

The atmosphere has gradually changed, no longer the ambiguity and warmth of the moment of the initial meeting, gone with the wind, accompanied by the clouds. Mockery, indifference, and disappointment began to spread at an altitude of 30,000 feet in the Yuan capital.

"You've changed, you're no longer the yellow-faced general you used to be. Wuxu let out a long sigh and began to examine the two demonic monks behind Zhao Tong, Sang Quanfang and Cui Juyan, who had fierce eyes in their eyes.

"You have also changed, you have become hypocritical, you have become insidious, you have become cold and unkind. Zhao Tong, staring at Wuxu's face, said word by word, the bone sword in his hand emitted a cold white light.

Zhu Yuanzhang, as well as a Confucian and two real monks, flew from afar. Wang Baobao chased after him.

Zhao Tong looked at this scene, smiled, followed the sword dance, and flew towards Wuxu.

"Amitabha!" Wu Xuan recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, his right hand was a nebula bamboo in his chest, and his left hand was also a white bone sword, facing Zhao Tong's shadow.

There are no enthusiastic sparks, no dazzling fireworks, no stirring aura, the two of them with swords, just staggered and collided; there was no Buddha light, no demonic energy, no sound, no color, fierce fighting, in the air from time to time to time hidden, sometimes far and sometimes near.

Sang Quanfang, Cui Juanyan, and Wang Baobao, and Zhu Yuanzhang here fought together. Green, black, blue, white, red, yellow. In the air, countless gradient colors flashed. The dragon groaned, the snake hissed, and the roar was killed. It's like a zoo event, a circus show. A white lotus floated uncertainly, and Zhu Yuanzhang, who fought with Wang Baobao, relied on the white lotus refined by Wuxu for him, dodging left and right, and entering and exiting from Wuxu's law realm.

"Are you bent on helping your junior brother Zhu Yuanzhang?!" Zhao Tong sneered at all this.

"It's not to protect him. Each has its own causal fate. Satoru replied lightly.

"I want to see if the so-called karma and fate in your Buddhism can't stop this sword!" Zhao Tong, with a clear sound, thousands of bone swords flew out of the palm of his hand, and the black gas on each sword was entangled, and a jade hairpin on his head rose from the tips of his hair, turning into the body of the magic flag, leading countless terrifying headless soldiers to fall from the sky.

Headless White Bone Sword! Zhao Tong's divine thought was transmitted to Wuxu.

Wuxu also threw out the white bone sword in his hand, piece by piece, piece by piece, piece by piece, and turned into a nine-rank lotus platform. Wuxu sat on the lotus platform and recited the "Buddha Says Amitayus Sutra", saying that in the world of bliss, may all sentient beings recite the Buddha and die.

But these headless soldiers, from Zhao Tong's magic banner, have a deep demonic nature, do not chant Buddha, take suffering as pleasure, and death as life. Halfway through the recitation, he knew that with the cultivation realm that was not much different between himself and Zhao Tong now, it was difficult to measure, and he sighed secretly and released the breath of silence in his mandala Dharma realm.

The headless soldiers holding bone swords turned into powder one after another in the aura of silence until they were reduced to nothing. Zhao Tong's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak with a smile, but his face suddenly changed, and he said to Wuxu, "Come with me!" Then leaned over and flew towards the Yuandu below.

Wu Xuan frowned, and after a slight sense, his face changed, and he drove the lotus platform, followed by Zhao Tong. Wang Baobao and others, Zhu Yuanzhang and others also immediately stopped fighting and flew towards the Yuandu Palace.

The sound of fighting among the sergeants under the command of Wang Baobao and Zhao Tong came and went one after another outside, but in the Yuandu Palace, it was silent, and the two sides roughly took the Taiye Pool as the central buffer zone, divided into the north and south, and confronted each other. Wang Baobao's cronies and generals gathered in the Xingsheng Palace on the right side of the Taiye Pond and commanded the overall situation through the city gates such as Pingzemen and Heyimen, while Han Lin'er was guarded by a group of demon cultivators and settled in the Longfu Palace, which was close to the Xingsheng Palace. The reason why the high-level leaders of the two sides are not afraid of misfire and are so close is because the right side of the Taiye Pool is where the Imperial Palace Ouchi is located. This palace is the core of the core of the Yuan Court, and it is the place where the Yuan Emperors of the past dynasties lived, not only with many rare treasures, but also with the hub of the formation of the palace to suppress the dragon vein. Wang Baobao, Zhao Tong and others have an appointment in advance and want to enter together.

But at this moment, in the Daming Hall of the Imperial Palace, which had already been cleared and should have been empty, there were seven or eight demon cultivators, headed by a person wearing a purple gold Panlongguan, who was the third prince of the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, that is, Shen \ Changqi. He walked slowly with his hands behind his back, a faint sigh coming out of his mouth.

The dark mahogany pillars hugged by two people are shiny and shiny, like towering giant trees, and they seem to be still supporting Dayuan. Between the stone stairs of the majestic platform, there is a flying dragon hovering in the clouds, with five claws raised, looking at the four seas, and there is an eagle with wings on the left side above it, which looks like it is flying from the sky, covering the sky and the sun, and a pair of sharp claws are particularly prominent, faintly facing the head of the flying dragon.

On the majestic platform, the golden dragon chair is placed in the center, the long jade case in front is full of concerts, and the screen behind is crooked, and in the gap, a small door that is not closed can be faintly seen.

Suddenly, Shen Changqi slowly turned sideways, and his wandering gaze became sharp. Several black shadows emerged from the sky and flew in front of it. They pushed Baltsoda, who was dressed in dragon robes, to the ground, and Baltsoda stumbled to the ground, embarrassed. Shen Changqi didn't look at Balzoda with his hair scattered under his feet, but just looked at the people in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Where is the jade seal?"

The black shadows gradually appeared from the air, all dressed in black robes. On the left is an old man, barefoot, with a jade belt tied around his waist and a string of gourds in his hand; in the middle is an old man, with a huge gold-rimmed skull on his shoulders disappearing from time to time, his hands in his sleeves, and his slightly thin face, which is blue and white; on his right, stands an old woman with a hunched back, her black robe is like a shroud, her face is full of wrinkles, and her two small eyes are shrunk in the depths, emitting a faint green light.

I saw the old man in the middle, and said with a smile on his chin, "Third prince, why are you so anxious?"

\Shen\Changqi glanced at the old man, and said with a smile, "It turned out to be Uncle Ao Ming." ”

That \ Ao Ming came from the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea, but he has been cultivating the ghost road for many years, and now he has gone to Lushan Rakshasa Peak with the black dragon. For today's matter, Shen \ Changqi secretly sent a message to contact the Black Dragon Envoy, wanting the two families to join forces. Unexpectedly, the Black Dragon Envoy sent Ao Ming to take the lead. This Ao Ming, who is said to be a cultivator, has long reached the middle level of real people, and is said to be the first person under the true spirit on Rakshasa Peak.

\Shen\Changqi groaned and looked at Ao Ming and his left and right. Ao Ming also slowly glanced at Shen Changqi's side, he was very old, the clan was extremely senior, and he was suppressed in Hualongtan hundreds of years ago. Shen \ Changqi had previously received the blessing and protection of the Ghost Dragon Wentian Great Array in the Black Dragon Hall of the Dragon Head Peak of Dragon Bone Mountain, and transferred to the ghost path, so Ao Ming knew that, the dragon clan demon cultivators present were all very unfamiliar.

"This person has a deep grudge against the East China Sea Dragon Clan, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to get along with. Shen Changqi said secretly in his heart. Sure enough, after Ao Ming glanced around, he said coldly, "The dragon vein qi suppressed by the palace is not needed by my Rakshasa Peak ghost path monk, and the third prince can take it as much as possible." But the jade seal of the country was originally a thing of the former Song Dynasty, and the black dragon envoy asked us to bring it back to Rakshasa Peak. ”

The black dragon envoy Wen Tianxiang was originally the former prime minister of the Song Dynasty, and he had the feelings of the elderly, so it is reasonable to have this request. Moreover, this heirloom jade seal is not the jade seal of the other country, and the real heirloom jade seal carved by He's bi has long been lost in the Tang and Song dynasties. Shen Changqi couldn't imagine that after the conditions had been negotiated, he would still be so sideways, but then his thoughts turned around, and he nodded briskly, "It's just a trivial matter, why worry about it? But this heirloom jade seal is exactly what is used to open the golden light enchantment of the Great Sun of Lamaism." Please also ask Uncle Ao Ming to take it out, and let the juniors wait for the spell to be cast before returning it. ”

Ao Ming's eyes suddenly shot out a green and faint gaze, like substance, in the green light, two flying dragons that seemed to be real and illusory let out a low long groan, and finally, he fixed his gaze on the lowly and feminine woman beside Shen \ Changqi, and took a deep look, "I heard that the third prince did not die, and after he got out of trouble, he fell in love with a human woman who was like a flower and jade. ”

The Great Sun Golden Light Barrier of Lamaism is an extremely pure and domineering barrier in Buddhism. Back then, in order to seal the dragon vein, several True Spirit Great Monks and dozens of True Monks joined forces to cast this enchantment in the Mandala Dharma Realm. There is no way for a monk below the True Spirit to break it. Now, although there is the heirloom jade seal, the key to the enchantment hub, it is not something that Ao Ming or Shen \ Changqi can open casually by real ghost cultivators and real demon cultivators. That Ao Ming, after a glance at Miyukiko, thought that Shen \ Changqi had some secret method, with the help of the human body of the woman next to him, to bear the backlash. After saying it at the moment, Yin Yin smiled, took out the boxy jade seal from the long sleeve, and passed it to Shen Changqi.

"You also want to steal the qi of the Huaxia dragon vein?!" There was a clear and beautiful reprimand from the sky above the Daming Palace, and then there was a boom, Zhao Tong broke through the top, and a bone sword took the lead, and the shadow was like a cloud, and it flew towards the jade seal of the country.

Ao Ming raised his hand and a palm flew out, the yin wind gusted, the ghost aura carried the roar of the dragon, Shen \ Changqi rose up with both hands, waved out two claw shadows, swaying green smoke, one blocked Zhao Tong's white bone sword, and the other shrouded Zhao Tong's head from afar. was blocked by Wang Baobao and Wuxu respectively.

The jade seal of the country, under the impact of the spiritual power of the five people, was spinning.

Shen Changqi stopped the demon cultivator around him and gestured towards Ao Ming. Fang just fought each other, and it can be said that it is comparable. He swept Zhao Tong, Wang Baobao, Wuxu, Zhu Yuanzhang and others, threw off the gold-silk sleeve robe, took a step forward, and said in a rambling voice, "Qin loses his deer, and the world will chase it away." Ladies and gentlemen, when this king and his concubine open this Great Sun Golden Light Barrier, how about we wait for both sides to rely on their own abilities?"

"The third prince's words are wrong!" Wu Xuan had to stand up, "The so-called dragon vein qi, although it is helpful to cultivators like us, is limited after all, but it is related to the luck of hundreds of years in the world, and it is related to the common people in the world, especially hundreds of millions of Han people. We and other monks, fighting here and again, are we really not afraid, when the time comes, the heavens will open, and the heavens will punish you?"

Shen Changqi said with a smile, "Who in this hall is not a monk? Could it be that only the White Lotus Sect is allowed to cover the sky with one hand?" paused, "This king and the master, as well as Master Dorjee, are boating on the West Lake, and they have a good conversation, and they are still fresh in their memories when they listen to the master's lecture on Buddhism on Peach Blossom Island in the East China Sea. Has the master forgotten himself?"

The people in the hall looked at Wuxu sideways.

"Amitabha!" Wu Xuan chanted the Buddha's name, lowering his eyes and clasping his palms, "On that day, the little monk and Senior Brother Dorjee did promise not to interfere with the third prince's struggle for hegemony in the world. But the qi of this dragon vein belongs to the imperial power of the human race. The third prince, as the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, if he really wants to establish a country with the Demon Clan in this world, he should use the treasure of the Demon Clan as evidence, why should he rob the things of the Human Race?"

"Master Wuxu, this statement is unfair. The so-called dragon vein is the transformation of my dragon ancestors. I'm a member of the East China Sea Dragon Clan, why can't I come to take my own things?" said a dragon demon cultivator behind Shen Changqi angrily.

"If you want to fight, you need to fight, why bother talking!" Cui Juyan behind Zhao Tong suddenly burst out, his hands were drowned in a black cloud, and he killed the dragon demon cultivator who was questioning.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Wang Baobao glanced at each other, didn't know where to pull out a sword, three feet of Qingfeng, pointed at the barefoot ghost cultivator on Ao Ming's left, and shouted, "Barefoot Yama! Today, this king is going to ask you for the surging blood debt on Poyang Lake!" The barefoot ghost cultivator looked up to the sky and smiled, spewing out a thick ghost aura into the air, and countless unjust souls let out a terrible cry in it.

A scuffle, inevitable.

Wu Xuan to Ao Ming, Zhao Tong to Shen \ Changqi, Wang Baobao and Zhu Yuanzhang teamed up, against the barefoot Yama and the old woman, together with a monk who came with Zhu Yuanzhang, as well as the green witch Sang Quanfang and the killer Cui Juyan, and the East Sea Demon brought by Shen \ Changqi to fight together.

The small Daming Palace, then was defeated and withered, collapsed most of it, and the roof of the palace was all overturned. Everyone rose to the sky, each with his own means and his own magical powers. But I saw that the layers of bloody clouds above the Daming Hall were stabbed into a big hole, and countless brilliance vented down, turning into flames and venom, like a heavenly punishment after the killing. Huge swords and swords, intimidating invisible sound waves, and like a waterfall, dark and dull, unpredictable ghostly energy, like all kinds of off-the-fence monsters, fleeing to the world, wanting to choose people to eat.

The palace of Yuandu suddenly smoked and caught fire everywhere, and the panicked and miserable shouts came and went. Wang Baobao's confidant general in Longfu Palace, and Han Lin'er in Xingsheng Palace followed the demon cultivation, and both sides had already rushed out of the palace, looking up at the height of thousands of meters above the Daming Palace, which was almost all a fierce battle picture at the real level. The light and shadow flicker, the breath is vertical and horizontal, and it is not real. Anyway, Wang Baobao and Zhao Tong were summoned separately, and ordered the soldiers under their command to guard all the important places and strictly prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation to make trouble, which stabilized the morale of the army.

But afraid of something, so in the high altitude fierce people flew higher and higher, the two sides of the sergeants were busy everywhere to put out the fire, busy clearing the traffic jam, a water surface in the liquid pool was not calm, there appeared one whirlpool after another, a moment later, a gray dragon emerged from the water, paused slightly, with the help of the clouds and mist, flew towards a palace behind Ouchi.

This palace has no plaques, but looking at the smooth door handles and the many ritual utensils arranged on the eaves of the windows, it should be an important place that is often visited. This gray dragon flew here, transformed into a middle-aged man, and landed in front of the temple gate. This person was tall, and his face was terrifying, especially a pair of turquoise eyes, which seemed to have no trace of emotion, all indifference and murderous intent. He silently brushed open the door of the hall, greedily inhaled the breath that came to his face, and smiled evilly, "Tenglong Palace, my dragon dive is here again today." ”

In this palace, the exterior is richly decorated, but the inside is very simple, there is only a huge incense burner in the middle, and there are a few bright yellow futons on the side of the incense burner, and nothing else.

On the incense burner, there are three dragon-shaped handles, the dragon's tail is upside down like a sword, and the dragon's head roars to the sky. The incense burner covers the top, is a three-headed and six-armed statue of the Great Buddha Vajra, the skeleton is wrapped around the body, the feet are stepped on the karmic fire, and the hand holds a white bone sword, a vajra, a human bone staff, a prayer box, a blood bowl, a spear, and a broken intestine. The whole incense burner, as a whole, is hollowed out everywhere, and if you look closely, you will feel as if many secret handprints are overlapped. Inside the incense burner, there are wisps of golden light from time to time, which are transmitted from the hollow place, and in the gloomy palace, there is a mysterious halo, and there is a faint dragon shadow rising in the halo.

Long Qian, kicked open the incense burner and the bright yellow futon, solemnly looked at the incense burner for a while, and shouted in a low voice, "Nine Transformation Dragon Great \ Law!", turned into a half-dragon and half-human form, two dragon claws waved a mysterious pattern in the air, towards the incense burner top cover of the Great Mighty Vajra Buddha Cover, and then opened a mouth, facing the incense burner. A stream of pure dragon breath erupted.

In the incense burner, the surging golden light lit up, and instantly made a golden ball of light, and countless handprints appeared on its surface, flashing and looming in a complicated and mysterious trajectory, and there was a Sanskrit sound in the void. Immediately afterwards, a low dragon chant of vicissitudes sounded from the incense burner.

The dragon diving, seeing this scene, was extremely excited, and a large cloud of dragon breath spewed out. Suddenly, the golden light in the incense burner became more and more abundant, dazzling to the extreme, and the dragon's groan became louder and louder, soaring into the sky.

Suddenly, in the palace, a flash of golden light flashed, and it fell into darkness again. In the incomparable darkness, the dragon's groaning was still the same, and the dragon's groaning was mixed with an angry roar, which was the dragon's submersion.

The karma of resentment, which Lamaism really uses to imprison the dragon vein, was lured by the dragon dive and poured out like a tide from the seal of the incense burner.

That's right

In an instant, I can only gaze, and the Tao is different.

The body can't help but shoot, and the white bones are used as swords to express their hearts.