A palm-sized wooden fish floats quietly above, shining with golden light, exuding the unique aura of Buddhism, like an old monk who has been in retreat for many years, once breaking through the wall.

Wuxu palmed his hands to the sky, holding it in vain, although he was physically and mentally exhausted, he felt the slightly cheerful divine thought of the true spirit of Sanskrit Muyu, and he was also happy in his heart. This divine thought, which was passed on to Wuxu alone, the person who personally helped him return to his position, contains complexity, not only has what he has seen and heard for hundreds of years, but also records some of the most basic imperial envoy methods of Sanskrit sound wooden fish.

Wu Xuan didn't have time to take a closer look, and a huge suction force suddenly came from behind him. The realm of the mandala of enlightenment could not help but manifest and shake endlessly. But it turned out to be the **** Ezuni Grand Lama and others, who joined forces to cast the Mandala Buddhas Sea Meeting/Dharma Realm, and forcibly merged with the Enlightenment Dharma Realm. The integration of the mandala Dharma realm originally required the consent of the master of the Dharma realm, but before, when the **** Eni Grand Lama and others continued to provide vast spiritual power to help the spirit of the Sanskrit sound wooden fish return to its place, they had already secretly planted spiritual guidance. At this moment, Sanskrit Wood Fish has just been born and manifested, and the **** Eni Grand Lama and others have all sacrificed out of the Dharma Realm to fuse the Enlightenment and Dharma Realm, but they are trying to rely on the connection between Wuxu and the spirit of the Sanskrit Wooden Fish to refine the Sanskrit Sound Wooden Fish.

How can they get their wish?! This is the unanimous opinion of the people.

It was another majestic spiritual power, like a mountain and a sea, with Wuxu as the center, all of them poured and crushed, and they all regarded Wuxu as a battlefield.

That Dao spiritual power, inside and outside the body, is like a sharp blade of the wind, without a trace of gentleness, Wuxu gritted his teeth and channeled these spiritual powers to the Sanskrit Muyu as much as possible. I saw that the Sanskrit wooden fish became bigger in an instant, flew to the top of Wuxu's head, and slowly rotated.

The Sanskrit sound wooden fish, the faster and faster, the brighter and brighter, to the later, above the head of Wu Xu, the area of one acre is full of golden light, and the crisp sound of the wooden fish resounded from the golden light from time to time. This swirling golden light was like a golden whirlpool, and those spiritual powers that came from all directions, whether good or evil, black or white, like mud cows entering the sea, were all sucked in.

All the people present were True Spiritual Monks, and after a while, they all stopped their hands.

The Sanskrit sound wooden fish, seeing that the monks withdrew their hands, suddenly turned into a golden light and sank into the lotus peak. The whole Lotus Dharma Peak, a shock, seems to have something breaking out of the body! Buddha light, Sanskrit sound, all around, more pure Buddha breath, rising everywhere, as a canopy cloud, as incense burner smoke.

Those ghost dragons of Rakshasa Peak retreated first. Subsequently, the non-lotus Dharma Peak Buddhist monks all flew out of the Lotus Dharma Peak.

Wuxu also took the opportunity to go incognito.

Sanskrit sound wooden fish was born, and the lotus peak was truly opened. This matter has come to an end for the time being. Of course, the ripples of this matter have been circulating in the Six Peaks and the Sea of Clouds for a long time. There are many discussions, there are different opinions, there are good things to make a rough statistics, in this incident, there are nearly 100 monks injured in the sea of clouds, more than 50 people died, after this incident, Lushan Lotus Peak, there are dozens of auspicious and even magic weapons have been born, the intensity of the aura has risen by one-third, the whole mountain has become more mysterious and majestic, and ordinary monks are more difficult to approach. Moreover, according to legend, Lushan Lotus Peak can control the Sanskrit Wooden Fish and attack at will. That day, the two real monks who came down from the Stargazing Sect outside the world, Li Bingcheng and Liang Xiaoru, seemed to have been killed by Wuxu with Sanskrit sound wooden fish, and three golden lights of Buddhism were bombarded and killed. Unlucky together, it seems that there is also Rakshasa Peak Lu Yeqing.

The so-called "approximate statistics" in the front are only a few words, but the "according to legends" in the back is a picture of sound and shadow. Wuxu wandered in the sea of clouds for a few days, passing through many places, and there were people in each place who were rumoring about these. Each of them said chiseledly, let the Buddha immerse themselves in the scene, witnessed it with their own eyes, and said that Wu Xuan coveted the relics of the Outer Heaven Buddha Gate that day, and followed in the shadows, first waiting for the people in the Demon Dao to take the lead and watch from the wall, and waited until the people of the Demon Peak and the Stargazing Sect were both defeated, and then they secretly sacrificed the Mandala Dharma Realm, and it happened that Lu Yeqing of the Rakshasa Peak passed by, and he was also poisoned by Wu Xu, and Li Bingcheng and Liang Xiaoru were trapped by the Mandala Dharma Realm, and then they were driven by Wu Xu, Sanskrit sound wooden fish, descended golden light, and all of them were killed.

On that day, he guided the spiritual power of many Buddhist true spirits to be cultivated, and they were continuously instilled into the Sanskrit sound wooden fish, helping their true spirits to return to their positions and manifest themselves in the world. But these three golden rays of light were inspired by the true spirit of the Sanskrit sound wooden fish itself, presumably because the spiritual power was instilled too violently, or it was to eliminate the heavenly tribulation before the birth. Besides, after exchanging Buddhist relics with Li Bingcheng, he heard the urgent summons from Master Yuanfa and left early, so how did he sacrifice the Mandala Dharma Realm, trap the three real monks who had cultivated to the depths, and then bring the golden light of the Buddha Gate from the Lotus Dharma Peak, thousands of miles away? You must know that almost the entire True Spirit Monks of Lushan Mountain watched on the Lotus Dharma Peak to help the true spirit of the Sanskrit sound Muyu return to its place. How could it be that it was still somewhere in the sea of clouds?。。 With so many flaws, what about the IQ of the people behind the rumors? What about the IQ of the people who spread the rumors?

Wuxu sat in a teahouse, listening to everyone's discussions, and sneered in his heart.

At this time, suddenly, a burst of laughter sounded outside the teahouse, and a graceful figure, like a breeze and a thin willow, flew in obliquely. The mutton fat-like arms, and even the thighs, loom under the thin, thin, and incomparably light black silk. But in the good spring, almost no one dared to look up. Because, the Immortal Envoy of the Imprisoned Demon Peak, Yang Yingrong, who doesn't know, how many people dare to see it?

What a Yang Yingrong! On that day, she attacked and killed Li Bingcheng and Liang Xiaoru, and she was the most positive, maybe she came up with the rumor that she would blame the trouble after the incident! Wuxu was about to get up and step forward.

Who knows, this Yang Yingrong's eyes turned, her slender waist swayed slightly, and she floated silently to a demon cultivator. This demon cultivator, with two horns on his head, hair all over his body is like thorns, if he counts carefully, on his exposed abdomen, he has seventy-seven and forty-nine abdominal muscles, and he looks very strong.

Enlightenment knew that this demon cultivator was the one who had been before, his feet did not touch the ground, his spit was flying, and he bragged to the surroundings about how he designed it, and killed the people of the Stargazing Sect and the Rakshasa Peak.

"It's you, you're here to confuse the public, what do you say Master Wuxu, insidious and despicable, shameless, and murderous?" Yang Yingrong, twisting her orchid fingers in her hand, exhaled like an orchid, and whispered softly.

Wu Xuan couldn't help but be angry, "insidious and despicable, obscene and shameless", did that demon cultivator just say? This is really pointing at the bald man and scolding the monk!

The majestic demon cultivator didn't know whether it belonged to a wolf or a tiger, but at this moment, it was indeed a cat, standing there, hanging his head, his waist was also soft, and he replied in a trembling voice, "Little nonsense, the immortal envoy is not strange." ”

Yang Yingrong, after hearing this, turned around and looked at Wuxu, as if smiling, "Cultivators, remember not to lie, let alone to make trouble out of nothing." I heard your words today, but it was nothing, it was just a slight reprimand, if my sister Zhao heard it, you would not die and have to peel off the skin. ”

The demon cultivator suddenly had his head like pounding garlic, and said yes repeatedly, and then crawled out of the teahouse. The rest of the people, seeing that the atmosphere was not right, also hurriedly dispersed.

In the teahouse, only Yang Yingrong and Wuxu were left looking at each other strangely. A moment later, Yang Yingrong suddenly smiled, raised her hands and danced her sleeves, twisted her waist and flew upside down, landing on a wide wooden bench, using it as a bed, supporting her head with one hand, her jade body was horizontal, and she stared at Wuxu.

Wu Xu, smiled, and recited casually, "The Mandala Great Joy Sutra has clouds, red powder is not skeletons, and the vacuum is wonderful. It's a pity that the little monk is stupid and only knows that color is emptiness, and emptiness is color. Otherwise, you can take a good look at Lord Yang's Heavenly Demon Yan Gong!" "Having said that, he had already sacrificed the Mandala Dharma Realm, and the Vajra Mi in his hand was born and died and the Righteous Buddha Bead was also floating.

Yang Yingrong stopped laughing and looked at Wuxu sadly, "What kind of grievance is there? You actually treat me like this, as soon as you meet, you will be murderous, and in a few words, you will face each other with swords?"

Wuxu sneered and was silent, this demon girl, Zhao Tong was most likely introduced to the demon path by her, and they met several times, all of them were yin and yang, and they were secretly murderous, this time the rumors circulating everywhere may also be spread by her, don't look at her just fake and sarcastically scolded the demon cultivator.

The mandala Dharma realm is full of teahouses, Vajra Mi is born and born righteous Buddha beads, like stars surging, Yang Yingrong's figure is faint, it seems to be real and illusory, all aspects are sufficient, and the Buddha is in the endless distance, and it seems to be in front of the eyes of Wuxu.

Even though it is the Heavenly Demon Shadow of the Great Freedom Palace, in the place of my Dharma Realm, under the Buddha beads, how can it come and go freely, and the shadow wanders leisurely!? Wuxu stood among the lotus flowers, his hands slowly sealed, and a trace of spiritual power lingered in his abdomen, rising from the Navel Chakra, following the central channel, passing through the Heart Chakra, and reaching the Vishuddhi Chakra, precisely to recite the mantra with a ******** roar.

Far away, Yang Yingrong spoke first. Her fragrant and ethereal figure appeared in all directions, disillusioned, circulating. Each figure emits a different note at the same time, either happy or sad, soft or sonorous, or seductive, or gloomy.

This kind of voice, combined together, is a poem of ecstasy and resentment:

The Heavenly Demon is by my side, and flying is the joy in my heart.

The peak is still infatuated with love, but I want more spring in the world.

In the teahouse here, in the mandala Dharma realm of enlightenment, there are ups and downs, fluttering, and melodious!

Wuxu immediately took a big step back, with a look of surprise on his face, and looked at the demon shadow in the opposite sky with great solemnity. This poem is made by himself at the beginning of the day, when he went to the Demon Peak at the beginning of the day, and Zhao Tong was in the midst of the black clouds, clasping hands and snuggling, and after the romance lingered, how could it be known by this Yang Yingrong? .

Suddenly, Wu Xu's face changed again, and he took a few steps back one after another, and the Dharma Realm shook, and the Righteous Buddha Bead also fell on his wrist because of the birth and death of a Vajra Mi. Wuxu's face suddenly became a little hideous, and with a hint of fear, he stared at Yang Yingrong who was lying on the wooden bench opposite.

Yang Yingrong, her face was pale, but there was a faint hint of flushing, she raised her head slightly, and looked at Wuxu with resentment.

"Is it you? No! No way!" Wuxu's face suddenly became unreal in Yang Yingrong's eyes.

A mouthful of dirty blood spurted out from Yang Yingrong's lips, with a fishy smell, drifting into the air, dissolving into one and entangled with the clouds and fog, wind and rain between the two.

"I took a bite of you that day, and now I have paid it back. Yang Yingrong suddenly spurted blood with a big mouthful, and said to Wuxu with a smile.

On that day, when I first went to the Demon Peak, I was worried about Zhao Tong, could it be that I was really in a trance, and I was tempted by this witch with a fantasy, mistook him for Zhao Tong, and then did that kind of thing?

Wuxu suddenly thought that the pearl that day was broken by himself, without a trace of Buddha's breath, and he was also suspicious, and asked loudly at Zhao Tongyuan's back. And after that day, Zhao Tong avoided himself. The heart turned over the river and the sea, and when it came to the mouth, it was already bitter.

"You demon girl!" Wu Xu, suddenly roared, and flew towards Yang Yingrong, holding one palm high, and the Buddha beads in her wrist sounded.

Yang Yingrong lowered her head, coughing up blood, her hair was scattered on her shoulders, her breath was shriveling, and she seemed to be dozens of years old all of a sudden.

Wu Xu, a single palm like a sword, on the top of Yang Yingrong's head, emitted a dazzling golden light, but after all, it was gone. Wuxu hung his hand weakly, stumbled, and took a few steps back in panic.

After a moment, Wuxu stabilized his mind and said in a deep voice, "You can go." After a pause, he said in a slightly depressed tone, "Don't tell lies in front of real people, your injuries are not caused by me, and you don't have to pretend to be pitiful in front of me." ”

Just now, Wu Xuan made a move, although some of the spiritual strength hit Yang Yingrong, but it was impossible to make her cough up blood so much. Most of them were seriously injured when they besieged and attacked and killed Li Bingcheng and Liang Xiaoru. Wu Xuan said secretly in his heart.

Cluck. Yang Yingrong raised her head suddenly, and sneered vaguely at Wuxu, who had a cold face.

"Bengong, do you need to pretend to be pitiful in front of you? Kill me with one palm, anyway, I have already been hit by the golden light of the great sun of your Buddha Gate!"

Wuxu frowned, looked at Yang Yingrong who looked crazy in front of him, was silent for a moment, and said, "Unreasonable!" and was about to withdraw.

Who knew that Yang Yingrong was flying in front of her like a ghost, her hair was scattered, her face was pale, her mouth was bloodstained, and her eyes looked straight at Wuxu, which seemed to be extremely empty, and seemed to be about to erupt at any time.

"What the hell do you want!" Wuxu's scalp was swollen and he was about to go crazy, he lowered his voice, gritted his teeth, and asked fiercely!

"I'm dying soon, send me down to Lushan, I'm going to die on the snowy mountain!" Yang Yingrong also lowered her voice, but her tone was very tangential, glaring at Wuxu fiercely, like a shrew.

"Or, you'll slap me to death!"

"I'd rather die in the hands of you bald donkeys than fall into the hands of Zhao Tong and Xuanjizi!"

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Wu Xuan silently recited the "Prajna Honey Sutra" in his heart, put his palms together, and let Yang Yingrong cry and make trouble, and her figure gradually faded into the mandala realm.

Yang Yingrong, looking at the empty teahouse, was silent for a moment, then raised her head and a high blood arrow spewed out, and her body fell directly.

Count the plum blossoms and scatter, and cover the ground with black gauze.

In the void, a Buddha horn sounded, and Wu Xuan went and returned, and walked out with a complicated expression.

Exactly

The heart of the battlefield is like a prison, and the rumors are difficult to defeat the witch's language.

At the beginning, the light and shadow lingered, and the blood was like rain after reciting love poems.