"Amitabha. A melodious Buddha horn.

Nagarjuna's holy monk Buddha lowered his eyebrows and said slowly: "Daoist friends are reasonable, but how innocent are the lives of the 30,000 people in this city?"

Dai Daojin squinted his eyes and looked at the monk, to be honest, as he said before, his copper coffin lock the city this time was a test of this heaven and earth, to see how deep the impact was, and in the end only one Buddha came, which surprised him a little, in his expectation, at least three or four.

He understood at this time that he had overestimated his influence and underestimated this mysterious world.

How small are people.

Sighing, Dai Daojin vaguely guessed that this Huang Zidao person must be in the depths of the situation, his luck was shocking, and the impact was so far-reaching.

As for this Buddhist holy monk, he really has great compassion, all because he killed a city of creatures, and wanted to practice vajra methods, and this trip is all for the purpose of destroying demons.

Dai Daojin ignored the monk's question, this kind of question is said again, you say your reason, I say my reason, everyone is not a naïve teenager, the heart is clear, adhere to their own way, and how many words can you listen to?

He asked rhetorically: "Monk, if you want to kill people, you don't want to do it?"

Monk Nagarjuna is another Buddha horn, covered in golden light and generous. Where the Taoist is, it is also a purple qi surging, hidden into an edict.

The people of the three sects in the realm of land immortals have always been the best at stealing the power of heaven and earth for their own use, Taoist edicts, leading thunder, cleansing the world's filth, Buddhism knotting mudras, drinking mantras, and suppressing the charm and ghost.

In the sky, the dark clouds were thicker, and there was a faint sound of thunder.

Dai Daojin looked up at the sky, the Yuan Shen traveled thousands of miles out of the body, it was expected by him, these heavenly people will definitely not be able to be present, and the combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, if there are four or five people, then he will have to fight hard.

"Boom ......"

Huang Zidao's eyes were full of purple light, and the purple qi in front of him swam in wisps, instantly becoming a talisman.

Dai Daojin saw clearly, the talisman seal used by the other party was somewhat like the Shenxiao Wanying True Talisman in the "Qingwei Yuan Thunder Sutra", in his gaze, the purple talisman enlarged and blurred, reflecting in the air.

Almost instantly, the thick purple thunder kinks converged, forming a thunder pillar, ready to attack, as if it was about to descend on the catastrophe of the destruction of the world.

He was a little surprised in his heart, this person is really not simple, you must know that the door thunder method is mostly the integration of inside and outside, that is, it talks about the cultivation of thoughts, gods, and inner dan, and also talks about praying for fasting and spells, and the spirit and spirit correspond to heaven and earth, that is, with my qi with the qi of heaven and earth, and with my god with the god of heaven and earth. Only in this way can we call for wind and thunder, ask for rain and rain, and seek sunshine and sunshine, and be invincible.

Obviously, the Huang Zi Dao man in front of him, who was out of his body, had already gone extremely far, very high.

And the big Buddha, the action is much simpler, with the hand seal, the hands are bound, the two thumbs and the two little fingers are vertically integrated, the two middle fingers are buckled, and the eyebrows are lowered. But when the seal was completed, the void shook, and Taichuan City shook carefully, and this monk seemed to be able to shake Kunlun Mountain.

Dai Daojin's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, these two people are on their own paths, and they have not lost to their predecessors, combining heaven and earth with their own bodies, and leveraging the power of heaven and earth.

"Whirring ......"

The thunder gathered into a pool and turned into a sea of thunder, and the boundless thunder seemed to be about to pour into Taichuan City.

"Boom ......"

"Boom...... Boom ......"

It is like the heavens and the earth are angry, and the thunder god is angry.

And on the ground, the golden Buddha raised his hand, as if he had lifted Taichuan City, and the ground shook.

Dai Daojin stood on the bronze coffin, the black robe grinned, the straw rope that bound his hair fell, and the white hair flew, reflecting the pale face, his expression was solemn, and his dark eyes reflected the golden Buddha and the boundless thunder sea.

The true qi in his body is like a great river, rushing and roaring, his mind is silent and nebula, and the huge spiritual power has long been locked in this heaven and earth, embedded in the void.

Dai Daojin whispered in his heart: "The wind is up......"

The wind did rise, a slight wisp of wind, soaring, turned into a tornado, dark clouds gathered, heavy rain poured down, the earth shook, the earth dragon turned over, the city wall of Taichuan City collapsed, and the road was destroyed. There was lightning striking wood and making a fire, and the fire covered half of Taichuan City with the help of the wind, and even the heavy rain could not be extinguished.

The heavens and the earth are no longer dark, but as day.

On the hillside, Xu Xiao and the others turned pale, I don't know if it was the thunder and fire in Taichuan City in the distance, or other reasons, they stared blankly at the scene of annihilation.

In the end, the thunder pool toppled and the Buddha seal struck.

"Boom ......"

"Bang ......"

Countless purple thunderbolts fell into Taichuan City, and the bricks and wood of the houses were first smashed into pieces, and then the thunder fell again, and the pieces turned into powder, and the thunder swept again, and the powder disappeared.

In ancient times, there was a plough court to sweep the holes, and today it is even worse.

The earth sank, the dark river gushed out, and in a few breaths, the vicissitudes of the sea, Taichuan City disappeared, the water was agitated, and there was an ocean left.

Huang Zidao saw all this in front of him, his brows furrowed, he was just a talisman edict thunder, this boiling power of "heaven and earth, mountains, wind, thunder, water and fire" was actually used by the black-robed person.

The spiritual power probed carefully, and the tumbling and turbulent flood did not see the black-robed man at all, and the Huang Zidao man's brows furrowed even deeper.

The golden light of the big Buddha over there flickered, and the old monk looked at this scene, which was also a little unexpected, sighed secretly, folded his hands, and sang a Buddha horn. Then, the golden light of the Buddha dimmed, and it seemed to be about to dissipate and leave.

Huang Zidao did not communicate with the old monk from beginning to end, and at this moment, he looked at the great monk who was about to leave, and he also did not speak.

"Buzz ......"

The golden Buddha, which was about to disappear, suddenly shone brightly, and the old monk smiled bitterly: "Donor, good means." ”

He had just returned to the Yuan Shen and found that there seemed to be an invisible barrier around him, and he couldn't get out for a while.

Huang Zidao's eyes flashed, the purple qi was vast, and he also sensed the abnormality, looked down, and saw that below, the wind was howling and miserable, the fire was still burning, the heavy rain was still endless, in the sky, the fine thunder was still flickering, and the earth was sinking into a lake, which was still continuing, and it seemed to form a cycle.

Heaven, earth, mountains, rivers, wind, thunder, water, fire, the eight powers, each other and restrain each other.

This cycle seems to have broken away from this world and become a small world of its own, cutting off the connection with the big world outside, and also cutting off the opportunity for these two land immortals to steal the power of heaven and earth.

Sure enough, the Big Buddha and the Yellow Purple Daoist no longer wasted their strength, contracted themselves, the purple qi no longer overflowed, and the Big Buddha turned into a thin old monk.

Although the two were cautious, their faces were as usual, obviously each had their own means, and they were confident that they could get out.

Hidden in the underground dark river, Dai Daojin also knew that he couldn't kill these two guys for a while, it was really a trip to the Yuan Shen, and a thought could travel thousands of miles in an instant, far away, unless he had a special means for the Yuan Shen, he would kill with one blow.

If there is a real body, it is still possible to turn it into a rootless Ping and kill it.

But if you don't come and go, Dai Daojin is not willing to suffer, the two of them made their own moves, and he had to return the color.

Suddenly, this small world began to shrink slowly.