The black clouds in the sky began to roll and rotate rapidly, and countless thunderbolts contained in them loomed, and the huge cloud vortex began to slowly circle and hang down from the height of the sky with the momentum of the black clouds crushing the city.

Suddenly, a point of light lit up in the center of the cloud vortex, bigger and bigger, brighter and brighter, and a grand lightning bolt pierced the sky, smashing accurately into the peak, followed by a deafening huge roar, the sky trembled, and the beasts were terrified.

The first thunderstorm has struck!

The Hanging Temple Mountain Protection Array caught the Hongda thunder, and the ripples on the colorful cover wall trembled.

At tea time, the light in the whirlpool rose again, and two tribulation thunderbolts of the same scale as before fell violently.

The huge thunderstorm exploded in the sky above the peak, like a huge firework that burst into flames, and the golden fireworks splashed in all directions, falling slowly like tassels. The electric light on the wall of the array cover is galloping, which is magnificent.

"Is there any end to it?"

Sen Luo looked at the swaying and trembling color mask in the sky, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

"How many thunderbolts are there? Is this thing reliable on your head?"

"The clouds are 100 miles away, and the solitary volley is in the sky, it should be a nine-fold flying ascension. As for the Hanging Temple's Colorful Xia Lan Array, can it resist all the heavenly tribulations. I don't know. ”

Lanshan is well-read, and he has long dabbled in the Heavenly Tribulation, but he doesn't know much about the Xia Lan Array, and it is not easy to make judgments.

As the thunder became more and more frequent, the Xialan array shook more and more intensely, and the thunder was rolling, and the colors were bursting.

As the center of the Heavenly Tribulation, the peak is even more shocking.

The yellow dog, who didn't know where he had run before, appeared from the mountain road with his head down, trotted to Wuxiang's side with his tail between his legs, rubbed his monk's robe with his nose, and lay down close to him, his body still trembling.

Seeing this, he patted the dog's head lightly to show reassurance.

The thunder in the sky has stopped for a while, and the next thunderbolt is brewing. The peak fought for a moment of silence and tranquility.

A soft sound of "pop!" came from the lotus pond, which was particularly abrupt.

Everyone looked at it, a purple lotus, the petals began to wither piece by piece, and the crisp branches began to wither visibly, and finally it was weak and difficult to support, and the flower head fell into the water.

From the top of the peak, the pillar of light that went straight to the sky was much dimmer, and the squeaky sound began to be heard in the sky from the Yunlan Great Array, and the streamer swayed more and more chaotically.

Wuxiang Zen Master glanced at the Xia Lan Light Array that was about to fall in the distance, waved his hand to scatter the flowing colors, and the pillar of light that supported the large array began to slowly collapse, turning into countless purple fluorescents and falling one after another, without the protection of the Yun Lan Array, the entire peak was completely exposed to the Heavenly Tribulation.

"It's time to continue to cower under the big array, and it will be insatiable. You can't break the root of the Hanging Temple. ”

The old monk looked at the pool of wilting lotus flowers, shook his head and smiled bitterly, for a long time, he slowly exhaled a long breath, a little relieved, but the furrow on his face was much deeper.

"Come on, let the old monk think about it, how many catties and taels is in this heavenly tribulation!"

A hundred-foot tall golden Dharma appeared in the air, the Buddha Buddha light body, the form is solemn and complete, serene and benevolent, and the eyes of all beings are wide. The right finger points to the heavens, which is called the "Fearless Seal" to remove the suffering of sentient beings, and the left finger to the ground, which is called the "Wish Seal" to bless the happiness of the common people.

The seventh thunderbolt carried the power of heaven and earth and crashed into the Buddha. The big Buddha shook a few times to stabilize his body, but the golden body was covered with white arcs that rattled and never retreated.

The cuffs and legs of the Wuxiang monk's robe showed a few signs of scorching at this time, and the corners of his mouth began to ooze pale gold blood.

"Uncle!"

Nan Sheng was at a critical time, and he lacked skills, but he witnessed the tragedy of Wuxiang, but he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't help but scream sadly.

"It's okay, you have to keep your heart still, have no distractions, don't think too much about him, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted, and only in vain. ”

Nan Sheng didn't dare to be careless when he heard this, so he hurriedly gathered his mind, absorbed the energy of the reincarnation formation with peace of mind, and constantly repaired the vitality in his body.

"Hehe, it's interesting, Nan Sheng found another way to practice Buddhism, and actually cultivated him into a saint golden body realm, and he wanted to soar, wishful thinking. Let me add more firewood, and simply make this sky burn more vigorously. ”

Jing Qingzhen looked at the majestic golden Dharma with a complicated expression, and his face was dark. A touch of purple light flashed in his sleeve, and he soared for nine days.

As soon as the measuring ruler entered the clouds, it was like oil entering boiling water, and the entire cloud vortex boiled, and the clouds were surging, and the lightning was bursting, and the thunder was rumbling.

"Jingqing, that old bastard, finally couldn't help but make a move. Sen Luo watched the changes in the clouds, and his expression was gloomy.

Lan Shan was about to step forward, but was frozen by a look from the faceless eyes, and the old monk slowly shook his head, "The time is not right." ”

Arashiyama nodded, retreated to his place, and the jade pendant he was holding in his hand was carefully hung back on his waist.

The Eighth Tribulation Thunder brewed for a longer time, and the momentum was naturally more grandiose, dozens of lightning dazzling thunderbolts spit out from the center of the whirlpool, and the lightning bolts were connected to each other, forming a network of thunder and lightning within a radius of dozens of miles, heading towards the great Dharma sumo.

A deafening roar came from high in the sky, and the rolling thunder net met the light of the Buddha, and collided with each other, stirring up a flood of light, as if a second sun had been ignited in the sky.

"All actions are impermanent, all laws have no self, and Nirvana is silent. Wuxiang muttered softly.

The hundred zhang Dharma Xiang hands folded and raised above his head, the protective Buddha light was all withdrawn in the body, allowing those majestic thunder nets to pass through the palms, and the thunder was all over the Dharma Phase, like the pearl agate dotted on the robe, the lightning was agitated, the light and extinguish were uncertain, and the big Buddha treasure was more solemn.

"I want to become a Buddha on the ground, and I am delusional. Jing Qing snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and a slender black firefly bloomed from his fingertips, and he came to the Great Dharma Minister in an instant. Plunged into a millstone-sized mass of thunder.

The dense thunder net was like a firecracker that had been ignited, crackling and exploding.

The Buddha's Dharma Appearance still has a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes are compassionate, but at this time he looks a little embarrassed and a little hideous. The surface of the Golden Buddha began to crack piece by piece, and the vertical and horizontal scars meandered all over the body, and there were constantly mountains of flesh and blood peeling off, falling to the world, but before they could land, they turned into Yuan Qi moisturizing things silently.

"Master!"

"Ancestor!"

Wuxiang's whole body was cracked at this time, like porcelain that had been broken and put back together, and the appearance was extremely miserable. Arashiyama and Sen Luo looked at the Wuxiang Zen Master in astonishment, and couldn't help but shout in surprise.

"Don't panic, although the old monk is dead and dead, he still has some strength. ”

Blood no longer oozes from the wounds of the Zen Master Wuxiang, and the cracked wounds are all over the body like a baby's mouth. His face was calm, and he raised his scarred fingers and slid them between his eyebrows, and a purple-gold vertical eye appeared between his eyebrows.

The miserable Fa Xiang hanging in the air also showed a purple heavenly eye.

The cracked Dharma phase no longer strips off the flesh and blood, and the originally kind and kind treasure phase has also begun to change.

The big Buddha had two threaded horns on his forehead, his eyes were red, his fangs were bulging, and his golden body was covered by a layer of fine black scale armor. Four additional arms were born between the ribs, and a total of six arms opened upwards at this time, and a thunderbolt with a radius of dozens of miles fell in his hand.

The Asura Dharma Aspect suddenly sank dozens of zhang before he stabilized his body, and the thunder and tumbling in his palm consumed countless flesh and blood.

That Shura was also fierce and abnormal, opening his mouth to bite the thunder on his head, the lightning between his lips and teeth was staggered, and he saw a large mouthful of thunder being swallowed by him, and there was a roar of thunder in his stomach.

"Asura! Finally meet again! It's getting more and more interesting. ”

A Dharma image, which was also 100 feet tall, appeared from the foot of the mountain. Wearing a fishtail crown on his head, dressed in a purple gold robe, his eyebrows and eyes were no different from Jing Qing's, and he held a sword dozens of zhang long in his hand.

That Shura was busy dealing with the thunder in his palm, and he didn't check it for a while, and cut off his arms after being surrounded by Jing Qing, Shura's eyes were wide open, obviously easy to be provoked, and he screamed in his mouth, and pulled out a heavenly thunder and lightning whip and swept towards Jing Qing's waist.

Jing Qing's body was not burdened, and he naturally moved flexibly, and the Shura stopped trying to attack after a few futile attempts, and turned around to devour the heavenly thunder one by one.

Jing Qing was ignored by the man, obviously a little angry, and stepped forward again, waving the sword in his hand and taking Shura's head directly.

That Shura didn't hide, let the sword come to take the head, let go of his hands, quickly turned around and firmly hugged Jing Qing, the majestic and magnificent heavenly thunder smashed into the two of them, it was actually the same way of fighting.

Jing Qing kept keeping the magic sword in his hand, and the head of the Shura was cut off by a sword. At the same time, Jing Qing bowed down and shrunk his shoulders, and put the headless Shura wrapped around him on his back, seeing that he couldn't dodge, he had to grit his teeth and carry the remnants of Shura's body, and took a hard thunderbolt blow.

Rumble~

The law phase and the heavenly thunder shattered one after another, the huge explosion produced a dazzling light, the huge Qi ring burst violently, setting off a violent hurricane, and the dense clouds in the sky pulled and stirred, turning into clouds, and the sky was clear again.

The soft and warm light of the sky came to the world again, hitting the shattered Dharma in mid-air, as if a god was in the world.

"It's all coming to an end, and I said I was going to kill you with my own hands. Half of Jing Qing's Dharma Minister's body had turned into nothingness, and he lowered his head to look at the half-cut magic sword in his hand, and suddenly felt a little sad.

"Now, it doesn't seem to be interesting. ”

"We are ready to go up the mountain. Jing Qing coughed a few times, waved his hand to retract the Faxiang, and turned to leave.

Lin Xi's sharp eyes saw the blood stains on the back of Jing Qing's hand, his face was silent, he greeted Qingyunzi, got up and quickly caught up.

......

The last heavenly thunderbolt exploded in the air, and although the momentum was terrifying, it had little impact on the ground.

Except for a few thatched huts collapsed on the peak, and some branches and leaves were dropped, there was no other loss.

Leaning on Sen Luo's arms weakly, although the seven orifices were bleeding and the flesh and blood of the whole body were blurred, there was no pain on his face, but he was extremely happy.

"Happy!"

"The Ancestor is mighty. Senro nodded tearfully.

"How's Nansheng?"

"Arashiyama is here to help him recuperate, and he will come up to see you later. ”

"Good. ”

The past is magnificent, vivid, and illusory.

He closed his eyes and smiled, and passed away suddenly.

......

"Uncle Shi, may you die a well-deserved death and die in bliss. ”

Abbot Zhiran stood in front of the window and sighed, there was a jar under the window, and seven lotus flowers bloomed in the water, five bloomed, one was about to open, and one withered.

"It's clear!" Zhiran looked at the huge lotus bone with relief in his eyes, and threw the Zen staff in his hand towards the sky, and the colorful glow scattered, and the sky light fell on the mountain.