If the demon enters the body of a lifelong monk, it will be the same as when Hongren fought against a lifelong monk before, and the demon's control over a lifelong monk will only be better, and the body that has been used once before will naturally be more proficient for the second time.

And in fact, now Tang Qian's situation is the same as that of Monk Yanzhi, because the breath in Monk Yanzhi's body is not the breath of Buddhism, so he will be attacked by the moves of this huge temple Buddha statue, and if the evil demon enters the body of a lifetime, the evil demon has the confidence to hide his body in an instant, and completely accept the protection of the Buddhist mana of the lifelong monk.

Tang Qian will be pressed into meat sauce.

This time, Hongren had no way at all, because although his angry eyes King Kong could barely block his palm, he couldn't stop this Buddhist's own supernatural power, and the Dharma would only pass through him, and then continue to press Tang Qian.

Tang Qianshi pointed in the direction behind him, the iron sword that had just pulled Monk Yanhui up was now in front of the monk of life, the sword was inserted into the ground, this was the best block, the sword was very fast, the demon could barely stop, it didn't want to, it hurriedly stopped its body and flew quickly in another direction.

It also needs to avoid this seal, it doesn't want to die.

A lifelong monk actually has no mana now, so there is no way to use any Buddhist supernatural powers, and there is no way to let this Dharma seal pass through, and when the Dharma seal hits his body, it will be like hitting a mountain rock, opening a mountain and cracking a stone.

Tang Qian's hand held the sword at this time. His person was originally a few feet away, but he didn't know how he had come to the side of his life.

"What did the Buddha say, don't be too proud, or don't be happy too early?" Tang Qian didn't seem to see the Buddha seal on the top of his head where the golden light was getting stronger and closer.

A lifelong monk is not worried about the appearance of the Buddha seal on his head, he has no mana now, he can't fight, and it's still okay to talk about Buddhist scriptures: "Yes, from a Buddhist scripture from a monk in the Western Regions, I have talked about my Buddha ...... here" He really began to tell the story of the Buddha, and Tang Qian bent over, and the sword was still stuck in the ground.

The Buddha's seal reached the top of his head, so he had to raise his sword.

The sword doesn't move, and the Buddha seal can't move.

Under the urging of the temple Buddha's mana, the Dharma Seal was filled with golden flames, and the burning Tang Qian's beard and hair were scorched, and Tang Qian's black and unslick broken iron sword could still withstand it, as if it had not been affected by this terrible high temperature at all.

Tang Qian seemed to be holding a sword in one hand to block the closing heaven and earth.

Yan Hui's two Buddha seals have dissipated, and Yan Zhi, who was covered in blood, was exposed from it, the two Buddha seals just now have actually been completely closed, this Yan Zhi is not dead yet, but he doesn't look like a person at all now, his ribs are almost broken, and the monk's robe on his body has been burned off a lot by the flames of the Dharma and Selfless Seals.

Yan Hui's law seal can only have a very high temperature, and he doesn't even have a golden flame, so he can make a judgment from above.

So now Yan Zhi's upper body has no clothes, but his wound is not a "human" wound at all, it can be seen that his ribs have been inserted out of his body after being broken, and the flesh on his abdomen has almost been burned, even if this is the case, he is not dead, and his stomach should be the reason why he is nothing even if he is beaten by Yan Hui.

There is a strange creature curled up in Yan Zhi's stomach, it looks like a monster, but no monster has ever grown so ugly, Tang Qian thinks that he has seen a lot of monsters, but this thing is hiding in Yan Zhi...... It was the size of a baby, but its skin seemed to have been scalded by boiling water, full of swollen bubbles, dense, and even the eyes of this strange thing were a little invisible, it had no neck, and two things that were probably arms were deeply inserted into the flesh and blood of Yan Zhi.

"I think ......" Tang Qian figured it out almost instantly, those who had drunk the blood rice porridge would probably go through several stages, first being reversed by mana, then being controlled by the mind, and then this person was already completely the life contained in the blood rice porridge, which was slower than the ordinary seizure, but more effective.

The word effective naturally appeared in Tang Qian's mind, and for the first time he saw such a method, even if a monk entered someone else's body, he would not be adaptable, after all, it was like going to a new house, the decoration of the house always needed to be adapted, and the house could only be comfortable after sleeping for a while, and it was always not as comfortable as his hometown.

However, the means of blood rice porridge are more stable, they first grasp this new home, and then look at the current appearance of the original body from the body of the controlled monk, and the monk has always had the blessing of the root bone and other sayings, it seems that this kind of thing born from the monk's body again must be able to have a certain inheritance of the original root bone, and even add two by two to become stronger.

This method of occupying the body has almost no sequelae, which is the result of Tang Qian's thinking.

So he finished the sentence: "I want to ...... You don't have such a thing in your body, do you? ”

The face of a monk in his life has never been so bad: "If there is, you remember to help the poor monk hack this thing to death." "Don

Of course, this is a joke, Tang Qian can feel life from the thing that plays Zhi, and feels that this is actually what Yan Zhi really looks like, it is estimated that after a while, it will be able to survive alone, and it will completely kill Yan Zhi, get rid of Yan Zhi's old body, and then completely come back to life.

A monk in his life has not been affected by another demon to such a deep level, and it is estimated that if the demon kills his mind, wears out his soul, and completely controls it, it is estimated that the same thing will happen.

Monks are actually very afraid of death, sometimes monks want to seek immortality more than secular emperors, and they will die when their lives are counted, so there are so many secret methods such as seizing and giving up, and living to death, and some people have planted flowers with white bones, and even a white bone ghost has risen up, but how many memories of the original owner are on this white bone, it is unknown.

"And, mind, look! Elsewhere?" This huge voice came from the mouth of the temple Buddha, its mouth was actually not opened, but the sound was so loud that it was no less than the roar of the Buddhist lion, and the ground was shaking.

The Dharma of the Temple Buddha has not dissipated, but Tang Qian's hand is still very stable.

"What the hell are you?" the temple Buddha also wondered.

Tang Qian held his other hand weakly: "A person who speaks with a sword." The sword in his hand gradually disappeared, and a broken sword that was just as tattered appeared in his empty hand, only more narrow and long, like a pillar, blocking the Dharma seal and palm of the temple Buddha.

Tang Qian's people didn't know how to pass through the hands of the temple Buddha, like a gust of wind passing through the fingers.

Running on the huge arms of the temple Buddha.