"Stop!"

The abbot of Xiangji Temple Puding pointed to the ground on his toes, and jumped into the air in the direction of Duanmu Jing, with an elegant body.

The pu fan in the hand of the ghost of Xuan Feng karma, with a slight wave, a small cyclone, flew out from the tip of the pu fan, after taking off the fan, it became several times larger in an instant, turned into a snake, and the momentum was like a rainbow, and the Puding group was in it, unable to move, and blew him back hard.

Although Li Bing and the others didn't know what tricks Duanmujing had, Abbot Puding was so panicked, compared to the three karmic ghosts in front of him, stepping forward to stop it was the top priority.

The blue-faced ghost is dead, and Rimai's bronze long stick and the pair of Yingye ghosts are fighting.

Seeing the thunder and lightning slashing on the small jade mirror treasure bottle, Li Bing couldn't control his true qi anymore, his brows twisted, he held the sword in his backhand, and the sword body of Tao Jian flowed out of black true qi.

Looking at his cheeks, three black blood vessels were completely revealed.

It is also a black aura, this true qi is not as cold as the yin qi on the karmic ghost, but it has a momentum of "destruction".

His body was much faster, and as soon as his feet moved, the Cloud Choking Sword Soul stopped in front of him.

Li Bing was a sword flower, and the two black breaths met, and the yin qi on Young Master Guo's body was instantly swallowed by the Xuanming true qi on Li Bing's sword, and with a sword in his hand, he actually sucked away the yin qi on the sword soul by three points, which even Li Bing didn't expect.

After two more rounds, a blow of the crescent shovel stopped the sword soul of the choke, Li Bing was empty, the wind was under his feet, and the tip of the sword turned to attack Duanmu Jing.

The Xuanfeng Karma Ghost was another serpentine whirlwind, and Li Bing's body technique was several times faster under the urging of Xuanming's true qi, leaning over and dodging sideways, easily dodging.

Without waiting for the karmic ghost to make another move, Li Bing had already circled to Duanmu Jing's side, and the black light of Tao Jian bloomed.

"The stars arch north!"

He slashed at Duanmu Jing's throat with a sword, but was blocked by a large cymbal.

"Bang!"

A large cymbal blocked Li Bing's sword, and almost at the same time, another big cymbal slapped him on the chest.

Li Bing flew upside down for more than two zhang and hit the ground with his sword, barely stabilizing his figure.

This big cymbal is not only powerful, but also contains the power of thunder and lightning. As soon as he hit a move, Li Bing's body was numb, even though his true qi was full, he still couldn't use his strength, and it was difficult to perform the move just now.

After two breaths, in Duanmu Jing's hand, the original dark blue jade mirror treasure bottle had turned red, and a circle of spells was constantly coming out of the bottle under the bombardment of thunder and lightning.

In the courtyard of Xiangji Temple, people who know the origin of this bottle are afraid that they can count it on one hand, and the abbot of Puding is one of them.

According to legend, during the Eastern Wei Dynasty (Northern and Southern Dynasties, about 200 years ago), one of the seven major factions of Taoist Kunlun Mountain, "Tianyong City" inexplicably produced a monster, turning the entire Kunlun Mountain upside down.

The Kunlun Mountains are one of the sacred mountains of Taoism, and there are more than 50 sects in the mountains, and the largest seven sects are called the Kunlun Seven Sects.

After this monster was born, all the Kunlun sects sent elites to besiege and kill it. But no matter how many injuries this monster has suffered, it can always heal itself, and no matter how advanced the Dao method is, it can't destroy it.

In order to eliminate the disaster, the city lord of Tianyong refined three "treasure bottles" with "Taiyi Colored Glass", and wanted to combine the power of the seven factions of Kunlun to seal it.

After three days of hard fighting, I finally got the opportunity to try the seal for the first time, and it was successful.

Although the disaster was over, the Tianyong City Lord was worried that this monster was too powerful, and once it was opened again, the consequences would be unimaginable, so he invited the other six families of Kunlun Mountain to gather, and each gate set seven seals on the treasure bottle.

In total, there are seven seven and forty-nine seals.

Although the seven major sects of Kunlun Mountain belong to the same Daomen, their methods are different. With such a fortification, no one can rely on the Dao method of their own sect to break the seals of other sects. Even if the vase falls into the hands of someone with bad intentions, it is relatively safe.

After the calamity, the three vases were guarded by the "Jade Mirror Kunlun", the head of the fifty gates of Kunlun Mountain, and the other two vases were also put together in case of accidents, and the name of the vase also became "Jade Mirror Vase", which was known to future generations.

As for how the three vases arrived in Duanmu Jing's hands two hundred years later, I don't know. Just looking at his seal-breaking technique, it is definitely not the Kunlun Seven Families Dao Technique, but the power of the heavenly thunder to destroy the seals one by one. I don't know if this is a study of Manfudong.

"Nine Heavens Xuansha, Immeasurable Immortal Venerable, Huanghuang Tianwei, Shattered Seal True Law!"

Duanmu Jing held the treasure bottle above his head, the thunder and lightning continued to bombard, the seals were peeled off one after another, and countless fragments of hyphenation floated around the treasure bottle. The dark blue bottle first turns light red, and as the seal falls off, it gradually turns a bright crimson.

Rimai slammed a stick on the head of the ghost of Yingye, and said in his heart: Finally solve another one.

was about to rush to Li Bing's aid, but he saw that the evil face that had collapsed actually grew back from the middle of the chest of the Ying Ye ghost.

The Eclipsed Ghost's arms swung their splendor again, stopping in front of Himai, a giggling giggle erupted from the ghost's face.

Rimai rolled out again, and suddenly in the direction of Chang'an behind him, there was a loud howl, and the thick beast roar was mixed with a sharp dragon groan.

"Roar~!"

The sharp dragon chant was so fierce that the three hundred monks who fought fiercely couldn't help but look back at Chang'an.

"Not good!" The abbot of Ximing Temple Jingshan naturally knew what was going on, but he had no time to care, and with a long punch to repel the approaching ghost, he looked at his uncle, Master Qingyan.

But Qingyan is also too busy to take care of himself, where can he still manage the affairs of Ximing Temple.

Rimai, who was in the middle of Luan Zhan, also took half a step back, and his brows, which had been stretched, suddenly wrinkled, and his face was ugly, even when Duanmu Jing summoned the four karmic ghosts just now, he was not so dignified.

But the big battle was imminent, so he swept away the sword soul of the choking cloud with a stick, turned around and stabbed the ghost in the chest, and pierced his grimace again.

But this grimace has just been shattered, and a new face has grown on the belly of the Eroding Ghost. The double axle in his hand did not stop for a moment, and almost injured Rimai.

You can't go around and around, and you can't beat it, even if Rimai's kung fu is extremely high, there is nothing you can do about this thing that can't be killed.

"The universe is uncertain, beam!"

A half-foot copper ring flew in, cleverly encasing the twin axes in it at the same time, sliding down the weapon to the wrist of the Eclipse Ghost, suddenly becoming smaller, binding his hands and unable to move.

The Eclipse Ghost was just about to withdraw, a fat monk, seizing the opportunity, flew down on the back of the Eclipse Ying Ye Ghost, and the "dumb mallet" in his hand was raised high, and suddenly fell, knocking the two-zhang tall Eclipse Ghost to the ground.

The number of ghosts has decreased, and the second wave of people who rushed to help has also arrived—Xiancheng and Buxiang are among them.

The three karmic ghosts were gradually supported. Li Bing saw that the spell on the treasure bottle in Duanmu Jing's hand had become sparse, and there were only a few left.

To a moon bottle!

The Tao Sword in his hand exuded an even more intense black aura, like the sword of the Cloud Choking Sword Soul, but the level of fierceness seemed to be immature, and the power was less than one-tenth. In a duel with a master of swordsmanship, Li Bing also has benefits.

The bronze long stick in Rimai's hand also bloomed with a turquoise light.

The two of them attacked one left and one right, and Duanmu Jing was unavoidable. It only takes a moment to cut him into three knots.

"Boom!!"

As soon as the two of them got closer, the last thunderbolt fell on the treasure bottle, and the bottle burst, and a fierce air explosion blew everyone around!

At the location where Duanmujing was just now, the grass and trees were burned, the floor tiles were blown into dust, and within ten zhang, they were all scorched earth.

Rimai, Li Bing, Xiancheng, Buxiang, shovel monk and several others, who were closest to Duanmu Jing, were bombarded by a huge shock wave and fell twenty zhang away.

Li Bing's bones all over his body were blown up in severe pain, even if he just wanted to stand up, he couldn't do it. Looking at Duanmu Jing and Young Master Guo in the distance, their clothes were blown into strips of cloth and fell to the ground. Of the few people in the middle just now, only Rimai barely stood up.

Such a small bottle has such great power.

The blue jade mirror vase shattered, and a dark red flame flew out of it, churning and rising, rolling bigger and bigger, the red gradually became lighter, but it was brighter, and even the thunderclouds in the sky burned bright red.

The temperature of the courtyard, which was originally cold because of the gloomy qi, rose sharply, and the three hundred monks were like sitting by the charcoal basin in winter.

When Li Bing stood up, this red aura was already bigger than the karmic ghost, and it still didn't stop, and in the next moment, it was already ten zhang high, and it gradually condensed into a human figure - similar to a green-faced karmic ghost, but it was huge, more burly, with a crimson body, scarlet-like muscles, bursting blood vessels, and a red flame burning behind it.

"This ...... This is?" Master Qingyan of Ximing Temple had long forgotten the crisis in his temple, and looked at the monster in front of him in disbelief.

In Buddhism, the world is divided into six realms: the three good realms are heaven, asuras, and humans, and the three evil realms are animals, hungry ghosts, and hells. The thing in front of him, he had only seen in ancient books, and it was definitely not a humane creature.

Before these monks could react, the monster had already condensed into an entity—a huge monster more than ten feet tall!

He looked at the three hundred monks in front of him, raised his head to the sky, and let out a long roar.

The sound was so sharp that it almost burst people's eardrums, and everyone covered their ears.

Dozens of waves of qi spread out from all around the monster, and everywhere they went, they burned themselves without fire, the trees burned out, the buildings burned down, and even the two karmic ghosts of Xuanfeng and Lei were burned to ashes, and countless unjust ghosts scattered and fled for their lives.

In an instant, the entire Xiangji Temple, along with the surrounding Niutou Temple, Guanyin Temple, and Huayan Temple, all turned into a sea of fire.

The three-zhang high marble five-door archway, with the inscription plaque of Wang Wei of the "Xiangji Temple" in the middle, collapsed violently!

"Run!" someone in the crowd shouted, and finally someone recognized the monster: "This is an outsider, Infernal Yaksha!

"Roar!"

An even greater wave of qi swept in, and the low-level disciples who had just escaped from the Xiangji Temple happened to be engulfed by a wave of qi, and more than thirty people, before they could say a word, had already turned into a mass of pitch-black bones.

Duanmu Jing stood up with difficulty and took out the turquoise "Jade Mirror Treasure Bottle" in his hand, there were originally three, but now he only had this one left.

"If you keep your mind and keep your will, you will reach the Tao, for example, if you polish the mirror, you will get rid of the dirt and save it, and if you want nothing to do it, you should have fate. Return!"

A regular spirit emerges from his body and is sucked into the bottle.

His face turned pale and his skin was dry, as if he had aged ten years at once, and he was obviously also eaten by this soul refining path.

"Master, I have fulfilled your teachings, and today, Xiangji Temple will turn into hell!"

The Cloud Choking Sword Soul was already standing beside him. He straightened up with difficulty, jumped on Young Master Guo's back, and took advantage of the chaos to escape.

Alone, let the entire Chang'an Buddhist temple fall into such a catastrophe, this Duanmu Jing is really powerful!

This is this short time, the fire has spread to almost all the Fanchuan temples, as Duanmu Jing said, this place has really become a sea of purgatory fire. The three hundred monks fled for their lives, and no one had the courage to clean up this foreign monster again.

Since Chang'an roared a dragon, Rimai's attention could no longer focus on Xiangji Temple.

Infernal Yaksha appeared, and he shook his head even more, and left in a flash.

For all the three hundred monks, no matter what is in Ximing Temple, it is no longer as good as what is in front of them. But for Rimai, the "tail should be sick" at the bottom of Ximing Temple is more important.