Just when the evil cultivator was puzzled, he suddenly found that his shadow seemed to come to life.

A black shadow slowly rises from the ground, accompanied by a little ink stain on it?

The cultivator didn't understand what was dripping from the shadows, but he shrugged his nose, and a strong smell of ink came into his nose.

Having never seen this kind of spell before, the evil cultivator dodged and came a little farther away, where there was a shadow, without a shred of sunlight.

There was a pile of qi-like things around Mengbai's body that was slowly flying towards the sky, and he was slowly walking towards the evil cultivator with two swords in his hands.

The shadow was also doing the same thing as Yumehaku.

Suddenly, the speed of the whole person running the aura under Mengbai's feet skyrocketed,

With a thud, he flew from the same place towards the evil cultivator.

When he came to the shadow, the ink shadow immediately attached to Mengbai's double sword, no, more precisely, to another shorter Yin sword.

After seeing Mengbai's body disappear from the spot, the evil cultivator resolutely propped up a protective shield, and he didn't even dare to blink his eyes to find Mengbai's figure.

Suddenly, Meng Bai came to the evil cultivator with the yin sword in his right hand, and the evil cultivator immediately stepped on the star position behind him and moved the aura to retreat, but even so, he was still a step slower.

Just listen to the sound of the moment,

That shield shattered.

Immediately after that, the Yin Sword slashed down from the evil cultivator's face and went all the way to the evil cultivator's abdomen.

An extremely terrifying wound appeared on the cultivator's body, dark red blood gushed out from the wound, and a little ink stain soaked into the wound at an extremely fast speed.

After the evil cultivator retreated a big star position, he immediately dodged away, and after coming to a place far away from Mengbai, the evil cultivator hurriedly took out a small bottle from his sleeve.

Endless resentment surrounded the small bottle, and when the lid of the bottle was opened, a gust of wind blew out of the bottle.

The gust of yin wind came to the wound of the evil cultivator, and I saw that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that he didn't kill the evil cultivator with one sword, Mengbai shook his head and put the Yin Sword into the sword box on his back.

When the wounds on the evil cultivator's body healed, he looked at Meng Bai tightly, and his eyes were even more gloomy, not what a cultivator should be at all.

A tail emerged from behind the cultivator.

After seeing that tail, Meng Bai's hand that originally wanted to use the Yang Sword to swing his sword qi paused, he had never seen this kind of cultivation to cultivate on the demon beast.

"What's going on?"

Mengbai turned to the nameless who was standing in the chanting.

Nameless looked at Mengbai's back and his eyes changed, Mengbai immediately reacted and turned around with the yang sword to block it, only to see that the evil cultivator just came to Mengbai's body.

Bite!

Yang Jian didn't know what it collided with, and there was a loud noise, and Mengbai's entire body was shaken out.

But the evil cultivator followed closely as if nothing happened, his speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, he came to Mengbai's body.

Just as the evil cultivator took out a short knife and cut it at Mengbai's throat, a golden Buddha with closed eyes suddenly appeared in the sky.

A huge palm pressed towards the evil cultivator, and the evil cultivator immediately turned around and fled into the distance.

"Ahem, what the fuck. ”

Mengbai got up from a puff of dust and smoke, coughing as he looked at Nameless in the distance who had taken off his mask.

"Mahaya. ”

The nameless right hand rests on the ground, and the ring finger and thumb of the left hand are twisted.

The golden Buddha in the sky slowly opened his eyes, and a Buddha light shone towards a certain place.

The place where the Buddha's light passed was actually a dead air,

Soon the evil cultivator who had escaped was irradiated by this Buddha's light.

Under the light of the Buddha, I saw that evil cultivator rolling on the ground and screaming.

Slowly, that evil cultivator turned into a pool of blood, and even the clothes on his body were no exception, all of them turned into ashes.

The golden Buddha slowly disappeared, and Nameless dispersed the Dharma seal in his hand and gently buckled the mask hanging from his waist to his face.

"Ouch, what kind of thing can actually shake Dao Ye out of the air. ”

Mengbai took the Yang Sword back from the sword box and walked towards Nameless.

And the old man standing behind Nameless was already paralyzed on the ground and did not dare to speak, his mind was full now, it was over.

"Old man, if Dao Ye doesn't kill you, Dao Ye is hungry, you see, Dao Ye and this bald donkey slaughtered the one, as a benefactor, shouldn't you..."

Mengbai leaned in front of the old man, lowered his body and said with a smile.

Although he was smiling, the old man always felt that Mengbai had a trace of ill will.

The old man kept nodding his head, and then he trembled and shouted to the villagers hiding in the distance, "Quick, quickly prepare some food for this immortal master and that high monk." ”

Mengbai nodded with satisfaction.

A few streamers suddenly flew from the sky in the distance, looking at the few streamers in the sky, Mengbai stood up and looked at the sky.

"Forget it, don't eat it, trouble is coming. ”

The Zen staff behind Nameless kept ringing, and he looked at the horizon.

A few Shuyuan disciples wearing Confucian shirts and hanging bookmarks around their waists were about to come to the heavens of the two.

The two glanced at each other, and then two figures sped through the village.

The scholar led by the heavenly scholar was dressed in a gray Confucian shirt, and he fixed his eyes on the scholar disciple who was chasing the two that day.

"Stupid thing that reads dead books, your mirror!"

Mengbai shouted loudly as he walked through the mountains and forests.

The gray-shirted disciple was extremely annoyed when he heard this, and he took off the bookcard from his waist and continued to pour spiritual energy into the bookcard.

When Meng Bai saw that the green light of the bookcard in the gray-shirted disciple's hand was even stronger, Meng Bai screamed and sped up.

A beam of light flew out of the bookcard, and Mengbai hurriedly rolled to the side, only to see that the beam hit Mengbai's original position, and a big pit appeared in Mengbai's eyes on the ground.

Mengbai snorted and scolded: "Goddamn bastard." ”

Then he quickly got up and continued walking,

The nameless in the distance looked back,

When he saw Mengbai roll to the side, Nameless slowed down.

A burst of Sanskrit sounds came out of Nameless's mouth, and passages of scripture surrounded Nameless.

After the last syllable, Nameless reached out and grabbed a word.

After the golden light on the word disappeared, Nameless threw the word into the sky.

A huge swastika appeared in the air,

When that swastika appeared, the gray-shirted disciple secretly said that it was not good.

The swastika spun rapidly in the air and flew towards several Shuyuan disciples in the sky.

"Scatter!"

The gray-shirted disciple shouted.

One of the Shuyuan disciples flew slowly, and the swastika passed directly through his body, and he stopped in the air and wanted to stretch out his hand, but his hand broke as soon as he raised it, and then his whole body was separated.

"Senior Brother Ming!"

The gray-shirted disciple looked at the scholar disciple who was divided into corpses with grief and indignation.

"Senior Brother Yan Hua, they're running away!"

Another chubby scholar came to Yan Hua's side.

"Chase!"

Yan Hua retracted his gaze and looked at the two people in the distance.

"Bald donkey, what tricks, how did that man be dismembered. ”

Mengbai walked through the sky-high trees to the nameless side.

"The swastika. ”

Nameless said as he walked through the road ahead.

"Here we go again!"

Meng Bai was just about to say something, but he suddenly looked back at the sky, only to see that Yan Hua and the rest of the Shuyuan disciples catching up at an extremely fast speed.

Yan Hua took out a brush from his sleeve, and the brush was dipped in aura to make ink, and then a swimming dragon came out of the brush.

"Go to the place where you can watch the clouds, and sit and look at the mountains full of flowers. ”

With this short verse, the dragon circled in the air and then rushed towards Mengbai with its tail swinging.

Meng Bai couldn't dodge and was hit by the swimming dragon, and a wave of aura appeared in the field.

Nameless frowned and looked at Mengbai beside him, only to see Mengbai suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

The wandering dragon seemed to have entered the veins of Mengbai and wandered wildly in the veins of Mengbai.

After the aura in the veins was disturbed by the dragon, Mengbai fell directly to the ground.

"Detained!"

Yan Hua stared at Mengbai who rolled to the ground.

Another mouthful of blood spit out from Mengbai's mouth, and several important acupuncture points on his body suddenly burst out of blood.

Nameless stretched out two fingers and clicked on the acupuncture points on Mengbai's body a few times, only to see that the swimming dragon was trapped in a vein and could not travel.

A huge magic circle shrouded Nameless and Mengbai, and there were four Shuyuan disciples standing in the sky, and they were standing in four directions holding bookcards to send spiritual energy to the magic circle.

Yan Hua stood in the center of the magic array, the brush was tightly held in the palm of Yan Hua's hand, he was waiting for the moment when this falling spirit array was arranged.

Endless aura appeared beside Yan Hua, Yan Hua took a brush to embellish the aura, and those auras instantly swam.

The nameless man who took off his mask clasped his hands together, and he did not hold any Dharma seals, but just recited the scriptures with his head bowed and his eyes closed.

That passage was understandable to everyone, but it was just a simple Vajra Dharma Sutra.

Yan Hua looked at the nameless person who was reciting the scriptures below, he didn't know what the purpose of reciting such a simple scripture was at this time, but it didn't matter anymore, as long as the magic circle was arranged, he only needed to use the dragon pen in his hand to point at the center of the magic circle.

At that point, a dragon will emerge directly from above the circle, and then directly through the two of them, crushing them to ashes.

The moment the aura in the bookcard was blocked, Yan Hua immediately pointed the dragon pen in his hand at the center of the magic circle.

A high-pitched dragon groan rang out in the room, and Nameless opened his eyes and looked overhead.

When the dragon's head poked out of the circle, Nameless raised his hands above his head.

"What is this evil monk doing?"

"Is it because he wants to hold this dragon up on his own?"

"I don't know how thick the sky is. ”

The Shuyuan disciples who were distributed in four directions looked at the nameless movements and said.

"Huh. ”

The last syllable of a mantra of the Six Sons is pronounced from the mouth of the nameless.

The dragon fell quickly, and compared to the dragon's huge body, the nameless man standing on the ground was like an ant.

But the ant quietly raised his hands at the moment, and there was no emotion in his eyes, if anything, it was indifference and calm.

When the dragon head came to the top of Nameless's head, just when everyone thought that Nameless's body would be crushed by the dragon, he actually held the dragon head.

Let the dragon swing his body, but Nameless stood on the ground and raised his hands at this time.

I saw a dragon dancing in the nameless left hand, but an elephant holding its nose in the right hand.

"Dragon Elephant Bodhi Formula!?"

The scholar standing in the south corner looked at Nameless in astonishment.

"Zen Tantra?"

The scholar in the eastern corner whispered in disbelief.

Yan Hua's expression froze, he withdrew the dragon pen into his sleeve, and then the sky above the magic circle was opened by Yan Hua.

"Senior brother!"

A disciple shouted after seeing Yan Hua's movements.

The scholars standing in the four corners knew what Yan Hua was going to do, but they couldn't stop it at this time, once they moved, then this magic circle would dissipate, and they would also suffer a huge backlash.

"You maintain the formation. ”

Yan Hua took out the bookcard and said to the four disciples.

Then he walked into the opening.

As soon as he entered the magic circle, Yan Hua felt a very huge pressure on his body.

That pressure is not only mental, but also physical.

Yan Hua slowly moved down with difficulty, and the swimming dragon in the middle was still churning and crashing towards Nameless.

The dragon roared angrily as it collided.

Even it couldn't believe that a monk at the pinnacle of the Void could actually carry his own attack.

I'm afraid no one can believe that a monk at the peak of the seclusion can withstand the attack of the Immortal Treasure Youlong Pen of the Taiyi Academy.

In the face of the dragon's attack, Nameless still stood in place with a blank face.

It's just that the mask hanging around his waist has a slight crack, and that mask is not a magic weapon in the first place, just a mortal object with a hard texture.

In the face of such tremendous pressure, it is already remarkable not to crumble.

But Nameless's feet were slowly sinking into the ground, even if he could use the power of the dragon elephant to resist the attack of the dragon, but how could the land on the ground withstand it?

When Yan Hua finally fell to the ground, he saw that Nameless's feet had already sunk into the ground.

And the frequency of the impact of the dragon in the sky has also slowed down.

"What do you have to do with Jingzhu Zen Temple?"

Yan Hua walked to the nameless place step by step and asked.

He had to ask this question, because the Dragon Elephant Bodhi Recipe is a Zen Tantric Method, and although other larger Zen temples also include the Dragon Elephant Bodhi Formula, neither the White Horse Temple in the south nor the Lingyin Temple in the west have heard of a monk wearing a mask.

So Yan Hua had to think of the Jingzhu Zen Temple in the capital, the place that represented Zen Buddhism.

Because the school palace of Taiyi Shuyuan was built in the capital city, the Jingzhu Zen Temple is not far from the school palace, and you can reach it after walking five streets.

But Yan Hua didn't dare to be careless at all,

If this monk was really from the Jingzhu Monastery, then he couldn't kill him.

At the very least, he couldn't kill him in front of his own juniors and disciples, because the goodness in the Jingzhu Zen Monastery was a great thing, and the book saint Pang An was just the Wuji Upper Realm.

As if he hadn't heard Yan Hua's words, Nameless still raised his hands quietly.

It's just that blood is already pouring out of his ears.

"Monk, let me ask you, what is your relationship with Jingzhu Zen Temple?"

Yan Hua looked at Nameless, who had sunk into the ground with half of his body on the ground, and asked again.

This time Nameless reacted, he slowly opened his eyes and opened his mouth, although he didn't say anything, Yan Hua understood what it meant.

"A relationship with your mother. ”

Yan Hua repeated this sentence.

His face changed as he finished speaking, and then he tightened his grip on the bookcard.

"Senior brother!"

The disciple of the Shuyuan standing in the sky hurriedly spoke up after seeing Yan Hua's movements.

After all, they didn't know what the path of this monk was, what if he was a person who had been released by Jingzhu Monastery without permission?

In case he really died in the hands of a few of his own people, not to mention the Jingzhu Zen Temple, just the believers under the Zen Temple would not agree.

It is even likely that the Academy will be surrounded by those mortal believers.

Yan Hua didn't seem to hear the shouts of the disciple in the sky, he held the bookcard and looked at Nameless tightly.

Just as he was about to send aura into the bookmark, a voice rang in his ears, the one that made him angry.

"Just staring at the bald donkey, don't you look at the Taoist master?"

Mengbai took the Yin Sword and approached behind Yan Hua.

Yan Hua, who heard this, turned his head in horror.

When he turned his head, he saw Meng Bai looking at him with a cruel smile, and the Yin Sword in Meng Bai's hand had already slashed towards Yan Hua.

Although Meng Bai is not proficient in sword cultivation, his sword is still very fast, although the inner saint and outer king are not an innate spirit treasure, but it is not something that ordinary magic weapons can compete with.

Although the bookplate of Taiyi Shuyuan is made of heart-attacking jade, although the material of this heart-attacking jade is tough, it is still not enough to see in the face of the magic weapon of the inner saint and the outer king.

What's more, the Inner Saint and the Outer King have been recast by a generation of divine craftsman Ou Yezi, and there is no comparison with ordinary magic weapons.

Yan Hua subconsciously picked up the bookcard in his hand to block it, only to see the Yin Sword in Mengbai's hand cut the bookcard.

The black short sword was infinitely dilated in Yan Hua's eyes, and at the same time, his pupils were also infinitely dilated.

A pillar of blood gushed out from Yan Hua's neck, Yan Hua covered his neck and slowly knelt on the ground, he spoke to the sky while holding his neck to prevent blood from flowing out.

But Mengbai's sword seemed to cut his throat, so Yan Hua had to squeak and whine at the sky, not knowing what he was saying.

But the cultivator was really different from ordinary people, even if his neck was cut, Yan Hua did not die immediately, he lay on the ground and looked at Meng Bai standing in front of him, and stretched his right hand into his sleeve.

When the dragon pen was held by Yan Hua, he was just about to take the dragon pen out of his sleeve, but the hand holding the pen was trampled on by one foot.

"Learn to give up, close your eyes, soon. ”

Mengbai gasped and slowly lowered his body.

It's not that he wants to come to Yan Hua and say anything, but he is overwhelmed by the pressure here.

"Senior brother!!"

The disciples of the Shuyuan in the four directions of the sky looked at Yan Hua who was sneak attacked, and the four of them were furious.

"Don't shout, what you shout, he can't hear it. ”

Mengbai squatted down and slowly sat on the ground.

The dragon in the circle seemed to be slowly dissipating because of Yan Hua's death.

At this time, the corners of Nameless's mouth were bleeding, and half of his body was already in the dirt, and his posture was still the same, with his hands up.

"Bald donkey, good learner. ”

Mengbai sat on the ground and grinned at Nameless.

Nameless didn't speak, and his hand began to fall slowly.

When Nameless's hand landed on his waist, one picked up the mask hanging from his waist, but it shattered before it was fastened to his face.