The sword light and sword shadow in the air, the heaven and earth of direct killing changed color, and the sea under his feet was not idle, Mao Mao took Wangchen and Mu Yuan to drag out the big meat sac of the whale just dug up, standing on the back of the whale, Mao Mao commanded the two of them to lie on the whale carcass and carve out a complex formation with a knife, Wangchen was very puzzled, and asked while holding the knife to engrave: "Your formation seems to be Taoist, I thought you took out an ancient witchcraft array." ”

"There are ancient witchcraft formations, but what do I want that thing for?" Mao Mao was also confused.

Mu Yuan knelt on the whale's back, straightened up and gestured with a knife: "Of course, you have to kill that big bald head, and you also need a powerful weapon to deal with a powerful big guy." ”

Mao Mao asked angrily: "Who told you that the formation of witchcraft must be powerful?" You don't want to be superstitious about legends, not to say that witchcraft is on top of Buddhism, the reason why witchcraft is declining is not unreasonable, don't use it indiscriminately, the living environment of human beings in ancient times was sinister, which gave birth to witchcraft, and then humanity flourished, began to read and learn words, attributed to the king, the barbaric and reckless witchcraft was naturally slowly eliminated by the times, and the art of Buddhism has nothing to do with the power compared to it, but is more in line with the principle of the operation of the heavenly way, so you don't have witchcraft powerful, Buddha and Tao are weak and wrong thoughts. ”

"But your formation doesn't look like a powerful technique. Forget Chen looked at the formation that had already carved out a lot of runes, "Your formation is more like ...... It's like ......"

"Like what?" asked Mao Mao deliberately.

Forget the dust replied strangely: "It's like echoing something." ”

"That's a good answer!" Mao Maole said, "You can be taught, they all say that you are talented and intelligent in Tianji Pavilion's forgetful dust, and sure enough, you are right, you just carve it, and you will watch me perform." ”

"Your old man has been performing. Mu Yuan bowed his head angrily and continued to work with Forget Chen.

Looking at the air again, Mo Mankite endured the pain of broken ribs, his face did not change, and he still put on the Changtian Golden Thunder Armor again, the dark clouds in the air were rolling, and the wind and rain were coming, the bald head just glanced at it, and asked lightly: "How long can you last?"

After speaking, the figure rushed over and smashed down Mo Mankite raised his sword with both hands to block, and thunder and lightning sparks splashed everywhere, but the bald head not only did not withdraw his hand, but let the thunder and lightning hurt himself at will, and he continued to exert his strength to press down the flat burden, Mo Mankite was slowly suppressed by the force with a surprised look, and the corners of the bald head and mouth were slightly upturned, as if educating Mo Mankite and said: " Girl, do you know, Lei Zhenzi's body is different, he is a half-demon body, and he is talented, so he can withstand the thunder plus body, and most of the human beings want to practice this trick with the help of other methods, for example, it is reasonable for you to wear the golden thunder armor as a martial artist, but have you found it? The reason why Jin Lei Jia has fewer and fewer people practicing in Kunlun later is not only because the practice is too risky, but also because this trick has a great drawback, presumably you have already felt it personally, that is, when the main body is injured too much, this technique will not be able to protect you, and the more it will become a burden to hurt you, how about it? Do you feel that your broken ribs are getting more and more painful when you keep exerting yourself?"

The bald head's power has completely suppressed Mo Mankite, Chu Xunyu looked anxious in the clouds, now it is not difficult for the bald head to suppress Mo Mankite like this, and he dared to sneak attack in the past, not only could he not break the siege, but he would not be captured alive by the bald head, and he kept thinking in his heart whether there was a better way. And over there, Mo Mankite's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the real fire moved, the bald head felt bad in his heart, but the distance between the two was too close, Mo Mankite suddenly withdrew, dodged and dodged the falling flat shoulder, but instead walked sideways and grabbed the bald head's shoulder with his left hand from the side, and his right hand was against the bald man's back vest, and the golden phantom of Tiangang Xingchen appeared around him, and the bald man's expression changed greatly, and Chu Xunyu's expression changed greatly when he hid in the clouds above, and he ran out at the fastest speed as soon as he stepped on the ghost steps of the day.

As soon as the posture of this move came out, everyone in the rivers and lakes knew that this was the thirtieth of the thirty-six styles of Tiangang Zhenglei - "Seven Stars Poured Anger". Tiangang, Beidou, the Big Dipper is a bucket spoon hanging in the sky, and the spoon, gathering water, tricks as the name suggests, is the Kunlun disciple in the weekday practice of the thunder and lightning in their own body, accumulated over time, gathering sand into a tower, at a critical juncture, pry the bucket handle, the thunder and lightning accumulated in life are poured out at one time, according to the level of personal cultivation and determine the size of the power, like Mo Mankite This great supernatural person has accumulated a lot of power to pour out of the power can be imagined, so Chu Xunyu hurriedly ran out as soon as he rolled and climbed.

A firelight flashed out in the sky, and Mu Yuan was still sweating profusely underneath, when they saw Chu Xunyu rushing over in a hurry, shouting, "Hurry up and find a place to hide!"

Before the words were finished, I saw a dazzling golden fire blooming in the air, which could not be seen directly by the naked eye, and the figures of the two people fighting in the air were instantly engulfed by the firelight, pulled into a golden line, and the next moment, the overwhelming momentum was swept over, and the sea water under their feet instantly turned into towering waves and was all pushed out, Chu Xunyu and Mu Yuan were wrapped in it, their bodies were like leaves in the wind tearing helplessly, and they tightly grabbed the corpse of the big whale and did not dare to let go, the gong is striking together, and I don't know how far it is to be forcibly thrown out.

The sea water under the feet of Mo Mankite and the bald head formed a huge hollow, and the bottom of the sea could be seen directly, after the explosion, all the sea water gathered back again, with a huge whistling sound, and the waves forcibly brought Chu Xunyu and them back, and after the sight gradually recovered, everyone rubbed their eyes, and saw that there were falling water splashes everywhere in the air, and the clouds in the air were blown away for hundreds of miles, Mu Yuan spit out a mouthful of turbidity and patted his head and asked, "Did you win the battle?"

Chu Xunyu stuck a long sword on the whale's corpse to stabilize his figure, Mao Mao got out of his arms, and asked anxiously with his little head exposed: "Who won? Who won?"

In the air, Mo Mankite stopped there and covered the wound under his ribs and gasped for breath, sweat on his forehead was like rain, his fingertips kept trembling, he almost couldn't even grasp the Qingyue Long Sword, this blow exhausted too much aura, and faintly raised his eyes to look over. The smoke dissipated, the bald head was revealed in the air in the distance, sitting cross-legged in the clouds, the flat shoulder was placed horizontally on his legs, his hands were knotted with the Great Sun Rulai Seal, and his whole body was full of scars, but the skin was full of blue Sanskrit beating, even the bald head was crawling full, and the blood flowed from the corners of the bald head's mouth, but he still opened his mouth and praised: "Girl, you are really a rare genius in a hundred years, from the thunder and lightning you just poured out, you know how hard you usually work, and with a hundred and eighty years of hard practice, I'm afraid you will be able to catch up with me." ”

Looking at the dense blue Sanskrit flickering on the bald head, Mo Manyuan asked in despair: "The Vajra of the Dafu Linghu Temple of Wutai Mountain is not bad? In addition to the 'Rulai Flower Finger' of the Daxiangguo Temple, you have actually practiced the 'Vajra is not bad'? You actually know two of the ten mystical exercises in Zen Buddhism of Han Buddhism?"

King Kong is not bad body, according to legend in the past Buddha in the Bodhi tree under the mysteries of the world, the so-called hidden emptiness of the mind, no heart of the mind, non-mind, do not take the six dust and ten thousand laws, indestructible, all things because of their nature can not be destroyed, such as King Kong, even if the power of the Buddha is gathered in millions of billions of Buddhas can not destroy it, it is one of the strongest exercises in Han Buddhism, the practitioner claims to be able to resist all harm in the heavens and the earth, the higher the practice on weekdays, the stronger its defense, it is the strongest defense exercise in Buddhism, and it is one of the three strongest defense exercises in the world.

The bald head also frowned and stumbled to his feet, sighing: "It's so dangerous, I almost didn't even resist my bad body, if I had changed to an ordinary supernatural person, I would have been bombarded into powder a long time ago." ”

"Your strength is not right. Mo Manyuan shook his head and asked seriously, "Your strength is far superior to that of ordinary supernatural powers, you are afraid that you can survive the tribulation, why are you still staying in the world?"

"If I could have left the world, I would have left long ago, it seems that you have not heard of our legends. The bald head smiled bitterly, and then said: "Just now you said that two of the ten strongest Upanishads in Buddhism are really rare? So here's the problem-" Speaking of this, the bald head's right hand was grasped, and the runes on it were not bad, but faintly surrounded by yin qi, and the sound of the deceased chanting was in his ears, so he raised his eyes and asked arrogantly: "Do I want to use the third one now?"

"The Silence of the Qianluo Tiantai Temple of Jiuhua Mountain?" Mo Manyuan subconsciously took a step back, and whispered to himself with a discolored face.

"Do it!" Mao Mao below turned his head to Mu Yuan and ordered them without hesitation......

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