The Buddha said three worlds, and this world-honored Buddha is the Lord's current life, the Dharma is vast, boundless, but the golden Buddha statue that I saw, each hand bends the middle finger, one up and down, it is the Buddha door to say the seal, this seal together, in an instant, the golden light is magnificent, the world-honored golden body poked out of the right palm, towards the thousands of troops and horses, it is also between this palm, the piano sound that pervades this heaven and earth suddenly dissipated, and then look at the world-honored golden body before, where there is still the shadow of soldiers and horses.

That Xu Sheng's finger, as if also affected by the golden body, shook suddenly, and pointed to a spirit, and there was a harsh sound from under the finger of the string, and when I looked at it again, the seven strings were already broken. Scholar Fuqin is, people and Qin have already met and communicated, the guqin was hit hard by this, and Xu Sheng couldn't stand it, a mouth, a bright red gushed from his mouth, and his eyes lost his lustre!

Huineng also had a little exhaustion this time, and he didn't pursue, the Zen staff supported the ground, and with a wave of his right hand, he put away the golden body of the master. Gasping for breath, looking carefully, the face was already covered with sweat at some point, panting heavily, that's it, this Huineng didn't forget to look up at Xu Sheng on the side, his eyes narrowed, and he was full of mockery: "Amitabha, the little Confucian saint has really opened the eyes of the poor monk with such means! It's a pity, it's not as good as these Buddhist disciples of the poor monks!"

Xu Sheng blinked an eye, and the mighty qi on his body was all overpowered, and he suppressed the qi and blood stirring in his chest, looked up at Na Huineng, with no joy or sadness on his face, and said suddenly: "It's just that I have lived a few more years!"

"Hmph, sure enough, he is a disciple of the Confucian saint, and he still dares to be hard-mouthed!

On the other side, the enlightened beast lost a head, and naturally it was annoyed, only to see that the only eight heads left suddenly raised, with a long roar, and with a bang, the eight pairs of lantern-sized eyes suddenly stared at the Hui Neng, and the eight blood basin mouths suddenly opened, and there was a thick fog gushing out from the blood basin, and in a moment, the thick fog gathered the Hui Neng, that is, this Hui Neng was a monk of the Chaoyuan Realm, and there was no direction in this thick fog.

The strings were broken three times, and the guqin was naturally useless, so Xu Sheng straightened up in the air, waved his sleeves, and the breeze in his sleeves lifted the guqin, and leisurely, he flew back to Zheng Bo in front of the carriage. Zheng Bo pinned a cigarette stick in his hand behind him, holding the guqin with both hands, seeing the three broken strings on the piano, his eyes were full of some pity, and his mouth was also smashed twice, and he whispered: "These three strings will be looking for a long time, poor us are an errand runner!"

That white mist covered the enlightened beast and Hui Neng, and the monks of the two clans in front of the mountain naturally couldn't see the movement in the fog, so they also turned their eyes to Zhao Yi on the side.

The two of them have not yet decided the winner at this time, but the clear-eyed person can naturally see that Zhao Yi has always been at a disadvantage, and under the two knives, there is really no strength to fight back, so he simply resists, and he has to rely on the ancient seal to protect the vital point. Liu Zheng and Yang Jue over there naturally saw this situation. The two of them glanced at each other, their eyes signaled, they both drew their long swords, and wanted to join the battle circle and fight Nasang Chong with Zhao Yi.

But that Zhao Yi is also in the name of a Yuqing gentleman, where can he do such a thing of bullying the widow in front of the monks in the world, so he also said: "You two don't have to help me, you are invincible, where has I ever bullied the widow in Taihua Mountain, if the elders on the mountain know, they don't say anything, but they also dislike it in their hearts!"

Seeing that Zhao Yi spoke, the two of them could only stop and watch the battle from the sidelines, but they were also full of worry. Chen Mo at the bottom, seeing such things, also felt a little interesting, never thought that this Zhao Yi still has such a stubborn side, this time he really has the appearance of a Yuqing gentleman.

"Senior Brother Zhao, be careful, whether we can get out of this time can only depend on you. Chen Mo opened his mouth and shouted at Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi over there naturally heard Chen Mo's words, but he had to deal with the double knives in front of him, but he didn't have any words. However, that Sang Chong, in the end, has the cultivation of the Chaoyuan Realm, that is, Zhao Yi has the protection of the magic weapon, this time he still has the strength to spare, while waving the double knives in his hand, he can still take the time to glance at Chen Mo, and said: "Rely on him? I advise you to hand over those two heavenly books, lest this senior brother of yours lose his life for no reason under my hands. ”

"Senior Brother Zhao, don't you show some real skills for people to see, lest the people of the world underestimate me Taihua Mountain, right? If Senior Brother loses this time, I'm afraid that Uncle Mo on the mountain will not be able to hang up on his face!" This Chen Mo grew up in Taihua Mountain since he was a child, so he naturally knew Zhao Yi's details, and said to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi naturally could also hear Na Sang Chong's words, and there was a sense of anger in his heart, and he didn't think much about it, and urged the ancient seal hanging in front of him with all his might, only to see that the ancient seal suddenly became a lot bigger, about a foot square, and slammed into Sang Chong over there. This thing came suddenly, Sang Chong naturally didn't have much preparation, he was caught off guard, and hurriedly blocked his chest with two knives, but the ancient seal was fierce, even the two knives still couldn't resist, and they hit Sang Chong's body fiercely, flying this Sang Chong out of a distance of a few zhang.

The double knife was inserted into the ground, and a long cut was made on the ground, and he finally stabilized his body, only to see that Sang Chong knelt on one knee, and his right hand left the handle of the knife, pressing his chest, "Wow!", a mouthful of dark red erupted from his mouth. It's just that after this moment, Na Sang Chong didn't laugh angrily, looked at the ancient seal that was still hanging in front of Zhao Yi, and said with a smile: "Originally, I thought that the magic weapon found in this sacred mountain had some mystery, but I thought that it was just a stone in the hand of a child." Anyway, let you take a good look at the magic weapon of my Hehuan Gate. After this Sang Chong finished speaking, he saw that he took out a small red flag from his arms, and the patterns on it were all humanoid, but in pairs and in different postures. There are many people who like to read the vulgar novels among those Taoist sects, and some male disciples also recognize them, the patterns on the banner are all among the mundane, and those are only in the spring palace picture, this time I saw this before the monks of these two clans, and I couldn't hold back for a while, I smiled knowingly, and some laughed out loud, and looked around, and the smile on my face was even stronger, and there were so many people in the same way in the heart, but I was really not alone!

Na Sang Chong naturally didn't pay attention to those strange eyes, after all, in the past few decades, Sang Chong has seen a lot of that kind of eyes. "This is the treasure that has been handed down from my Hehuan Gate, called the Dementor Flag, and I also came to understand the mystery of the magic weapon of the immortal family in this sacred mountain. As soon as Sang Chong spoke, he also spread out the small flag and threw it into the air with his hand. The dementor flag flipped a few times in the air, and then it also hung beside Sang Chong, and never fell to the ground. Then, Na Sang Chong stood up, and he didn't pick up the two double knives stuck in the ground beside him, raised his hand to point at Zhao Yi over there, and never recited a spell, but he also saw that from the dementor flag, a stream of pink mist suddenly erupted, spreading towards Zhao Yi's side.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi looked at the soul flag, his face was full of disdain, and he said: "Such an obscene thing, dare to compare with my immortal magic weapon?" Even outside of this light, those pink mist never entered the light, and Zhao Yi did not give birth to the slightest abnormality.

It's just that this mist is invisible in the end, that is, it is controlled by Sang Chong, how can it go towards Zhao Yi alone, there will always be some disobedient people, scattered in front of this mountain, and gradually poured into those monks who watched the battle.

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Acacia dementors, and the powder in front of the sacred mountain makes spring!