The battle between the fire spirit Taoist and Zhu Falan is dangerous and abnormal, the fire spirit Taoist fire law is unparalleled, while making the sword attack, while pinching the trick to resist the fire, the offensive is fierce, Zhu Falan Zen staff dances, each time the force weighs 10,000 catties, the Buddha light shines, turning into a heavy Buddha crumbs, like a Mount Tai smashed down, hitting the fire Lingdao people to protect the body and tremble wildly.

The two of them came to the sword frame with a cane, the sword went to the cane to greet them, turned over and overturned, and fought on the stage for most of the hour, but they were evenly matched.

Seeing that it was difficult to win in a short period of time, and he was afraid that he would be judged by Liu Zhuang, who was anxious to return to the palace to deal with political affairs, Zhu Falan decided to make a dangerous move, win by surprise, and end the battle as soon as possible.

Zhu Flange's idea was set, and the Zen staff deliberately slowed down a point, which was a big flaw.

The reason why the Fire Spirit Dao person has such a Dao name is because he is a fire spirit body, and his temperament is as impatient as fire.

Zhu Falan is a genius disciple of Buddhism, the golden body of the Yuan Shen is invulnerable, he shook his body, frantically stirred the Yuan Shen, and the rich golden light covered the body, and he actually bounced the red magic sword in the hand of the Fire Spirit Daoist.

The magic sword was bounced away, and before the Fire Spirit Daoist could be surprised, he felt a pain in his shoulder, and the right hand holding the sword shrugged down softly.

"Agreed!" Zhu Flange accepted it when he saw it, immediately took a step back, hugged his cane and smiled.

The fighting method competition, not a battle of life and death, the fire spirit Taoist is also a person who can let go, after connecting the right shoulder bone with his left hand, he arched his hand to the Zhu Flange, and then got off the high platform in a dashing manner.

The two sides of the Taoist and Buddha competed in two games, each with a victory or defeat, and it was a draw, Liu Zhuang immediately ordered the third game to begin, the winner won the big competition, and the loser withdrew from Wutai Mountain.

After watching two games in a row, Liu Zhuang was also a little tired, and when he saw that the time was also noon, he announced that the game would be suspended and the third game would be held in the afternoon.

When the emperor traveled, he naturally took the imperial kitchen with him, and as soon as he announced the intermission, his palace people delivered delicious dishes.

After lunch, Liu Zhuang took a short rest, and after waking up, he announced that the game would continue.

At this time, it is already noon, and the sun rises to the middle of the sky, which is the time of the day to change to the hottest time, and it is the most suitable time to make a fire and burn the scriptures.

The Taoist and Buddhist sides brought out their own scriptures, each with a hundred volumes, piled up together, like a tomb (ahem, this metaphor is really bad).

"I heard that there are not many Buddhist scriptures you brought this time, if they are burned, and the later monks don't have the scriptures to read, isn't that bad?" He Zhengzhi stood on the scripture burning platform and asked the opposite Mo Teng with a smile.

"My Buddhist scriptures are protected by the power of the Buddha, and I am not afraid of fire, but Taoist friends are still worried about where they will settle down after their scriptures are burned. Morteng also smiled.

After the two of them exchanged swords and ridiculed each other, they immediately became serious with Liu Zhuang's order, and each took out the divine fire prepared by his own side.

A glass jade net bottle appeared in Shi Moteng's hand, and when he opened the cork, a wisp of white flame emerged, only burning the air and distorting the space.

"King Ming's fire, good flame. After He Zhengzhi praised it, he suddenly said: "I heard that your Great Day Buddha is a traitor, so you don't have a stronger Sun True Fire to use, so you retreat to the next best thing, use this Ming Wang Fuhuo?"

"Qu Qu a few Taoist scriptures, the Ming King's anger is enough to burn them to ashes, show your flames!"

"It's okay, I'll let you see my Taoist divine fire. He Zhengzhi smiled, took off the gourd on his waist, pulled out the stopper, and released a wisp of purple flame.

"Tushi fire? No, this is the pseudo Tushi fire refined by the Flame Mountain's Tushi ember, it looks quite bluffing, but I don't know how powerful it is. Morteng's eyes shrank slightly, and he immediately smiled indifferently.

"You'll soon find out. "He Zhengdao.

"The competition begins!" Seeing that both sides had shown their weapons, and they had also greeted each other, the host shouted loudly, and the gong sounded with a "bell".

The sound of the gong, Shi Morteng and He Zhengzhi launched an attack at the same time, and in the net bottle and the gourd, a scorching flame erupted at the same time, one white and one purple, like two fire snakes, dancing in the air, pounced on the other party's scriptures, and where it passed, the void that blocked it shattered inch by inch. It's a bit like a 100-meter race, where the gun goes out and the athlete runs forward so desperately that the rope that stops in front of him breaks.

Seeing that the purple pseudo-Dou Shi fire was about to be pounced on the Buddhist scriptures, Shi Moteng tore off the robe on his body, shook it and turned it into a length and width, and covered it on the Buddhist scriptures, and the golden Buddha mantra on the robe flashed, separating the fire from the scriptures.

Seeing that the Ming King of Ruoliu was angry, he took out a crystal cover from his arms in no hurry, and blew his breath, turning it into a huge crystal cup with a diameter of Zhang Xu and a height of two zhang, covering it on the Taoist scriptures, stopping the fierce Ming Wang's anger.

"Is your robe good, it can be called a high-quality armor that is invulnerable to fire and water, what is the reputation?" He Zhengyi said as he poured out the flames and talked to Se Morten with a smile.

"My robe, is asbestos mixed with ice silk and dragon silk and phoenix threads, asbestos, silk, phoenix wisps are not afraid of fire, and there are seven fire-repellent orbs on it, the fire prevention ability is excellent, Taoist friends want to burn my Buddhist scriptures, but you still need to work harder. After praising his robe with a smile, he asked, "What's so famous about your crystal cover, and it looks very strange?"

"My crystal cover is made of cold stone ice crystals, mixed with ice spirit beads, and sealed an evil North Sea ice mantis in it, the effect of fire and heat insulation is extraordinary, the master should pay attention. He Zhengzhi said with a smile.

"The introduction is vague, but this crystal cover is not your magic weapon. By the way, I heard that there is an ice cover in Hengshan Water Moon Temple, which is very similar to the one you use, isn't this one?"

"Daoist friends really know the magic weapons of my Taoist sect very well, that's right, this is the treasure of the Water Moon Temple, the Ice Claw Cold Crystal Cover. That is, this is a major event related to the reputation of the Daomen, so it can be borrowed. After He Zhengzhi said with a smile, he stopped talking nonsense and concentrated on the flame burning towards the pile of Buddhist scriptures.

Any defensive magic weapon has a limit to defense, whether it is the asbestos robe that took out by Morteng, or the ice mantis cold crystal cover that He Zhengzhi took out, after being burned by the fire for an hour, the aura on the surface has dimmed a lot.

"Flaming Mountain is really a fire cultivation holy land, but it's a pity that I'm an earth attribute, otherwise I would have gone there to be a neighbor with Brother Niu. Seeing that the flames poured out of He Zhengzhi's gourd were powerful, the Lion Camel King couldn't help but joke.

"The Flame Mountain is a saint's thing, and a special person has been sent to supervise it, God knows what the saint thinks. Whether this Flame Mountain will lead to a catastrophe in the future, no one knows, it is definitely not a good place, it is okay to cultivate, it is best not to think about opening up a cave there. The Bull Demon King waved his hand.

"Red Boy, how is your cultivation in the Flame Mountain?" asked the Macaque King with a smile.

"It's okay, the Holy Infant is very good, he has the longevity of the same day, he cultivates and improves very fast, far beyond me, hehe......" As soon as he talked about the red child, the face of the Bull Demon King was happy.

"The tiger father has no dogs, congratulations to Brother Niu for giving birth to a unicorn, but it is much better than the few boys in my family who only know how to fight in the nest and cannot succeed. Peng Peng Demon King said enviously.

"The third child is not authentic, your children still know how to fight, they are bloody, unlike those soft eggs in my family, they are cowardly, they are almost angry with me!"

"Is this a miserable meeting? The eldest brother, the second brother, and the third brother are so authentic, and I despise them in front of a few of us who have not even made a family!" Chen Xian complained.

"Hehe, don't talk about it, watch the game!" Knowing that Chen Xian was joking, the Bull Demon King waved his hand and smiled.

While several demon saints were talking and laughing, the situation in the field changed again, and I saw that on the asbestos robe of Morteng, the golden Buddha mantra dimmed.

Although the flame in He Zhengzhi's hand is a pseudo-Doushi fire, but after all, it has a trace of the breath of a saint, but it is not something that ordinary things can stop, just look at Sun Wukong's body that even the demon king can't break with a heavy treasure, but he was burned by the red boy's samadhi true fire that implies the Tushi fire, which shows the power of this flame.

Seeing that the asbestos robe was not supported, Shi Moteng was also anxious, and there was an extra gold post in his hand. The gold post has the six-character mantra of the Buddhist family of "Om Mani Horn Mi Mi", and the golden post is shining with divine light, releasing a strong coercion, which is obviously a powerful hand.

Morteng gritted his teeth and pasted the gold paste to the bottom of the net bottle. With the blessing of the Buddha, I saw that the anger of the Ming King, who was already very violent, was even more violent, and the temperature was like a saint, and the void was directly burned through, forming a black hole.

The power of King Ming's wrath suddenly increased, causing the ice claw cold crystal cover that had been calcined for more than an hour, and the ice claw cold crystal cover, which was already swaying, was greatly damaged, and with a "snap", the aura shattered.

"Ang!" When the aura was shattered, a terrible dragon groan came from the ice mantis cold crystal cover, and I saw a strange dragon phantom covered in ice and hornless on the top appeared on the cover wall, opening its mouth and filament, spitting out wisps of silver and white snow-bright cold air, and pressed the anger of the Ming King around him to shrink back.

The aura on the ice mantis cold crystal cover shattered, and the ice mantis appeared, He Zhengzhi was also surprised, knowing that under the blessing of the Buddha mantra, the power of the Ming King was increased by more than one level, and the ice mantis cold crystal cover was afraid that it would not last long.

"Hmph!" He Zhengzhi snorted angrily, and he couldn't care about the grandmaster's demeanor, he untied the yellow ribbon tied around his waist, took off the water and fire robe on his body, and shook it in the wind, covering the ice mantis cold crystal cover.

"Although my water and fire robe is wonderful, the quality is far inferior to the ice mantis cold crystal cover, I'm afraid it won't last long, I still have to break the other party's robe as soon as possible and burn the other party's scriptures. He Zhengzhi thought secretly.

"Now that I have one win and one loss, I have to win this game, otherwise how can I be worthy of everyone to help Daoyou. He Zheng's heart was full of hatred, and he immediately slashed his palm, and the boiling essence blood poured into the gourd in his hand, stimulating the power of the flame to the maximum.

After drinking the immortal blood full of spiritual power, the purple pseudo-dou rate fire was dyed with a trace of brilliant blood light, and the temperature soared rapidly, burning a black hole in the void.

After being hit by the pseudo-doushi fire that had been raging once, the golden Buddha mantras on the asbestos robe collapsed one by one, and they were transformed into mortals.

Whether it is asbestos, ice silk, phoenix wisps, without the blessing of the Buddha's mantra, it is just a stronger material, which can withstand the calcination of the pseudo-Tushi fire that can withstand the strengthening of infinitely close to the Tushi fire, and is immediately liquefied and reduced to the purest material.

He didn't care about the destruction of his robe, gritted his teeth, and cut his palm, blessing the Buddha's blood to the furious Ming Wang's anger.

"Sneer......" King Ming's anger immediately went berserk, dyed with blood, as if he really turned into the King of Ming, and the anger in his heart turned into anger, which could burn the sky and destroy the earth.

"Boom ......"

He Zhengzhi's water and fire robe was burned by the blood-colored Ming King's wrath, and there was a roar, and it suddenly cracked into countless pieces, throwing them away like a butterfly, being burned by the fire, turning into ashes, and dissipating in the wind.

At this time, the fighting method was at a fierce point, He Zhengzhi didn't have time to feel sorry for the Taoist robe that had accompanied him for hundreds of years, and seeing that the situation was becoming more and more unfavorable, he punched his chest and shook his heart blood out and sprayed it on the gourd.

"Boom ......" The gourd in He Zhengzhi's hand vibrates, and if the plane roars, the pseudo-doushi fire in it gushes out like a wave, and the asbestos robe of Morteng is burned to ashes in just one moment, engulfing those Buddhist scriptures.

Although the material of the Buddhist scriptures is ordinary, it is a great handbook of Buddhism, containing the great power and spirit in it, not a mortal thing, although it is engulfed by fire, but the golden Buddha light on the surface flows, it will avoid the flames and not be burned by the fire.

The robe was destroyed, and Morteng's heart became more and more anxious, and he didn't have time to pity it at all, so he also forced his efforts to bless the fire of King Ming's anger, and stepped up the burning of the ice mantis cold crystal cover.

"Aung Aung ......"

After He Zhengzhi's water and fire Dao robe was refined into flying ashes, the Ice Claw Cold Crystal Cover was directly exposed to the furious Ming King's wrath, and before this time it was even more powerful, the ice claw inside it was constantly wailing.

That ice cockroach was no more than the level of a golden immortal, and the Ming King's wrath, which had withstood the blessing of the half-step Daluo powerhouse, but after a while, it was refined into a cold breath that dissipated with the wind.

The aura and the ice mantis disappeared one after another, and the ice mantis cold crystal cover was only an empty shell made of cold stone ice crystals and ice spirit beads, and at most three breaths would turn into stone water. He Zheng's heart was very anxious, his eyes were red, his heart suddenly became ruthless, the Yuan Shen went out of his body, shattered the flesh body heavenly spirit with one palm, and took out the flesh essence qi like a gourd.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

With such a huge amount of essence pouring in, the gourd suddenly began to vibrate violently, and there was too much energy, and cracks were even stretched out on the gourd.

In order to avoid being blown up, ......the gourd could only increase the energy and pour it, and the red purple pseudo-doushi blood flame shot out like a laser, and after a while, several Buddhist scriptures with slightly weaker aura were burned.

The cold light flashed in Morteng's eyes, and it was also the original spirit out of the body, smashing the heavenly spirit, taking the essence qi, and blessing the anger of the Ming King.

The two sides have fought so far, and the means have been exhausted, and what remains is who burns the other party's scriptures first.

The Ming King's anger, which was blessed by the essence of the body of Morteng, vaporized the cold crystal cover of the ice marrow that was only empty in an instant, and the blood-red and bright flames burned several Taoist scriptures in an instant.

"Interesting, really interesting, a fight, a half-step Daluo, a late Taiyi master both autopsies, it's really enjoyable to watch. The macaque king danced and laughed.

"Don't make any noise, the winner will be decided soon!"