The overall shape of the jar is similar to that of the wine jar, but there is an evil aura that can be felt in it, "This spirit gathering jar contains more than a dozen vicious and evil demon beasts, I collected them together and devoured each other, brewing the most powerful demon beast, its power is even higher than the meat butterfly, since you insist on seeing my hole cards, then be ready to take the move." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The evening breeze was miserable, the cold moon was cold, Wang Yangzi held the bottom of the jar with one hand, and lifted the seal with the other, with a "whew", as the seal was opened, a malicious evil qi surged out from inside the jar, gathered around Wang Yangzi, and gradually condensed into a behemoth with teeth and claws.

"I'll just call you a ghost. Wang Yangzi caressed the evil beast beside him, as if he was caressing his own child. This thing is one foot five feet tall, with a long body, well-developed hind legs and short front legs, two hind legs on the ground, and a tail raised high so that the body can maintain balance.

The head is large, strangely shaped, with a mouth in the middle, teeth exposed, and a hard cuticle covered in the body, which is scary to look at.

After the ghost appeared, the meat butterfly looked a little afraid, and without waiting for Wang Yangzi's order, he turned his body into nothingness and disappeared into the night.

The devil's bloody mouth was wide, and scarlet fleshy tongues emerged from it, and saliva dripped from the gap between the tongue and teeth, melting and burning through the bluestone floor. Although it is not large, it has a very terrifying power, which can be seen from the evil aura that surrounds it.

The so-called demon, the definition of the fairy world is that everything in the world except for human beings, once it produces spiritual intelligence, it is called a demon. Under this definition, almost all the incredible creatures in the world can be explained by the name "demon".

The ghost is the ultimate body produced by the devouring of evil beasts from each other, and it has the most powerful evil soul, and it is the most evil of the demons, the most evil of the demons! The gloomy aura that lingers on the surface of the body is similar to the black sword in Yan Tiantian's hand, and you can vaguely hear the miserable and painful wails from it.

Wang Yangzi took off the other sword he was carrying behind him, both swords were made of ordinary fine iron, although they were sharp, they did not seal the beast soul, and they were not immortal weapons.

But at the same time, he pointed to the Pure Spirit Monk: "Go, ghost, kill him for me." ”

The powerful ghost was obedient, and after receiving the order, the triangular eyes seemed to be even redder, the pupils contracted into a point, and he strode towards the pure spirit monk, who folded his hands and chanted softly: "Amitabha, the world is disturbed, the world stops and goes, I am willing to use Nanke to dream and turn the dirty turbid world into a pure land." ”

The ghost pounced on the Pure Spirit Monk accurately, far away, and then jumped high, looking like a huge body, but in fact flexible and fast, very powerful, after landing, the bluestone ground stepped out of the crack, and the Pure Spirit Monk had already retreated steadily.

The ghost pursued, the blood basin mouth devoured all the way, its body continued to grow in the process of pursuit, and it actually extended the distance of one meter forward, without appearing abrupt, and the whole body was exaggerated and twisted under the combined action of evil qi and body, becoming a monster that stretched and devoured wantonly, chasing and biting the pure spirit monk all the way.

The latter was forced to the edge of the ring, and there was no way to retreat, no way to avoid it, and he could only fold his hands. Strange to say, he seems to make a move with his hands folded before every move, and it stands to reason that this action is a loophole in his every move, and it is an opportunity to take advantage of the void. But in fact, his starting style is natural, although it appears vividly in his eyes, but when he thinks about it carefully, he can't recall the details in any case, and only feels that a streamer passes in front of him, turning into the most incredible starting hand.

It is obviously a weakness, but it has been forcibly transformed into a very subtle move, there is no doubt that the Pure Spirit Monk must have invested endless efforts in this style, just like Shen Fei's swordsmanship, which has experienced wind and rain, and has been tempered thousands of times.

Craftsmen achieve peerless swords with thousands of hammer drops, and warriors achieve the strongest skills with thousands of punches. Everything in the world, only by doing everything and constantly grinding and tempering, can we come to the best state of our ideals.

The Pure Spirit Monk clasped his hands together and litigated lightly: "Amitabha." At the same time, the ghost pounced fiercely, the blood mouth was violent, and the terrifying combination of evil qi that swirled around the body looked like hundreds of unjust ghosts who were suffering at the same time and pounced on the Pure Spirit Monk. The audience all sweated for the little monk.

"I would like to use Nanke to dream of the world and solve the disturbances in the world. The Pure Spirit Monk suddenly rushed forward with a punch, and the terrifying air flow roared out from there, screaming the ghost in front of him to pieces. The ghost did not retreat and flee like a meat butterfly, and its body, which was washed away by the powerful fist, recovered from the gradually rising evil qi under its fierce will to not be afraid of death, not only resisted this time stubbornly, but even counterattacked and bitten.

The first time the Pure Spirit Monk frowned, this was the first time he had shown such an expression since he came to the arena, which showed the strength of the opponent this time, and it can be seen that Wang Yangzi is not an ordinary person.

The hearts of the audience rose to their throats, and the originally inconspicuous Pure Spirit Monk, his strong rise caused strong dissatisfaction among the audience, and they very much hoped that someone would be able to defeat him. However, Wang Yangzi's series of evil deeds have changed everyone's state of mind, and compared with Wang Yangzi, who is extremely terrifying, if the Pure Spirit Monk can win, it will be better. That's the difference that comparisons make.

The ghost is a collection of fifteen powerful evil beasts that Wang Yangzi gathers and devours each other, which is the embodiment of extreme evil and the spokesperson of terror. Unleashed at this moment, it has indeed produced breathtaking results.

Seeing that the power of the pure spirit monk's punch was exhausted, the ghost was actually under the cold fist strength, getting stronger and stronger, and the backlash came, and it was incredible. The eyebrows of the Pure Spirit Monk frowned slightly for a moment, and it was immediately relieved, revealing a kind eyebrow, and at the same time, he withdrew his right fist that had been pushed forward, and his hands were folded again. A bright and clear holy light pierced through the black clouds, enveloping the Pure Spirit Monk himself and the Ghost Warrior with his teeth and claws.

This holy light appeared under the dark clouds, like a lantern lit on the dark night road, like a miracle, bringing incredible hope to people. At the same time, the sacred and solemn words of the Buddha murmured, as if hundreds of eminent monks were chanting together.

The sound of the Buddha's voice this time was completely different from the previous one, with the momentum of a mountain flood and tsunami, and it flowed into everyone's ears strongly, making them feel admiration and worship. At the end of the line of sight, the black clouds were plated in pure white and rolled in the sky, forming the face of the Buddha with a solemn appearance.

The right hand that the pure spirit monk retracted was pushed out again, this time it did not turn into a punch, but quietly pressed it on the forehead of the ghost, just like this, but it seemed that there was a tsunami-like power rushing in, "I would like to use Nanke to dream and solve the disturbances in the world!"

Saying these words again, the Pure Spirit Monk was calm and comfortable, with a peaceful expression and pink petals flying beside him.

"I would like to use Nanke to dream of the world and solve the disturbances in the world. The Pure Spirit Monk's right hand stretched out horizontally, against the forehead of the ghost, and the pure light shone in the palm of his hand, and the pink petals flew around him, and the clouds swept away, gathering into an incredible solemn appearance.

"Go, sleep quietly, and when you wake up, all the troubles of the world will be gone from you. The Pure Spirit Monk said.

The ghost's fangs and claws were really as he said, gradually calmed down, returned to its original appearance, closed its eyes and slowly poured down, and the terrifying aura on its body was withdrawn into its body.

"This ......" The audience was silent, and everyone was stunned, shocked by the solemn appearance displayed by the Pure Spirit Monk at that moment just now, and even more shocked by his astonishing methods.

"I would like to use Nan Ke to dream and solve the disturbances in the world!" The people in the arena will always remember this sentence, and they will always remember the wandering monk Jingling monk, it turns out that this is the real Buddhist monk, and the Buddhist monk who is completely different from the Buddhist monk he encountered in the temple.

The Pure Spirit Monk folded his hands again, and the various fantastic visions that appeared before were restored to their original state, and the heavens and the earth returned to their original state, calm and dark, only in the hearts of everyone, the Buddha light poured down from the sky was eternal and immortal.

A lamp can point out the direction of progress for passers-by, and a light can give light guidance to the state of mind that has been impregnated by the turbid world. Different from the extreme evil of the scorching sky, different from Shao Baiyu's eyes above the top, the purpose of the appearance of the Pure Spirit Monk is to save the world, save the world, save people, purify all sentient beings, and return the world to the Pure Land.

His appearance is like a light that illuminates people's dark hearts.

The Pure Spirit Monk bent down, gently stroked the sleeping ghost, and said lovingly: "Sleep for a while, and when you wake up, the evil in your heart will leave you forever." ”

The Pure Spirit Monk caressed it for a while, stood up again, and walked towards Wang Yangzi, "Your little pet has been subdued by me, what should I do now?"

"Surrendered? Do you think there really is a pure land in the world? You are too naïve, little monk. Wang Yangzi held a sword in each hand and sneered gloomily.

This smile brought a very bad feeling to the Pure Spirit Monk, and he suddenly turned around, and sure enough, he saw the ghost who had fallen asleep peacefully opened his eyes again, shook his head, and struggled to get up from the ground.

Wang Yoko's sneering voice came from behind him: "It's ridiculous that the ghost comes from a nightmare, but you want to bind it with a scroll of dreams, it's boring." ”

The Pure Spirit Monk frowned again, probably realizing the deviation between the attachment in his heart and the reality, and shook his head helplessly: "Amitabha, the mortal world is turbid, my heart is pure, since you are obsessed with this evil animal, I can't ...... anymore."

Before the rest of the words were finished, the ghost had already pounced, a bloody mouth was violently opened, and the suppressed evil qi poured out of the body again, and the body turned into a distorted state.

At the same time, Wang Yangzi swung his sword with both hands, and a bright yellow talisman burned at the tip of the sword, and when the talisman burned out, two fire dragons pounced out at the same time, devouring the vest of the Pure Spirit Monk.

One after the other, the Pure Spirit Monk fell into the danger of being attacked by the enemy on his back due to his own delusions, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

In such a very dangerous situation, he still folded his palms unhurriedly, and said calmly as usual, "Amitabha, Buddha, the asceticism of my generation has just begun." Suddenly, with the Pure Spirit Monk himself as the center, the divine glow radiated, reflecting his skin into a crystal clear color, as beautiful and natural as a precious jade.

Under the illumination of this glow, the ghost's incomparably hard body melted like dust, and the roaring fire dragon was evaporated like a gas, a light that purified the world of evil, and everything that the pure spirit monk thought was evil would be removed.

"What is this!" Seeing his beloved pet beast gradually dissolving under the incredible power, Wang Yangzi was distressed and shouted loudly, but was surprised to find that all the sounds in his mouth were purified by extreme silence, and he couldn't show any teasing.

Soon, the brilliance shone to the front, Wang Yangzi realized the danger, realized the irresistibility of this force, turned around and wanted to escape, but at the moment before the talisman was ignited, he was inexplicably appeared in front of the pure spirit monk against the eyebrows: "Amitabha, I would like to use Nanke to have a dream to calm the disturbances in the world! Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha, you are my first disciple." ”

No one could see clearly how the Pure Spirit Monk moved to Wang Yangzi's approach out of thin air, and no one knew why the glow that had purified everything before suddenly lost its effect, they only saw that the Pure Spirit Monk exuded a quiet and peaceful light, and his right hand was pressed against Wang Yangzi's eyebrows with one hand.

Then, just like Yang Qi, Wang Yangzi, who was arrogant and domineering before, slowly poured down under the infusion of this mysterious power, and knelt down in front of the knees of the pure spirit monk, "Amitabha, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground!"

The ultimate delusion is the ultimate horror, and the ascetic journey of the Pure Spirit Monk will bring unimaginable fear to the arena and to the most prosperous Jinling!

Yang Rong in the audience hugged her childhood sweetheart brother with sadness: "Brother Qi, that monk is too powerful, it seems that we have no hope of revenge." "Hot tears fell, and what the Pure Spirit Monk brought to people was a different level, even a deep despair that surpassed the scorching sky.

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Early the next morning, Shen Fei and Nalan Ruoxue were dining in the inn, and they heard the whispered discussion of the people around them: "Have you heard, something big happened in the arena." ”

"I've seen it with my own eyes. That monk called Jingling is so fucking powerful, as sacred and inviolable as a god, and the battle with Wang Yangzi made me look stupid. ”

"Wang Yangzi? You saw it with your own eyes? Tell me, talk about it!"

"Oops, I didn't bring money for wine when I went out today, so I'm in a hurry to go back and get the money......"

"I please, I please, this meal is mine!"