"Do you think that with the treasure lamp of Rulai, you can take care of our affairs?"

"Little monk, I'm afraid you really don't know how thick the sky is. ”

After saying that, the yin wind was blowing, and in the midst of the chaos, a ghost claw condensed and slapped towards Jielu.

Jielu has also been prepared, with golden light on his body, and his back shows the appearance of the Dharma, just like the Buddha sitting on the top of the Mahavira Treasure Hall, holding the wisdom seal in one hand, turning it slightly with the other hand, and then slapping it out with a palm without hurry.

Syllable!

As if separated by time and space, a claw and a palm collided in one place.

A strong and domineering power mixed with decay, festering and even stench came, Jielu only felt that his whole body was scattered, and the Buddha Yuan, who was strong in the past, collapsed at the touch of this rotten force, and the Buddha bones engraved with Buddhist scriptures also made a creaking sound, and a trace of cracks appeared.

The ninth sister looked at the Jielu who stepped forward, and her eyes were a little complicated, and they flashed away.

But he quickly flashed in front of Jielu and blocked the old woman's next attack.

When her hands waved, there was a faint wind of a general, like an iron-blooded emperor, who was conquering the battlefield.

A violent punch, with the smell of iron and blood, the bright red and bright color, stung the eyes of others.

The ghost claws were torn apart by the iron-blooded killing fist.

The old woman took a few steps back and let out a sharp voice: "This is a killing fist! Bai Qi has fought all his life and tempered the battlefield skills, it seems that you have eaten them all." It's no wonder that you intercept this memory, it's really interesting. But you think you'll be able to beat me? ”

"Take me one more shot. ”

As the old woman spoke, twelve ghost flags appeared behind her, each of which was shaking.

In the chaos, there seems to be an infinite sinister terror spreading, trying to swallow everything.

Sister Jiu's fist style changed again.

At some point, her fingertips had already rubbed a dazzling sword light.

This sword light is pregnant with an unparalleled brilliance.

In this Guanghua, there is a splendid palace city, there are thousands of countries coming to the court, there is wealth in the world, and there are more ups and downs.

This sword is like a painting.

The world in the painting is like the Tang Dynasty.

"Since you don't look down on Bai Qi's fist, then try Pei Min's sword!" Sister Nine didn't know who it was, but she used two famous characters who had been passed down through the ages one after another.

These two people are both heroes of the times.

Though they die, their names endure.

Poof!

Covered by sword energy, it evolves into a country.

Sheng Tang was in Li Bai's poems, Zhang Xu's cursive, and Pei Min's sword.

The chaos that covered it was unclear, and it was cut by the sword qi one after another, and in this chaos of annihilation, a world appeared hastily, which should be real, but it dissipated.

Two powerful forces once collided into a spark-like world.

That may also be a brilliant story.

Chu He, who was hiding in the hall of reincarnation and looking out, was also stunned.

It seems to be a simple fight, but I didn't expect that it would involve such a profound field.

This gave him the feeling that he was watching a saint fight.

"But... Strange! It's really weird!" Chu He felt strange, but there were too many.

First of all, the old woman and the ninth sister, although they have a place similar to the Mixed Yuan Daluo Jin Immortal, they both have obvious flaws, and their breath fluctuates, one high and one low, which makes it difficult to judge.

Secondly... Why didn't she kill Jielu?

Chu He's doubts are here.

Jielu's vision is still a little lower.

He can't see through it, it doesn't mean that Chu He can't see through it either.

The old woman said that she was vicious, but in fact, when she fought with Jielu, she was really merciful.

Otherwise, in an instant... Jielu will be crushed to death by the other party.

"Could it be that he is not afraid of what he says, but in fact, he is very honest in his heart because of the Buddha?" Chu He thought.

This may be the most reasonable explanation, but Chu He doesn't believe it.

He felt that all this, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so simple.

The fight between the old woman and the ninth sister has reached a stalemate.

The fight between them seems simple, but it is mixed with incomprehensible subtleties, sometimes it is really like a confrontation between two unpopular warriors, sometimes it is like a cultivator fighting the method, and sometimes they each take out the stunts of those heroes and heroes who have passed away in the long river of history, and display them in the Yellow Spring of this underworld.

It looks like a fight, but it feels like an entanglement and exchange. And... The old woman's methods are quite life-threatening, and the ninth sister is a little restrained, always ruthless, and seems passive.

Jielu looked at it but was very anxious.

Concern is chaos.

He already had a heart of his own, simple, unpretentious, innocent and immature.

When his heart is still the heart of Chu He.

Chu He's sophistication and composure and calmness (buyaolian) will be his heart, and he can properly withdraw himself and see more clearly. And because of their own concern and confusion, they will not be able to see some superficial tendencies and truths, and they will not be able to understand them.

But now... He is not Chu He, he is just a precept.

Chu He's memory, he has always kept.

But the concept is like... When Jarvis turned into a vision, he became a stupid beep.

Mechanically execute orders, or act according to the master's habits. It is a completely different concept from acting according to one's own preferences and ideas.

"Ninth Sister, I'll help you!" Jielu didn't notice it at all, this was not a battle he could participate in.

Holding the Buddha beads, the Buddha beads burned with Buddha fat, lit the lamp on the Buddha lamp, like a vast dragon, rushing towards the old woman.

"Don't!" Sister Nine couldn't help but stop her.

The old woman pulled out, and the twelve black flags behind her circulated, shrouding towards Jielu.

Chu He's fingers twitched slightly, and he almost couldn't help but make a move.

The next moment, Sister Nine subconsciously moved.

A scarlet fire burned within her, and it had the power to destroy everything.

It burns, not air, not matter, not even any superficial existence.

It burns 'being'.

Existence itself is its nourishment and fuel.

Rumble!

The flames spread directly to the old woman.

And the old woman, who was originally shrouded in the shadow of Jielu, paused in front of Jielu and never moved forward.

Fire··· The old woman's body was all over her and lit her into a huge torch.

In the torch, however, the old woman's hearty laughter came out.

"Boom... I'm relieved, what about you?" In the embers of the flames, the old woman left one last word, and then disappeared, and there was no trace of it anymore.

And in the thought of Jielu, the memories of this old woman are rapidly dissipating.

He didn't remember that such a person had been there.

And Chu He also found that his Yuan Shen was rapidly forgetting certain things.

"Senior brother, help!" Chu He shouted, he didn't even know why he was shouting at the moment.

Scold!

Yuding Zhenren's immortal sword came out of the sheath, with the power of the cycle of life and death, picked out a thought of Chu He, a little memory, from the time and space that was about to be erased, and then sealed it in a mark that cut time and space in a short period of time, and sent it to Chu He's hands.

"If you want to keep it, send it out of the realm first. Otherwise, the powerful erasing force will still be pursued until your memory is destroyed. ”