"It's a matter of Xuanmen's luck, so I have to come. The No Return Daoist said without backing down.

"In this case, Poor Dao wants to know how much Brother Dao's cultivation has increased over the years. "Last time, in the Nuwa Temple, the two fought because of the lead to the Taoist's shot, but they never won or lost, but in the eyes of the quasi-Daoist, the period of enlightenment for the Daoist without return is very over, and he will definitely not be his opponent, and he must be taught a lesson today, and his face will be lost.

"Poor Dao is also about to ask Daoist friends to teach the Western Method, how many Xuanmen are reborn?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the two of them had appeared in the chaos, but it was the saint who made a move, and every move implied the law of heaven and earth.

As soon as the two of them appeared in the chaos, they saw the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in the hands of the Quasi-Daoist brushing, and the colorful Liulan rolled towards the Daoist of No Return, and in the colorful light, it contained earth, fire, water, wind, air, vision, and knowledge, rolling the chaotic airflow, even if it was the respect of the saint, it was absolutely not pleasing to be swept by this color.

Seeing this, the returnless Taoist snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and saw a simple picture scroll flying out, light and fluttering, not showing power, but once he got rid of it, he saw countless chaotic clouds gathering, turning into a hundred-mile-sized wind and cloud Taiji whirlpool, directly buckling the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, gathering purple thunder, the electric snake wandered away, faintly heard the crackling sound, and the silver light flashed from time to time outside the purple clouds, and there was a great danger hidden in the beauty, just like the beautiful poppies, which were dazzling, but also harmful.

The whirlpool is a few sizes in a circle, like a funnel, and the center points directly to the Qibao Miao Tree, and the thunder is attracted by the whirlpool, joining it, the power is even more ferocious, shattering the colorful streamer of the Dao Dao brushed by the Qibao Miao Tree, turning into an aura that continues to grow the cloud whirlpool.

It's amazing!

A hint of discoloration flashed in the eyes of the quasi-Daoist, he didn't want this Daoist to be so strong, in the Nuwa Temple in the past, I am afraid that he has not yet gone all out.

Immediately, the quasi-Tidao person looked pale, did not dare to slack off, stretched out his hand and pointed, and saw that above Qingyun, there were eighteen hands and twenty-four doors of a golden body, holding the Yingluo umbrella cover, flower and fish intestines, such as holding the pestle treasure file, the golden bell and the golden bow, the silver halberd flag and other pieces. The three bucket-sized golden relics were spinning drippingly, and a golden light of merit went straight to the sky, and the sound of Sanskrit singing went straight into the nine heavens, showing immeasurable might.

There are twenty-four Bodhi golden bodies, making various expressions such as joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, greed, resentment, infatuation, and anger, all of which are different, and there are eighteen hands, holding the Yingluo, the umbrella cover, the flower guan, the fish intestine, the golden bow, the silver halberd, the divine pestle, the treasure keng, the golden vase, and other things, waving together, each with its own rules, as if it has contained the essence of all the movement and change between heaven and earth, and in the chaos, it excites countless colorful streams, shakes the universe, and scatters the whirlpool of clouds.

Seeing this, the Daoist was not surprised, if the quasi-Daoist did not even have this ability, he was not considered a saint of the heavens, and with a wave of the six pure bamboos in his hand, he saw the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, the color, fragrance, body and taste, and the six senses were closed and smashed towards the golden body of the quasi-Daoist, and in an instant, he saw the six pure bamboos flashing, turning into an immeasurable bamboo forest, brushing all things, and brushing towards the relics in the hands of the golden body.

Although the power of those relics is boundless, but only the manifestation of the saint's mind, compared to the six pure bamboos and other innate treasures, it is far from the same, only to see the bamboo cane swaying, crackling, like the rain hitting the plantain, the Yingluo, the umbrella cover, the flower pot, the fish intestine smashed to smash, turned into rolling gold powder, scattered in the chaos, as if the Buddha's light shines, so gorgeous.

Seeing this, the quasi-Tidao people were immediately furious, and with a wave of their big hands, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree waved, and the rolling Liulan turned into rainbow light, and in the colorful light, the Western Buddha Kingdom manifested, the Elysium, the sevenfold column, the sevenfold net, and the sevenfold tree, all of which were the four treasures, surrounded by turns. There are seven treasure pools, eight merit waters, filled with them, and the bottom of the pool is pure with golden sand. Four-sided steps, gold and silver, glass, glass synthesis. There is a pavilion on it, and it is also decorated with gold and silver, glass, glass, clams, red beads, and agate. The lotus flower in the pond is as big as a wheel, cyan, cyan, yellow, yellow, red, red, white, white, delicately fragrant. At six o'clock in the day and night, the rain mandala blooms. There are such wonderful variegated birds: white cranes, peacocks, parrots, relics, Kalingpinga, birds of common destiny and other birds, at six o'clock in the day and night, they make a harmonious sound. Its sound is smooth five roots, seven Bodhi points, eight holy path points, and so on. It is really broad and pure, pure and solemn.

trapped those six pure bamboos in it, but with the help of the Buddha world, he suppressed the power of such spiritual treasures.

A hint of sarcasm flashed in the eyes of the returnless Taoist, and he said with a smile: "In the world of Buddhism, I still want to trap the poor Dao Lingbao. After that, the Daoist of No Return pinched the seal, and saw the six pure bamboos swaying violently, and a clear spirit of spirit rose to the sky, educating the human race for many years and protecting the manifestation of sentient beings.

In the world of the Buddha Kingdom, there is a vision of the fairy road, the peak of the fairy peak is dangerous, and the steep Cui Wei is great. Slope grows grass, and the ground grows Ganoderma lucidum. The roots are connected to the show, and the top is connected to the sky. Green pine, green willow, purple chrysanthemum and red plum. Green peach ginkgo, jujube and pear. Immortals judge paintings, hermits Go. The sages talked and talked about the mysteries. Smell the monster, listen to the fox. The bear cuts its tail, and the leopard dances and cries. The dragon roars and the tiger roars, and the green warbler flies. The rhinoceros looks at the moon, and the seahorse is hoarse. There are many changes in different birds, and fairy birds are rare in the world. The peacock talks about the scriptures, and the fairy child jade flute blows. The strange pine Pangu top, the treasure tree reflects the sand embankment. The mountains are high and the red sun is approaching, and the stream is wide and the water flow is low.

Not only that, with the urging of the six pure bamboos, I saw the green dragon entrenched in the east, the white tiger roaring in the west, the vermilion bird dancing in the south, and the Xuanwu shaking the sky in the north.

Seeing this, the quasi-Daoist was shocked, he didn't expect that the strength of the Daoist without returning was so strong, and there was no person in the world of the Buddha who could not be measured, but the Daoist without returning to the Tao manifested the four spirits with six pure bamboos, the saint, the image of the Hou Tu Niang Niang, the four spirits suppressed the heaven and the earth, the sage taught sentient beings, and the Hou Tu gave up his body to reincarnate, all of which were outside the unquenchable Buddha country.

Immediately, the quasi-Ti Daoist sacrificed the blue lotus treasure color flag, and then saw the big relics shoot into the void, manifest the Dao Dao Qinglian, overwhelming the sky, falling in the immortal road vision, surrounding it, like a sea of flowers, unable to stretch, nor falling into the beautiful scenery of the Buddha country.

(End of chapter)