The old monk relied on his ability to give birth to lotus step by step, and finally chased Spider Mountain before midnight, which is also a famous wild mountain between Nagato Province and Bima Country, and is one of the ten wild mountains in the Japanese slave country.

What is a wild mountain, it is a magic mountain with the existence of wild gods and evil beings, and people are often hanged by spider silk, and most of the dead are men, and when they hang themselves, they still have a happy smile on their faces.

As the presiding officer of the Shingon Sect, the old monk of the Central Plains naturally has some means of subduing demons and subduing demons, as soon as he stepped into it, the Buddha beads in his hand turned non-stop, and the leaves around him also 'rustled', and all kinds of strange sounds kept ringing.

The old monk's shriveled face did not move, his mouth kept muttering mantras composed of Japanese slave and Central Plains languages, and the light in his eyes flickered to resist these evil existences.

Strange to say, the more you go into the mountains, the more these strange movements should be, but unexpectedly, as you go deeper and deeper, the sound becomes smaller and smaller, and finally disappears into nothingness.

Then he saw a light that was not very bright, and the hot and hot gas that filled the flames around it, like lava, and it was not caused by the flames!

The old monk saw the figure next to the fire at first sight, the thin body, but it gave people an incomparably majestic feeling, as if the demon king had come to the world, obviously with his eyes closed, but the black hair was slightly undulating, and the aura of the spirit and spirit was almost condensed into substance, pervasive, and what was even more terrifying was that it was improving all the time.

The development of physical strength and strength, in this environment of the world's enemies, has turned into spiritual nourishment, with one person against the military fortune of one country, this grand goal is to let the other party continue to destroy the essence, energy, and spirit through one peak after another.

"It's too similar!"

The old monk of the Central Plains sighed, took off his upper body of Buddha clothes, revealing a strong body like a prime of life, and the runes on his robe were pasted on the surrounding trees by him one after another.

And the enemy did not react at all, or rather, the enemy was happy to see this happen.

The more prosperous the martial arts are, the more valuable it is for the demon king who wants to destroy the martial fortune of a country.

Finally, the old monk was like a monk who had arranged a great array of demons against the backdrop of a group of Buddha seals and Buddhist texts, took a deep breath, pinched the seal of the king of Ming, stepped out, and the ground shook three times, "Pro!"

"Bing!"

"Fight!"

"Who!"

"Both!"

"Array!"

"Columns!"

"In!"

"Before!"

With each step, the old monk's muscles began to swell, and at the same time, the brass color of the bottom layer of the skin and flesh was also squeezed out, like a Buddha statue brushed with Buddha oil.

In the end, the muscles are stacked layer by layer, just like the remnants of the Luohan Temple, no, even exaggerated.

And with his advanced age, he has the explosive power of his prime, which is unusual, and every time the mantra is drunk, under the repeated reverberation and expansion of the surrounding demon subduing runes, the force field of Buddhism becomes stronger and stronger, and in the last change of the sun wheel seal to the treasure bottle seal, it finally turns into a great power vajra.

The momentum of Buddhism to subdue demons has been achieved, and it can finally be on par with the terrifying momentum of heaven and earth fire and burning everything.

It seems that he has finally waited for this moment, the demon king's drooping eyes finally moved, his eyelids slowly opened, and his eyes only swept away, and the eyes that seemed to represent the other party's unruly will pierced the old monk's heart.

The old monk's face froze, and he took three steps back, stepping on a half-foot-thick footprint with each step, and there was even green smoke coming out, and the force field of the Great Mighty Vajra Bowl, which had been accumulated with great difficulty, almost broke.

It's like a demon god who wants to rebel against the sky, with red hair and bloody eyes, stirring up mountains and seas, and wanting to completely tear apart the world.

In the last step, the old monk's eyes closed suddenly, and his mood instantly changed to an ancient well without waves, and he entered the empty world, even if the outside world collapsed, his heart was as one.

"Huh?"

What the old monk showed was the housekeeping ability of the Luohan Temple, the unity of fist and Zen.

"The poor monk Guangci, before crossing the Japanese slaves in the east and incarnating as the presiding officer of the Shingon Sect, was listed as an Arhat in the town of the Arhat Temple. ”

"It is rumored that under Fuhai, Zhenlong, Chang Hui, Hongren, and Wumei Shitai, there is also a little junior brother who has the most Buddha nature, and that is you?"

"Yes, when the sea disaster was rampant, the king of Meng Tian wanted to take advantage of the sea disaster to erode the Central Plains, the poor monk could not bear the people of the world to suffer in the hell on earth, and he made a great wish, wanting to use Buddhism to save the demon to return to goodness, and the king of Meng Tian gambled and fought twenty-three times, from no victory, until the king of Meng Tian crossed the slaves, and got the promise of the three demon families, borrowed 10,000 soldiers of the ghosts and gods, and finally could not restrain his anger, and wanted to kill the human being, and the demon died together. ”

"It's a pity that the poor monk's Buddhism is limited, and he can't save this demon, but was seriously injured here, and later heard that King Meng died in the southeast war, and the Luohan Temple was burned, and he was disheartened, so he temporarily lived here, this time, it is thirty years have passed. ”

"It happened that Your Excellency came to a small country with the momentum of sweeping the Warring States Military Fortune, and wanted to do what the King of Heaven had not done back then, and the poor monk wanted to make up for the loss of the sheep and give up his life to feed the demons. ”

Kou Li's face was expressionless, his eyes playful, "You have been blinded twenty-three times, so how many times are you going to spend me." ”

The old monk Guangci's eyes were extremely calm, mixed with the determination of broken bones, and said: "After the poor monk recovered from his serious injuries, he studied Buddhism for 30 years, and participated in a truth, the demon who can be saved is not a demon, and the demon Luo came into the world, and even the Buddha can't be destroyed, let alone the little monk." ”

"It's the devil who can't do it, but the devil can save himself!"

Kou Li's golden claws pinched and released, put and pinched, making a 'squeak' sound of metal rubbing, and said slowly: "Tell me, how do I spend me." ”

"As soon as Your Excellency came to this country, all the Japanese slaves and strong people all heard the wind and moved, and even the three major demon slaying families in the hidden world showed signs of moving, isn't it strange that Your Excellency has moved. ”

"What do you mean, somebody's making trouble," Kou Li said noncommittally.

"Yes, someone wants to set up Your Excellency as a target to attract the attention of the powerful people in the Japanese slave country, but secretly does demonic things, and wants to turn the entire Japanese slave country into a ghost country in the world," the old monk said in a deep voice: "Based on the investigation of the poor monk over the years, this matter is very likely to be the handiwork of Xiang Shendao." ”

"Monster generation, a hundred ghosts walk at night, the evil country of the present world, when your Excellency and the strong people of the Japanese slave country are fighting for both sides, they will take advantage of this best opportunity to demonize their country, not only martial arts, but also humanity. ”

"At that time, all the people, samurai, heroes, and lords of the country will all turn into ghosts, and your lord's battle for martial arts will not be in vain, and even the ghost country will be completed, and even his life will be explained here, the poor monk believes that the king of Meng Tian will not be so unwise, and your Excellency will not be so unwise, the poor monk can be a medium, turn enemies into friends, and so on after smashing the incense Shinto conspiracy in one fell swoop......"

Before the old monk could finish his words, he was interrupted by laughter.

"Hahahaha," accompanied by Kou Li's laughter, the vast will erupted again, the surrounding force field was even more distorted, and the air seemed to sound the boiling and bubbling sound of 'goo' and 'goo', and the old monk was rushed by the momentum, and the original rock-solid will cracked a crack in his heart, and his heart was already extremely shocked.

The King of Heaven at that time may not have such a strong will. ’

"It's interesting, it's so interesting, the ghost country in the world, isn't it full of ghosts and gods, smashing the Japanese slave martial arts, I'm still a little childish, after all, it's just an island country overseas, and there are some that can't compare to the handwriting of Meng Tianban back then, but smashing the ghost country in the world, wouldn't you have the mental will to smash the hell world, isn't it a hundred times stronger than smashing mountains and rivers. ”

With the shouting of the demon king in front of him, the fist and Zen instantly disintegrated, and at the same time, the surrounding demon subduing runes also began to spontaneously combust without wind, and it seemed that they could not withstand the momentum of the demon king.

"Meng Tianban is Meng Tianban, I am me, my ambition, how can I compare with Meng Tianban, a loser, in this way, I can't let you leave, if you tell the Japanese slave people, such a fun game, wouldn't you have to play. ”

"For everyone's sake, I'll give you two choices, either I'll kill you now, or you will follow me and see how I can surpass Meng Tianban, smash martial arts, and smash the ghost country!"

"What he does, I want to do, and what he can't do, I will do too!"

The old monk's face was terrified to the extreme, the sky was boundless and dark, as if it was integrated into the other party's body, and even the fire was bright, and it seemed that he did not dare to shine on him.

The light of the fire eventually disappeared, and the two figures disappeared into the darkness completely.

After a long time, the soil was lifted, and an unusually huge spider crawled out, and on its head was actually a beautiful woman with stunning hair, but the beauty's terrifying face was full of horror at the moment, and the eight claws climbed a few steps, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

This wild god in the mountains was actually scared to death alive.