Hui Jing Shenni and the Buddha's light came in the wind, the tone was crisp like a yellow bird out of the valley, and the aftersound was faint and like Luan Feng and Ming, which was very different from the right talent, and the compassion spread all over, as if the Bodhisattva of the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain descended to the mortal dust. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Black Mountain Old Demon, you are too guilty to ...... with the Immortal Dao"

Hui Jing Shenni flooded with a dense aura and gradually condensed behind him, the great compassion of Guanyin Bodhisattva reappeared, stepping on the lotus platform and the Buddha's light in the more holy, the sound of chanting that was originally a murmur gradually became clear, like a morning bell and dusk drum washing the killing gas, between the arms swaying, as if thousands of arms and behind the sudden emergence, and the agility contains the supreme mystery.

"Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" is the supreme book of Hengshan Xianmen, and it also refers to the cultivation path of the Bodhisattva's Dharma body.

Buddhism has "cut meat to feed the eagle, sacrifice the body to feed the tiger" said, and there is "I don't go to hell, who goes to hell" saying, and this magic power to compete with the danger of the situation, Hui Jing Shenni broke the Buddha bead relics in his hand, by the Hengshan Xianmen of the town of the treasure of the teaching, forcibly the "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" contained in the magic power to display.

The eyebrows are like a small moon, and the eyes are like double stars. The jade face is naturally happy, and the red lips are a little red. The net bottle of nectar is prosperous every year, and the weeping poplar is green every year.

The quiet and pure eyes look down on the world, the demure and dignified cheeks reveal compassion, and in the golden Buddha light, the graceful and soft hands are changing, like the splendor of the peacock opening the screen, and like the tranquility of the lotus blooming......

“......”

Canglan Zhenren and Hengshan Sect Leader Liu Qingfeng both had sad faces, witnessing the surge in the breath of Huijing Shenni at the moment, but they were not advancing but retreating, knowing that once this "Dizang Bodhisattva Sacrifice Mantra" is cast, it will be forever reincarnated and cannot be liberated.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The Yuankong Zen Master had a solemn face, holding a Panlong Zen staff and lightly proclaiming the Buddha's name, and said: "All donors will avoid the edge for the time being, and then kill the demons in the coming day!"

After witnessing the battle between Lu Sanniang and the old demon of Montenegro, everyone suddenly woke up, and wanted to gather the essence of the Five Immortal Gate to kill the demon and eliminate the demon, but it was just a fool's dream, even the formation of the Immortal Gate could only protect itself, if you want to protect the common people, I am afraid that the only way to stay is when Lu Sanniang is full of magical powers.

Only because of supernatural powers, and only supernatural powers can be matched......

"Let's go!"

Canglan Zhenren and Liu Qingfeng glanced at each other, their faces were gloomy, and they opened their mouths to speak urgently, urging Lu Sanniang to leave as soon as possible and leave for a useful body.

Everyone is a person who has practiced for a hundred years, and how can he be as indecisive as people in the world, and there is no need to say much if he knows that he can't do it, and when Hui Jing Shen Ni incarnates a thousand-armed Guanyin, the abbot of the round sky and the void sit cross-legged, the Buddha's light lingers on his face to show the color of compassion, and when he sings the "Sunshine Bodhisattva Mantra", he controls the sword light and goes straight into the green underworld.

"One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi......"

Huijing Shenni lightly proclaimed the Buddha's scriptures, and the Buddha's light was shining, the body has slowly merged with the Dharma body of the thousand-armed Guanyin, and the arm pulled the Dharma body and moved, the arm of the thousand-armed Guanyin instantly closed and closed the chest, and the Buddha's sound Zen chanting resounded throughout the universe, towards the old demon of Montenegro as a hood.

"Reverse yin and yang!"

The old demon of Montenegro looked crazy, and the tyrannical battle intent swept the heavens and the earth, and a loud shout was even more deafening, setting off a boundless wave of qi and bursting out, and the black giant palm slowly gushed out from the arch, and at the moment of squirming, there was an endless soul sound, and it attacked the Buddha palm.

The road is one foot high, and the magic is one foot high!

Although the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra is the supreme text of Buddhism, if you can perform 100,000 merits, you can give birth to supernatural powers, and you can even invite the true body of Guanyin Bodhisattva of Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea to descend......

It's just that after the Heavenly Dao is lacking, this "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra" has long lost its former power, and at this moment, it is all thanks to the Buddha bead relics in the hands of Hui Jing Shenni, how can it be able to defeat the demon who survived the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation a thousand years ago.

The black demonic energy collides with the Buddha light in the sky, canceling each other out and endlessly, and the Buddha chanting and the ghost crying wolf, Hui Jing Shenni still shows a compassionate face, and the Buddha trumpet gradually disappears with the wind......

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell......"

The palms of the round abbot and the chest are folded, and the light of the Buddha is shining, the idea of compassion is also the same, and the bright yellow robe is wrinkled but more solemn.

The suspended dragon chant staff buzzed, and instantly flew into the top of the clouds with a loud dragon groan, and the five-clawed golden dragon poked out of the clouds, and Sen Han's eyes looked down indifferently at the old demon of the Black Mountain......

The body of the abbot of the round sky gradually dissipated, and suddenly appeared on the head of the five-clawed golden dragon, and the bright yellow robe made a noise in the wind.

"Amitabha!"

The melodious words of the Buddha echoed in the sky, and when the aftermath had not yet dissipated, the five-clawed golden dragon was a dragon roar resounding throughout the universe, and the Zen master with the round sky pounced on the old demon of the Black Mountain.

"Carving insect skills!"

The old demon of Montenegro raised his sleeves and wiped the red at the corner of his mouth, and when he was fighting with Hui Jing Shenni, although he was killed on the spot, he was not safe and sound, and at this moment, he saw the abbot of the round sky driving the golden dragon, but he said with disdain.

The crimson chains flew abruptly, and the demonic aura as black as ink lingered, like thousands of giant pythons choosing people to devour, and burst out towards the golden dragon.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate......"

In the midst of the compassionate Buddha, the five-clawed golden dragon was turned into powder by thousands of chains, and the Buddha's light finally disappeared in the dimness, and it also penetrated the flesh and blood body of the Yuankong Zen Master.

Songshan Xianmen Yuankong Abbot, falling......

In the clouds thousands of miles away, three streams of light swept through the vast sea of clouds and went straight to the immortal gate of Hengshan.

"Hmph, toast without eating and drinking!"

There are all kinds of scenes in the eyes of the old demon of Montenegro, looking at the top of the clouds in the distance, three streams of light escaped into the Hengshan Immortal Gate, and then the Hengshan Mountain was shrouded in purple qi from the east, and the crazy look did not turn around, and he sneered and whispered.

Between the sleeves, there was a sound in the big wind and the wind, and it was already riding the demon wind and rising, and it went straight to the Hengshan Immortal Gate.

Hengshan Xianmen is built by the mountain, a cluster of pavilions and courtyards are all in the shade of towering ancient trees, perhaps the rendering of the sage's poetry book, and even the palace pavilion is also contaminated with the charm of quiet elegance.

The vermilion gate is open, the corridor is tortuous, the ancient trees are lush and green, the clear stream is flowing slowly along the canal, and the scholars holding bamboo slips are accompanied by three or five scholars, and in this bright spring light, the scriptures are quoted and the classics are talkative.

The sound of the piano is melodious and reverberates in the forest, and there seems to be a woman's low chanting and singing sound in the aftermath, as the so-called "My Fair Lady, the gentleman is good", if it is out of love, stop at courtesy, Hengshan Xianmen is not as impersonal as Buddhism.

"Boom...... Boom ............"

The quiet sound of the bell echoed in the distance, and the young scholar who was quoting scriptures and talking loudly was stunned, and then invariably merged into the flow of people.

The melodious sound of the piano in the forest also came to an abrupt end, and the clothes fluttered away.

In the hall of Hengshan Xianmen, Liu Qingfeng wore a Confucian robe to show the wind of a gentleman like jade, and a layer of ripples and mist appeared in front of him between his fingers, reflecting the outline of Hengshan and looking at the square inch space of this mountain from afar.

Lu Sanniang's face was as cold as in the past, cultivators who slay demons and eliminate demons are extremely dangerous, life and death are often in one thought, for the well-being of the world, they have long put personal life and death and honor and disgrace aside.

Today, Hui Jing Shenni and the abbot of Yuankong are dead, and he may be a real person in Canglan, or Liu Qingfeng, the master of Hengshan, or Lu Sanniang's own ......

The old demon of Montenegro is alone, relying on his supernatural powers to run rampant in the world, and it is not a day to kill people at every turn......

The ten thousand demons under the command of Chun Thirty Niang are infinitely harmful, which one is not a thing that feeds on the flesh and blood of the human race, and the beast who drinks the blood of Mao Ru is not a lie......

Although the thousands of powerful ghosts under the command of Jiuyou Niangniang rely on the pure yin qi cultivation of the water of the Yellow Spring, they have never devoured the three souls and seven spirits of the human race, and they have even called themselves "Difu" with the Nine Hidden Streams, blocking the road of reincarnation of the yang people......

Yes, he has long known that the old demon of Montenegro is by no means the enemy of the Five Immortal Sect, and he also knows that unless Chun Thirty Niang and Zuo Yuesu jointly invite the old demon of Montenegro to fight, there will be a chance.

After learning the last step of the Tao, it was extremely dangerous to do this, and he returned the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword", just to not damage the reputation of Emei Xianmen......

The handsome and weak young man, and the lonely and lonely figure after the return of the fairy sword from Emei Xianmen, appeared in front of Lu Sanniang's eyes again, and the bitter smile on his cheeks was actually a little different from this moment, and some of them made Lu Sanniang's heart sour and unbearable......

Maybe it's because the hundred years of cultivation have long been an ancient well, and all the words of affection have been forgotten, or maybe it's "once the sea was difficult to turn into water", and after today's old demon of Montenegro killed Huijing Shenni and Yuankong Abbot one after another, Fang knew that the Five Immortal Gates were in danger.

Thinking of the sad young man, he wanted to do that difficult thing for nothing else, just for the survival of the Emei Xianmen inheritance, just for his own family no longer need to travel the world to kill demons and demons, just for his own family and leisure time may think of it......

The young man who was like a god, when he said goodbye to his reluctance, was not lonely and desolate, and the second half of the song "Fixing the Storm" lingered in his ears.

The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes.

Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine.