Monk Liyuan's nose let out a sneer, indicating his extreme contempt for Chen Jiannan. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The monks of Lingyin Temple have profound Buddhism, not false, and vow to kill all the demons in the world and all the evil in the world.

The round monk has Lingyin Temple as the background, and he naturally has the belief that he will win.

If he does not have the belief of victory, he is also ashamed of the Buddha.

Yuan thought to himself, Chen Jiannan relied on a stinky skin to gain a big reputation, as long as he defeated him with one move, he would immediately become famous, and hundreds of millions of fans would be available.

With such thoughts, a smug thought rose in Round's heart.

The sun had already risen, shining brightly on Chen Jiannan's handsome and elegant face, like a knife and an axe.

His face is almost three points more delicate than that of a beautiful woman, and at the same time full of perseverance and determination, and strong self-confidence.

The corners of the monk's mouth hooked up a smile, making a smile like a flower, and his body emitted a brilliant Buddha light, like a big Buddha in the mortal world, a monk in the lower realm.

Behind the monk, the medicine master showed the glazed light of the Buddha, hanging down pieces of lotus flowers, sprinkling the golden light of the Tao, and the end of the Buddha atmosphere.

There are faint sounds of Sanskrit singing, chanting, wooden fish, dragon chanting and phoenix singing in the air, countless Buddhist instruments show phantoms in the air, and the golden light of Buddhism shines all over the void in all directions.

The round monk has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the smile on his face is as bright as a blooming peony flower, as if the big Buddha is opening, the monk is preaching, and the old monk is preaching.

"You admit defeat now, it's still too late, the poor monk doesn't want to take your life, he just wants to follow the abbot's decree and send you back to the mountain gate. All beings have spirits, and I hope you will not make mistakes and lose your good life. In Yuanyuan's words, he was holding the victory, as if he had pinched Chen Jiannan's neck in his hand, and he could break it at any time.

"Yuan, you monks don't chant scriptures all day long, you can't move your mouth, you have too many words. ”

Chen Jiannan silently expounded the Tao Sutra of Taiji Xuanqing, and the scene of mountains, rivers and mountains appeared behind him, as if it was a real space, a small world, and a mirage-like virtual shadow.

The mountains and rivers behind him seem to be embedded in the void, it is a huge three-dimensional dynamic map, the leaves on the mountain are shaken by the wind, the river is gurgling, the waves on the river are dotted, the whitebait jumps, there are macaques picking up shellfish on the beach on the bank of the river, the small beasts drink water, there are spirit monkeys climbing in the woods, the beasts hiss, the white clouds in the sky float, the wild cranes flying, there are farmers working in the fields, plowing the fields, carrying water and fertilizing, and there are hunters singing in the mountains and forests......

This mountain and river is endless, and no one can see how vast it is.

As soon as this picture came out, Chen Jiannan's body exuded a mighty power like the great sun, condensing an awe-inspiring momentum like a sheathed blade, and the pressure of the mountains and rivers moved the nine mountains, and it was inviolable, as if the immortal king of the world was Linfan, the supreme true immortal nether,

With his long hair flying and his blue robe dancing in the wind, he seemed to be a transcendent true immortal who only asked with his heart, and looked very lightly at his appearance.

This end is the Dharma Golden Mangyao Five Realms, that side is the Xuanqing Dao illuminating the Quartet, the monk said 'still not admitting defeat', the Taoist priest said 'bald donkey begging to beat', this one has a spiritual sound spell, that one is familiar with the interpretation of the Taoist scriptures, this one has three thousand Buddhist scriptures in the chest, that one has millions of Taoism, this head is like a big Buddha to subdue demons, that side is like a fairy king and a demon, both sides are not far behind, looking at each other in the air, and the momentum has climbed to the top.

Their qi collided, creating layers of golden light ripples, colliding with spatial ripples.

The round monk jumped brightly around the Buddha, pinched a seal with both hands, raised his hand and pointed, and shouted: "Fixed!"

Matchless energy rushed out from his fingertips, and the magic talisman that imprisoned the space came out, and Chen Jiannan immediately felt that the binding force imposed on his body was constantly strengthening, as if he wanted to imprison the flow of qi and blood in his body to a complete standstill.

His body soon seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, his movements slowed down by three points, and he even thought half a beat slower.

But Chen Jiannan quickly reacted, and immediately let out a 'break', and the Tai Chi Xuanqing Qi burst out from his body with a vast momentum, destroying the heavenly confinement talismans, and the powerful power of spatial restraint disappeared with the smoke.

One move was useless, and the round monk immediately shouted: "Press!"

As soon as the words fell, Chen Jiannan immediately felt that the space seemed to be compressed, and the pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger, as if he was going to crush his braincase, crush his bones, and his muscles would be crushed into pulp, and the cell membrane of every cell in his body was about to burst, and his entire body would be squeezed into plasma.

With the snap of his fingers, his face turned red, and then turned purple.

Chen Jiannan silently explained the stress relief and misfortune in the Taoist scriptures, and a cloud of clear qi revolved around his body, and immediately the clouds were light and the wind was light, and the pressure was gone.

His face returned to normal, and his expression was relaxed and freehand, with an ethereal demeanor, without the slightest sense of pressure.

Monk Liyuan's face changed, and he immediately made another move, opened his five fingers in the direction of Chen Jiannan, and shouted: "Cover!"

A huge net of the heavens and the earth shone with golden light, heading towards Chen Jiannan.

The large net composed of golden light was dim at the beginning, absorbing the golden vitality in the void, the closer it gets, the more prosperous the golden mang, the silk thread from the thin hair to the thickness of a wicker, its edge can cut through the golden stone, and its vast binding power does not want to break free even if it is the power of a thousand oxen.

Monk Liyuan looked at Chen Jiannan proudly, to see if he could break the law.

Chen Jiannan's crazy hair danced without wind, there was not the slightest fear on his face, and the vitality and strength in the mountains, rivers and mountains surged out, poured into his body, and blessed his body.

The momentum on Chen Jiannan's body skyrocketed more than tenfold, and two substantial green rays suddenly shot out of his eyes, and he shouted at the same time: "Slash!"

With his loud shout, countless palm-sized blades around him condensed out of thin air, slashing towards the golden net that was under the hood.

Under the cover of the light net with the sound of the horn, the light blade greeted it with a piercing sound of breaking the air, and the power of the sound and light shook the ghosts and gods, and the light reflected Chen Jiannan's handsome face full of perseverance.

With a piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, the light net was cut into countless pieces by the oncoming blades, and the broken light strips were wrapped in the huge force brought by the momentum of the blades, rushing in the opposite direction when they came.

The gold and silver rays that gradually faded away became fainter and fainter, disappearing between the distant blue sky and white clouds.

Liyuan snorted lightly, raised his hand and pointed at the Taoist with his cloak scattered, and shouted, "Bind!"

A rope of golden light rushed out from his fingertips, the ripples of the Horn Horn space vibrate, and the whistling sound of breaking through the air was sharp and piercing, and shot towards Chen Jiannan.

Chen Jiannan's chin was raised slightly, and he shouted 'break', and a ball of dragon and tiger energy rushed out of his body, which suddenly dispersed, turning into the phantom of the two divine beasts of the left green dragon and the right white tiger, and swept away the light rope and slammed towards the monk.

The circle was slightly startled, and the Buddha power on the body turned into a wonderful manlian flower, graceful hibiscus, blooming peony, graceful peony, the fragrance of flowers was pervasive, and the golden gas was scattered, blocking the front of the monk.

The white tiger roared, the green dragon danced its claws, and rushed into the crowd of flowers in the sky, but it seemed that the tiger fell into Pingyang and the dragon fell into the quagmire, and the momentum of the forward rush was sluggish, and the light on the body gradually faded, and gradually disappeared into the invisible in the air.

Hundreds of flowers fly around the body, the fragrance of flowers overflows, and the round monk stands in the air, like a great compassionate Buddha, with a compassionate smile on his face.

Surrounded by the aura of Tai Chi Xuanqing, Chen Jiannan's clothes are flying, and his hair is dancing wildly, like a great moral true immortal.

"Monk, are you done playing?" Chen Jiannan asked, as if he was a little impatient with Yuan's painless attack.

The face of the round monk was solemn, like the anger of the Buddha, the Bodhisattva was angry, and shouted: "Since you insist on death, the poor monk will fulfill you." ”

One monk and one another, all staring at each other, and no one made the first move.

The seven monks who were watching the battle from a distance all held their breath and sweated for the sake of the circle.

They all knew that the turbulent waves after the calm would surely sweep straight to the Nine Heavens and flood the Eight Desolations and Ten Lands.

After contemplating the Dharma, the immeasurable Buddha power rushed out of the Medicine Master's Dharma behind him and condensed into a vajra in front of him.

The sharp corners of the vajra slowly rotated in the direction of Chen Jiannan, its majesty and its momentum were swinging, exuding unparalleled power.

The vajra held by all the vajra deities of the Mandala Sea Society is invincible, indestructible, and good at breaking all things, and can poke a hole in the earth and the sky.

The front end of the vajra stirred up spatial ripples, the dark golden light was beautiful, and the ripples of Buddhist texts were mysterious and mysterious, stabbing towards Chen Jiannan with an unstoppable momentum.

Chen Jiannan was solemnly moved, the momentum on his body was like a blade piercing into the air, and he silently recited the Commentary on the Tibetan Sutra in his heart.

Countless hats made of bamboo strips flew out from the mountains, rivers and mountains behind him, and each hat rotated rapidly, blocking Chen Jiannan's front layer by layer.

The vajra pierced into the defensive array of the bamboo hat and every time it pierced a hat, it made an earth-shattering explosion, and the broken hat turned into energy and scattered, returning to the Void Avenue.

The vajra locked onto his true body and rushed unstoppably, and the situation facing Chen Jiannan was very critical.

The qi of the rolling avenue rushed out of the mountains, rivers and mountains, and Chen Jiannan's body condensed a black and cold restrained battle axe, condensing the essence of gold, and gathering the light of Xuanhuang, on which the Tao flickered and flickered, and from time to time there were cyan flames rolled out, and the blue water vapor rippled, and the divine fire burned the void and twisted, the atoms split, and were cooled into new molecules by the water vapor.

The vajra pierced the top of the bamboo hat with a withered and decaying pestle, and the momentum of the forward rush was one out of ten, and it had reached three zhang in front of Chen Jiannan.

The battle axe roared in front of him, slashing the vajra into pieces and dissipating into particles of vitality.

The light of the tomahawk suddenly burst into flames, and its potential energy opened the mountain and rushed towards the monk.

When the monk saw that the vajra condensed by the great power of Buddhism was broken, his eyes were horrified, and a monstrous rage rushed to his head as smooth as lard, burning the air above his head and making a crackling sound.

The hands of the round monk pinched the seal urgently, and countless fragrant flowers swirling around gathered in front of him, forming a Hundred Flowers Demon Defense Treasure Array according to the direction of the formation, blocking the front of the battle axe.

The flowers exploded, the Hundred Flowers Demon Defense Treasure Array collapsed in an instant, and the battle axe became stronger when it was stronger, and the strength became more and more intense.

The look of horror in the small mouse-like eyes of the round monk was even worse, and his pupils shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

The monk's fingers were like butterflies piercing flowers, and he quickly posed in various poses in front of him, pinching out an extremely difficult seal.

An earthly image of the Buddhist protector Vajra took shape in front of the monk, like a city wall cast of copper and iron, standing in the direction of the tomahawk.

With the image defense of the Vajra Protector in front, the monk was relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The battle axe condensed by the Dao Yuan force slashed on the image of the vajra protector in the polar sky, making a piercing sound like a diamond drill bit drilling into gold and iron, bursting with a dazzling light like a bright sun, and the vigorous light was full of energy, rolling up the surging waves, the surrounding beech trees fell in pieces, and the beasts and birds in the mountains and forests were screaming, bloodstained, and a look of embarrassment and decay.

The power of the terrifying battle axe was too great, far beyond the expectations of the round monk, and after a few breaths of stalemate with the Vajra statue, its sharp strength turned out to be three points stronger.

The round monk who was hiding behind the image of the Vajra Dharma Protector frowned, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and the Buddha power around his body had been withdrawn from eight or nine times out of ten.

The tomahawk shattered, and the Vajra shadow scattered.

The monk was fortunate to be safe, but he had completely collapsed, every cell was moaning with weakness, and his whole body was trembling, as if he was about to fall from the air, and in a short moment he had no strength to fight again.

Chen Jiannan's body was as light as a swallow, and he had already come to the front.

His right leg flicked with a bow, and a foot-shaped energy flew out of his foot, hitting the round monk's chest.