It's hard to understand, even if this eight-armed asura is just an illusion, why it appears at this time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Buddhist scriptures in Prajna's mouth were recited more and more rapidly, and the eight-armed phantom behind Fanjia suddenly opened a pair of blood-colored pupils, and Prajna didn't know what impact it was, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Then, the blood line converged in mid-air, and was opened by the phantom and drank it up.

The dark red in the phantom's eyes became deeper and deeper, and the aura on Fanjia's body became more and more evil and perverse.

A fiery big knife phantom suddenly appeared in the palm of Zhao Island Lord's hand, and he slashed towards Fanjia.

He didn't know what was going on now, but it was obviously not a wise move to keep Fanjia.

Suddenly, a mirror stood in front of Fan Jia, looking through a palm and slapping it, the reincarnation platform was full of golden mangs, not only the sword shadow turned into nothingness, but even the eight-armed phantom shadow also dimmed a lot.

He raised his hand and threw out another cobweb, binding Fanjia's body firmly.

After losing his mind, Fan Jia was bound by this cobweb, and immediately kicked his legs and feet and struggled violently, screaming loudly, and all he got was the result of getting tighter and tighter.

Island Lord Zhao took a deep breath and looked at each other angrily, "What are you doing! That's a Hell Shura, if he condenses into an entity, none of us will survive!"

Wangchuan sneered, "Why don't you want to think about who caused this consequence?"

Island Lord Zhao's worries were not a matter in the eyes of Wang, if these eight-armed asuras were so easy to condense, the gates of hell would not have to be sealed for so many years.

Island Master Zhao was speechless, and his eyes widened suddenly.

He saw that the blue-clothed female cultivator who had just gone up the mountain ran to Fanjia, held her shoulder, and then gently touched his eyebrows with his fingertips, and pulled out a cyan silk thread with a faint golden light.

The silk thread surged into Fanjia's eyebrows and disappeared suddenly.

As a monk of the Yuan Dynasty, Lord Zhao naturally knew that this silk thread was transformed by some of the monks' primordial spirits.

With the improvement of the monk's realm, the strength of the Yuan Shen will also increase accordingly, and when he reaches the Yuan Infant Period, he will be able to differentiate the Yuan Shen and leave his own wisp of divine consciousness on something, this divine consciousness has the consciousness of the body, but it exists independently, but this female cultivator is only in the early stage of Jindan, does she already have such ability?

What kind of people are these!

Not to mention the consternation of the island lord Zhao, some of Mu Changning's primordial gods at this moment had already entered Fanjia's sea of knowledge.

Fanjia's knowledge of the sea at this moment was a chaotic time, her Yuan Shen was being wrapped in a black gas, that black gas was the resentment of the little half-demon, and a faint white light group struggled to emerge from the heavy black fog, but it was soon covered by black gas again.

At present, this situation is similar to the seizure of relinquishment, if the black resentment invades the sea of consciousness for too long, the original primordial spirit of Fanjia will also be infected by this resentment, and then go berserk and become irrational.

Mu Changning poured her two bottles of poplar branch nectar, and wisps of transparent rain suddenly fell in Fanjia's sea of knowledge, and the black qi shrank when it touched the rain, slightly sluggish, but the white halo was a little stronger, and it was also at this time that the green silk was wound towards the white halo.

There was a faint golden light on this green silk, which was not only part of Mu Changning's primordial spirit, but also contained a wisp of divine breath of golden ebony buried deep in her sea of consciousness.

The green silk was wrapped around the white halo, and the primordial spirits of the two were closely connected, and a wonderful feeling suddenly spread throughout the body.

From the outside world, it was Mu Changning's eyes that were tightly closed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and Fan Jia's whole body was stiff, his eyes were open, and the roar in his mouth stopped abruptly.

The black qi was wrapped in a thick yin and cold aura, making people even tremble involuntarily, and after the misty drizzle turned into the nectar of the poplar branches stopped, the black qi gathered again, and rushed towards them with teeth and claws.

The golden light on the green silk was bright, and a wisp of divine breath of the golden ebony suddenly turned into a three-legged golden crow shrouded in raging firelight, and the golden crow bird fluttered its wings and soared, soaring into the nine skies.

The red light in Fan Jia's eyes instantly dissipated a lot, and even the eight-armed phantom behind her faintly showed signs of collapse.

"This ......"

Lord Zhao Dao's eyes were shocked.

The two of them are connected, Mu Changning can clearly feel all the changes in Fanjia's body at this moment, and she can even look at everything in the outside world from Fanjia's perspective.

It's a novel feeling, as if Fanjia has given her everything she sees and feels to herself.

The ghost eye can see many things that ordinary people can't observe, and Mu Changning also knows for the first time, it turns out that in Fanjia's eyes, the shape of this world is like this.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two of them, but Mu Changning's hands holding Fan Jia's shoulders suddenly tightened.

From Fanjia's point of view, there are several clusters of flames burning on everyone's body, one on the eyebrows and one on each shoulder, this flame is the yang fire of the person, also known as the lamp of life.

Something like a life lamp can only be seen by ghosts and psychic, at least Mu Changning can't see them anyway.

But Fanjia's ghost eyes can see the life lamp at a glance.

Just when Ling Xuanying broke into Fan Jia's sight, Mu Changning had this gaffe.

On Ling Xuanying's body, only a life lamp was lit on his forehead, and the life lamps on his shoulders were actually extinguished!

The heart shook slightly, the spirit was slightly relaxed, and the battle in the sea of consciousness changed again.

The golden flame shrouded in the three-legged golden crow burned nearly half of the black qi, and the remaining black qi gathered together and condensed into a powerful ghost appearance, the powerful ghost screamed and howled, deafening, and the rest of the black qi was sucked into the sea of consciousness, and the powerful ghost grew further.

The half-demon is condensing resentment!

Mu Changning took a deep breath and pulled out a green silk from the center of his eyebrows, this time the golden light attached to the green silk was even more brilliant and shining than before.

If she wants to use the golden ebony divine breath to bind the resentment in the sea of Fanjia's knowledge, she can only use her own primordial spirit as a carrier to attach the divine breath to it and enter the sea of Fanjia's knowledge.

Now that Jinwu is at a disadvantage, she can only continue to raise.

Wangshen shouted: "Ning Ning, you stop!"

Although Mu Changning's divine sense strength is comparable to that of a Yuan Infant Cultivator, she is not a Yuan Infant Monk after all, and she may not be able to control her Yuan Shen by dividing her Yuan Shen one after another, and she will hurt her Yuan Shen at that time.

The phantom waved his eight arms, and the black qi surged even faster, and Wanghua hung the reincarnation platform above the heads of the two, forming a golden barrier, and most of those resentful qi were isolated from the barrier, and the speed at which the black qi gathered suddenly slowed down.

Prajna also played a golden bowl, the golden bowl hung high, the Buddha's light sprinkled down, and his ears were suddenly filled with the painful cries of resentful ghosts.

Ling Xuanying re-entered the formation and changed the formation.

The phantom waved its arms faster, and the yin qi was bursting, mixed with the sound of the wind and waves, and the momentum was amazing.

"You still see! Don't come here to help!" looked at the Zhao Island Master who was standing on the side with a sneer.

Island Lord Zhao choked suddenly, but he didn't know what kind of existence the phantom was, and he didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly jumped into the formation.

The woman was holding Zhao Lizhi while paying close attention to the current situation.

It seems that a long time has passed, and it seems to be only a matter of a moment, the two golden crows in the sea of knowledge, one has turned into a little spiritual light and dissipated, and although the other is brave, the light is getting dimmer and dimmer.

She was getting more and more tired, and she was becoming more and more powerless when it came to controlling the primordial spirit.

At the moment when the golden crow bird dissipated, she felt a sudden pain in her head, but it was at this time that a loud Buddha horn came from the sky.

"Amitabha. ”

The short four words rang in my head, like a gurgling stream, bringing infinite clarity.

Above the dim sky, a golden light suddenly lit up, an old monk wearing a white robe, white eyebrows and beard came out of thin air, every step of the way, a golden Buddha lotus bloomed under his feet, and the lotus was really born step by step.

"Master!" shouted when Prajna saw someone coming.

This old monk is none other than the master of Prajna and Fanjia, Zen Master Zhiyuan.

Zen Master Zhiyuan glanced in this direction, nodded slightly, and then the wind under his feet and rode the wind and waves.

He chanted a Buddha name in his mouth, and in the void, the word "swastika" appeared, and his head was covered.

The Shura Phantom trembled for a moment, and his already void body became even more dissipated.

Seeing Fanjia's current appearance, Zen Master Zhiyuan sighed softly, and a compassionate sigh sounded in his heart, soothing all the violent uneasiness in everyone's hearts.

Mu Changning's spirits perked up, and the two Yuan Shen Qing Silk retreated from Fanjia's Yuan Shen and returned to his body.

A feeling of weakness came from the depths of her soul, and her body shook slightly, and then she was supported by Ling Xuanying.

Mu Changning glanced at him with a complicated expression, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and then looked towards Fanjia, and saw Zen Master Zhiyuan sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus, with Buddha light emerging all over his body, sealing in his hands, and reciting the scriptures.

The scripture was Sanskrit, and Mu Changning couldn't understand it, but she could see that the substantive words spit out of his mouth, and none of them entered Fanjia's eyebrows.

Fanjia's expression gradually calmed down from the painful struggle at the beginning, slowly closed his eyes, and his expression became calm.

The black mist around them dissipated layer by layer, but the eight arms of the phantom were still waving in unison, as if they were howling unwillingly.

But its voice, no one can hear.

Zen Master Zhiyuan sighed again, and forced out a blood line from his fingertips, and the blood line turned into a raging karmic fire, and the phantom finally collapsed and slowly disappeared.

It's just that Fanjia is still the terrifying appearance of being covered with scales all over her body.

"Amitabha. Zen Master Zhiyuan recited the Buddha's name again, stood up slowly, and looked at Lord Zhao with a pair of bright eyes.

"Pranya, take a good look at your junior sister. ”

The voice of compassion sounded the same, but Prajna could feel the deep anger emanating from the Master.

"Zen Master—"

A shout came, and as a blue shadow streaked by, another medium-sized Yuanying Monk came to the top of the mountain.

Just after the blue-clothed male cultivator appeared, Bai Li Chun, who had been frozen before, and Ran Qing, who had fallen asleep, also ran up the mountain, panting.

"Zen Master, Brother Zhao, I have something to say. The visitor smiled and sloppily eyes.

Lord Zhao was silent, and Zen Master Zhiyuan smiled.

The man coughed and said, "Let's talk about leaving something, it's not safe to leave now." ”

Several pairs of eyes looked at each other, and the man pointed to the top of his head, and said in a deep voice, "The lunar eclipse is about to begin." ”