He was taken aback, he didn't expect a stiff living dead to be able to fly, and the speed was so fast.

The Arhat man was in mid-air, trying to stretch out his crossed legs, and soon he discovered the fact that hundreds of years of meditation had allowed him to move only his arms. But his legs could not be straightened, and he could only maintain a stumbling position.

However, the strength of this little Taoist priest is extremely great, and it is unusually big, he wants to pull the little Taoist out of the dark passage, but he is dragged into the secret passage by the other party.

It was pitch black in the dark passage, and some kind of strange formation was arranged, isolated from the outside world.

As soon as he entered, the Wind Resisting Technique of the Heart suddenly failed, and his body fell downward uncontrollably.

"Master, let go! There is a sealing array, the spell will fail, and if you fall, you will fall apart. ”

I felt the need to remind the old bald donkey, if this height fell, the old bald donkey was afraid that it would be wiped out.

Who knew that Luo Han not only did not let go, but grabbed it tighter, and said in an extremely stiff voice: "Death to those who trespass on Nagarjuna's underground palace!"

I only heard a screeching sound, and the old monk's shoulders grinded against the stone wall, bursting out a series of phosphorus fires.

He burst into a foul mouth, adjusted his falling posture, and used his free hand to summon the knife of no return.

With a poof, the knife pierced deep into the stone wall, holding the knife with one hand, hanging in the air without going up or down, grinning in pain. The old bald donkey was so heavy that the wounds on his hands burst open.

Nagarjuna Tower has a total of thirteen floors, and Nagarjuna Underground Palace should also have thirteen floors.

Looking around, it was a passage that went straight up and down, empty, and there were no steps leading to the dungeon.

From this angle, it can be seen that one shoulder of Luo Han has exposed white bones, the flesh and blood of his whole body have long been dried, and the robe is torn, which looks extremely terrifying.

"Master, how are you? Why don't I send you up first?"

"Don't return to the sword! Are you a member of the Demon Sect? Come on! Come on!"

“...... The Demon Cult disappeared from the Central Plains twenty years ago, and I am ......"

Ji Xin originally wanted to say, "I am a disciple of Tianji Palace", but in the middle of his words, he suddenly realized that he had been expelled from Tianji Palace.

"Little donor, no one here can use spells except me. I see that although you have gone astray, there is still a trace of kindness in your heart, so you should retreat quickly, and don't kill yourself!"

The conversation between them and each other stretched weakly in the darkness, and a murderous aura gradually spread. The arhat twisted the Buddha beads in one hand, and added strength with the other, desperately grasping the heart.

He felt his dry fingers tighten like iron hoops on his arms.

He thought to himself: This old bald donkey is really like this, and he is still threatening me? It seems that what Master said is right, most of the guys who meditate and cultivate all day are not very bright. No, if the old bald donkey was really so weak, the Nagarjuna Underground Palace would have been demolished a long time ago.

In the midst of his thoughts, his arm stretched out and contracted like a spiritual snake, breaking free from the palm of Luohan's hand.

However, the old bald donkey did not fall, and saw his sleeves raised, hanging in the air like a roc.

A muffled chanting sounded.

"Qiankun Binding Spirit!"

In my heart, this is an extremely powerful sealing technique.

At this moment, something flickered at the bottom of the dark dark passage, accompanied by a Buddha horn, the Buddha beads on Luohan's wrists shone brightly, and one after another talismans detached from the Buddha beads and bound to the body.

Without hesitation, he let go of the knife of no return, condensed the demonic power of his whole body in his right hand, looked at the weakest position of the seal, and grabbed it.

The light and the talisman dissipated at the same time, and the dark passage fell into darkness again.

"You're a demon!?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Luo Han's eyes.

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he said with an evil smile: "There are no three handfuls of divine sand, and you come to break into the territory of the King Kong Gate, isn't it begging?"

As they spoke, they fought, and fell down together......

In a meditation room not far away, Lichen woke up from his meditation and walked out of the room in his clothes. He looked up at the moon in the sky, frowning slightly, there was a demonic aura in the temple, and it was very strong.

Lichen whispered a mantra, and with a flash of brilliance, a guide moth flapped its wings and flew up and down towards the Twin Towers.

The gate of the Twin Towers Courtyard was still locked, and on the wall that was not too high, there was a very petite girl, holding a small fluffy thing in her arms, looking very quietly in the direction of the ancient tower of Nagarjuna, stunned.

She wore a lilac silk dress with a silver gown. Light as smoke, thin as fog clothes fluttering in the evening breeze, like a dream.

This girl has seen it, if he is not mistaken, it should be the pearl of the palm of Jin Wei, the elder of Tianji Palace.

The Buddha said: All the Dharma is like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity......

But in this situation, Lichen feels that even if Jin Yingluo's existence is like a dream bubble, it is also the most beautiful dream.

The demonic aura did not come from Jin Yingluo, but from the little fluffy thing in her arms.

From the position of the dust, I could only see the snow-white and dense fur without a trace of variegation, and I couldn't tell what kind of demon it was.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. ”

The little thing buried its head in Jin Yingluo's arms, revealing only seven tails.

Lichen retracted his gaze, folded his hands, recited a Buddha name, and said in a harmonious voice: "Female donor, this is the inner courtyard of our temple, and visitors are not allowed to trespass." ”

As soon as the words fell, the fluffy little thing showed its little head from Jin Yingluo's arms, waved its little paws, and moved its ears, and said in a coquettish voice: "We didn't trespass, just now someone shouted here: 'Come on, come on!' We just came in." ”

It turned out to be a very cute white fox, and when she saw Jin Yingluo laughing, she said, "Female donor, please leave quickly." ”

Jin Yingluo nodded, reached out and rubbed the white fox's fur, stood up, and said with a smile: "Shuishui, let's go outside to play." ”

At this moment, the ground shook violently, and the pearl on the top of the Nagarjuna Tower rolled down.

"Whew!Wow~"

As if to wake up a sleeping beast, a violent roar came from underground.

Lichen's complexion changed slightly, and he dodged and went straight to the ancient tower of Nagarjuna.

Since Zen Master Jingru was killed by Li Yifan on Guixu Island, the legendary Nagarjuna Underground Palace has never been opened.

Lichen has been here many times, and even removed the blue bricks on the base of the tower one by one, and didn't find any underground palace at all.

There is nothing unusual about the first floor of Nagarjuna, but no one has cleaned it, and a lot of dust has accumulated.

The entrance to the underground palace is still not visible, and the mural depicts the story of Nagarjuna using seven mustard seeds to open the Nantian Gate. There is also Nagarjuna's Eight Non-Verses – "Not born and not perished, not constant and continuous, neither one nor different, neither coming nor coming out." ”

Lichen flew up the spiral staircase one by one, and when he reached the seventh floor, his footsteps paused slightly—there was a footprint on the handrail of the staircase.