Liu Pian is not a powerful monk of Buddhism, but also a person who must have seen the great horror of life and death, otherwise he can't be so meditative" Liu Pian looked at the poems that were also Buddha and Tao

After saying that, the room fell into silence.

Liu Pian coughed at this time, and the gentle coughing sound was very loud in the small room.

Liu Pian glanced at the strange words at this time, and Zen poetry, and said, "When the time comes, I will immediately respond, but I want to try somewhere."

Fang Wenwen snorted and squirted out of the wine, splashing the fat man's body, the fat man looked at Fang Wenwen with extremely sad eyes, Fang Wenwen waved his hand helplessly, but he didn't look at the fat man but said to Liu Pian, "That's a Buddhist monk, not like you."

Liu Pian rolled her eyes helplessly, and was speechless for Fang Wenwen's evaluation, "Stretched out his hand, his fingers gently pinched the flowers, and under the gaze of a group, the "Duoxin Sutra" continued to echo in his mind, and a golden lotus flower could be seen between Liu Pian's two fingers, stretched out, and slowly bloomed.

Qianmingyue took a low sip, and there was really sandalwood spreading wantonly, this method carried a stream of Zen, and Fang Wenwen and a group of people were not convinced.

The fat man said, "But it's too sinister"

Liu Pian nodded and said, "So where do you have to improvise?"

The fat man knew that he couldn't convince Liu Pian, so he didn't talk to Liu Pian.

Qianmingyue used her fingers as white as jade, and gently wiped a blank space in the picture composed of bamboo slips, and the fluctuation of the demonic energy emanated, and the Zen emanation of the lotus flower in Liu Pian's hand that was constantly shrinking, the contrast was very interesting.

On the bamboo slip, a few lines of small words slowly appeared.

Qianmingyue said: "Don't worry, you're looking at the analysis of this fox clan senior, it's not too late to figure out a way."

The fat man looked at it, the fat man's demon text was not very good, and he was just about to stammer, Fang Wenwen preemptively said, "This place is some of my superficial views and analysis of the weird tombstone formation, if it is not my demon clan or without the consent of the demon clan, please do not read it, so as not to mislead"

Fang Wenwen looked at the analysis of that formation, and said, "It's really a formation everyone."

The fat man scratched his head on the side and said, "What's wrong, this is a ghost-raising array, but after the transformation of this heaven and earth, it has become a unique killing array, and the ghosts raised in the formation are also trapped in this formation and cannot come out, it's really weird, and a strange power has been formed here, so that people can feel the detachment of the soul here."

Liu Pian said, "I'm taking a closer look at what is the way to crack it?"

Fang Wenwen glanced at it, but shook his head and said, "Not at all."

When Fang Wenwen looked at it again at this time, the word had changed again.

A new interpretation was formed, which said that the formation was broken, and they were engraved with the upper method, the middle method, and the lower method, Liu Pian looked at the upper and upper methods, and the top one was written, and the lower method was that there was only one word "etc."

Liu Pian looked at the middle of the law again, but it was written that in that heaven, where to use the blood of a hundred years of blood-colored demon wolves to turn into a strange sacrificial circle, and sacrifice some bloody creatures or humans to the evil ghosts in the array, this method is good to make the evil ghosts in those formations retreat and be satisfied, the bad part is that the ghosts will never be satisfied, even if they agree to your request, they will not eat and want to eat one"

Liu Pian said, "That's the way."

Fang Wenwen also nodded helplessly, and said, "It's the only way to go."

The fat man helplessly took his clothes and fanned them lightly, and nodded.

Liu Pian looked at the voice coming from a distance, and the first time the voice came came it even had a cold meaning.

"Zhou Yuanchen"

Liu Pian and Fang Wenwen glanced at each other, their eyes flashing with curiosity.

Fang Wenwen said "together"

Chinatsuki put away the shabby but magical bamboo slip and said, "Okay"

The fat man slowly drew the array on a piece of jade of his own, and said, "Wait, don't go, wait for me, I'm also doing this work of strength and soul, rubbing this formation, you can't be ungrateful and leave me here alone."

Liu Pian stopped when the fat man said this, and then there was no shadow, Fang Wenwen had already turned into a sword light and left, the fat man looked back at Qian Mingyue who looked at him with affection, not only said, "Yueyue is still your best, you look at them"

The fat man turned around and was about to say something, but when he saw that he was a phantom, he had no shadow for a long time.

The fat man was angry and didn't know what to say.

Liu Pian finally saw that Zhou Yuanchen.

Zhou Yuanchen really wants Zhou Yuanchen very much, because of mortal dust, but he has already detached.

Liu Pian looked at the scene and saw that there were nine people, Liu Pian was puzzled, and the majestic voice came, "Crane Ming Sect, and Jiuliang, give up the qualification of the Dao Conference"

For a while, people in the field were panicked, but Zhou Yuanchen still stood there quietly, his eyes were indifferent, no, he could even say that he was looking at the group of people who were indifferent.

When the group looked at Zhou Yuanchen and talked to Liu Pian, they were even more afraid, because they felt that what they were going to kill was not a person, but a piece of ice that had been around for thousands of years.

However, as the sweat dripped on the ground, there was a crystal splash.

Zhou Yuanchen was a little tired, with a light finger of his hand, Liu Pian looked at the finger and pointed out, but there was nothing, but he felt that he had everything.

However, several people present only felt a chill that seemed to come from the bottom of their hearts, if the feeling given by Liu Pian was a chill caused by a domineering and self-respecting murderous aura, but Zhou Yuanchen was pure indifference and insipid.

She once said, "The monk who can't let me look at the same level has no qualifications to enter my sight."

Liu Pian looked at her head, and really looked down gently, even the casual finger seemed to be extremely aimless.

A monk who was already one level away from the realm of Jiedan, glanced at the person next to him and quietly made a look, everyone also understood that at this moment, they had to do their best together to have the possibility of winning that little chance, if they didn't do their best, or if they didn't do their best, then they didn't have to play.

A roar, a monk appeared on the body of a huge tiger phantom, this monk is the Arhat body, the tiger elephant, in the White Horse Temple is also the top.

Zhou Yuanchen was still looking at where his outstretched fingers were parking, as if he was an ice sculpture.

A monk of the Sword Sect took out a sword and slashed the wind, and a cold murderous aura converged in the Sword Mountain.