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The moon went west, and the fierce battle between the Buddha and the demon in the White Horse Temple became more and more intense, and it had entered the white-hot stage of seeing red with bayonets.

Under the leadership of the two great Dharma kings and the six elders, the masters of the Tang Sect relied on the advantage of numbers to constantly surround and divide the monks of Emei Ci'en Temple, patiently advancing step by step and gradually encroaching.

Although the monks of the Temple of Mercy and Grace are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, they are extremely determined and would rather die unyieldingly, and form a legal circle under the auspices of the monks of the "Jian" generation to defend and not surrender.

At this time, the battlefield of Tang Xueshang and the Dongding Divine Monk had shifted to the top of the burning Heavenly King Palace. The two of them breathed a little in the air, each digesting the internal injuries they had suffered in the fierce battle just now.

There was an extra string of black Buddha beads in the hand of the Dongding Monk, each of which was about the size of a dragon's eye, a total of one hundred and eight of them.

The left half of his sleeve was torn, and the monk's robe on his back was torn open.

Tang Xuesheng's situation was slightly better, but she also had a hairpin with black and bright hair like a waterfall, holding a jasper pillar standing on the eaves of the Heavenly King Palace, and a magnificent silver-green demonic aura was emitted from her delicate body, like a Wanzhan banner hunting and shaking, and the blue waves and green water flowed horizontally.

She is not in a hurry to attack, as long as she can nail the Dongding Divine Monk firmly to the top of the Heavenly King Palace, this battle will be won.

Of course, the Dongding Monk also understood this truth, and the angry roar of the monks of the Temple of Mercy and Grace was ringing in his ears all the time, but this roar was becoming less and less and weaker.

The two sides fought for more than 40 rounds in just one round, fighting from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the top of the Heavenly King Palace, and he never managed to take the slightest advantage from Tang Xuesheng.

Tang Xuesheng's moves are very simple, but this is where she is not simple. Half of the "Great Demon Codex" that countless people have dreamed of once fell into her hands, but Tang Xuesheng didn't seem to have the heart to cultivate the lost mastery recorded in the "Great Demon Codex" at all, she only focused on the heavenly jasper pillar in her hand.

Her moves and style can only be summed up in six words: "simple violent aesthetics".

Each move is a refining and condensing of thousands of changes to the extreme, and the most unchanging move has become the most unchanged move.

So the Dongding monk reluctantly realized that when Tang Xueshang did not change, his ever-changing became a joke.

Because no matter how exquisite his Buddhist skills are and how fantastical his moves are, the result is still to fight hard with the Tongtian Jasper Pillar.

Since the empty tripod passed away, the golden tripod drove the crane, and the master of the jade tripod could not retired, he has become a banner of Buddhism today. And whether this flag can be carried tonight, the Dongding Monk is not so sure in his heart.

He sang a Zen chant as if he was saying that the world's sufferings and Bodhi were compassionate, and he walked forward with Buddha beads in his hand.

Every step he took was very slow, very small, and he was constantly changing his position with almost imperceptible differences with the naked eye, so as to adjust the angle between himself and Tang Xuesheng, looking for possible flaws in the other party.

His spiritual sense was locked on Tang Xuesheng's body, and he knew very well that the opponent's standing posture at the moment seemed to be a casual move, but it had already naturally merged with heaven and earth, and there was no trace of his forgetfulness.

Therefore, when it comes to master duels, the flaws are not found, but played.

Behind him, he left two pale golden footprints, which connected each other in front and back, like two golden streams flowing quietly. Wherever the stream flows, the fire is silently extinguished.

Tang Xueshang did not move, no matter how the Dongding Divine Monk changed her position and how she tried to attack with her eyes, she stood on the eaves like a perfect jade statue. The clothes are in the wind, the hair is fluttering, and so should Cao Zhi's Ling Bo's graceful and graceful Luoshen.

But if you look closely, you may be able to perceive that the silver-green demonic aura around her is suddenly yin and yang, quietly changing her demeanor, and every bit of change is in line with the moment when the soles of the Dongding Divine Monk's feet fall.

After all, she was still impatient, and frowned slightly: "Old bald donkey, if you want to fight, you will be beaten, and you are not invited to get on the sedan chair, grinding and rubbing is slower than a turtle crawling!"

There was no trace of anger on the face of the Dongding Monk, his six Zen hearts were pure and dusty, and he couldn't even hear the fierce fighting shouts outside his body, and completely entered the realm of emptiness and silence.

"The Buddha said that I have no three tastes, the first among people, and the first arhat ...... detached from desire."

He suddenly opened his mouth to chant the scriptures, but his peaceful and slow voice was like a King Kong Thunder Buddha stick, and one after another the sky and the earth cracked and bombarded Tang Xuesheng's spiritual platform.

Tang Xuesheng's delicate body trembled slightly, and the demonic qi around her body fluctuated and agitated, resulting in a trace of disorder.

"Huh-" The two series of footprints left behind the Dongding Divine Monk suddenly peeled off from the top of the hall, turning into a sky full of golden rays, flying like butterflies, and attacking Tang Xuesheng violently.

"Old bald donkey, what my aunt hates most is people like you who secretly kick stinky feet underneath!" Tang Xuesheng's eyes suddenly burst out with two clusters of divine light, and the "Red Sun Shines on the Town Spirit Technique" to cleanse and expel the "Three Flavors of Nothingness" that hit the spiritual platform, and his mind quickly returned to normal, and he condensed and urged the "Great Youluo Jinchen Demonic Qi" to attack against each other.

"Woo-" The majestic silver-green demonic qi instantly condensed into bright and gorgeous stars, like a jewel shining brightly, the sun and the moon were brilliant, and the sky and earth were rushing towards the attacking "Arhat Dazu".

"Karala, Karala......" The night sky exploded with a canopy of brilliance, and the Heavenly King Hall under the feet of the two collapsed in response, and the dust flew and the light was turbulent, completely swallowing their figures.

The Dongding Monk was suspended in the air, and his mind controlled the "Arhat Dazu" to glow with all kinds of incredible and wonderful changes, and bombarded around Tang Xuesheng.

Tang Xuesheng had only one trick to deal with, and that was to use her "Great Youluo Jinchen" to rampage unreasonably, and she didn't care what the Dongding Monk thought.

The Dongding Monk once again realized how depressing it was to fight with this girl.

Ten thousand arrows of the "Great Youluo Jinchen" were fired together, and the density was almost enough to cover the entire space. It stands to reason that as long as Tang Xueshang is willing, he can completely protect himself from the airtight, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth to intercept the "Arhat Dazu" one by one.

But she didn't bother to do this at all, and the roaring Great Youluo Jinchen rushed forward regardless of it, and slammed into the arhat's big foot without a match. As a result, many of the attacks on both sides missed each other, and they smashed straight into each other - but this is not right.

If it wasn't Tang Xuesheng standing opposite, but a disciple under his own door, he would definitely be kicked and swept out of the house without saying a word!

"Woo woo woo ......" The powerful and heavy Youluo Jinchen roared and flew by, and slapped in a disorderly manner. They have no connection with each other, and there is no mystery in their flight trajectory, like a snowball thrown by a child in a snowball fight.

However, the face of the Dongding Divine Monk became solemn, and dozens of silver-green planets dilated rapidly in his pupils, and they were locked by the spiritual sense one by one, and then he exhaled and waved his hand to fly out one hundred and eight Bodhi Buddha beads.

"Whoa!" the Buddha beads suddenly spread out in the air, expanding rapidly and shining brightly, turning into a black sea in an instant.

Bodhi is like the sea, surging in the entire void, and everything in front of it is just like a drop in the ocean.

"Bang, bang, bang!" Hoshimaru slammed on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow between the two.

A frenzied torrent of chaos forced to come, shaking the Dongding Divine Monk snorting and drifting back, and the monk's clothes on his body were silently torn, as smooth and sharp as a knife blade.

Those wild and unrestrained Great Youluo Jinchen were obviously the condensation of demonic qi essence, but they were full of solid texture, like a hard rock smashed into the Bodhi Sea, although they were quickly shattered, but they also exploded countless shocking silver-green holes in the ocean, and they could no longer be condensed and restored.

"Huh!" the blue mangs flickered, and dozens of jasper pillars penetrated the hole like thunderbolts and hit the cave monks.

The expression of the Dongding monk changed slightly, and a mouthful of red blood mist erupted on his back, unloading the chaotic qi accumulated in his body, pinching the Buddha seal treasure in his hand, urging Zhenyuan to shout in a deep voice: "Duh!" The tongue can be a lotus, and from the mouth spit out a red lotus flower of the holy and pure Buddha seat, which blooms and falls to the Taoist blue mang.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" red lotus falls on the jade-like blue mang, Vientiane extinguishes the Buddha's mind like a wave, and the void in front of him suddenly opens up. One hundred and eight Bodhi Buddha beads swished upside down and returned to the hands of the cave monks, and they vaguely saw that there were slight cracks on the surface.

Twenty zhang away, Tang Xuesheng held the jasper pillar in the sky, and in front of his towering chest, a pool of blood stained Luo's shirt red.

The Dongding Divine Monk exhaled a long breath of turbidity, and the surging True Yuan in his body slowly calmed down. His spiritual sense swept through the White Horse Temple, and the bloody battle in the temple was nearing its end. More than half of the more than 100 monks of Emei Ci'en Temple brought by him to Luoyang were killed in the battle, most of the rest were captured, and only a dozen disciples of the Jianzi generation were still stubbornly resisting and struggling.

The heart of the Dongding monk was slightly sorrowful, and Mu looked at Tang Xueshang expressionlessly and said: "The beauty is like a flower, and the heart is poisonous like a scorpion." ”

Tang Xueshang immediately sensed the hidden murderous intent between the eyebrows of the Dongding Divine Monk, and said with a cold smile: "The morality is sanctimonious, the beast is not as good as the old bald donkey, you don't pretend here!"

The Dongding Divine Monk slowly adjusted the disordered internal breath, shook his head slightly, and said, "Demon girl, you are too deep and stubborn in the demon. ”

Before the words fell, a faint and vague sound of fierce fighting suddenly came from the direction of Luoyang, which was more than ten miles away.

Although it was very far away, and the White Horse Temple was boiling in the sky, this little sound fell into the ears of the Dongding Monk and Tang Xuesheng, and it still seemed extremely clear as if in front of him.

The big fish took the bait. Tang Xueshang's eyebrows were raised lightly, and she heard the deep voice of the Dongding monk chanting: "There is no residence, no going, and no coming, and the Buddhas of the three worlds come out of it!"

The Buddha's light soared into the sky, and a primordial god rose and shone in the night sky, and it was actually sacrificed to the strongest sword trick of Emei Ci'en Temple, "Three Buddhas Decision"!