The bitter monk made a move, Zhaoming and Shura had no power to resist, and at the critical moment, Shang Yang, who had been secretly protecting, finally made a move.

The cyan firelight condensed on the legs, like a blue flame and blue wave, exuding a terrifying atmosphere. The strength of the Yasheng is not comparable to that of ordinary monks, but with a sweep of one leg, it is like opening the heavens and the earth, and there is a roaring sound.

"Good, good!" the bitter monk chanted the Buddha's name, standing motionless, letting Shang Yang's leg sweep over his head.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the golden light flashed on the head of the bitter monk, and the cyan fire was like a jade stone falling to the ground, shattering with a bang. The King of Shangyang snorted, turned around, and retreated.

"Good, good!" the bitter monk said: "I have no malice, the donor is hidden in the dark, why bother to do it." ”

All the demon clans were shocked in their hearts, what kind of strength the king of Shangyang was, the outstanding people among the sub-saints, and with an unreserved blow, the other party ate a hard blow, and it was not damaged at all. This kind of strength is definitely not a sub-saint, but the top immortal king realm in the cultivation world now.

This bald bitter monk could actually be the immortal king, and the demons who had been teasing with Shura before immediately became frightened.

The anger of the immortal king, how terrifying, I am afraid that even if I pour out the power of the demon clan in the world, it will be difficult to stop its might. I actually laughed at an immortal king, just thinking about this matter is enough to break my heart.

The face of the king of Shangyang was solemn, and the strength of the other party was unimaginable. With this kick, the opponent was unscathed, but the blood and qi in his body were tumbling, and it was difficult to calm down. The leg that attacked was even more shaky, unable to control itself.

After a slight breath and calming his mind, the King of Shangyang opened his mouth and asked, "Who are you, aren't you the guide of the Eight Heavens?"

"No, no, the poor monk is not a guide. The bitter monk shook his head.

"Is that the Quasi-Daoist of the Eight Heavens?" the King of Shangyang asked again.

"Good. "Good!" is the slogan often recited by Buddhist cultivators, almost all monks in the world regard themselves as Taoist cultivators, but there are only two monks in the Eight Heavens who are different, one is called Zhun Ti, and the other is called Leading, which is the Buddha cultivating himself. Recite this slogan often.

According to the news leaked out of Taishi Pavilion, those two people had appeared before the Dragon and Phoenix War, and their strength was amazing, they had already been in the realm of the Great Perfection of the Sub-Sage, and now it was understandable that they had reached the Immortal King.

The bald man in front of him has unfathomable strength, and he must have entered the realm of the immortal king. Looking at the world, apart from these two people, I really can't think of a third person.

It's just that the bitter monk still shook his head: "No, no." Poor monks are not quasi-Taoists. The world is suffering, it is difficult to cross one's own body, holding a bitter bamboo, in the name of this, the poor monk is called a bitter monk. ”

Bitter monk, the king of Shangyang frowned, sparing him is considered to be extraordinary, but he has never heard of this person's name.

At this time, Zhaoming, who was imprisoned, opened his mouth and said, "Senior." Since you can't even cross by yourself, why did you force yourself to come and talk to us? You yourself are still up and down in this world. Isn't it ridiculous that you want me to wait to get out of the sea of suffering?"

"Good, good!" the bitter monk shook his head: "What the donor said is extremely true, but the poor monk saw the sea of blood surging from the Buddha Fantasy Realm, and there will be a catastrophe in the world." In the end, I can't stay out of it, I can only try to do something. ”

Shura immediately snorted coldly: "You want to kill me." Just do it, why bother to say such hypocritical things!"

The bitter monk shook his head again: "If the poor monk doesn't create and kill, he won't kill you, he just wants the two donors to listen to a scripture." ”

"Lao Tzu just doesn't listen!" Shura shouted.

King Shangyang also opened his mouth and said: "Since my two subordinates don't want to hear it, master, you are a master. Why bother to force others. ”

The opponent is strong, and it is not the best strategy to act strongly, only to try to convince.

"Good, good!" The bitter monk bowed his head and recited: "Whether it is good, evil, kindness, hatred, no matter what the result is, the poor monk must do it today." Sorry for the donors. ”

"You dare! Kill!" King Shangyang was shocked, and when he raised his hand, the green fire was like a mountain, and he was about to kill.

"Kill!" More than 100,000 demon clans on Qinghuo Island also shouted loudly and shot out one after another.

As if he hadn't heard it, the bitter monk said unhurriedly: "I just want to recite the scriptures with the two donors of Zhaoming and Shura, since you are here, you are also fated, so let's listen to it together!"

As soon as the words fell, he thrust the cyan bamboo pole into the ground, and a circle of cyan light went in all directions like waves.

Wherever the cyan waves reached, it seemed to freeze time and space, and all those who were touched were frozen in place, motionless. It's not just the ordinary demon clan, but the powerful Shangyang King is no exception.

Zhaoming was shocked in his heart, he didn't expect the strength of the bitter monk to be so terrifying. Is this the Immortal King? With a single gesture, he can turn the world upside down and disturb the rules of the world.

After fixing everyone, the bitter monk folded his hands, faced Zhaoming and Shura, and said slowly: "The scriptures recited today were written by the monks of Mount Meru before the era. I hope to be exposed to the sun and snow and resolve the anger in my heart, so it is called "The Great Sun Pure World Mantra". Today's recitation and what you have listened to hope will yield good causes and good results. ”

He closed his eyes again and said with a solemn face: "Nan Wu Amitabha!"

As soon as the words fell, a faint golden light emanated from his body, reflecting in all directions. Although it is only a ray of light, it makes people feel more dazzling than the sun and stars in the sky.

Surrounded by golden light, although the bitter monk is dressed in coarse cloth, it suddenly makes people feel that the treasure is solemn and sacrosanct.

"Om!"

The bitter monk spoke, and a strange note flew out, like a thunderous roar, which shocked everyone's hearts and made them unable to feel at ease.

"Well!"

It's another jerky note, but it's like an explosion in the bottom of my heart, which makes everyone shake.

"What!" "Horn!" "Mi!"

After four more strange notes in a row, Zhaoming suddenly felt that the whole person had reached an indescribable strange situation. The whole world disappeared as if it were floating in the vast starry sky.

I can't go up to the sky, I can't go down to the ground, but there is a feeling of washing away the dust and light, and it is indescribably comfortable for both the body and the mind.

Zhaoming is like this, and so are others, even the King of Shangyang is no exception.

This is the magic power of the world, the six-character Da Ming Mantra, which can be attacked and defended, and can also be used as other ways, as in front of the eyes, with the Da Ming Mantra to peel off people's minds, so that all the energy will not be scattered in it, but also without distractions, and can be preoccupied.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

Vaguely, Zhaoming heard a Buddha call from the depths of the starry universe, and then saw ten thousand golden lights flying from all directions of the universe, condensing into a golden figure in front of him, sitting in the void, standing up to the sky.

Zhaoming's eyes widened and he wanted to see the figure in front of him clearly, but he only had an outline, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly.

"My Buddha's Compassion ......"

A passage of scripture came out from this golden figure, which was the "Great Day Pure World Mantra" that the bitter monk said. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you very much for your monthly pass and reward support, and Rock also wants to explode as a thank you, but it is really difficult to do it now. It's that the daily update is a chapter from 6:30 to 8:30 in the morning, and a chapter from 7:30 to 9:00 in the evening. I can't promise to add anything, only to write the demon emperor as well as possible, and there will be no shortcomings in the Dao life.

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