"Nan Wushan Lonely Moon Yin King Rulai!" Ye Mole looked at Hao Chengang, his right hand proclaimed the Buddha, a solemn scene of treasure, as if the surprise attack just now was just an illusion, "The little benefactor really has deep wisdom roots, why not serve the Buddha with the poor monks, beyond the three thousand red dust, and avoid the suffering of birth, old age, sickness and death." ”

Hao Chengang said lightly: "You, a monk, have repeatedly violated the precepts, and you are really a scum of Buddhism, how can you be embarrassed to talk wildly? What's more, your 'cross finger' just now has planted cause and effect between you and me, and I am afraid that it will only be washed away with blood." ”

He uttered these words with a calm face, and with a glowing white light all around him, he strode in the direction of Jemol. Yemol suddenly felt the cold murderous aura attacking his body, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, his left and right hands were connected to the seal, and the golden Buddha light leaked out of his palm, rippling outward one by one, weaving into a network of overlapping layers. It is a circle of demons blessed by profound Buddhism, and the ferocious power contained in it is enough to crush gold and iron into powder, and if the demon and evil obstacles dare to attack, they only need to take half a step and fall into the fate of the gods and bones, and they will never recover.

However, Hao Chengang did not stop, and stepped into the demon circle unhurriedly. The light of the protective body around him became brighter and brighter, and it was clear and crystalline, making the outline of his body hazy and difficult to distinguish. Circles of Buddha light spread over, and as soon as it touched his protective body, the white light decomposed and melted like snowflakes thrown into a charcoal fire, and it couldn't exert any power at all. As he walked along, the demonic light was cracked in circles, and the distance between him and Yemol was quickly shortened. Yemol knew that something was wrong, he took a deep breath, and the recitation in his mouth turned into a fierce Sanskrit chant, and the Buddha light on his body surged, and in an instant he seemed to turn into a giant Buddha, raising his huge golden palm and smashing it down on the top of Haochengang's head.

If this palm is smashed, I am afraid that even people and the ground will be smashed out of a deep pit.

But Haochen Gang didn't dodge or dodge, his right palm was raised, and he greeted the golden Buddha palm.

Qin Yan's eyes widened, staring at the place where his two palms intersected, waiting for the earth-shattering loud sound.

At this time, a hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve from behind, and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry up, stand here and look for death!" It was Lin Muyao. She didn't know where she got such a lot of strength, and she dragged Qin Yan unsteadily on her feet, and retreated backwards again and again.

At this moment, Yemol's Buddha palm and Hao Chengang's cave power collided together, and in an instant, the entire Qingwei residence shook, and the aftermath of the fierce and agitated impact spread in all directions, and everywhere it went, the tables and chairs and brick walls were turned into dust and powder, forming a vacuum area. Gangfeng rushed up the steps and rushed towards the group of heroes, and the heroes from all walks of life hurriedly cast their own magical powers, only to see that the sword light spells were endless, and it took a while to completely block Gangfeng. However, the people who fought outside the other wall were not so lucky, since the courtyard wall was blown down, even several people were swept into the wind, and the most primitive particles were broken down before they could even scream.

Dispel all the Buddha's light and perceive the mystical power of all things, how can the overlapping power of the two be resisted by ordinary people?

The people who stood a little further back saw that the people in front of them were turned into powder by the strange wind, and the lucky ones might be able to leave half of their hands and feet, and they were immediately shocked, and they only hated that their father and mother had lost two legs, and turned around and ran out lifelessly.

Lin Muyao pulled Qin Yan all the way to the door of the lobby, and when she came to Mu Chengxue's side, she breathed a sigh of relief, threw Qin Yan's arm off fiercely, and glared at him angrily: "Didn't you go to serve tea, where did you serve it! Do you think that you can do anything wrong if you don't have a cheap life worth a few dollars?"

"No ......" Young Master Ben is just going to watch a lively scene, there is no need to go online like this!

I heard Mu Chengxue say again: "Gongzi Qin, Yao'er also cares about you." The sword has no eyes, and it is dangerous for you to stand so close. ”

Hey, Miss Mu, have you already woken up! Qin Yan raised his eyes and saw that Mu Chengxue's pink cheeks were still red, but his eyes were much clearer. The two looked at each other, and Mu Chengxue smiled at him. This smile that was so pure that it was not blemish made Qin Yan feel a little guilty in his heart. 'Miss Mu, if you knew that your close friend and the Qin Gongzi in front of you were uniting to play tricks on your feelings, would you still be able to laugh so happily?

Qin Yan quickly avoided Mu Chengxue's gaze and turned to look down, but the waves in his heart did not stop because of this. Isn't it too despicable for me to seek the Tao in this way? But the way of heaven is so cruel, and there is no distinction between noble and despicable, so I should do everything I can......

At this time, the abnormal change in the situation off the field once again attracted his mind, and he could no longer care about his own guilt.

I saw that Naye Mole was holding the Buddha salute in his hand, standing upright, and the surging and majestic Buddha light radiated wantonly from him, overflowing the whole audience, pouring down to the earth like a shower, causing countless ripples. As he chanted the incantation aloud in his mouth, the golden Buddha's light became more and more intense, turning into a viscous red color that could not be erased, and bewitching flowers condensed from the ripples on the water. It was a blood-red mandala flower, and it was a hellish red lotus condensed by Yemola's life's karma, blooming in anger in the demonic rain.

"With the flowers on the other side, eliminate the karmic karma cause and effect such as Er, and cross you to the west!"

With this shout, the wind blew through the thousand leaves and thousand lotuses, and the power of the red lotus's karmic fire swept with the wind, and countless waves were stacked and surging towards Haochengang. In the chant of the mantra of bliss, the heavens and the earth turned red, and Hao Chengang's figure was just an insignificant little color in the stormy waves, and it was about to overturn in the waves.

But it was that insignificant point, but it showed amazing power in the waves of the red lotus. Countless karmic fires bloomed and burst around him, and the force released was enough to burn the river and boil the sea, but it could not be shaken in the slightest. Hao Chen Gang just stood quietly, and the bright white light that symbolized the Cave Xuan Divine Skill seemed to be crumbling under the urging of the red lotus, and then casually eliminated the pressure surging from all sides.

In the deepest part of the waves, Jemol shouted: "Life, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love and parting, five yin are blazing, and I can't ask for it...... Why bother to come, why don't you go back!"

With each recite of a sentence, the power of the red lotus became more ferocious, and when the last word "return" came out, the entire land was plunged into a long-lasting trembling, and the walls on the steps began to peel off spiderweb-like cracks. If it goes on like this, unless Hao Chengang is defeated soon, the inner courtyard of Qingweiju will be the first to be destroyed in this battle.

At this time, Yemol no longer had the scene of that high monk, but more like a demon from hell. In the monstrous demonic flames, Hao Chengang's figure was still clear, but the people watching the battle couldn't bear the pressure and avoided it one after another.

The walls cracked, the wooden pillars collapsed, the broken tiles fell, and the rumbling sound pierced the eardrums, Qin Yan felt that he was in a doomsday scene like the sky was falling apart, and retreated into the hall with the flow of people, looking at the trembling roof beams above his head, his heart was really bottomless. It doesn't seem to be very safe in the lobby, so Master Ben should find a place to slip around...... His wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Lin Muyao's voice sounded in his ears, sounding a little trembling: "What is the origin of this monk...... Why doesn't my dad make a move?" she turned her head to look at Mu Chengxue and smiled reluctantly: "Xue'er, it seems that your Hao Gongzi is almost unbearable." ”

Mu Chengxue bit her lower lip, shook her head and said, "No." ”

Lin Muyao opened her mouth and was about to speak, when she suddenly heard a Buddha horn sounding from the crowd in front of her: "Amitabha-"

Unlike Yemolech's somewhat arrogant proclamation, the voice in which he uttered this Buddha name sounded extremely old, lacking in energy, without the slightest authority, as if it came from the mouth of a dying old man. However, the strange thing is that just after this Buddha horn, the scene of the sky collapsing and the earth suddenly returned to calm, and the red lotus karmic fire that occupied the sky also seemed to be expelled by an invisible force and disappeared without a trace.

The crowd stepped back to the sides, revealing the figure of the man inside.

It was a withered and thin old monk, his face was full of ravines made by time, and he walked tremblingly down the steps step by step under the gaze of everyone, and came to the field where the two were fighting.

He glanced at Hao Chengang meaningfully and nodded: "Lord Hao, you step aside." ”

"Yes!" Hao Chengang saluted respectfully and bowed away.

Yemol stared deeply at the old monk in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Old monk, what are you?"

The old monk turned his face and saluted him elevenly: "The old man has seen a fellow Taoist in the Wuye of Ciyun Temple." ”

"It turned out to be Elder Wuye, the poor monk is polite!" Ye Mole replied, his eyes flashing with a cold light, "The poor monk competes with the master of Nahao, why does the elder stop it? If you are worried that the lord of Hao will make a mistake, you can exchange the scriptures." The elder intervenes so sideways, which makes it very difficult for the poor monk to do!"

"Amitabha!" the old monk Wuye pronounced the Buddha's name, his eyebrows and eyes were full of compassion, "Daoist friends are in the face." The Buddha once said, 'My appearance is right and wrong, and the appearance of people, sentient beings, and longevity is right and wrong.' Why? Leaving all appearances is called Buddhas. 'The Taoist friend has deep wisdom roots, but he is obsessed with external objects, and he is deeply mired in supernatural powers, and the old man can't bear to see the Taoist friend deviate from my Buddha's path of compassion farther and farther, so he has come to advise one or two, and hopes that the Taoist friend will accept it. ”

Yemol grinned, his eyes full of coldness: "What does the elder mean is that supernatural powers and external objects are all obstacles, and if you are trapped in them, you will not be able to achieve positive results? The poor monk is very curious, I don't know how far the elder's Dharma cultivation has reached? The poor monk wants to see if the elder can resist the poor monk's means if he does not use supernatural powers!"