Nun Huixin gave birth to two tails, and six groups of fox fires were flying around her body. The fox fires were bright outside and dark inside, like suspended fireflies.
From time to time, monks and warriors would rush forward quickly, but before they could, a ball of fox fire would fly out and attack these leading birds.
The monks and warriors did not dare to block the fox fire, so they tried their best to use their body skills to escape, but the fox fire followed closely and did not go out until it was far away.
And if the monk warrior's body skills are not good, he can only bear the fox fire.
But the fox fire is very strong. Once hit, most of the orifices will bleed and the meridians will be severed. However, those who are able to block the blow will be invaded by the demonic energy in the fox fire and become unconscious. , only by holding the demon-subduing wooden pestle to absorb these demonic energies can one block the fox fire.
Huixin's face was expressionless and she moved very fast. In a short distance, she disappeared and appeared almost like a flicker, then disappeared and reappeared. Balls of fox fire sprang up around her and flew toward the approaching enemy.
The lost fox fire will soon be reborn,
She was able to suppress a large number of people with just one power of a fox. Anyone relying on the former would either die or be injured.
Behind her, a bald man over two meters tall was clutching his chest, with blood gurgling and oozing from his fingertips.
This strong man is Wang Shanjun. He is sitting on the stone and looking fiercely into the distance.
The other fox spirits and tiger monsters were fighting fiercely with the monks and warriors on the other side.
The fog has dispersed.
On the battlefield between the fox and tiger demons and the monk warrior, corpses were everywhere.
The Guangming Monk has recognized these two leaders as the fox and tiger tribes, so if they capture the thief first, they should capture the king. As long as they kill these two, then all the evil demon clan will get the punishment they deserve.
The leader of the old monk looked compassionate, and a two-foot-long red-striped giant tiger turned out to be his best mount, this was Chishan Jun.
Behind the old monk, the monks in yellow clothes were holding wooden pestles and moved with the old monk.
There are over a thousand monks, but there are nearly a hundred wooden pestles.
These wooden pestles have absorbed enough demonic energy. If they are released at the same time, the Buddha flames caused will be extremely terrifying.
However, feeling the quiet murderous intention emerging from the bottom of his heart, the old monk stopped, turned his head, and looked into the distance.
I saw a young man wrapped in a dark gold cloak walking towards the mountain road where the fog had just begun to dissipate.
Every time he steps, it is like stepping on everyone's heart, making people's heartbeats faster or slower according to his pace.
And as he got closer, his murderous intent became more intense.
The old monk riding a tiger could not understand that although murderous aura could be felt by others, he had never seen such a strong and real interaction in his life, and this interaction actually contained a strong sense of Zen, which made him even more curious.
So, he paused his progress, clasped his hands together, and asked coldly: "I'm a poor monk, Ku Wen, why do you help the demon?"
The two were far apart, but the sound easily crossed the space, spread, and reached Xia Ji's ears.
Xia Ji's voice spread out equally calmly: "What's under your seat?"
The old monk riding a tiger replied: "If you accept my enlightenment, you will no longer be a demon."
Xia Jiran pointed at the giant red-striped tiger that the old monk was wearing, and said coldly: "He has hatred for people, killing people everywhere, raising minions to attract people, and then turning into villains; he returned to the tiger clan, but was disloyal to the clansmen. You are unjust to your brothers. Not only did you not help at the critical moment, you also severely injured your own brothers from behind, and led outsiders to exterminate the clan. What transformation did you choose?"
Then, he pointed to the bald man sitting on the boulder, "He is the tiger king of the tiger tribe. He usually pretends to be a mountain god, bringing benefits to the people around him, building bridges, killing bandits, and taking care of the family's minor affairs. He does not necessarily ask for anything. You can respond, but you will try your best to do it. What kind of monster did you kill?"
"If you don't repay good and evil and tolerate evil, is this a monk blind?"
The old monk riding a tiger shook his head, showing disappointment.
Why.
This fellow Taoist doesn't seem to understand that only those who have been enlightened by my Daguangming Temple are good, otherwise they are evil.
Is it possible that you think my Daguangming Temple is unfair
When he was thinking about what to say, someone here recognized Xia Ji and shouted loudly: "He is His Highness the Seventh Prince of Shang Dynasty, Prince Shenwu, Xia Ji!!"
The old monk riding a tiger showed a clear look. Everything had been understood. He shook his head and said: "The prince of Dashang actually colluded with the demon clan. What a sin. It's a pity for me, poor monk. I heard that you have obtained the ancient inheritance of Leiyin Temple in Mount Xumi. , has never been carried forward, but instead protected the demon clan. Your Highness is not afraid of going to hell after death. If you don't have enough blessings in the next life, won't you be allowed to become an adult again
What a disgrace to Buddhism!
Your Highness will be captured without hesitation. The poor monk can take you back to the mountain to become a monk and recite the Buddha's name day and night to eliminate your sins. "
After saying these words, the old monk riding a tiger looked at the prince with a smile. Although the prince was powerful, in an era when magical weapons were king, he had many demon-subduing wooden pestles that were full of demonic energy. Even the legendary ones were He was unable to cope with the power exerted by these wooden pestles. Even if he had the magical weapon from the ancient Leiyin Temple, he should not be able to stop it.
However, he had heard a lot of legends about this prince after all. He clapped his hands and the monks behind him quickly dispersed. In this way, even if the prince successfully used the golden giant Buddha hand weapon, he would not be able to attack many people. .
"Your Highness, be careful!"
Huixin saw the person coming and hurriedly warned him.
The little vixens and tiger monsters all looked at the visitor. Many of them saw this mysterious and powerful prince for the first time.
Xia Ji took out the rosary with a wave of his hand.
The rosary beads, one thousand and eight, symbolize many dharma realms.
The tiger-riding old monk was very proactive. He had been watching Xia Ji, and when he saw him taking out his magical weapon, he shouted loudly: "Evil heretics, go to hell!!"
As soon as the voice fell, the bright monk in yellow clothes behind him suddenly muttered words and pushed out the demon-subduing wooden pestle in his hand.
A sound breaks through the sky,
A little spark flies,
While rolling, the wooden pestle had been covered by the blazing golden Buddha fire and disappeared, while rounds of the scorching sun of the next day flew across the sky.
The scorching sun and the scorching sun touch, connect, and merge with each other in mid-air. If hundreds of streams merge into a big river,
The tiger monsters and fox spirits looked up and saw the golden river pouring down from the sky.
The slightly weaker little monsters couldn't look directly at the light, let alone react. Just like prisoners who had been locked in the darkness for more than ten years suddenly saw the scorching sun in front of them, the little monsters felt their eyes go dark. , blood has flowed down from the corners of the eyes,
In the river where the golden Buddha fire gathered, vague Sanskrit sounds resounded, exciting, like the fearful power of heaven, falling from the sky where the morning light had just risen,
This is the Buddhist fire that destroyed half of the fox and tiger race twenty years ago. As long as it has a trace of demonic energy, the demon will never die and the fire will never die.
Now that they are here again, there is only fear in the eyes of the goblins.
In the distance, a monk riding a tiger clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and compassionately recited the mantra for the afterlife.
Since he is about to die, his sins have been washed away. After his sins have been washed away, he is no longer a monster. As a monk, he naturally needs to be treated with mercy.
Hui Xin was extremely fast. When she saw hundreds of demon-subduing wooden pestles rising into the sky, they had already turned into an afterimage. She picked up Wang Shanjun behind her with her left hand and moved back and forth at a flickering speed. But this movement has not been able to escape the suppression range of the golden Buddha fire river.
She suddenly remembered that since the young prince arrived, the "general" here was no longer her. However, how could she deal with such a terrifying power other than hiding or escaping
At this critical moment of life and death, she turned her face curiously and looked at the Buddha-like prince.
In her eyes, Xia Ji raised his hand.
The rosary disappears.
In his hand, he held a golden mountain.
Five Elements Buddha Mountain.
The top of the mountain is down, the bottom is up, and it stretches nearly a hundred feet.
Mountain to river.
The mountains are below and the river is above.
The world is upside down.
The mountains and rivers were shaken!