Niu Lishi, Aunt Hong, and other skilled casual cultivators were shocked and angry. No one expected that the monks would just laugh and beat them, and they would curse and reveal their magic weapons. www、qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo、coM
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The casual cultivators usually practice strange magic weapons, some of which spin with beautiful light, and some of which are filled with gloomy wind, circling and flying above the master's head, roaring and firing just waiting for the master's command.
The oxen mace was swung wildly, the stinky wind was blowing, and the long howls of evil wolves were faintly heard from all directions in the air. Intertwined with the Sanskrit singing, the winter mountain that should have been warm and hearty at dawn suddenly turned into a paradise and a place of joy. A strange place where a funeral garden overlaps. A pure white snow wolf, larger than a giant elephant, appeared and disappeared, reflecting the rising sun and casting a huge shadow on the ground.
Aunt Hong twirled her hands repeatedly, and one after another red flowers as big as the mouth of a bowl gradually appeared, floating gracefully in front of her.
The lantern bug suddenly jumped out from Wen Leyang's chest and wanted to jump onto the red flower. Wen Leyang was so frightened that Wen Leyang hurriedly stretched out his hand and fished the unlucky child back in mid-air. Fortunately, all the energy of the group of casual cultivators was focused on the monk. , no one paid attention to them.
"I'm convinced." Wen Leyang slapped his chubby body with his palms unconvinced.
"Monk, if you don't get out of the way, you will die without a burial place!" Aunt Hong has always been unwilling to cause disputes.
Xuanniao's smile remained unchanged. It seemed that all the magic weapons flying in the sky were paper airplanes. He ignored Aunt Hong at all and continued to sing the Sanskrit music wholeheartedly.
Niu Lishi looked eager to try, and shouted to Aunt Hong: "Don't talk shit to them, let's do it!"
Aunt Hong shouted, and all the red flowers around her did not fly towards the monk, but smashed hard on the hard mountain ground. There was a heart-stopping sound of glass shattering, and the hard red color disappeared in a flash!
But Niu Lishi laughed. He shouted loudly: "Okay!" and waved the mace hard. The snow wolf hidden in the air appeared. It screamed loudly and rushed towards the monk.
The other casual cultivators were also in high spirits. He worked hard and smashed out his magic weapon. They simply treated the fierce battle as an exhibition match.
In an instant, the sky collapsed. All magic weapons burst out under the guidance of their master. Various talismans call out the Dharmakaya. Various flying swords stirred up their true power. Follow the giant wolf. The overwhelming force hit the monk.
At the moment when the giant wolf pounced in front of the monk. A burst of fierce red suddenly exploded from the monk's feet. The blazing flames gush out happily like an underground spring. The drop of fire, which could burn through steel, turned somersaults arrogantly. Blooming with intense violence.
Aunt Hong's kind face is no longer there. Instead he smiled grimly. Five red flowers stir up the earth fire. Attack the enemy without warning. This is her specialty. In contrast. Except for the thousand-year-old wolf soul that Niu Luxu summoned. Other magic weapons are eclipsed.
All kinds of brilliance reflected in the big eyes of Xiao Yi and Xiao Laiji. It makes the two girls look extremely beautiful.
Old man Gongye didn't make a move, he stood to one side with his back straightened, his old eyes slightly narrowed, shining like needles, staring intently at how the monk dealt with the stormy attack.
Numerous magic weapons rushed over their heads, and a row of bald heads were shimmering with light; the ground under their feet was gushing out, and the soles of their shoes began to emit black smoke. : "Run quickly!"
The junior fellow apprentices all howled, turned around and picked up Uncle Stuttering, who had a pale face, and ran away! He disappeared in front of everyone like lightning, and when he reappeared, he had retreated dozens of feet away, his big sleeves constantly flapping the flames on his chest.
There was a loud bang, which made the earth tremble and the distant mountains wailed. The magic weapons of the two tractors all hit the place where the monks were standing a moment ago. The blast of air knocked many people to the ground and the hard rocks were blown to pieces. Turning into powder, a deep pit the size of a square suddenly appeared at the foot of Zhanyan Peak.
The towering Zhanyan Peak seemed to shake.
However, the monk ran away.
The casual monks also didn't expect that these monks were all cheap, and they refused to leave after being easy to talk to. They had to wait until the fire burned their bodies before running away. After being stunned for a moment, they all laughed and took back the magic weapon while boasting. , laughed and scolded the thousands-year-old majesty of the Great Mercy Temple, but it turned out to be a lie.
At this time, the rocks that had just been blown away by the huge force of the explosion began to fall. Everyone held up their magic weapons to resist. Aunt Hong had just brought out two big red flowers to protect the heads of Wen Leyang and others.
After the gravel fell in, everyone moved forward and prepared to go up the mountain with great vigor. Mu Mu had just taken a few steps when she suddenly felt her eyes go dark.
A piece of yellow cloth slowly fell from the sky and was covering her head. Wen Leyang hurriedly helped her take off the yellow cloth, and then he said: "There is a word!"
The few casual cultivators in front of me all came over by mistake. The picture on the yellow cloth was crooked and full of typos. It looked like it was written by a child.
"Behead Yanfeng with big breasts (Beheading Yanfeng is a big evil), Gudong is more evil than chickens and geese (Gudong is more evil), the little monk is not flattering (the little monk is not lying), the gods go back eight (let's do it), Xisheng white ball. "
Niu Lishi could understand everything except the last two words. He said to himself in confusion: "What white ball... Oh, please! Haha, this little monk is so weird. He can't write easy words."
Xiao Yi has long been familiar with them and explained with a smile: "When a child learns calligraphy, he will first learn from things he can see, such as chests, chickens, ducks, balls, etc."
Wen Leyang was not as relaxed as them. No one saw when the little monk threw the yellow cloth. It was imperative for him to kill the Yanfeng Ancient Cave, but he encountered strange things on the way, all of which were beyond his understanding. In addition to other things, including the corpses of the same race that were discovered not long ago, my mood is already a bit heavy.
Little Pepper's expression also became solemn.
Mr. Gongye and Aunt Hong didn't say anything more. They led the team up the mountain. They just looked back frequently, as if they were still waiting for someone. Although they were despising the Great Mercy Temple in their mouths, they knew in their hearts that with the help of those monks The ability to retreat completely from countless magic weapons cannot be underestimated.
The Great Mercy Temple is a sacred place for Buddhist cultivation, and its thousand-year reputation is built with magic weapons and souls. Although a group of monks got out of the way, the road up the mountain might not be easy.
Sure enough, everyone had just walked for less than an hour when suddenly a dazzling golden light bloomed from the top of Zhanyan Peak. The golden light expanded bigger and bigger, like a tide, swallowing up the darkness around the dangerous peak layer by layer, swallowing up the dangerous peak. The sharp Qi like a knife continued to spread, and within a short time, it had enveloped the entire mountain.
Wen Leyang and others were bathed in the golden Buddha's light, and even Niu Lishi, with his heart-protecting hair exposed on his chest, was tinged with solemnity.
Golden butterflies flew out from nowhere, fluttering their light wings and flying up and down around the crowd.
A Buddhist verse full of compassion, like a sigh, was like the sound of a sad piano, swaying all the way, gently echoing in Wen Leyang's ears. (Quanben Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)