The white mist filled the air, making it impossible to see far, and one could only vaguely see figures walking back and forth.
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Suddenly, Duan Rui seemed to have returned to Jiangdong. In the late autumn of last year, Changchuan River was often shrouded in such heavy fog. His breath was refreshing and the river was gurgling, which had a unique flavor.
A figure walked through the mist, wearing a crimson dress and a dark cloak. He was quiet and handsome, with the gentle and graceful air of Jiangdong, as if he had just landed from a awning boat, or had just returned home from picking lotus seeds. Indescribable beauty.
Yuan Jing's sister Duan Rui was surprised and happy.
I and Feng Yuanjing originally agreed to go out to the lake today, but seeing the fog being extremely heavy, I was worried that she wouldn't come, but I still kept my promise.
He took a step forward and was about to move forward, but suddenly his shoulders tightened, but he was pulled back.
Duan Rui turned around in anger, his pupils were dark and filled with cruelty and ferocity, but what he saw was Wang Siyuan's face, as beautiful as a woman. His expression was calm and he pointed around: Look at them.
At this time, Duan Rui was at a loss and didn't know where he was. He looked around subconsciously and saw figures one after another. They were men and women, monks and Taoists. Their eyes were confused, as if they were dull, walking back and forth like sleepwalking, and the exposed skin was rotten. A lot has been broken, and the bones can already be seen. The breath carries the vicissitudes of the years, and it seems that it will continue like this until it completely turns into ashes.
This horrifying scene made Duan Rui wake up. He was nowhere in Jiangdong Changchuan. He was clearly in the demonic land.
Look at the white mist in front of you again. Where is Feng Yuanjing’s figure
The tortoise book on Wang Siyuan's head rotates, and the black and white dots stand out, interpreting the number of Dayan, transforming into an escaping one.
Invisible and colorless light fell, covering Wang Siyuan, a middle-aged man with white hair and eyeless old man in a wide robe and long sleeves, and Duan Rui, moving as they moved forward.
Duan Rui never lost his purity and saw hallucinations. After walking for a while, they walked out of the white mist. I only saw a string of Buddhist beads floating on the edge of the white mist, as if in the depths. They were red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, and were colorful without any hint of purity.
The black light in Buddha Duan Rui's eyes was full of greed.
Wang Siyuan coughed violently and seemed unable to bear it: We are relying on Luo Shu's power to hide from the sky, don't touch the things in the formation, otherwise it will cause a series of changes, which will be extremely disadvantageous.
The hexagrams are not finished, and the things are not finished until they are done.
Duan Rui took a deep breath. With a little regret and reluctance, I turned around and followed.
After climbing the first level of the mountain, Meng Qi took a short rest and was prepared to interrupt and return at any time, then climbed to the second level along the mountain path.
There should have been a red mist here, but it had dissipated completely, leaving only a little bit in the unventilated areas surrounded by rocks.
Wearing the fast boots matching the Qingyuan Taoist robe, Meng Qi walked forward unhurriedly.
He seemed to see a rock with four words engraved on it, and suddenly he had an epiphany. After Zhan Yue truly mastered it, he returned to his own world and killed the God of Thunder with a sword. With the help of Master Yunhe and Xianji, he obtained the outline of the Tathagata Palm. After years of understanding, I finally mastered a unique palm technique that no one has mastered since the Middle Ages.
Covering the world with one palm, I am the only one in the world
Meng Qi frowned as his heart filled with joy. This is very similar to the hallucination he had when he realized that he had fallen into the world of mortals. Wait a minute, there will be Xiao Zi who throws himself into his arms to deliver the newspaper, and Xiao Sang is trying to flatter him.
None of the subsequent conjectures came up. This made Meng Qi always feel alienated, unable to enter the drama at all, let alone fall into the world of mortals. It was worse than the last hallucination. How could he deal with himself who had already transformed into the immortal prime minister in the exterior scene
Unconsciously, Meng Qi climbed to the second level of the mountain and saw a broken glass lamp.
Meng Qi was slightly surprised that the array object was broken again.
However, this weird place has existed for who knows how many years, and it is not too strange for the array items to be damaged.
He stopped and recalled his experiences on the first and second levels of the mountain. He thought thoughtfully and said to himself: The second level of the formation was obviously like falling into the world of mortals. From this point of view, the first level was not just about breaking the pure world.
The biggest obsession in my heart is that Ananda’s ghost is still there, and then he involves many ancient powers to fight fire with fire.
Thinking of this, Meng Qi subconsciously looked towards the fifth floor, only to see that it was dark and dark, with bright stars occasionally passing by:
Could it be that there is my opportunity to create a formation with the meaning of cause and effect
He withdrew his gaze, calmed his mind, and turned to look at the third floor.
Black air lingers before the eyes, and the depths of the clouds are unknown. On the fourth floor, a red lotus condensed with flames blooms.
The formation of attracting external demons and accumulating karma. Meng Qi frowned slightly and said something. If he could not control the evil spirits in his heart before and let him be a little independent, then the first and second levels of cutting off the pure and falling into the world of mortals can help him develop. Powerful nutrition.
Then, the external demon brought out by the external demon cannot be said to be his true self. He is evenly matched and difficult to defeat. Instead, the more he fights, the more he will be divided and he will definitely die.
Perhaps because of this, the fourth move to attract external demons is arranged before the third move to accumulate karma.
After adjusting his breathing and breathing thoroughly and adapting to this place, Meng Qi stepped into the lingering black air with his left sword and right sword.
Duan Rui glanced at the glass lamp that was burning with green flames like thousands of lights, and turned around with difficulty, his anger growing in his heart.
Suddenly, he found that the rotation of the tortoise shell stopped, and the colorless and invisible light disappeared.
What's wrong? Duan Rui blurted out and asked. No matter it was the original Duan Rui or the demon Duan Rui, they were still young, energetic and immature. They were in sharp contrast to the middle-aged silence of the pupilless old man next to him.
Wang Siyuan's right thumb kept pinching his food and the knuckles of his third finger, and said calmly: The evil in front of him can pass through only by concealing it.
Evil, there is a real evil here, Duan Rui said in surprise.
Wang Siyuan smiled faintly: Bodhidharma was the first person after the Middle Ages to attain the fruit of Bodhisattva and touch the fruit of future Buddhahood. However, in his later years, a big demon suddenly appeared and fought with him until the pure land was shattered. He was finally eliminated with great difficulty. Tell me, where did this big devil come from
Duan Rui was suddenly speechless, feeling that the black energy lingering in front of his eyes was full of extreme danger.
Meng Qi felt a bit like he was in the Netherworld as the black energy filled his body.
He had just taken seven steps when the darkness parted in front of him, and a man stepped out slowly, wearing a gray robe, with his hands clasped together. There is no hair on the head, no beard on the face, and the face is ancient.
This monk had no intention of decay, but his expression was twisted and his eyes were dark. He faced Meng Qi and pushed him out with a palm.
This palm was slow and accompanied by an explosive sound, as if the mountain in front of the palm collapsed, the river flowed backwards, and even the void was vaguely distorted. Trap Meng Qi among them
Apart from strength and glowing dark gold, there is no other magic
Meng Qi, the powerful Vajra Palm, was slightly surprised, but he didn't think it was the same.
If it were a truly powerful Vajra Palm, with the power shown by this external demon monk, it should have the appearance of a Vajra floating on its back, and the light of the Buddha shining on it.
Meng Qi did not dare to neglect, and directly slashed vertically with his sword. It was simple and clear, and purple electricity condensed on the tip of the sword.
boom
A loud thunder. As spring approaches, purple lightning explodes, shining brilliantly into the sky, blending with the explosion of the long sword itself. It split open the black mist and shattered the ground. The destructive power was extremely shocking.
Accompanied by the thunder, the golden flesh palm was struck by the purple lightning sword.
boom
Shock waves visible to the naked eye spurted out in all directions from the junction. Sweeping everything.
Meng Qi's right hand trembled slightly, and the external demon monk took a step back, his whole body lit up with dark gold.
Don't show mercy when you gain power. Meng Qi's sword fired continuously, sometimes with thunder and hell, sometimes with the sun shining, sometimes with winter thunder and thunder, and sometimes with a birthday in the void, without taking a breath, each move was as fast as the next, and each move was stronger than the last, with constant rumbling sounds.
Within the radius, purple thunder spread across the sky, teeth and claws dancing, and the dazzling sun almost took shape, with thousands of rays of light.
But the external demon monk's dark golden hair was shiny, his acupoints were opened, and he slapped his palms continuously. Each palm was accompanied by the sound of thunderbolts, crackling continuously, but it failed to trigger the strange phenomena outside his body. Every time he received a sword or sword, the golden color dimmed. a bit.
When the battle was at its peak, the external demon monk had been forced to the edge of a cliff. Meng Qi shouted loudly and made eight false cuts. The purple thunder dragon took shape, connected end to end with the last cut, and fell like a wheel.
Crazy thunder shook the sky
boom
Amidst the sound, purple lightning flashed brightly, and the external demon monk was stunned on the spot.
Then, he split into two pieces, purple thunder burst out from the wound, and then his whole body disintegrated, turning into black energy and blending into the surrounding area.
The black air emptied out, condensed into clouds, and swirled around, and beneath their swirling core stood a monk.
His face was a bit like that of the Southern Wilderness. He wore a string of large dark-colored Buddha beads around his neck, a gray robe, and mango shoes. His eyes were closed, his expression was ferocious, and his appearance was extremely twisted.
Duan Rui saw that Wang Siyuan, Wang Dezhong and Wang Bingning were facing a formidable enemy, and he immediately became interested in the external demon monk transformed by black energy.
He looked carefully and suddenly found that the monk's appearance looked familiar, and was very similar to the Arhat he worshiped in the past.
Bodhidharma lost his voice.
After looking at the other party's ferocious expression, his voice became deeper:
evil dharma
The gray-robed monk showed an evil smile, held the flower in his right hand, and gently flicked it out.
After Meng Qi scattered the phantom of the external demon, he was about to speed up and leave here. If it weren't for the high flying ban near the mountain peak, he would have wanted to fly directly to the fifth floor.
At this moment, his steps stopped, his pupils shrank, and a figure was reflected
This is an elegant middle-aged man with jet-black hair, no trace of white hair, handsome facial features, and a kind of enchanting charm like a god or demon.
Wearing a wide robe and a wooden hairpin on his head, he stood with his hands behind his back. His posture was chic and unrestrained, exuding indescribable leisure. He was looking up at the sky, as if he was thinking about the ultimate meaning of life and seeking the source of the avenue.
What shocked Meng Qi was not the appearance of this figure. It would not be surprising for any external demon to appear here, but the fact that this extremely charming man was stepping on a glass lamp with his right foot, and then with a slight exertion, the lamp shattered.
This is exactly the same as the current situation of the second level array eye thing
It was he who broke through the two formations of Luo Hongchen and Duan Qingjing, and recorded the breath and scene, acting as an external demon.
But now that someone has come in, why is the true meaning outside the door not lost
Meng Qi clenched the hilt of the sword, suppressed the thoughts in his mind, and did not dare to show any signs of neglect. .