With the top of the hill as the core, the gravel is like a dragon, blocking out the sky and the sun, rolling into the sky in circles, as if the most terrifying sandstorm is coming.
And in the swirling hurricane of sand, there are vague shadows. They are twisted, shapeless, and gloomy. They scream shrilly and keep rushing towards the peak.
This is exactly what the crying old man used the Kuangsha magical power to activate the evil spirits of the Eighteen Beats to demand their lives.
At the foot of the mountain, the green oasis quickly withered under the flying sand and stones, and the ground was desolate and yellow. It seemed that all the water had been drained. The cattle and sheep herdsmen all stood frozen on the spot, their skin and muscles were dehydrated inch by inch, and there were faint black shadows flying from their bodies. Go out and throw yourself at the evil spirits at the top of the mountain.
This terrifying scene does not stop at the hills and nearby oasis, but spreads to a radius of hundreds of miles, draining the souls of all living creatures and withering the entire earth.
Outside the Quicksand Collection, shrouded in wind and sand, the fairly normal soil is dry and cracked, extending from the hill to the interior of the Collection, and then to the area behind.
On the set, pedestrians were stunned one after another, their movements were slow, their skin was shriveled, and there were black shadows struggling to come out of their bodies.
The wind and sand hit the outside of Hanhai's first house, making a dense crackling sound, causing the seemingly shabby inn to sway and make a creaking sound. It seemed that it would soon lose its moisture, turn into powder, and collapse. land.
And inside the inn, the tables of guests were like the herdsmen outside, becoming sluggish and about to lose their minds.
Qu Jiuniang stood up immediately, her eyebrows raised, and shouted loudly: I am old and immortal, be careful of God's punishment, I will give birth to a son without an asshole, and you are invited to mess with me in the inn.
Following her cold scolding, a cold wind seemed to blow through the inn. All the guests who were dining and staying shuddered and woke up. They looked at each other with fear. At the same time, the wooden panels on the exterior walls of the inn were also gone. There were no signs of dehydration, but they were still swaying and creaking under the wind and sand.
The battle at the master level was too terrifying. Shake, whose eyes were like sapphires, murmured to himself. This place was dozens of miles away from the battle. He and others were almost sucked out of their souls. If it weren't for the mysterious Qu Jiuniang, I'm afraid they would have been killed. There is no escaping this disaster.
The leader of Shake, who carried a scimitar at his waist, said fearfully: Normally, masters will limit the scope of their fights to facilitate the concentration of power, but the crying old man is an exception. The more souls he absorbs, the more powerful his innocent soul will become. If this happens, Damn unlucky
They are horse bandits in the desert of the vast sea. They surrender to Zeluoju, the evil sword of the vast sea, and have a certain understanding of the Eighteen Pai Pai of Wrong Souls.
Boss, should we believe in Buddhism and resolve our sins so as not to encounter such bad luck all the time
Believe in your mother’s Buddha
Meng Qi, who had just walked to the middle of the quicksand, had dark gold flowing on his skin, locking his body and soul, like an Arhat, but the dark gold luster was getting darker and darker, as if a candle in a strong wind would be extinguished at any time.
He gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to calm down. Only now did he realize that the power of the outdoor scene was as terrifying as a natural disaster.
On the top of the hill, Xuan Bei was playing dark gold rosary beads and chanting sutras in a low voice. Waves of glazed light emitted from his hands, making most of the peak look like a Buddhist pure land.
As the crying old man clapped his hands, the innocent souls came in one after another, like a torrent of black water, screaming and vanishing into thin air above the glazed light, and biting the glazed light into pieces from time to time.
Xuanbei was neither happy nor angry, unhurried, just looking at the crying old man, his voice seemed to echo in his heart:
Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of magical skills and chose Moko Fumo Fist that lacked important scriptures
The crying old man's eyes focused, he raised his right palm, pushed his left palm, and the wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the souls of the victims became more and more invisible and insubstantial, as if they were walking between yin and yang, making it impossible to resist.
After Xuan Bei finished speaking, a bead on the Buddha beads he moved changed from dark gold to pitch black, and then he punched it out.
This fist seemed to fill the world, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, free from dust.
Golden light shrouded his body, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the top of the mountain, with a hazy void behind him.
In the void, the evil ghosts with ferocious shapes surrounded a golden lotus platform with peaceful expressions. On top of the lotus platform sat a Bodhisattva, with a face full of mercy and pity for the world. In his palm, he held the constantly flowing breath of life and death, like a wheel of black and white changes. The treasure contains the great secrets of the heavens and the mysteries of life and death.
The Bodhisattva's face changed vaguely, and finally reached its peak with Xuanbei's fist, revealing an appearance that was exactly the same as his, except that one was melancholy and heavy, and the other was compassionate and solemn.
The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, and the sound of clouds and thunder suddenly echoed in the void:
After today, for hundreds of thousands of billions of eons, there will be a world, all hells, and the three evil realms. All sentient beings are suffering from sins. I vow to save them from the hell realms, as animals and hungry ghosts. As a retribution for these sins, everyone must become a Buddha, and then I will achieve enlightenment.
Until hell is empty, I swear I will never become a Buddha; only when all sentient beings are saved can I realize Bodhi.
There were bursts of Zen sounds, the Buddha's light was shining brightly, and the evil ghosts who came had lost their ferocious resentment, their faces became peaceful, and they disappeared into the air.
The wind and sand have stopped, and there are chants of Buddhist scriptures at the foot of the mountain. The withered hay gradually turns green, and the undercurrents are buzzing. The skins of the mummy-like herdsmen, cattle and sheep slowly become fuller. The black souls that flew out return to the body, and the breath of life is full of life. .
The dry and cracked earth was once again as stable as before, and the lost souls on the quicksand gathered one after another to escape from the hell, feeling confused and scared.
In the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who was cursing, had a look of surprise on her face, and whispered to herself: There is really someone who has practiced Moko Demon Subduing Fist to this extent.
Under the breath of life and the light of the glazed Buddha, the precarious Meng Qi finally got rid of the influence of the eighteen beats of the wronged soul. The dark gold flowing on his skin was no longer dim and became pure again.
Looking at the scene in front of him that was going around the circle between life and death, Meng Qi couldn't help but thought in shock: This is probably a magical trick.
Moko’s Demon Subduing Fist, exploring the cycle of life and death
The crying old man was defeated by one move, and he raised his head and screamed. The sound penetrated into the sky and stabbed his soul, just like the ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell.
Black energy rose around him, as if hell had opened up and the ghosts were out of control.
Then, he turned the sky upside down with one palm, and slapped it down from the head. The ghost's door to hell was closed with eighteen slaps.
Xuanbei and the Bodhisattva behind him are still melancholy and compassionate, their fists seem to be holding seals, and they punch out again, Moko's demon-subduing fist saves all living beings.
Meng Qi looked back and saw a vast expanse of gravel surrounding the hill. The black air and the Buddha's light were constantly intertwining. It seemed difficult to tell the winner for a moment.
He knew that with his own strength, not to mention helping his master, he might not be able to get close to the mountain, but would become a burden. However, the little junior brother was alone in the inn, doing things in a daze, inexperienced, and if he couldn't handle it well, he would It would lead to death, so he temporarily gave up his plan to escape from Shaolin and prepared to return to the inn to join his junior brother.
Under normal circumstances, I would not feel any guilt at all for escaping, but the situation at this time was special. After all, I had a close friendship with my junior brother, so how could I not rescue him
Moreover, Meng Qi didn't want to admit it, but he knew very well that if there were other enemies, if the crying old man had the upper hand again, and a nightmare scenario like dehydration and soul-draining reappeared, then the inn would be the safest place. After all, there was Qu Jiuniang who was suspected of being on location.
Meng Qi had to admit that seeking protection and rescuing his junior brother each accounted for half of the reason why he returned to the inn.
Just as he turned around, his eyes suddenly froze and his pupils shrank sharply, because on the windy and sandy street, a strange-looking man stood opposite him.
He was wearing a black burqa that resembled a Shake, and had gray hair, but his face was young, as if he were a young man in his twenties or thirties. The contrast between the two was particularly frightening.
An Guoxie Mengqi called out his name in a low voice and ran away without turning around.
In this case, running away with your back is simply to expose the real opening and give away the vital points of your vest.
An Guoxie, the white-headed vulture, the disciple of the Crying Old Man, a master with all nine apertures, the thirty-sixth on the list, who is infinitely better than himself.
An Guoxie's face was thin, with protruding edges and corners, but it had a somewhat exotic beauty. With an evil smile on his lips, he joked: I'm lucky, I bumped into one directly. Now I'm not afraid of being punished by my ancestor. .
He didn't pay attention to an opponent who had not yet realized what he was doing. It felt like a cat and mouse.
As he spoke, he swooped forward like a vulture, pushed with his palms, and the hot wind from his palms made Meng Qi feel as if he was stuck in the depths of the desert. He had difficulty breathing, his skin was dry, his body was dehydrated, and he lacked strength.
Although he failed to learn the Eighteen Beats of the Wrong Soul, the Kuangsha Magic Skill has already entered the room.