At this moment, petals of snowflakes like March catkins floated in the sky, gently falling on everyone, and as soon as they touched it for a moment, they melted and disappeared.
The blind monk shook his zen stick, and the golden light was in full bloom. Numerous scriptures formed the shape of a wooden fish, and wrapped in the distant Sanskrit sound, he walked towards the poor and strange beast. The distance between the monk and the beast is too close, and others have no time to stop it, and even the poor and strange beast that is attacked has nowhere to escape, so they have to respond instinctively.
The purple electricity of the horns was booming and sizzling, intertwined in front of the beast into a purple curtain, which could resist for a moment, but the disparity in strength was too great. Buried, the dust was flying for a while, and it was not known whether it was alive or dead.
All this just happened between two breaths, too fast to be rescued. Seeing the playmate being beaten away, Xiao Ning'an stared at the blind monk with tears in the corners of her mouth, with a childish voice, and said, "Bad man."
Yu Fei's eyes rolled, and she dragged Ze Hai, who was holding the little one, and ran in the direction of the poor beast. The old bald donkey in Old Man Sun's mouth looked at it like that, it was very powerful, and he would definitely not be able to beat it, so he could only stay far away to save this poor and strange beast, lest their children be accidentally injured.
"Hey, you old bald donkey, the Buddha's language is pure and sympathetic to all living beings, but your thoughts of killing have never changed." The old man Sun was so angry that he gave a lecture to the blind monk, spitting on people. a face.
The blind monk was also very determined. He didn't raise his hand to wipe off the bits of spit. His body was full of Buddha light, and he pushed back Old Man Sun, who was still chattering. "Man-eating beasts should be eliminated; if they become demons, they should be executed."
As the blind monk's voice fell, the chanting staff shook again, and there were bursts of Sanskrit sounds, as if thousands of monks were chanting Buddhist scriptures on the spot. Those golden scriptures formed a huge golden bowl, covering the three of them together.
The scripture talisman as big as a fist shot out of the golden bowl, constantly attacking Duguyan, trying to grab the wind-shattering smoke from her hands.
Old Man Sun was so angry that he jumped, "Can you say hello in advance when we fight?" "The old man doesn't show his power, you really think the old man is a three-year-old child. Break it for the old man."
With an angry roar, he clenched his fists and smashed it towards the golden bowl cover, and screamed, "Hey Yoyo! It hurts the old man." Carefully touching the new wound on the old face on the ground, he bared his teeth and cried out in pain.
The Dugu Yanhan sword was unsheathed and resisted the scriptures that were shot from all sides. Although it could be resisted for a while now, over time, he would always be exhausted, and he might not be able to wait for the wind and smoke to wake up.
Thinking of this, he took the seven-star sword from the dragon head floating by his side and threw it towards the old man Sun who was giving him medicine. "Senior, it's up to you."
Old Man Sun grabbed the medicine bottle and hurriedly caught it, flicking the blade with a looming red light, with a look of excitement on his face. "Good knife, good knife." After tossing and playing for a while, hugged him in his arms and kissed again and again.
With the blessing of the spiritual treasured sword, Old Man Sun's destructive power skyrocketed, and he shouted, "Old bald donkey, look at the trick."
Two people with similar cultivation bases, this blind monk is just taking the first opportunity to be stronger. At this moment, Old Man Sun has the dragon-headed seven-star saber in his hand, and with just one move, he broke the golden hood that he was proud of. .
The blind monk's throat was hot from the backlash, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and a water-patterned Buddha bead hanging on his body was also shattered and turned into powder. Seeing this, the three thousand golden-robed monks shouted in unison, holding a crescent shovel and rushing towards the Duguyan and the three of them like a tide.
Yu Fei pulled the Zehai brothers and sisters to hide in the corner, and the little whip lightly whipped the dying poor beast, with a proud face: Look, you are still smart.
In order not to hurt the three thousand golden-robed monks in the fight with Old Man Sun, the blind monk deliberately led him to the periphery. The two were both ninth-order warriors, and they fought seriously. Their gestures were turbulent, the ground cracked and the house collapsed, and the flying sand and stones concealed the broken trees, darkening half of the sky.
On the other side, Duguyan, who was besieged by three thousand golden-robed monks, held a sword in plain hands, his broad sleeves fluttered in the wind, and his body was braving layers of cold air. As time passed, it became more and more dense, and it seemed that it was about to condense into ice.
The dampness and coldness of this cold winter and twelfth lunar month were no match for the cold air lingering around her, which continued to spread around her. If you ignore the strong murderous aura, this picture of flying snowflakes and lingering mist is definitely a fairy from the sky entering the mundane world by mistake.
In the distant room, the closed window was quietly opened again, Qingzhe, who looked elegant and free, saw Duguyan's appearance, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his thin lips hooked into a small smile, and he said, "She has greatly increased her cultivation these days. , is actually in the late seventh stage, only one step away from the eighth stage."
"He is a genius in the sky, forgetting his past and past, he is even more penetrating, and his comprehension is extremely high. If he gets a little advice from an expert, it will not be difficult for him to cultivate diligently." Tu Suyun sat on the high chair and closed his eyes for a while. These days running around, exhausting the mind, always a little tired.
Senior? Is it wind smoke? Or the urchin-like old man Sun
Qingzhe thought so, but his eyes were still staring at Duguyan. To be precise, he should be staring at the person in her arms——Feng Shuyan.
The dagger on her heart was smeared with poison, and it would be difficult to wake up. Tu Suyun wanted to save her life to conquer, but for such a dangerous person, either do not do it or do it absolutely.
Now that the general trend has come to an end, it doesn't matter whether there is her or not.
The thick fog that filled his eyes blocked the sight of the three thousand golden-robed monks, and also blocked Duguyan's own sight.
There are countless embroidery needles shining with cold light from all sides, like a huge silver cone fishing net, covering the sky and covering the sky with Dugu Yan and the sleeping wind broken smoke. The number is too large to stop it.
"Frozen tactic." The bright red lips opened and closed, and the exhaled gas was actually a whitish mist. With the three words without emotional fluctuations, the hazy fairyland like a dream suddenly frozen everything, but there was still a The two embroidery needles hid in front of him one step ahead.
Just listening to a pop, accompanied by Duguyan's low scream, the embroidery needle was blocked by the internal force after entering the eye, and the rebound force shattered two extremely beautiful eyeballs.
Under the severe pain, his face was as pale as snow and even more snowy, and he smashed the ice wall with one palm, and coldly drank the word with monstrous killing intent: "Broken."
Click, click...
For a while, only the sound of cracking ice could be heard clearly in the world. In the seemingly slow but rapid shattering of all things frozen in ice, the horror and resentment in their eyes turned into countless ice slag.
The half of the monks who were not affected by the white fog and were frozen in ice, saw this tragic scene, their eyes were split with anger, and their expressions were sad.
"kill."
"kill"
"kill"
The screams of killing were like thunder, deafening, and one or two could be heard across dozens of miles.
"Amitabha! Lord Dugu, you have committed such murderous crimes, and the poor and hatred will not tolerate you." Although the blind monk was blind, his ears were very good, and his face showed anger for the first time. With a shake of the Zen stick, the golden dragon flicked its tail out, roaring and rushing towards Duguyan. Wherever it passed, the gust of wind swept wildly, sending the monks flying.
The bird mount hovering in the sky, whimpered and fled to Yu Fei's side, curled up in the body of the beast and shivered.
Duguyan, who could no longer see anything, ducked to the side, his reaction slowed down, and he was swept away by the golden dragon's long tail composed of scriptures in the air. He immediately spewed blood from his mouth like a spring, but he also tightly protected his arms. The wind shattered the smoke and fell into the distance like a broken kite.
"You shameless old bald donkey, this old man must teach you a good lesson." One after another, there were incidents under his nose, but Old Man Sun was so annoyed that he used all his housekeeping skills to fight this blind monk, even if he couldn't. If you beat him, you have to entangle him so that he has nowhere to start.
The half of the monks roared and ran towards the place where Duguyan and Duguyan fell, wanting to eradicate this ruthless demon girl while she was still seriously injured, and bring harm to all beings in the world.
When he got close, he saw Duguyan leaning against a half-height stone covered in blood, and his back was bleeding profusely. He thought that when it fell, the small stone raised in the middle of the ground caused the injury like this. Wounded, embarrassed. And the wind and smoke in her arms was not hurt in any way, and was well protected.
Half of the monks raised their palms to their chests and bowed their heads, with sympathy in their eyes. This was towards the deceased fellow disciple, and towards the two who were about to die, "Amitabha."
After sympathy, he raised his head again, his face full of coldness, holding a crescent shovel and poking at the two who were powerless to fight back, passed through the snow curtain, and went straight to the chest.
咻, 咻... ..this is the sound of crossbow arrows.
From a low place in the distance, the light iron cavalry of the Mole clan was exposed, galloping towards here with a shout of a horse and a whip. The hooves of the horses roared, the dust was rolled up, and the horses roared as they rode and shot.
"You monks, don't stay in the temples to cultivate honestly, and run outside to make trouble." The Mohe people believe in gods, and they naturally have a good impression of these monks, and they don't want to hurt their lives easily, just those crossbows just now. .The arrow is also the arrow arrow offset. "You guys are going to pick up the two distinguished guests and take them away for healing."
"Stop it." But how could the golden-robed monks let them take people away so easily, the two sides were fighting with each other for a while, and the war was about to break out again. "All beings are in danger, and monks like me can't stand by and watch." The rumors are true, Feng Shuyan and these savage people are in trouble and slaughter all beings.
"Hey! I'm so ill-tempered." Looking at the just and awe-inspiring monks, the leading Mole warriors patted their thighs in a bad tone. "If you don't know the good and the bad, don't blame me for bullying the weak."
"Amitabha, this monster has to be eliminated. Please put down your slaughtering knives, do less murder, and return to the shore."
"Foolishness." The Mole warriors shook their heads at these monks who had a heart for the world and held a crescent shovel, and kindly advised: "The world outside is not suitable for you, return quickly!"
"Since I have come, how can I return empty-handed, the donor does not need to be merciful, life and death have their own destiny."
The Mole warriors were really amused by their serious looks. "Since you all know that life and death have fate, why do you have to be covered in blood? Why not let all beings fend for themselves?"
All the monks shook their heads: "What all sentient beings are asking for is false, the little monk (poor monk) came with the light of the Buddha, and he should cross all sentient beings out of the sea of suffering."
"In the prosperous times of peace, there is still 'the red wine and meat stink, and the road is frozen to death'. The Buddha sees all the struggles of the world, closes his eyes and says, 'Fate is made by oneself'; in a century of turbulent times, there are countless wars, big and small, and there are more than 100,000 bones and bones. See; now that it is difficult to cross by yourself, you... who are you trying to cross?"
Hearing this, everyone's eyes focused on Feng Shuyan. The dagger that had been inserted into her heart was being casually played with by her slender fingers, and the front of her chest was soaked with dark blood.
Duguyan, who had already sensed her waking up, moved her bloodless lips, but in the end she didn't make a sound. She lowered her eyelids to cover her terrifying eyes, and gave her a small smile in the "darkness".
"Crossing you." The blind monk stepped in the air, surrounded by the light of Buddha. When the monks saw this, they shoveled the crescent moon into the ground, put their hands together and bowed their heads, and said in unison, "Amitabha."
After Yan Xuhuan sneered, she reached out and patted Dugu's smoke ring's hand around her waist, signaling it to loosen, then got up and swiped with her broad sleeves, removing all the dust from her body: "Three thousand worlds, who can cross me again? Who dares to cross me? I have always been the only one who crossed people." As he spoke, he stepped out, but it was also a void, like stepping up a step.
The blind monk snorted coldly, "Feng patron secretly slapped my disciple's cultivation base. At this moment, he is so arrogant."
When the monks below heard this, they immediately checked themselves. Sure enough, all their cultivation bases were taken away, and they were shocked and angry. Now, they are all useless monks.
"I'm crossing you." Yan Xuhuan stood with her hands behind her back, her hair dancing with the snowy wind like a waterfall of ink, "You should recite the scriptures to cultivate yourselves, so that the people of the world will have good intentions, rather than holding a fierce crescent shovel. , into a bloody storm."
"Amitabha, the patron of the wind will be so high-sounding about robbing and robbing. Do you feel ashamed in your heart? I am waiting for someone in the sect to prove the Tao with my body today, and I will definitely kill you here." Then, the blind monk recited in his mouth. An obscure scripture.
"Idiot." In response, Yan Xuhuan shook his head.
The remaining half of the golden-robed monks below looked hesitant, and after a few breaths, half crossed their legs and recited obscure scriptures together, while the other half stood still with their mouths closed.
The Sanskrit sound curled, implying killing intent. As the gust of wind rose, the half-legged monks below floated up flat, surrounded by layers of wind and smoke. From the appearance, it looks like an exquisite pagoda, and there are faint sounds of ghosts and wolves, lightning and thunder.
Just when everyone thought that Feng Shaoyan would die if locked in the Golden Light Tower, they heard her voice leaking out, "It's a pity." Open eyes, there is a red light.
"Devil." The blind monk shook violently, his whole body trembling until his voice trembled. The man's tower collapsed suddenly, and disappeared with the wind.
"I'll cross you once."
Yan Xuhuan's words fell, and the blind monk faintly realized that his cultivation had suddenly disappeared, and the person became old in an instant.
Then it was supported by an invisible force and fell firmly to the ground. The rest of the monks did not know why, so they stepped forward to ask. The blind monk waved his hand weakly, and asked towards the empty sky, "Feng patron, why didn't you kill the poor monk?"