The Buddhist scriptures turn into golden lotus.

Each of them is born in an instant, and they are destroyed in an instant.

The contrast between the old monk Yuanwu's body, which was transformed into a strong body, was flowing outside the monk's robe, and the yellow qi shield of the Nirvana Sutra also underwent substantial changes.

The rustic turtle shell in the soil turns into a halo like colorful glass.

Even the dragon changed a lot.

The Buddha's staff is still the same black one. It has a black dragon hovering over the body of the staff, holding up the nine rings with both claws, shaping the dragon's head between the body of the staff and the head of the staff, with its mighty power.

But now, most of the ever-destroying Canglong Spirit has been restored.

As the old monk's aura grew rapidly, the shadow of the Canglong was also hidden, circling around him, protecting the Buddha's body.

The wind sways, and the world changes color.

In the darkness, there seems to be a splash, but it is not triggered and does not drop a drop of rain.

The hidden dragon comes out of the abyss, puts clouds and rain, and the dragon encounters water, which makes the power even more powerful.

The ancestor has such rich experience in fighting skills, how could he make such a low-level mistake?

Today's fight cannot be used to use the ** spell.

In the sound of the dragon roar, Daojun's eyes swept three points on the old monk's body.

Complete enlightenment is like rejuvenation.

The skin, which was originally covered with old-fashioned spots, had a look like jade and glass.

He couldn't help but sigh.

explain:

"What should Dongling do?

You are actually bathing your body with dragon energy, and you are only one step away from this world, and you will cultivate this dragon-subduing golden body. However, you, a Buddhist monk, dare to call yourself the Pure Land Tathagata, which is really bold.

Forget it."

Daojun moved his shoulders, and his body was incomplete. He even grew an arm in one breath.

He moved his fingers.

All kinds of clouds and clouds come immediately. When the sky and the earth change, the clouds are densely covered with wind and thunder, they turn into clouds and mists, which set off high-capped Taoist shirts, and walk forward for a moment, and then clouds and mists lift up their bodies.

The wind and thunder stir up, twist the whiskers with your hands and bounce them as you finger.

"Boom"

The trident-like lightning fell from the sky, like a big hand suppressing the mortal world, and fell in an instant.

The entire Taimiao is a mile radius, and it is suppressed by this earth-shaking sound. Thunder and fire burst out like a volcano erupting, crushing the entire building into powder.

Just like a sand castle on the beach, it was completely destroyed under the crushing of a naughty child.

It's just a greeting.

The rules were like this, and the appetizers before the battle were just for the first time.

If you can't even bear this heavenly thunder method, then the next battle will be meaningless.

"Amitabha."

The low Buddha's name sounded from the thunder abyss rolling like the sea on the ground. The Buddha's words echoed like muffled thunder. In the middle of the swept-out building ruins, the old monk did not even change his movements.

There was thunder rolling around his body, but he remained motionless.

Within thirty feet, if the Pure Land is located, the mortal world is spotless, and the Buddhist regular seal protects the whole body, dispersing all kinds of supernatural beings.

In the words of Duanshan, the Nirvana Temple has been passed down for thousands of years, and we should go to the Pure Land Tathagata Sect a thousand years ago, follow the Buddhist meditation path, obtain the Buddha's fruit, and achieve the great success of the golden body, so that all evil will not be invaded.

That is the effect in front of you. All kinds of magical magic can't hurt the golden body, and it can't even get close to it.

The Buddha's light is full of Buddhist singing, which has a first-class "purification" effect.

"not bad."

The ancestor floated in the sky and saw the old monk below, who tried to take a thunder technique without any harm. He also looked satisfied and nostalgic in his eyes. He commented casually.

The next moment, Yunxia started.

Turn into a magic weapon like Ruyi and hit it gently.

The moment under Ruyi's command, the dragon also swung upwards. The starting posture of the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon Staff was accompanied by Buddha's light, like a fierce punch, sweeping into the sky.

"Clang"

The two sides fought each other and suddenly burst into a harsh and low voice in the air.

The old monk's thunder abyss land was crushed down three feet in one stroke, like the entire earth suddenly sank, like an invisible mountain of Tai.

Only the piece he stood still maintained its original state, like a small island in a sea of ​​thunder.

The island shattered the next moment.

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The old monk stood up and flew away. The earth under his feet could not withstand the backlash, and it was annihilated piece by piece, dragging the old monk like a golden arc and rushed towards the abyss.

He has a profound understanding of Buddhism, but his ability to be a master is still martial arts.

How can we use Buddhist methods to fight against the ancestors now? Since we are a warrior and have also practiced the Buddhist golden body, the strength is ten times and a hundred times, and the great power of the Dragon Staff has also turned into magic, bringing all kinds of martial arts supernatural power.

Of course, you have to fight close combat with this ancestor to have a way to win.

His plans cannot be hidden from the ancestor.

Seeing him flying over, the smoke and clouds in the ancestor's hand changed a little, and the Dao Sword started and gently lifted forward. The energy of the raging waves of the sea slapped Yuanwu in one stroke.

This sword was as heavy as a sea. It broke the move of the Great Powerful Dragon Staff in the moment when it came into contact with Yuanwu.

Brute force is added.

He pressed the old monk who flew into the air back to the ground.

His sword-like action actually had a bit of the meaning of Canghai Sword Art. He was holding an oil-paper umbrella below and holding Zhao Ming's fairy in the mountains in one hand, looking gloomy. Her unique skills were learned from her family.

This ancestor is really not particular!

He is obviously a cultivator, but he doesn't play with immortal arts and Taoism, but he learns the power of a warrior and learns so well.

"But I think it's just a joke."

The Lord of Dingshan stopped watching the battle. He held Zhao Ming, who was pale, and wanted to go to the other side of the imperial city.

She complained:

"Even if you cultivate a golden body, you are only the power of the Martial Lord. It is a great difference from the ancestor. Even if you only wake up three points of your spiritual consciousness now, you will still be beaten up in various ways. What's more, the old monk's golden body is not stable.

The magical emptiness floats on the surface, and the ordinary body cannot be tempered with spiritual energy. If he is the only one, he will die."

"Senior sister, what should I do now?"

Zhao Ming, who was brought in by the Lord of Dingshan, had already pale when he saw the battle of the immortals in front of him. He asked, and the senior sister made the Lord of Dingshan chuckled.

She started at her feet and took Zhao Ming out with a bang.

He said in a playful tone:

"What's your name? You haven't started yet, so I can't afford to call it this title. As for now, just wait now. If the ancestors succeed, you will have to continue to lean over and kneel down and become my vassal of Penglai.

If the ancestor loses, I think it is because this world is not exhausted and there is still the power to breathe."

Speaking of this, Zhishanjun lowered his head and looked at Zhao Ming.

She asked:

"Your Majesty, do you hope that the ancestor will win? Or do you hope that he will lose?"

"Of course I win."

Zhao Ming replied without hesitation.

"Haha, you're really out of salvation."

The Lord of Dianshan whispered, and no longer had any interest in talking to him.

With a swing of his left hand, Zhao Ming was thrown out, but it was not fatal force, but just pushed over.

"I want to protect the dragon energy array eye so that the spiritual energy will not be transformed. I have no time to protect you. You can go by yourself, stay here and cheer for the ancestors. It's all up to you."

The strong and arrogant spirit rolled up Zhao Ming, and under the advice of the Lord of Dingshan, he made him fall lightly into the chaotic crowd outside the Taimiao.

The destruction of the Taimiao has left the imperial city in chaos. The palace guards fled everywhere. Seeing Zhao Ming falling, no one came to help him, but the king was not without protection.

When the golden light spell danced in the distance, causing chaos in the sky, hundreds of warriors of all colors came over from outside the imperial city and rushed towards Zhao Ming.

The king also noticed the group of people.

His face turned pale, thinking that these people in the martial arts world were going to take the opportunity to assassinate, so he stepped back, his feet became weak, and he fell down, feeling very embarrassed.

"Swish"
To be continued...