The drum sounds were turbulent, like rolling thunder, and the magic weapon made a drum sound, which was more fierce than the previous spells. Jie Ziyong's rainbow flag was also bright and shone on his way up. The sound waves exploded and rushed away the floating clouds, and both sides retreated. △￠

Zhen Toro took the opportunity to shoot out a string of Bodhi seeds, a total of twelve. This was a consumable item. The huge golden light was divided into two groups and attacked Jie Ziyong one after another.

However, when Zhen Toro stopped his tambourine, his body turned into a golden light, and the music sounded and he was about to leave the battlefield.

No, he wants to escape! Jie Ziyong's face was gloomy, Long Qiong Circle took action, no longer caring about the six Bodhis. Anyway, they could not break the defense of the Rainbow Flag and chased Zhen Toro directly.

In the sky, he heard a faint sound of music and the sky fell. Zhen Toro suddenly accelerated. At this moment, a thick lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, interrupting his escape method.

Zhen Toro's escape light paused slightly, floated backwards, and a flash of lightning left a blank. Mo Xian used the Shenxiao Thunder Method and a falling thunder to block Zhen Toro. This obstacle determined Zhen Toro's fate.

The Longqiong Circle behind him had arrived. He screamed, his figure was illusory, but he was still injured by the Longqiong Circle. A mouthful of blood was spurted out of his mouth, and his body sank. Mo Xian below moved, and his body and sword turned into a sword light and soared into the sky.

It’s a pity that Zhen Toro, the deputy leader of the Jinnaro tribe, sprinkled blood on the spot and died at Mo Xian’s hands.

Jie Ziyong was overjoyed when he saw this and said, "Okay! You're so dying! However, his magic weapon should not be based on one square. He seems to be from the Kinna Luo tribe. I wonder who it is?"

"Kinna Luo tribe? I understand, it's not that they blame them for attacking musical sounds as the basis." Mo Xian said, Mo Xian understood that Kinna Luo, in legend, one of the eight heavenly dragons, looks like a human and a god, and is a god of music.

After solving two groups of people who came to assassinate, Mo Xian said: "I don't know how the two factions fight. No matter what, we are going to make the stage, and we have to rely on the seniors."

"Haha, it's easy to say, we will hold our name to suppress the rebellion, go, and start immediately!" Jie Ziyong is a combat madman. He heard that the Demon Sect and the Hall of Yama were fighting, so he wanted to join it earlier.

Mo Xian and Jie Ziyong returned to the prince's mansion.

Now the real fire was fired from the Yama Palace and the Demon Sect. At the beginning, Shi Tian and Yin Jiuyou were still concerned about the city under them. Later, they had already forgotten the residents of the city. The screams of the fourth prince being killed came from the palace. Yin Jiuyou laughed: "Your plan has failed, the fourth prince has been killed! Haha!"

Shi Tian suddenly said angrily: "The Fourth Prince was killed. Can he live?" As he said that, without asking about the stalemate between the two sides, a loud bang, a man walked out of his body and flew towards the palace. He also turned into three heads and six arms. Originally, he had the ability of four eight arms, but he turned into one man, leaving three heads and six arms.

The magic weapons in his hand rushed towards Yin Jiuyou, without asking whether they hurt the city below. The earth, water, fire and wind in the sky roared and rolled over.

Seeing him desperately, Yin Jiuyou shook his body and rushed out of the Nine Nether Dharma Image above his head, which was also three and six arms. Three and three were looking at the past, one looked at the present, and the other, but looked at the future, spanning three times, and lying in all directions. As soon as it appeared, a distant aura immediately enveloped the city, with no good or evil. The head of the past inadvertently looked at the city below. Anyone who was seen by him was stunned, his body suddenly shrank and disappeared into the air, while the houses and streets changed their appearance and rejuvenated their old style.

But what he is looking at now does not seem to change, but at the next moment, it suddenly disappears, and it is not like it does not exist in the world; and what he is looking at now, people age quickly and objects also look older.

Yin Jiuyou's Dharma image was just a casual look. The city below had changed, and hundreds of people disappeared inexplicably. He withdrew his gaze, but looked at Shi Tian. The earth, water, fire and wind had just rolled out. When he looked at the head of the past, he inexplicably rolled back, as if nothing had happened.

Although Shi Tian was in a madness, he formed a three-dimensional seal. He was like a kaleidoscope in front of him, but his eyes were full of gold. Earth, water, fire and wind gushed out from the void, like a huge wave. Whether in the air or on the ground, everything was like sweeping across.

He was desperate. Mo Xian and the monks from the Prince's Mansion saw that in the sky, red fire, white water, blue-black wind, and brown-yellow earth, they rushed towards the ground. Mo Xian was shocked and forced to resist the golden light technique of the earth. His first thought was to escape as far as possible. This was no longer a battle of intention, but like a battle of destruction.

Although it was just a city, Zi Yuan beside him murmured: "Crazy, crazy, can anyone survive in the city?"

Above Jie Ziyong's head, a bang of rainbow flag appeared, and thousands of rainbow lights stacked layer by layer, protecting a place about acres in a blink of an eye.

The whole city became silent for a moment. Everyone stared at the earth, water, fire and wind falling from the sky. Even the lament in the palace was staring at the sky. What fame and fortune, at this moment, he found himself so ridiculous.

Jingli looked at the sky, but she didn't expect that a person appeared in the sky, which was Shi Tian's clone. At first glance, he saw Jingli. There were monks and warriors around him, protecting him to death, but at this moment, his mind was taken away by strange phenomena in the sky. When a golden light came out from the fingertips of Shi Tian's clone, until it shot on Jingli's body, Jingli realized it. But in an instant, the person became very old, and then the flower of life withered.

Ji Man reacted, it was too late. He roared angrily, and it was particularly terrifying in the quiet city. The peach wood sword turned into a purple-red light and rolled straight towards the sky.

Shi Tian looked coldly, and he felt like falling from an ice cave. He raised a finger, and the atmosphere was endless. It seemed that he was no longer a finger. It turned into a peak of Qingtian and knocked on the purple-red sword light. The sword light converged in an instant, and then a purple-red light burst out. The peach wood sword turned into debris, flying all over the sky. Ji Man opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of blood.

The copper coin sword in Zhongkai's hand raised, not to defend against the enemy, but a golden light flashed, sucking him and Ji Man into the eyes of the copper coin, and then a flash of light disappeared.

After Shi Tian finished this, he was too lazy to kill Ji Man. He turned around and stepped into the earth, water, fire and wind, losing his trace.

Only then did the monks realize that various precious lights rose, hoping to survive in the upcoming earth, water, fire and wind.

Ordinary people, watching the earth, water, fire and wind fall like the sky, some people close their eyes and wait for death, some people scream hysterically, everything is in front of absolute power, and they seem powerless.

At this moment, a sing of Brahma sings sounded: "…I heard this, and for a moment, the Buddha lived in the Kingdom of Sabha, but only gave the lonely garden. At that time, the World Honored One told the monks that those who love joy in their form will love joy in their faces, and those who love joy in their faces will not be liberated from sufferings, and those who love joy in their faces will not be liberated from sufferings. Those who love joy in their faces, thinking, acting, and consciousness will not be liberated from sufferings, and those who love joy in their faces will not be liberated from sufferings. Those who do not love joy in their faces, and those who do not love joy in their faces will not be liberated from sufferings. Those who feel, thinking, acting, and consciousness will not be liberated from sufferings. At that time, the monks heard what the Buddha said, and were happy to practice. Impermanence, suffering, emptiness, non-me, correct thinking, and ignorance will be liberated from sufferings. "

With the sound of Sanskrit, a ray of Buddha light was born from the prince's mansion. When Mo Xian looked at it, he saw Zhitong sitting cross-legged on the ground, lowered his eyebrows and folded his palms, and recited the "Agama Sutra". A smell of sandalwood rose from him. Mo Xian suddenly thought of a legend and couldn't help but shout: "The Buddha Light of Sandalwood's merits and virtues!"

The Buddha's light of the sandalwood merit is not so much a kind of vow, but it is a great compassion, and hopes that all sentient beings can be saved without any killing thoughts in their hearts and worship Buddha devoutly. It can only appear once it is magical. It has a magical power, the Buddha's light of the sandalwood merit, which is transformed by the Buddha's light of the sandalwood merit, but it is full of murderous intentions.

Mo Xian shouted. Those who had heard this legend among the monks were moved in an instant. What was amazing is that with wisdom as the center, the Buddha light of the sandalwood merit seemed to transcend time and space. In just one moment, the whole city was filled with magical Buddha light, and the strong smell of sandalwood filled everyone's sense of smell.

As soon as the Buddha's light of the sandalwood merit appeared, all the people in the city immediately calmed down, and seemed to have confidence in their hearts. Many Buddhist children and lay Buddhists recited sutras. Mo Xian felt that the power of thought was not powerful, but the power of thoughts of thousands of people combined together triggered qualitative changes and mobilized the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

It neutralizes the earth, water, fire and wind caused by Shi Tian, ​​not defense, but neutralizes. Among the cultivators, only Mo Xian felt a vague feeling. This is why he was even more sensitive to natural information after opening three thousand acupoints.

He felt a vague feeling of another path, and this feeling was very familiar. He pondered for a moment and thought about it. Last time the prince was plotted by Ji Man, he took back the grass man. He accidentally said beautiful words. He felt very comfortable at that time. He searched for it without success. Today's feeling was the same as that day. He suddenly realized that it was the heart of the human heart and the power of the mind. No wonder Buddhism wants incense. Buddhism practiced on another path, which is different from Taoism.

Based on his own feelings, he was deducing his method in his heart. He didn't know that his doing so was essentially analyzing the Buddhist method and stunning the world when he spoke it out.

After deducing for a while, the secret of the merits of sandalwood and Buddha's light was not analyzed, but a method was obtained, which borrowed the power of incense to condense temporary Dharma appearances, but it was just a manifestation of the falsehood, but it was actually vulnerable.

But Mo Xian was very happy to prove that this method could work. He discovered another method, based on his feelings, could use the spiritual faith in the world. This seemingly small thing made Mo Xian truly transform from a spontaneous practitioner to a conscious practitioner. When other monks regarded the things passed down by the master as a golden rule, Mo Xian took a step forward.
Chapter completed!