Yizhen Master Tai contains the "Brahma Lanma Supreme Heart Sutra" to protect the spiritual power of the whole body. At the same time, both palms are turned outwards, and the seals slowly and softly come out.

This feeling is like an insignificant little fish surrounded by the vast ocean, just holding its breath to defend its only remaining small area. If you give up breathing, you will face two possibilities, the first is suffocation and death

, and the second is that all spiritual defense lines are instantly broken by the power of color with every breath.

Yizhen gritted his teeth and recited the formula of the Heart Sutra: "Om Da Li Du Da Li Du Li Mama Ayubuni Jana Bu Zhen Guru Suo #ha."

The golden Buddha pill popped up from the seal in her hand, and the Buddha pill burst open in the chest. From the Buddha pill, a statue wearing a golden crown was formed, with a body as white as the moon. The palm of her left hand made a fearless seal, and her feet stood on the lotus moon wheel.

How solemn and peaceful.

As Master Yizhen said the word "break", White Tara suddenly opened her eyes, and golden eyes lit up in the soles of her feet, palms, and forehead, and golden light burst out from these seven eyes.

Quickly collide with the power of color.

The spiritual power of Zen Buddhism from two different factions actually competed for a moment, which made everyone around them look at each other sideways. It was really eye-opening.

Venerable Dulong was not to be outdone. He was so angry that he had long forgotten the mercy of our Buddha. He once again blessed the power of color in the Yingluo Scroll.

He kept reciting some mantra silently in his mouth, so fast, his ears and earlobes trembled, as if he was listening carefully to something, and his nostrils were flaring. He used all his strength to mobilize all the organs in his body, allowing the organs to summon the invisible and ordinary power around him.

It quickly transformed into the spiritual power he needed, making his power of color more and more powerful.

"Dhyana, Pure Foolish Samadhi, Samadhi, Samadhi."

Venerable Dulong, who was thinking of killing, was almost crazy. He once again took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He opened his ruthless eyes and read out loud the true secret of the first Bodhi scroll.

At that moment, countless golden circles of light emerged from his body one after another, forming an overwhelming amount of golden light particles. These light particles with the word "swastika" followed closely with the power of the color Yun, shattering Master Yizhen's seal.

Line of defense.

The face of Jiuyou Pluto King changed color, and he immediately shouted to stop her: "Dulong, you have to save her life, otherwise how will I explain to Tang Yilin..."

This subtle emotion

The changes made Shu Qing and Xiao Yinyin realize something, but Jiuyou Pluto King did not withdraw his hand, and was still struggling with her and the two of them, making them unable to escape to help their master. They couldn't help saying worriedly in unison: "Master...

..”

The power of color, which was about ten feet high, surged in like a flood. Seeing this moment of life and death, a gray figure suddenly flashed in front of Master Yizhen like a bolt of lightning.

The gray-white young man was so calm, as if he was ignoring the crisis at hand. He closed his eyes calmly and recited the Zen mantra silently: "Zen concentration, pure foolish samadhi, samadhi, samadhi."

Such a familiar mantra was recited by this young man named Ge Yin. He clasped his hands together and crossed his legs in the air. The golden stream of light burst out from his body in an instant, and rows and rows of "swastika" characters were piled up.

The defensive light wall turned into a golden bell shield protecting Ge Yin and Master Yizhen Taiyi in a swirling light speed change.

"Dong dong..."

The unstoppable force of color is violently hitting the golden bell, and the crisp sound is heart-wrenching.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, the golden bell mask of the earthworm wearing a basin completely surrendered.

So, what should happen to that gray young man Ge Yin who sacrificed his life to protect others?

Should I be completely submerged in this powerful torrent of color, or should I break into pieces and face the storm that is approaching?

Sacrifice oneself...sacrifice oneself...relics...

"Amitabha....."

What a solemn and compassionate Buddha's trumpet sounded, and the black agate Buddha beads clanked to the ground due to broken chains, rubbing against the white jade bricks, emitting a song and tearful string music.

The nun whose common name was Tang Yizhen, who was dressed in navy robes, actually chose to sacrifice all she had to sacrifice the true energy and Zen power sealed in the relics inside her body. This was a precious treasure that had been cultivated for seventy years.

If she chooses to give up, it means that she will return to her original form, from a half-Buddha body to a mortal body, and her cultivation will start all over again.

The dazzling relic blooms with infinite power. This power is peaceful and beautiful, and it gently dissolves the menacing torrent of color in an instant.

"Teacher..."

Ge Yin couldn't believe that Master Yizhen, whom he wanted to protect, actually contributed his Zen power to protect him at a time of life and death.

Seeing the half-Buddha body crashing to the ground, his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Before the excited Ge Yin had time to catch the mortal body of Master Yizhen, the crisis was approaching them again.

Before Venerable Dulong could see the situation clearly, he struck again with a wave of his sleeves. Ge Yin did not recover, and the palm hit him hard on the back, and a mouthful of blood sprayed all over the ground.

Holding the Langya Fairy Sword, Hu Liqin rushed out of the encirclement of the ghost disciples, held the sword to protect Ge Yin's side, turned around and said worriedly: "Guanting, are you okay..."

Ge Yin was protected by the Qiankun Stone. No ordinary person could withstand this sudden palm. A heartbreaking pain came from his back, making it difficult for him to get up. He squatted on the ground, secretly mobilizing the spiritual power of Qiankun and Dazhi Zen.

The best spiritual power can relieve physical pain.

At this time, Shu Qing and Xiao Yinyin were finally able to escape and return to Master Yizhen's side. The remaining female disciples of Fanyin Palace, dragging their wounds, were holding swords to protect Master Yizhen's side, as if they were ready to face death.

The preparation for a sudden return home.

"What a great Yizhen. You actually gave up your seventy years of cultivation just to protect this kid who has nothing to do with you. Could it be that he is your illegitimate son." Venerable Dulong finally stopped and looked at him with one eye.

Everyone shrank slightly and sneered.

Master Yizhen was already extremely weak after her true energy had dissipated. She collapsed to the ground. Even though she couldn't move her whole body, she stared at Lord Dulong fiercely with a pair of hateful eyes, wishing to tear apart his flesh piece by piece with her eyes.

He scraped it off and spat out weakly: "Shameless evil monk, you are in vain to be a Buddhist disciple."

The mysterious masked man who had been watching the show for a long time said calmly: "Dulong, now that you have abolished Yizhen's technique, the Fanyin Palace will no longer be able to threaten the restoration of our sect. Why do you need to talk so fast with this useless person?"

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Venerable Dulong respected the masked man very much. He turned his head and nodded slightly, but when he turned his head, he showed a very cruel look and said sternly: "I would like to reiterate that I am here only for my master's relics. As long as I hand over those

Two volumes of scriptures, and promise that your Fanyin Palace will not go against our Jinghuo Sect from now on, then we will promise not to make trouble with your sect again, otherwise the thousand-year-old temple will be destroyed in one go... Who can afford it...
Chapter completed!