Yun Weisi took action.

With his sword technique, Chunchao's sword was divided into three ways, and it could be swept towards Zhou!

The sword light is like a rainbow, the cast force is like lightning, like an arrow leaving the string, unstoppable.

He did not kill Zhou Ke, but cut off the iron chains that bound Zhou Ke.

However, the sword light hovered when it was about three feet away from the circumference!

A moment later, the sword light was swallowed by an invisible barrier, but the original body of Chunchao sword was withdrawn in time because Yun Weisi saw the opportunity and returned to his hands.

At the same time, Yun Weisi and Ming, both front, back, left and right, were pressed close to each other by eight powerful forces, and the golden light was dazzling and dazzling.

Ming looked around and saw eight pressures gradually taking shape and turning into Chun Chi's appearance.

However, these eight "spring" bodies are all translucent, and if there is something and nothing, it seems to dissipate at any time.

Ming was a little shocked and then covered it up.

"Taoism has always had the method of transforming one qi into the three purity. Many people can be refined into one purity for a lifetime. It is already amazing. Before the Buddha's head in Chunchi, he has reached the state of endless incarnation. It is indeed extraordinary!"

His face was spilled, but his heart was sinking a little bit.

It is probably even more difficult to win today. I thought that they and the Ghost King could even make holes in the Buddha's land, but it seems that the Buddha's land is hidden deeper than they look like.

Chunchi's cultivation is at least not inferior to the Grandmaster.

There are thousands of ghosts outside, disasters and chaos in the capital, traps inside, and thousands of incarnations. The land of the lotus Buddha can tempt them here, and they must be fully prepared.

While thinking, the lightning and fire, the eight incarnations had taken action at the same time, and the Buddha seal turned into golden light, which was emitted at the same time as the Buddha voice in Chunchi's mouth.

"Om!"

When the first syllable was emitted, layers of pagodas fell from the sky with golden light, and golden silk and silver threads were colorful and colorful, with brilliant light, hitting Ming's head heavily, imprisoning him and unable to move.

If you look closely around the pagoda, there are the characters "Om" in the six-character scriptures, stacked layer by layer and rotate slowly. The scriptures and the pagoda shine brightly, reflecting each other, carrying the supreme power, making Mingru with tens of millions of chains, which made him breathless and almost suffocated.

He opened his mouth slightly, but could not make a sound. Even if he silently recited the sword technique in his heart, it would be like being locked by invisible power, trapping the consciousness so tightly that it was not airtight.

The pagoda began to shrink, and the golden light seemed to have a substance, tying around the body little by little, and blood even began to seep under the clothes.

The bright color is very calm, as if it is trapped and suffering, and has nothing to do with it.

The golden light became tighter and tighter, and even the shape of the flesh was slimming under the clothes. Chunchi turned into a color and his fingers slightly drew, and a lotus fell to the top of the pagoda, and the golden light exploded!

The trapped body also scattered and shattered!

No, I didn’t feel Jiu Ming’s death. Has he also cultivated into an incarnation?

As soon as his thoughts arose, he realized that there were more behind him.

It's bright!

Sword light, the overwhelming sword light.

It wields the purple aura that soars into the sky and dispels the strange evil of the six communes.

The brilliance of the pagoda was suppressed for a moment, and once the Four Non-Swords were released, no one in the four fields could compete with it.

"Not an incarnation."

It seemed that Chunchi's incarnation was puzzled, and Ming took the initiative to solve his doubts.

"I don't have the opportunity to be the first master Chunchi, so I can't cultivate these thousands of incarnations, but the art of controlling objects and transformation has reached the realm of transformation and can be easily picked up. Why don't I come and see today? Is it a strong incarnation or my puppet technique? "

“That’s great.”

After the words came, Chunchi turned into one, hanging in the air, his eyes slightly closed, and his hands pinched out extremely complex handprints. His palms turned over like flowers blooming and falling, and lotus petals bloomed with them. The Buddha's light was holy and inviolable.

This extremely dazzling and beautiful golden lotus brings endless pressure to Ming. The lotus is getting bigger and bigger, just like the pagoda that has risen slowly, circling above Ming's head, sprinkling golden light. From a distance, Ming is like bathing in the Buddha's light.

Those who recite scriptures are peaceful and peaceful, while those who recite scriptures have no desires or demands. Onlookers see that this is an image of the devout sutras and belief in Buddhism mentioned in Buddhist scriptures. However, only in your body can you find that the struggle between the two is a surging tide hidden under the calm water. A little collision between the reef and the whirlpool may drag into a place that will never be restored.

The pressure of the lotus transforms into an endless illusion world, trapping the body and mind and consciousness layer by layer, which is better than the Tsai Pagoda. If the Tsai Pagoda is just an appetizer before the meal, then the hard dishes will really start to be served at this moment.

Ming only felt that he was in the realm of immortals and Buddhas. He had golden lotus all over his body, and his light was filled with colorful lights. Buddha banners were floating, and scriptures flowed silently in the void. All things could not be seen in the eyes. The color was empty. The center was the Buddhist master Xutianzang Buddha. Looking closely, it was Chun Chi. His eyes were closed, his thumb and middle finger were pinched together with his left hand, touching the palm of his left hand, and then the five fingers of his left hand were stacked one by one, half covering his right hand.

This is an extremely secret and complex magic trick in Buddhism. Those who pass on the great cultivation practice can obtain a body that is not damaged by gold and light, without swords and guns, and without water and fire. All evil heretics cannot be avoided from entering. The mind is like glass, and the inside and outside are clear. It is already a great perfect state. What you see is the only way to bow down and receive teachings, worship the body and mind, and be forgiven by the Buddha. Turning back is the shore.

It was under this magic trick that the second word in the six-character mantra had been released.

"Well!"

In just one word, the sound of Buddha was urging him to hide, like a lion's roar, and all the beasts were frightened by it.

As the lotus trembled, the petals fell down and hit the top of Ming's head, like a mountain collapsed, unstoppable.

Ming's spiritual power barrier was cracked inch at a speed visible to the naked eye. The petals pressed down further, and it was about to hit the body.

The petals as light as feathers are actually heavier than rocks, and they will be killed in an instant.

At this time, Ming raised his hand and made an action.

He gently brushed his head as if he was brushing off the fallen leaves above his head.

A small amount of effort is achieved.

The petals were all brushed away and floated towards the spring.

The scenery of the sky, from the spring warmth and flowers blooming, also turned into ice and snow with his blinking.

The strong wind blew, and the snowflakes were rolling towards the second.

One contract and one release, one counter-defense and one attack, the two are considered to have a fight twice.

Both times Chunchi took action, one was asked to use the puppet transformation technique to resolve it, and the other was the overlapping of Ming with a new illusion, which in turn made Chunchi fall into the test.

Chunchi is not surprised.

If he is easily defeated in front of him, then he is not worthy of being called Jiuming.

Because the four words Jiuming once represented the most powerful existence in the world.

He has outstanding knowledge and extensive knowledge of the sects, and has also entered Buddhism in order to study the methods of Buddhist practice. Although such behaviors are despised in Buddhism, Chunchi has never looked down on Jiu Ming like Jiang Li, the sect leader of the Wanjian Immortal Sect.

In his opinion, Jiu Ming is an extremely difficult opponent. Decades ago, he failed the Liuhe Zhutian Formation with one force. Even if he didn't understand the truth, he could still be resurrected from the dead and make a life out of the underworld. Jiu Ming is currently perhaps even worse than his cultivation decades ago, but since he can return to a lifetime of death, he may not be able to break through the obstacles and go to the next level in time.

He felt that he might be able to understand the mystery that has not been solved through today's battle.

The wind and snow were thundering, and the monk Chunchi robe rolled in the air. He remained motionless, his eyes closed and thought to himself, and soon golden light appeared all over his body.

The golden light spreads like ripples, accompanied by the sound of wooden fish. Every time it sounds, the wind and snow are weaker. Until the ninth time, the heavy snow has stopped, and only the wind is still whistling, but it gradually slows down. Seeing that there is a golden light by the clouds, reflecting the sky, the sunlight is about to come out, the wind and snow are about to stop, Ming smiles slightly and whispers in his sleeves.

"Come on the sword!"

"Woolen cloth!"

Almost at the same time, two imperial edicts were issued!

The four swords and swords were dazzling, and the sky above the two heads also dissipated with the dark clouds.

There was no sunlight behind the clouds, but thousands of Buddha lights, so they were blocked by the Four No Swords. When two powerful spiritual powers faced each other, no one would give in.

The more Buddha light is, the more sword light becomes.

The eight wilderness clouds and lonely winds gather together, and the wind and clouds meet, endless. In an instant, the true energy of heaven and earth is intertwined, and evil is compatible, showing signs of tearing and blending.

Only at this moment is to break through the barrier of Nine Mings!

"Boom!"

"Mi!"

"Hum!"

Chunchi actually recited the last three notes of the mantra one after another, one more note than another, and one more note, and there was a sign of taking advantage of the opportunity to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

...

As the Buddha's voice grew higher, Zhou Ke, who was bound in the iron chain, tried his best to endure it, his face still showed pain.

Blood marks began to appear around him, as if there were swords, one by one, scattering on his body.

These blood marks not only fell on the flesh|| body, but also whipped deep in the sea of ​​consciousness. Zhou Ke's spiritual power has been tortured and weakened in these days. Now each of these invisible swords is engraved on the wound of consciousness, which makes him extremely painful. He wishes he could die immediately and no longer have to endure endless pain.

But deep down, there was still a spirit that kept him going, so that he could not die.

A dignified master, the leader of the Blood Sect, and his disciples must not die in such humiliating ways.

Otherwise, when you mention him and Jiuming in the future, you will only sigh lightly—

Oh, Zhou Ke, then the leader of the Blood Sect was not dead at the hands of Buddhism in the end. No matter how much the Ming Demon Cultivator practiced, he could not get out of the palm of the Buddhist Cultivator.

He is unwilling to give up!

Who is worse than the demon cultivator? Even if it is just to prove it to him, let him know that he has not taken the wrong path...

He did not go wrong!

Blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.

The scars cracked from the skin, winding and twisting, appearing on the exposed skin such as the neck, arms, etc., which is shocking and terrifying.

Zhou Ke opened his eyes in a daze, as if he saw someone walking towards him and stretching out his hand to him.

Go to bed, as long as you fall asleep, you can forget everything and solve the problem.

There will be no more pain and torture, no more troubles and worries.

In the dream, he is still the leader of the first sect of the demon cultivator, looking down on all living beings and doing whatever he wants.

Zhou can breathe, struggling between charm and reality.

He blinked with difficulty, and in his sight of sweat mixed with blood, he seemed to see Ming and Chunchi's tense battle. Ming even felt distracted and looked at him.

Zhou Ke barely pulled the corner of his mouth, thinking that he was afraid that he would have hallucinations.

He let that come over, how could he come over to die?

He is his most annoying apprentice.

...

The Four Non-Swords are better.

With just one breath, Ming can end the showdown with Chunchi.

But he has to face a more difficult choice.
Chapter completed!