Between the sea of fire and the stratus clouds.
Jin Long, Shi Jian and Taoist priests fought together in chaos.
The two behemoths just collided and bit each other repeatedly, with a terrifying momentum. The Taoist priest was among them, and his figure inevitably appeared to be extremely small. He kept flying back and forth in the strong wind, although he often dodged the attacks and retaliated in time.
But from a distance, it looks like he is dancing on the tip of the knife, which is extremely thrilling.
Just looking at the dragon picture below makes my face feel numb and my mouth feels dry.
When Li Changan once again emerged from the gap between the two behemoths, Long Tu finally couldn't help but call out.
"Master-uncle?"
"Why are you panicking? How can the divine thunder be released lightly?!"
Even though he said this, Luo Yuqing himself refused to "take it lightly". It was clearly because when he was preparing to strike down the thunder, he suddenly heard Li Changan's voice.
"Sir, wait a minute."
"One hundred thousand fires cannot be rushed!"
"Let me listen to this junior. Although the Corpse Buddha is hidden in the Shi Jian, the specific location is unknown. If the divine thunder is released and the Shi Jian is shot down, but the Corpse Buddha is not hit, the last few seconds will not be wasted.
A divine thunder? Why not let the juniors find out its location and then use the divine thunder."
On the one hand, Luo Yuqing was surprised by Li Changan's control of the wind spirit, and he actually played the trick of "transmitting sounds from thousands of miles"; on the other hand, he was also impressed by his courage. It was not a safe and easy thing to wander in the middle of a fight between two behemoths.
"Are you sure?"
"have."
Li Changan answered without any hesitation, and what he relied on was none other than the "Wind Spirit" lent to him by Luo Yuqing.
What are the characteristics of wind? Is it flowing? Is it howling? Is it rolling over rivers and seas? Is it chasing clouds and fog?
No.
It is omnipresent and pervasive.
As he gradually became familiar with controlling the wind spirit, Li Changan found that he could actually distinguish some vague information contained in the wind.
Previously, it was through the information sent back by the wind that Li Changan noticed Shi Jian's decapitation to survive. He also realized that although the "Qingxiao Divine Thunder" did not knock down Shi Jian, it was not completely useless.
The power has already caused many cracks in Shi Jian's body.
Although it was quickly mended by vines, the remaining gap was enough for the wind to sneak in and help Li Changan discover the true location of the Corpse Buddha.
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about there.
Li Changan squeezed out lightly from the gap between the dragon claw and the jade claw.
He had already figured out the approximate location of the Corpse Buddha.
But the information from the wind was somewhat vague. If you want to be sure, it's best... He stared at Shi Huan's huge body. Those green and hard stones were not ordinary rocks, but were soaked in demonic energy and as hard as jade.
Iron, otherwise it would be impossible to bite the golden dragon to pieces.
It is not easy to break through this "turtle shell".
The Taoist priest's expression suddenly changed, his Taoist robes stirred, and he voluntarily left the battlefield for the first time.
The golden dragon was willing to let go of the Taoist priest so easily, and jumped up to bite him, but Shi Jian grabbed him by the tail and scraped off large pieces of flesh and scale. The pain made its eyes red, and it turned back to fight with Shi Jian again.
However, Li Changan did not stop at all, and rode the wind straight up to Qingming.
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Taoists say: The wind at the top of the sky is called Gangfeng, which can sell gold and break jade, and is the sharpest.
Li Changan stepped on the sea of clouds, carried the blue sky on his back, closed his eyes tightly, concentrated, abandoned all distracting thoughts, and tried to control every ray of wind.
Gradually.
The roar around him became louder and louder, and the sea of clouds under his feet kept making noise.
then.
The whistling sound became more and more harsh, with a faint sound of gold and iron. The air gradually became distorted, and several white lines appeared that circled endlessly around him.
Then, those "wind lines" became denser and more numerous, and finally, under the refraction of sunlight, they appeared like transparent, fine scales, evenly distributed and slowly rotating around them.
Li Changan opened his eyes, leaned down and rushed down into the sea of clouds.
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Luo Yuqing was still annoyed about Li Changan's delay in giving the letter of approval, so he saw the Taoist priest leaving and returning.
But I saw a big hole suddenly opened in the sky.
Li Changan roared down carrying countless scales and wind.
The "wind scales" around it were constantly colliding, squeezing, and rubbing against each other, causing sparks to fly out and become red. Then, it entered the battlefield in an arrogant and unreasonable manner.
In the last second, Long Jun was caught off guard and was thrown away by the blade-like wind.
The next moment, the Taoist priest guided the strong wind, like an awl, and penetrated into Shi Huan's body.
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Whether it was rocks or vines, they were all smashed into pieces by the strong wind.
Er.
The Taoist priest's eyes were empty.
It actually got into a hole in Shi Yuan's body.
He concentrated a lot, only watching a large amount of viscous plasma gather into a huge chrysalis, beating slowly like a heart, and among the blood chrysalis, he could vaguely see a ferocious giant figure with three heads and six arms.
The Taoist priest grinned.
"Got you!"
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On the throne.
The old Taoist opened his beard and hair and threw the token.
"boom!"
White light accompanied by roar penetrated the heaven and earth.
A shock wave visible to the naked eye spread out, scattering thunderclouds, scattering wind and rain, and suppressing the sea of fire.
In just the blink of an eye,
The wind, rain, thunder, fire, and the heavy clouds that hung upside down in the sky all suddenly disappeared, as if the terrifying scene like the nine hells just now was just a dream, leaving only the smoke rising from the blackened Mount Ye, and the light smoke rising from the blackened mountain.
Above the smoke, the golden dragon coiled in the sky, and Shi Jian... a huge hole penetrated its entire body.
On the ground, everyone held their breath.
It's not that they don't want to cheer, it's just that they are afraid that the joy will be in vain again.
However.
Only the cracking sound of "clicking" could be heard, gradually reaching the ears, and gradually becoming denser.
People were pleasantly surprised to find that rocks kept disintegrating from Shi Jian, and the falling rocks became more and more dense. Within a moment, Shi Jian completely disintegrated, like a rain of stones falling on Yeshan Mountain, with waves of thunder falling.
Smoke and dust.
When the smoke and dust settled, they saw a Taoist robe hanging in the sky.
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Li Changan thought for a moment.
Wisps of breeze spread throughout the body, washing away the contaminated dust.
Then, he turned around and faced the golden dragon's huge moves.
It should be said that what the ancients said is true: the wind follows the tiger and the clouds follow the dragon.
In such a short period of time, the Dragon Lord was surrounded by a large amount of clouds. Wandering among them, he looked a bit like the Dragon Lord.
However, he had been fighting with Shi Jian for a long time, and he was already covered in wounds. He was also swept by the Gangfeng controlled by the Taoist priest. Although he was not seriously injured, he was still bloody and looked very embarrassed.
Therefore, there is something evil in the golden dragon's eyes.
But maybe it was due to the fatigue of the fight, maybe it was because he had vented his anger, maybe it was because the divine thunder passed by the tip of his tail, but the Taihu Dragon Lord had regained his senses from his rage, and lost his previous violent and crazy look.
He just took a deep look at the Taoist priest and then slowly disappeared into the clouds.
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Li Changan naturally didn't bother to bother with him.
But he did not rush back to the altar, but fell onto the ruins of Yeshan Thousand Buddha Temple.
The Taoist priest settled on a cliff. There was a collapsed pavilion and a large copper bell next to it that had been burned red by the mountain fire.
Li Changan looked at it for a moment, then suddenly his expression changed and he gave a gesture.
The mountain wind gathers, and Xian obeys its orders.
When the bronze bell was opened, the old monk's body was revealed. However, his clothes had been burned long ago and his body had been forged into golden colored glaze.
Looking at this scene, the Taoist priest certainly knew that this person was the bell ringer at that time.
After carefully placing the golden body of enlightenment, he bowed solemnly, then turned around and took two steps to find what he was really looking for on the ground.
It was some burnt, smelly and blackened dregs, which was crushed into fine ash with a pinch of your hands.
There is no need to use Chonglong Jade. The Taoist priest just raised his head and saw more scum extending all the way into the depths of the ruins.
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Surrounded by broken walls, ruins, charred wood, and rubble... only a broken plaque resting among the ruins, with four large gilt characters on it - the Main Hall, vaguely testifies to its original appearance.
And now in the ruins.
A ball of "coke" is slowly squirming, with specks of burnt and smelly ashes scattered along the way, and it can barely be recognized as having three heads and six arms.
It was the corpse Buddha who was beaten to pieces by the divine thunder and was left to survive.
The cold wind blew away the embers, and the charred wood clicked under the Taoist boots.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer step by step.
Suddenly.
The Corpse Buddha stood up and turned around.
It suddenly revealed a terrifying appearance with a green face and fangs.
However, the Taoist priest did not blink and only responded with a cold sword edge.
Then a ball of coke was seen rolling lightly to the ground.
The three-body Buddha can only be called the two-faced Buddha.
It staggered back, and Li Changan pressed forward with his sword.
Suddenly he turned around again, and saw a charming and charming face that was about to cry. The White Lotus Saint had a picturesque look on her face, and she lightly opened her red lips: "Taoist Priest..."
There was a flash of sword light and the words stopped abruptly.
The beauty's head fell into the ashes of the fire, and instantly turned into a ball of charcoal.
The Corpse Buddha retreated again, and Li Changan approached again.
Until under the plaque, there was finally no way to retreat.
Corpse Buddha turned around again.
This time.
Not a terrifying monster, nor a seductive beauty, but the appearance of a young monk.
"Kong Yan?"
"Amitabha, poor monk..."
"Go well."
Swing the sword and sheath it.
There was only a headless and charred corpse lying under the "Mahatma Hall".
The Taoist priest stood in silence for a long time until there was no more movement. Then he took out the yellow-covered book he carried with him and turned to the page "Corpse Buddha".
The corpse Buddha above is still exquisitely painted and lifelike, but it no longer has the terror of being ready to emerge and seek to devour others.
Li Changan breathed a long sigh of relief. The hand that was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword finally relaxed a little. He raised his eyes and looked around.
The sky was clear and the sunshine was warm. As for the pavilions and pavilions, their white walls and golden roofs were burnt to the ground.
That's it.
He closed the page and was about to turn around and leave. But suddenly some moist air hit his face. He looked up in shock and saw three very thin figures appearing in front of him.
There were three monks, one was an old man with a compassionate face, one was a middle-aged man who was solemn and solemn, and the other was a young man who was elegant and handsome. The three of them all bowed to the Taoist priest with their hands together, and the young monk pointed at the ground and said something, but he could not hear clearly.
, then disappeared into the wind without leaving a trace.
The Taoist priest looked down.
The corpse of the Corpse Buddha disintegrated bit by bit, and was blown up by the mountain wind. It was turned into dust and scattered into the embers all over the mountain, leaving only a black, gray and white mottled relic.Sacrifice wineSay: