In the Eight Trigrams Formation of Yueming Fantasy Land, the old monk Guangzhen temporarily stopped his hand and smiled softly: "Chang Wanzhen, your helping hand this time seems to be quite good. This formation method has some skills."
Chang Wanzhen, the butcher and Rich Shen all hid in the darkness and did not dare to speak for a while.
Zhao Ran put on the Lihuo Dharma God's robe, walked over, threw two Zhuhuo Lingguo each, and then gestured to them one by one to quickly swallow them.
Butcher and Rich Shen both shook their heads at Zhao Ran and Cheng Zhicheng and sighed in silence.
Zhao Ran understood their thoughts very well. This old monk seemed to be very powerful. In addition, he and Cheng Zhicheng might not be able to defeat him. He just bumped into him in a daze. What else could he say? He could only hold on for now.
The scalp is on.
Chang Wanzhen didn't see that it was Zhao Ran. Seven years later, he had not changed much, but Zhao Ran had changed a lot. Now he was wearing the robe of Lihuo Dharma God. For a while, he couldn't see clearly and just thought he was a butcher.
and the helpers called by Rich Master Shen.
There was no time to recognize each other at this moment. After nodding to each other, Zhao Ran quickly told the four of them the secret of the magic circle - three from the left, two above, which is the deflection direction of the fighting technique after taking action.
The four of them nodded and drank the Zhuhuo Lingguo. Chang Wanzhen took the first step after his magic power recovered. He merged with the flying sword and slashed at the old monk Guangzhen.
The old monk Guangzhen was walking around in the darkness, looking around for the holes of the magic circle, when he suddenly saw an extremely bright sword light slashing through the darkness, and he suddenly felt refreshed.
Don’t be afraid of the enemy coming, just be afraid of the enemy hiding!
The old monk Guangzhen clasped his hands together and recited a mantra, and the phaseless water barrier appeared again, filling the air around him. During the slight shaking, the entire Yue Ming Illusion Land Bagua Array seemed to be shaking.
When Zhao Ran was peeping outside just now, he felt the mystery of the old monk's skills. Now when he faced the enemy in person, he realized how powerful the old monk really was. When he thought about it casually, his Moon Ming Illusion Formation became a little unstable.
Got it!
Injecting all his magic power into the compass in his hand, Zhao Ran tried his best to stabilize the operation of the magic circle. Zhao Ran shouted: "It's so powerful! What state?"
The butcher and rich master Shen, who stepped forward to attack the old monk Xuansheng from both sides, replied: "The peak of the Arhat realm, the Taoist friend in black said so."
Zhao Ran, a Buddhist expert in the Arhat realm, has seen this before. When he and Pei Zhongze were hunted down by monks from various temples at the foot of Bayan Har Mountain, he met an old monk from the Arhat realm more than once on the road. However, it was also a coincidence at that time.
They finally escaped, but none of them seemed to be as powerful as the one in front of them.
Zhao Ran focused his whole body and mind on stabilizing the Eight Diagrams Formation in the Moon Ming Illusion Realm. Chang Wanzhen, Cheng Zhicheng, Butcher and Shen Caizhu were fighting with the old monk Guangzhen. Among them, Chang Wanzhen was the leader, and Cheng Zhicheng, who was in the mage realm, was fighting.
As a supplement, the butcher and Mr. Shen assisted.
Although Chang Wanzhen was seriously injured, after taking the Zhuhuo Lingguo, his magic power recovered somewhat, and he used his famous stunt again, integrating his body and sword to attack the old monk Guangzhen.
The sword light passed through the phaseless water barrier set up by the old monk Guangzhen. The old monk smiled and flicked his fingers. A cluster of ripples exploded in the water barrier that Chang Wanzhen was facing, causing ripples like raindrops.
Chang Wanzhen grunted, and the sword light did not change its direction, passing through the phaseless water barrier and slashing towards an empty place beside the old monk Guangzhen.
The old monk Guangzhen said "Huh" and was greatly surprised. All the raindrops and ripples in his formless water barrier should have splashed on Chang Wanzhen, but in the end only a few drops hit, and most of them missed.
It's really weird and tight.
It was too late to say it, but it was so fast. The old monk Guangzhen had just changed his mind, and Chang Wanzhen's sword had already struck him. The old monk wanted to stagger his feet to dodge, but when he looked at the direction of Chang Wanzhen's sword, he actually missed it.
He was far away and did not move again, letting Chang Wanzhen slash past him. He thought to himself that Chang's accuracy was so bad that he was probably at the end of his strength, so he had to strike more lightly to avoid his death.
Crossover.
However, there was a sudden sharp pain in his waist and ribs. Chang Wanzhen's sword light directly opened a large hole in his waist, and blood immediately spilled all over the floor!
The old monk Guangzhen was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself: What is the truth? He tapped several key points with his parallel fingers to stop the bleeding. He did not dare to be careless again and recited the mantra of the Golden Body: "Nanbi Sanmanduo"
Hatama..."
While chanting, golden light flashes all over the body, and the body appears!
Chang Wanzhen, who hit the target with one strike, cried out regret. It was also the first time he struck in Zhao Ran's Yueming Fantasy Land Bagua Formation. His perception of the direction was slightly off, which is why the sword light was off. Otherwise, the sword would have penetrated directly.
Guangzhen chest, all problems are solved!
The old monk Guangzhen had just revealed his golden body and wanted to pursue Chang Wanzhen in the direction in which he had fled. Leng Buding had a goose feather fan appear beside him, blowing out streams of strong winds and blowing wildly around him.
The strong wind blew against the formless water barrier, and it immediately dissipated invisible. With a thought in the mind of the old monk Guangzhen, the formless water barrier rolled back the goose feather feather, but it missed by a hair's breadth.
At this time, another golden ingot was seen with great brilliance, and it was thrown towards the old monk Guangzhen. The old monk saw that the direction of the gold ingot was strangely deviated, and he was waiting to be "still as motionless as a mountain", but suddenly remembered what he had just experienced, and he suddenly thought
Frightened, he staggered a few steps to the side. Sure enough, he saw the gold ingot suddenly appear in the position where he was standing just now, making a deep hole in the ground.
The old monk Guangzhen immediately realized that there was something strange about this array! It should be an illusory array that can distort the direction?
A melodious flute sound sounded and spread leisurely throughout the array. The wound where Guangzhen had just been slashed by Chang Wanzhen began to bleed again. As the sound of the flute became louder and faster, the bleeding from the wound also became faster and faster.
The faster.
Guangzhen praised softly: "You play the flute very well!" He lowered his head and clasped his hands together, and murmured in his mouth. A series of sutras came out of his mouth, gradually resounding through the sky, completely covering up the sound of the flute.
"Namo Bodhisattva, Namo Bodhisattva, Namo Sangaya, Namo Sakyamuni Buddha, Namo Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, Namo Pu'an Patriarch Bodhisattva, Namo Million Fire-headed Vajra King Bodhisattva...
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Along with the Buddha's head mantra, there is a layer of wonderful spiritual sounds lingering in it and chanting: "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, walking in the deep paramita for a long time, saw that the five aggregates are empty, and endured all the hardships. Relics, color is not
Different emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, feelings, thoughts, and consciousness are also like this..."
This layer of wonderful spiritual sounds gradually grew louder, and in turn suppressed the Buddha's head mantra. It was like thousands of people chanting in unison, reverberating in everyone's ears.
The sound of Sanskrit chants resounded through the sky, suppressing the sound of Cheng Zhicheng's cave flute to almost nothing. He was still playing, but all he could see was clasping his fingers to breathe, but no sound was heard. After a moment, he suddenly coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood.
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With his cultivation as a Golden elixir master, he couldn't stop Guangzhen from singing Sanskrit!
Cheng Zhi couldn't bear the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and once again pumped up his true energy, he changed the song. The murderous flavor in the song was extremely strong, making people tremble when they heard it. As the flute sounded again, sharp sword auras appeared in the air.
, these thousands of sword energy came to the head of the old monk Guangzhen in an instant, gathered into a thick-backed silver sword about ten feet long, and suddenly slashed down!
The golden body of the old monk Guangzhen appeared with great brilliance. He raised his hands upward and caught the falling thick-backed silver knife out of thin air. The silver knife slashed hard, but could not move no matter what.
Chang Wanzhen saw the right moment in the darkness, and once again united his body and sword, the sword light was swift and unparalleled, and he stabbed straight through!