Four hundred and thirtieth chapters dream I do not know I am a guest (3)
Loud noises and roars continued, and the mountain collapsed. Sun Suhe's footing was unstable. Before he could struggle, he was wrapped in rocks and sand and fell from the barren mountain. The fire of karma was blazing, and the mountain was already a sea of fire. As the flames puffed out, the huge rocks melted instantly, and the fire of karma melted in an instant.
Passing through, swallowing everything
, burning all his sins, Sun Suhe felt burning pain and unbearable heat all over his body while still in the air, and the flesh on his body had an unpleasant burning smell. With his eyes barely open, he could vaguely see the fragmented barren mountains as if they were bathed in blood, and tongues of bright red flames spewed out.
When it comes, there is no way to avoid it.
If there is any redemption between heaven and earth, it is the huge handprint pressed down mercilessly by the infinite Buddha's light. It was still in the sky just now, but now it seems to be close in front of you, coming hard and fast, as fast as thunder. Just like this, you plunge into the Buddha's light.
Among them, being wiped out in ashes under the huge handprint is better than falling into hell and enduring the pain of being burned by karma. Perhaps this is also a kind of mercy. Sun Suhe couldn't help but have this ridiculous idea in his mind.
But as soon as this thought came up, he was killed by himself. A clear light flashed in Sun Suhe's eyes. Are you going to take my life like this? How can it be so cheap! The green light in his left hand outlines the magic book.
With a wave of his right hand, the staff instantly took shape.
"You laugh at me for learning immortality at a late age. I follow the orders of Longquan, Taishang, Five Thieves, Tiangan, Xuqi, Taibai brings evil and evil, I want to be always peaceful, and my murderous aura is Changhong."
The white rainbow flashed suddenly, and then the colorful Buddha's light crashed into the red karmic fire. The extremely majestic power of the two poles of heaven and earth wiped out everything in an instant. The white rainbow did not stir up any waves and completely disappeared in the impact.
I don’t know how long passed, maybe just a moment, or maybe thousands of years, when the light of Buddha and the fire of karma quietly receded from this world, Master Feng Luan raised his white eyebrows, and saw a figure in the empty void.
Standing in the air, it is intact.
Sun Suhe opened his eyes and looked around, and couldn't help but feel a mixture of joy and sorrow in his heart. The danger just now was extremely dangerous, what a Fengluan Master, he would fall out whenever he said he would, and he would ruthlessly take his life as soon as he made a move. Sun Suhe was trapped in a dream, artificially
Daozu and I are like fish, and he knows very well that there is no way he can withstand such fierceness.
The killing move, but precisely because he was in a dream, now that he had seen through the biggest mystery, Sun Suhe immediately grasped a little spiritual light that pointed directly to the essence. No matter how powerful the Buddha's light industry fire is, it is still an illusion in a dream.
Instead of engaging in a futile death struggle against illusions, it is better to take a risk and try to draw out the fuel from under the cauldron.
Instead of killing people, it's better to kill me.
Sun Suhe decisively sacrificed the White Rainbow Killing Sword before the Buddha's Light Industry Fire. Even though he knew that the dream he was trapped in was mysterious and extraordinary, he drew the sword towards him. Whether it was a blessing or a disaster, the consequences were unpredictable. If he could not kill him with one sword, he would
He really died in reality, this is also
It's very possible, but at the critical moment, he has no choice. In ancient times, Cao Mengde killed someone in his dream, and now I commit suicide in my dream. Ha, it's worth watching. With a smile, white rainbow lightning flashed, and he was killed.
If you are free from all illusions and are pure and unobstructed, then naturally all laws will not invade you.
It's a pity that although he escaped from the fire of Buddha's light, he still couldn't escape from this dreamland. Sun Su Heang looked into the sky and saw Master Feng Luan standing tall, condescending, staring at him expressionlessly, with both front paws raised.
On the chest, they suddenly opened and closed, buckling and touching, not knowing whether they were doing hand seals or making hand gestures.
Sun Suhe couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He had just fought with one move, and he seemed to be calmly resolving it. He was slightly better, but in fact the situation had not improved at all. As long as he did not break free from the dream for a moment, he would still be a turtle in the urn, and the opponent would not
He knew that there were many secret techniques that could be used to summon him calmly, but he was already at the end of his rope. If even the devastating sword attack just now couldn't help him escape from his dream, Sun Suhe really couldn't think of any other way to think of it.
"The so-called poetic talent is the magical power condensed with famous poems handed down from ancient times as the core. Not only does each have its own magic, but it also enjoys the praise of being superior to all Taoist arts under the same conditions."
Sun Suhe recalled what Lu Weishuang said that day when he was talking about his poetic talent, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Hey, I thought that I could rely on the power of "The Song of Thatched Cottage Broken by the Autumn Wind" to bully others into not knowing the magic of it, and to cheat... eh
, no, no, it’s just pretending to bluff people from time to time, and trying to turn disaster into good luck, that’s what I’ve tried many times, but I didn’t expect that one day I would change my position, and be subjected to the Taoist magic performed by others with poetic talent, and the situation would be so embarrassing.
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In the dream, I didn’t know that I was a guest.
Ha, what a good word!
Wait, poetic talent? How about this!
Sun Suhe suddenly swung his staff quickly, and thin ink-colored strands flowed out from the tip of the staff, like misty clouds, flying around him. Sun Suhe felt happy. As soon as he woke up and realized that he was in a dream, he immediately tried to move in the mental space.
The middleman communicated with Brother Mao to ask for his approval.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sense Brother Mao's location at all. Fortunately, Sun Suhe was now able to control some of the power of "The Song of Thatched House Broken by the Autumn Wind" by himself. At this time, he successfully induced it, and he immediately cooperated with the method.
As soon as the formula changed, he chanted:
"A hundred refinings are used to wrap around the finger, to hang down the mysterious silk thread. To trace the three thousand swords in the dust net, to kill the dragon where there is a dragon."
One or two, hundreds of thousands, slender silver-white light traces quietly emerged from the threads of Sun Suhe. The original black short hair suddenly turned into a long silver-white one. It spread and danced automatically without wind. Each light trace was a sword that was swayed freely.
Qi, originating from
Silk, and then faded away, hiding in the invisible, under the careful control of Sun Suhe, passing through the surrounding ink, invisible sword energy and poetic talent, the two forces blended together, turning into a natural and strange move that spread in all directions above the sky and below.
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Master Feng Luan lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, seemingly unmoved. He raised his two furry front paws, opened and closed them in front of his chest, and made the seals in a leisurely manner.
Sun Su He'ang took a deep look at Master Feng Luan, ignored what he was making, and shouted:
"cut!"
Hundreds of ink-colored sword threads quietly emerged from the void, spreading over a hundred meters in radius, slashing randomly regardless of whether they were real or real.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and dragons roar in formations. Whether it is the empty void or the ruins of the barren mountains, there is a shocking crack wherever the sword thread passes. The whole world is like a piece of exquisite glass and porcelain. Under Sun Suhe's sword
It suffered a sudden blow and inevitably began to fall apart.
It was originally just a whimsical attempt, but unexpectedly it had far-reaching effects. At the same time, the dark clouds lingering around Sun Suhe suddenly rolled violently, and the power of his poetic talent continued to increase, and in an instant he was about to emerge.
What Sun Suhe can control
Limit, Sun Suhe was shocked, this is... But at this time, he couldn't allow him to think about it. Whether he could escape from the dreamland depended on this one shot. Sun Suhe simply allowed his poetic talent to surge, and in conjunction with it, he used the Silk Sword.
It moved to the extreme and wanted to cut the entire world to pieces.
Master Feng Luan's expression remained unchanged, but a big furry tail stood up high. Obviously he could no longer remain indifferent. A river of water rushed from the sky like a wandering dragon, and the waves surged, swallowing him up in the blink of an eye.
The overwhelming force rushed towards Sun Suhe. Sun Suhe knew how powerful he was, and immediately pointed his staff directly, using all his thousands of sword threads to face the enemy head-on.
The rapids swallowed up everything, and the sword silk cut off a heavy wave, followed by thousands of more weights, involuntarily wrapping up everything in front of it, rushing to nowhere. Sun and Su felt great difficulty when they united, and the soft sword with hanging silk was quickly consumed.
, forcing him to switch from offense to defense, gather the sword thread, mix it with the roiling ink with the same momentum, and try his best to isolate the river water from outside him.
Just when Sun Suhe was almost unable to hold on anymore, the river water suddenly retreated silently. Sun Suhe frowned and found that he was suddenly back in the ancient teahouse of green bamboo and yellow mud.
Master Feng Luan still sat in his original position, clasped his palms together, recited the name Namo Amitabha, and said with kind eyes: "Mr. Su He, can you please put aside your anger for a moment and listen to the words of the foolish monk?"
Sun Suhe didn't expect Master Feng Luan to suddenly say something like this, but he didn't want to pay attention to it. He sneered and was about to activate the soft silk sword and follow the same pattern, making a random slash first.
But as soon as the staff was lifted, a feeling of weakness that penetrated my soul emerged spontaneously. It seemed that even in a dream, using Taoism randomly like just now was not without cost, not to mention that in reality, I had already
The oil has run out and the lamp has dried up. Sun Suhe secretly
Sighing, fortunately, the ink-colored clouds transformed by his poetic talent lost the stimulation of the outside world and gradually calmed down. Sun Suhe then calmed down, surrounded his body with floating clouds, and took a strict defensive position, looking at Master Feng Luan coldly,
Let's see what tricks he gets up to.
I saw Master Feng Luan straightening his cassock, straightening his posture, and said solemnly: "Mr. Su He, the foolish monk can now conclude that the four unfortunate victims of Yin Yang Province definitely did not die under your sword."