The old monk with long eyebrows softly recited the Dharma name and said seriously: "Amitabha, your sect's "Luan Yuan Ice Soul Skill" is so cold and freezing that the sky freezes and the ground freezes when you wave your hand. It is known as the No. 1 mysterious skill in the sea of clouds. This poor monk
I have been fascinated by it for a long time, and I asked the fairy to teach me!"
"It's just a joke, it can't be taken seriously." True Lord Hanluan said bluntly. As soon as he finished speaking, his delicate body burst out with a fierce aura that shot straight into the sky. The temperature within a radius of dozens of miles dropped sharply. Under the scorching sun,
In an instant, pieces of goose feather snowflakes began to float.
"Fairy, please!" Heavy snow suddenly fell all around, and the old monk with long eyebrows still sat cross-legged on the futon, letting the cold snowflakes wet the simple monk's clothes, and said with one hand, performing Buddhist rituals.
"Dharma King, be careful." I saw nearly a hundred ice crystal spears appearing out of thin air around True Lord Hanluan. Each spear was condensed from the extremely cold "Ice Soul Qi". The spear body was filled with cold mist, turning into white awns, like arrows.
Shooting towards the long-browed old monk like rain.
"Buddha's words: motionless as a mountain." The long-browed old monk remained motionless, closed his eyes, and chanted in a low voice with his hands formed in seals. His skinny torso emitted thousands of golden lights, turning into a majestic Buddhist golden bell in the air.<
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The sound of "clicking" continued, and the "rain of arrows" formed by hundreds of ice crystal spears suddenly hit the huge golden bell. The ice spears shattered at the touch of an iron wall, and the spears were like rain.
The golden light on the surface of the giant clock is shining brightly, not even the slightest bit mottled. Instead, against the backdrop of the broken ice in the sky, the golden light becomes more intense and dazzling.
True Lord Hanluan couldn't help but frown slightly. The defense of this Buddhist golden bell was so high. The hundreds of extremely sharp "soul-killing ice spears" he fired had no effect at all. His eyes were filled with sharp light, and his jade hands formed seals, purple.
The Fuling Gate was wide open, and a cold wave suddenly surged, and the flying snow turned into grains of hail.
In an instant, the sky and the earth darkened, a hurricane suddenly arose, and a devastating tornado of ice and snow appeared, carrying fist-sized hailstones. Blade-like ice flakes swallowed the long-browed old monk, with thick ice blades and dots of cold light.
The violent hurricane uprooted the entire forest below. Broken trees, rocks, and dust flew into the sky and howled like a thick black python, rolling and roaring.
I saw the long-browed old monk with a serene face, sitting cross-legged in the eye of the storm with a Buddhist bell on his head. Countless ice blades kept scraping the golden bell, making bursts of penetrating squeaking sounds. The whirlwind brought up broken wood and boulders.
It also kept bombarding the eclipsed golden bell. The giant bell suddenly shook to pieces, and the long-browed old monk was about to be torn apart by the terrifying storm.
"Amitabha, how can you live a long life? The Vajra body is indestructible, so why..." At this time, the old monk with long eyebrows was still unmoved. He closed his eyes slightly and recited Zen in a low voice. All he saw was the dim and pale giant.
Bell, as the long-browed old monk chanted slowly and unhurriedly, the aura became more and more powerful, and simple Sanskrit characters appeared on the surface of the golden bell.
"Dang", a long bell sounded at this time, the sound waves spread and shattered the incoming ice blades, broken wood, and boulders, and the violent hurricane was also stagnant. The wind slowed down and the rocks fell, as if they were about to disperse.
"Hmph", True Lord Hanluan snorted, and the true energy surged out from the Zi Mansion, the hurricane roared, the black python reappeared, the wind howled, and the black whirlwind once again drowned the golden bell.
After a few breaths, along with the Zen words, the bell sounded again, and golden light came out through the wind. It was obvious that the overwhelming hurricane was not enough to crush the Buddhist golden bell of the long-browed old monk.
True Lord Hanluan strengthened the infusion of magic power, and the old monk with long eyebrows also chanted the Zen words more and more urgently. The two sides reached a deadlock for a while. The golden light in the raging storm was bright and dark, but the old monk with long eyebrows blocked it without moving a step.
Defeat all the offensives of Lord Hanluan.
With a sonorous luan call of "Ang", the ice luan at the feet of True Lord Hanluan rushed into the storm, and directed a frost-white "Han Jade Ice Flame" at the golden bell. The ice flame poured on the Buddha bell, and the golden light dimmed instantly.
, the clock face was as frozen as a layer of frost, and it made popping sounds of "click, click" from time to time.
"Maha Kassapa, protect my true form, the dragon Arhat, the Immovable King." The long-browed old monk suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, and after shouting violently, his thin body burst into dazzling golden light, and in an instant
Turned into a dazzling scorching sun.
With a dragon roar of "Ouch", the scorching sun exploded, and the golden light instantly shattered the cold wave hurricane around him. It also dispersed Bingluan's "cold jade ice flame", and the black clouds, ice, snow, and dust that filled the sky were swept away.
, restored the original scenery of clear skies.
When the golden light faded, the appearance of the skinny old monk who was sitting cross-legged changed dramatically, transforming into a tall and fierce golden man with black gold as his skin, red light as his pupils, limbs like pillars, and a strong back and waist.
In his old state, streaks of "coil dragon gold essence" linger around him, and the golden light flashes, just like the Buddhist protector Arhat in ancient mythology.
The most conspicuous thing is the mighty "coiled dragon" hanging on Jin's body. The dragon's head is at the heart, the dragon's body is wrapped around the chest to the back, and the dragon's tail is coiled around the left leg. He stares angrily at the Bingluan in the distance.
Brilliant and majestic, lifelike, like a living thing.
"Hanyu Bingluan" has a noble bloodline. When he saw an illusory "coil dragon" condensed from "Jin Yuan Essence", he dared to provoke him with fierce eyes. He couldn't help but become furious. He let out a harsh luan call and breathed out an even more chilling cry.
"Cold Jade Ice Flame" spurts out.
"Beasts! Don't be arrogant, Prajnaparamita, Great Sun Tathagata Palm!" The old monk who had displayed the "Golden Body of the Dragon Arhat" roared angrily, raised his hand and slapped it.
I saw the golden light palm flying out to face the wind, and in an instant it turned into a terrifying Buddhist golden light Tathagata palm. The golden light palm was actually a bit bigger than the huge "Han Jade Ice Luan", and it was so powerful that it overwhelmed the mountains and seas.
Quickly move toward the "Hanyu Bingluan" seal.
"Bald donkey, how dare you!" True Lord Hanluan saw that the other party turned into a naked golden man. He was so ugly that he actually wanted to kill her "Hanyu Bingluan". He couldn't help but yelled with an angry look on his face,
Then he flew in front of "Hanyu Bingluan", holding a blood-colored ice sword surrounded by frost and mist in his hand.
"Broken!" Lord Hanluan groaned softly, activating the magic weapon "Blood Soul Luan Yuan Sword" with its own sword move "Blood Yuan Hanyue Slash". He waved his hand and slashed out a giant bloody half-moon sword energy. The half-moon sword energy flew out quickly,
After the giant palm of golden light was split into two, the bloody sword energy also automatically dissipated in the air.
True Lord Hanluan made a backhand move and put the "Cold Jade Ice Luan" into the high-level spirit beast bag hanging on his waist. Although the "Han Jade Ice Luan" was an ancient strange beast, it spewed out the "Cold Jade Ice Flame"
It is extremely powerful, but her current opponent is a spiritual infant body cultivator of the same level, with strong combat power. "Han Jade Ice Luan" is only a golden elixir level cultivation level, so it cannot be of much help.
Once he got involved in a fierce battle with the golden monk, he would always be in great danger and distract himself. True Lord Hanluan simply put away the "Hanyu Bingluan".
"It's time for the poor monk to take action, fairy, be careful!" The old monk turned into a dragon and an arhat. His figure stood as tall as an iron tower, and his words were as majestic as the sound of bells. He exuded the fierceness of Buddhism that swallowed up mountains and rivers.
"Stop talking nonsense, just use whatever means you have." Zhenjun Hanluan was not afraid at all. He held the five-foot blood-colored ice sword diagonally across his chest and replied with a frosty face.