The old man grinding the mirror is Wang Fu. This conclusion is so shocking.
Sravaka recalled the past, he was born in a medium-sized ghost tribe, and he had done many stupid things in his early years that he thought were honorable.
He joined several young and vigorous ghosts in the ghost tribe, became sworn sworn disciples known as the "Eight Ghosts", and dug ancient tombs everywhere in search of treasures.
Suddenly, I bumped into an iron plate and accidentally found a tomb of the owner.
As a result, the eight ghosts disappeared that time, leaving him alone.
Many years later, he has become the mountain god of Gushan and searches for the past to find out who is hiding deep in the ancient tomb.
As a result, there is all kinds of confusing information and no accurate results.
There is a theory among them that it is the old man Mo Jing who has lived in seclusion for thousands of years.
The characters and times don't match up. At that time, Wang Fu's ancestor wasn't born yet?
"Yang Xianren, do you have any evidence?"
Immortal Yang Yang shook his head, "It's strange that Wang Fu's plan allows you to find evidence in advance, but if you wait, it will be made public." Shengwentian stopped asking any more questions and recalled the impressive scene in the past. In the ancient tomb, it was dark.
The sun is not visible, but it is bright, as if the sun and moon had cut a piece from the sky and hidden it inside.
Now that I think about it, the outline at the end of the light source looks like a mirror.
"ah!"
Another battle in the Twenty-one Secret Realm Heavenly Battlefield has come to an end.
Master Gao Tianshi, who was a son of luck, was caught off guard and was hit in the eye socket with an iron awl by the monk from the opposite side. His skull was fractured and he died on the spot.
After a while, the dead body was dragged aside and placed.
"Even Master Yuan Jingtian is dead."
Lord Huo Feng lamented and shook his head, "How can there be so many unknown strong men in the Sangha? The situation is not good for us."
As the battle continued, the top combat power of the Sons of Destiny was not enough, and Gao Tianshi fell one after another.
On the other hand, under the unfaithful men, strong men emerge one after another and win more and more games.
The sons of destiny are all practitioners, but the Sangha is not jealous of others and accepts anyone who comes to seek refuge. Correspondingly, the number of strong people is greater, and the quality is more uneven.
"We can't go on like this."
Mingshan said to his sister Hua Ling, "It's your turn and my turn."
The two of them walked to the front and directly challenged the person without hair, "The person without hair, dare to win or lose with one move,"
"Why not?"
Wufa also walked into the arena, looking past the Shanhua siblings and landing on the many practitioners behind them.
"You two have this idea. If you do less killing, your merits will be immeasurable in the future."
Finally, the last moment has come, and this battle will determine the rise and fall of the two major forces, the Wufa and the Sons of Destiny.
The children of luck, a man and a woman, coincide with the natural way of heaven, the balance of yin and yang, and the natural infinite luck.
As for Wufa, he transcends tradition and proposes the concept of a Buddha who transcends immortals and gods. He has many strong men under his command.
All members of both parties involved are waiting to see who wins and who loses, who loses and who wins.
"Wufa, we are not going to fight with you this time, but with your fundamentals."
Mingshan could clearly see that all the methods of the Sangha came from the Wufa people. The techniques and supernatural powers were novel and varied. This was the advantage of Buddhism. Based on this, it can be inferred that the Wufa people would be even more powerful.
Therefore, the two of them do not compete for skills or mana, but for capital.
What is capital? Luck, qualifications and trump cards are all part of capital.
"That's just right." Wufa didn't refuse and readily agreed.
Mingshan and Hua Ling looked at each other, clasped their hands, and lotus flowers and mountain shadows rose behind them. In an instant, the entire battlefield was shrouded under the canopy of mountain flowers coexisting, and the momentum rushed towards them.
But if you look closely, there seems to be something disharmonious about those lotus flowers.
The old man grinding the mirror lowered his head and looked at the mirror. The reflected lotus flower had a faint black air on the surface.
"Is Nirvana ghostly?"
At the beginning, the flower spirit swallowed the remaining immortal ghost nature of the Nirvana ghost. Although it made rapid progress, it also laid hidden dangers.
He could see this, and so could the person opposite him.
"There is no reason for suffering in the sea, why not turn back as soon as possible?"
The hairless man sighed slightly, clasped his hands together, and actually threw himself into the shadow of the mountain, stepping towards the lotus with his bare feet.
"Well done, you're looking for death."
The flower spirit's face was filled with joy, and the petals of the lotus turned into extremely sharp edges, and they were cut off with the bare feet of the hairless man.
The hairless man fell down in one step, and the petals as sharp as a knife cut into his flesh and blood. He frowned slightly and continued to move forward.
I saw him step by step, leaving bloodstains and footprints in his steps, and in the blink of an eye he walked a bloody path among the lotus flowers.
The holy lotus like snow looks shocking when contrasted with the bloody footprints.
However, the lotus flower has no other lethal changes in the steps of the hairless man, and can only pierce his flesh and blood in vain.
"Wufa uses all her strength to suppress the flower spirit. The root cause lies in the ghostly and violent energy in her body."
The old man Mo Jing could see clearly that Hua Ling was no match for a person without a haircut when fighting alone.
The man without hair walked into the shadow of the mountain step by step, and next he had to face Mingshan, the most powerful one among the children of luck.
Shanhua siblings, although Mingshan is the younger brother, he is at the center of everything.
All the subordinates of the Son of Luck know that Mingshan is the real power, and Hua Ling is just a bonus.
"The twenty-one secret realm heavens suppressed them together."
Mingshan saw the hairless man walking towards the mountain and saw more than a dozen shadows coming, and the outline of the huge celestial body above his head began to move.
This is the best opportunity to gather the power of many secret realms to completely suppress the unfaithful ones.
If this plan succeeds, the Son of Destiny will be completely victorious, and the Buddhist Sangha founded by Wufa Zhishi will inevitably disappear.
The secret sky falls one by one, surrounding the mountain shadow, adding a thick and simple atmosphere.
The steps of the man without hair became more and more difficult, and the time between lifting and falling became longer and longer, and he was about to reach his limit.
The members of the sangha sat cross-legged one by one, with their eyes closed and chanting sutras, with a peaceful expression.
"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva..."
The sound of chanting sutras reached Wufa's ears, and his eyes were moved, "Buddhism has been established."
The footsteps that were almost stagnant suddenly landed on the ground, the ground shook a few times, and the fine dust floated into the air and then fell to the ground.
"The heavens are not heaven!"
The hairless man raised his head, and the four holes in his eyes flew out, returning to the original size of the four secret realms.
For a time, four versus twenty-one, it seemed like there was a huge disparity, but it resulted in a brief confrontation.
The hairless man's feet are stained with blood, he is stepping on a holy lotus, and his hands are pointing to the Cang Palace above his head.
"These are the appearances of all dharmas. They are right and wrong."
The mountain shadows swayed, and the surrounding mysterious sky fell one after another, like ripe fruits, falling into the arms of the Wufa one by one.
One, two, three, four
"Well, why are you still standing there? The ship is about to sink. Get out as soon as possible."
Lord Huo Feng said something in the ear of Old Man Jing, and immediately escaped using the light.
At this time, the twenty-one secret realms formed a battlefield and were in pieces, with numerous gaps and holes providing paths for escape.
Lord Fire Phoenix is not an exception. More heavenly masters are trying their best to escape. They can no longer see hope.