There was a thunder, the wind swept through the remaining clouds, and black clouds rolled in the sky.
The storm is about to come, and there is a feeling of chilling.
Puzhi stood at the door of the temple with a serious face and looked into the distance into the endless darkness.
In the village to the west, a black air had arisen at some point, as thick as black ink, and it was surging.
The old monk stood in the grass temple, staring at the black energy.
Suddenly, the black air rolled up, spiraled up, and headed straight out of the village, heading towards the Cao Temple. It was moving very fast, and it arrived in a blink of an eye. The old monk's sharp eyes saw that there was a child in it.
, it was Lin Jingyu whom I had seen during the day.
"How brave, even under Qingyun Mountain, you dare to cause trouble!"
Puzhi shouted angrily, bursts of golden Buddha light suddenly bloomed from his body, and he suddenly extended one of his palms into the black air. He only heard a dull sound, which seemed to be a collision of spiritual powers. Puzhi groaned and took several steps back.
, even a piece of his cassock was torn, but he snatched Lin Jingyu off and held it under his ribs.
The child didn't know whether he had been cursed or knocked unconscious. He was completely unconscious at this time.
But looking at his face as usual and his breathing evenly, he must have fallen into a deep sleep and nothing serious happened.
Puzhi felt relieved, glared at the black energy, and shouted: "Your Excellency is so cultivated, but to attack a small child, it would be too disrespectful of your status!"
In the black air, a hoarse voice said: "Smelly monk, you dare to meddle in my own business, I won't let you stay today!"
A bloody light suddenly rose from the black air. In an instant, the dark wind was blowing around the small grass temple, and the ghostly energy was strong.
"Poison Blood Flag!"
Puzhi was shocked and said: "What a demon, how dare you refine such a poison that is harmful to the heaven and earth. I will not spare you today!"
This poisonous blood flag is made from human essence, blood and resentment. The greater its power, the more people will die tragically in it, and the more powerful the innocent souls imprisoned will be. It can be said to be a very vicious magic weapon, which is the Demon Cult.
There are very few people in China who refine such evil things.
As one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, Monk Puzhi was naturally furious when he saw such evil things.
I heard a roar, red light bloomed, and a foul smell rose from the mid-air. A two-foot-long red flag was slowly raised. At this time, the sound of ghosts crying became more and more sad, as if there were countless resentful spirits crying at night, and there were still faint sounds during the night.
There was a sound of bones cracking, which was shocking to hear.
"Death!"
In the black air, there was a sharp shout, and above the blood-red flag, a ferocious ghost face suddenly appeared, with four triangular eyes, sharp teeth, and "stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck" where the bones made a messy sound, and the four eyes on the ghost's face suddenly
They all opened up, and with a "roar", they turned into entities, rushed out from the flags, and struck the old monk with an extremely bloody aura.
Facing such a ghost, Puzhi was unafraid and did not let go of Lin Jingyu. He just used his left hand holding an emerald rosary to form a circle in the void. He formed the Buddhist lion seal with one hand, flexed and stretched his five fingers, and the fingertips glowed faintly with golden light.
Suddenly a golden swastika Buddha seal appeared in front of him, and bursts of Sanskrit chanting could be faintly heard. The ghost bumped into it, but it couldn't do anything about the Buddha seal, and just stood in a stalemate with it in the air, even because of the Buddhist dharma.
In response to the natural restraint of evil spirits and ghosts, the ghost grinned and looked extremely painful... "Evil heretics dare to... ah!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt a heartbreaking pain coming from his right arm. He couldn't help but scream. A numb and itchy feeling immediately spread throughout his body, and his vision went black.
At this time, the ghost changed again, and its four eyes suddenly turned extremely scarlet. With a ghost howl, four red lights shot out, instantly piercing through the crumbling Buddha seal, and slammed into Pu's body. On the body of wisdom.
The old monk was beaten and flew backwards. Lin Jingyu, who was under his ribs, also fell to the ground. His skinny body hit the wall of the grass temple with a "boom" and dust flew up all over his face. The walls have collapsed.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
In the black air, a sound of triumphant laughter could be heard, and the old monk stood up tremblingly. He felt that his whole body was numb and unbearable, and the poison was heading towards his heart.
And on the unconscious Lin Jingyu, a colorful centipede slowly crawled out, as big as a palm. The most bizarre thing was that its tail was divided into seven forks, and it looked like it had seven tails.
"The strangest poison in the world, the seven-tailed centipede!"
The old monk's expression was extremely ugly. After a brief exchange, he had already noticed that the person in the black energy was extremely profound and was by no means an easy character. And now that he was poisoned, how could he deal with it?!
"Everyone in the world says how great the four great monks of Tianyin Temple are, but in my opinion, they are nothing more than this."
The man in the black energy said disdainfully: "If you are wise, hand over the blood-devouring bead, and I will give you the seven-tailed centipede antidote and spare your life!"
"It turns out that you came here for the blood-devouring beads!"
Puzhi's expression was shocked and he smiled bitterly and said: "That's right, you have refined poisons like the Poisonous Blood Banner, how can you let go of the Blood-devouring Beads? Well, well, well, if you want it, the old monk will give it to you."
He stretched out his hand and threw it, and the jade rosary in his palm suddenly turned into dozens of streams of light and rushed towards the sky in all directions. Among the streams of light, a pale purple bead was extremely conspicuous. It was the blood-devouring bead sealed by Puzhi with the Prajna of Brahma!
Black energy rose into the sky and chased in the direction where the blood-devouring bead had escaped. But just as he was about to catch up with the blood-devouring bead, Puzhi had a proud smile on his face.
The countless streams of light in the sky actually went and came back. Following the universal wisdom and mind, one after another, with the sound of howling wind, they crashed into the black air!
Just hearing a roar from the black energy, the man was obviously caught off guard. There were several random "bang, bang, bang" sounds, and the green light flashed, and the black energy scattered, and finally dispersed in all directions, disappearing into nothingness.
A tall and thin man slowly fell from the air. His whole body was tightly wrapped in a black robe. His appearance and age could not be seen clearly. He only had a pair of eyes with a fierce light. There was a long sword tied to his back.
"Amitabha!"
Pu Zhi muttered the Buddha's name in a low voice and said: "Your Majesty, you are such a Taoist, why do you dare not see others?"
The man in black robe looked at the blood-devouring bead that was close to Chi Chi, and then at the monk Puzhi, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and he said angrily: "Good monk, you are seeking death yourself, don't do it." Weird...huh?!"
He held the hilt of the sword with his backhand and was about to draw the sword when he suddenly heard a whistling sound of sword energy and couldn't help but subconsciously look up.
In the distant sky, a red rainbow light penetrated the clouds and fog, and rushed towards this place with extremely fast momentum.
Who is this person?!
The black-robed man was startled, but then he thought that in Qingyun Sect, all the heads of the Seven Meridians were on the mountain, and all the elders had closed their doors to meditate, and he couldn't help but relax... As long as it wasn't these people, who could have come?
Why not?
"It seems that you are not the only one on the road today." The man in black robe said calmly.
Seeing the other party's confident appearance, Puzhi became increasingly uneasy.
Although the sword light is a helping hand, the conduct of the person in front of me is really remarkable. He has not been injured and may not be able to defeat the opponent. At this moment, he is poisoned and has a Buddhist practice. He cannot perform 30% of the 100%.
How can the reinforcements deal with this person?
I just hope that the person coming is a powerful master from the Qingyun Sect.
He prayed secretly, and the sword light was already close to Chi Chi, and he only heard a clear voice:
"I finally caught up!"
The sword light converged, but a young man appeared in front of the Cao Temple.
This man looked to be about twenty years old. He was dressed in a green shirt and carried a long sword on his back. He had handsome features and was full of heroic spirit. Who could he be if he wasn't Mo Li?
He is Fatty Tian’s disciple!
The man in black robe frowned.
"It's you!"
Pu Zhi felt disappointed.
A year ago, he had met Mo Li in the Yuqing Palace. At that time, he was fighting with Tian Buyi. At that time, this young man did not even have an immortal sword. He thought he had just reached the level of expelling objects and was practicing sword control.
Now that he appears here, he may have spent the past year wandering around the world refining magic weapons.
But how can this young disciple be the opponent of this man in black robe?
"Little benefactor, leave quickly. You are definitely not something you can interfere with in this place!" Puzhi said urgently.
Both of them together would be dead, so it would be better to escape one of them!
"late."
The man in black robe smiled coldly and said: "Boy, there is a way to heaven but you don't take it. There is no way to hell and you come here instead. I only pity your master, who finally gained a good disciple, but now he is about to die in the west."
"Your Excellency, it is too early to speak!"
Mo Lidan smiled, of course he knew the identity of the man in black robe.
However, today, he is definitely not something that the other party can kill at will.
"You are still so arrogant when you are about to die."
The man in black robe snorted coldly and pulled out the long sword from his back. The sword was as clear as autumn water, bright and not dazzling, with a faint clear light attached to it, but it was a rare fairy treasure.
"What a sword!" Puzhi couldn't help shouting.
The man in black did not answer. He held the sword in his hand and stepped on the seven stars. He walked seven steps in a row. The long sword suddenly stabbed the sky and muttered something:
"The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder.
The splendid power of heaven, lead it with the sword!"
In a moment, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly surged, thunder rumbled, and lightning flashed from the edge of the black clouds. There was a sense of solemnity between the sky and the earth, and there was a strong wind.
"The True Secret of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder!"
Puzhi shouted in shock, his face full of despair. How could he have imagined that the other party turned out to be an expert from the Qingyun Sect?
There was a sound of thunder, and as violent spiritual power surged, a dazzling bolt of lightning appeared across the sky, struck into the earth, and landed on the long sword of the man in black.
For a moment, the clothes of the man in black were bulging up, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to burst. At this time, the inside of the thatched temple was as bright as day under the strong lighting of the electric light.
This is the power of heaven and earth, the great power from the true Taoist method, which can control thunder and lightning and cleanse demons. Among the many immortal sects in the world, only the Qingyun Sect masters such a magical method! ... It is a pity that such a great method is being used by others at this moment.
Come and deal with the eminent monk of Tianyin Temple.
"Little donor hides behind me."
Puzhi said hello, his hands formed the left and right water bottle seals, his eyes were wide open, and there was a golden light all over his body. He read word by word in his mouth: "Ah, ma, na, ba, mi, moo!"
Buddhist Six-Character Great Ming Mantra!
As the last word fell, all the jasper beads that had just been scattered shined together in an instant. They gathered three feet in front of Pu Zhi and turned into a huge "Buddha" character. The golden light was dazzling and could not be looked at.
The profound magics of Buddhism and Taoism collided together in this small grass temple.
Hearing a loud shout from the man in black, he drew the sword with his left hand and shook his wrist with all his strength. There was a thunder, and the electric light on the sword shot towards Pu Zhi.
Along the way, the vegetation, trees, bricks and stones all flew into the air. Only the road in the middle left a deep burning mark!
Boom!
The electric light and the Buddha character collided together, making a loud noise!
During the terrifying collision of spiritual powers, Pu Zhi let out a groan and flew backwards. However, the thunder light broke through the Buddha's light and continued to kill Pu Zhi without stopping.
Is today the time for the poor monk to sit down and take refuge?
Pu Zhi felt depressed, but suddenly the sound of clanging swords sounded in his ears!
The sound of the sword whistling, like the roar of a dragon, resounded through the Cao Temple and shook the heaven and the earth!
"Eat my sword!"
Mo Li let out a long roar, jumped up and flew into the air, and then the wind and clouds surged between the sky and the earth!
Countless red sword lights suddenly released from the Shaohua Sword, creating a myriad of phenomena.
The power around Mo Li skyrocketed. He threw the magic weapon in his hand, and the countless sword lights suddenly gathered together and attached to Shao Hua. The majestic sword intent emanating from it was so intense that it made people's liver and gallbladder burst.
"Kill ghosts and gods!"
The man in black robes stared at him with a look of disbelief on his face.
This kid has obviously only been a member of Qingyun for two years. Where did he get the Taoist skills to perform such a true technique?!
A tall and majestic terrifying shadow appeared behind Mo Li.
It was a huge human-shaped shadow, with a face similar to that of a lake, overlooking the heaven and earth like a god and demon.
As Mo Li's magic formula changed, the phantom held in his hand a terrifying giant sword that gathered countless sword lights in the air. The whole world was instantly enveloped by the sword's intention.
stop!
As Mo Li's sword command moved, the terrifying shadow also moved.
The Nine Heavens Divine Weapon fell in the air, and the red sword light gathered into a giant sword light, sweeping down with the might of the world!
boom!
The sword light collided with the thunder, and the terrifying spiritual power shook the heaven and the earth, turning into violent winds that dispersed in all directions. In an instant, the entire grass temple could not bear the power and suddenly burst into pieces.
!
The two were in a stalemate in the air, but this stalemate only lasted a moment!
But the sword was too overbearing and fierce. It carried an unruly momentum that was not afraid of heaven and earth and killed ghosts and gods. It looked at the mountains and rivers and moved forward indomitably!
The power of thunder was easily and completely annihilated by this sword light. With the look of disbelief on the face of the man in black robe, he slashed at him fiercely!
"No!"
The man in black robe shouted loudly, and the sword in front of him burst out with dazzling light, condensing into a thick ice wall, blocking it in front of him.
Boom!
Wherever the sword light passed, there was another loud noise, and the ice wall was chopped into countless pieces in an instant. The man howled miserably and flew backwards, vomiting blood.
And a ravine about several feet long and bottomless appeared on the earth, like a chasm in the sky, which was exactly the power of a sword to kill ghosts and gods!
Monk Puzhi could hardly believe his eyes. Did the man in black robe lose?
A great monk who was so profound that even he might not be his opponent, was actually defeated by this young disciple of the Qingyun Sect?!
He just learned to wield a sword last year!
Are the Qingyun Sect’s current standards for downhill training already so high?!
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Puzhi would have thought someone was joking.
However, the blood on the ground and the seriously injured figure told the world that this was a fact.
The speed of cultivation of the young man in front of me is really terrifying!
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