Even Miaozhen is so strong that she has no time to hide, so she can only watch and let her body be penetrated by the flowing light.

"Peng!"

In the sky, the halo exploded.

But before the monks in the Pure Land were excited, countless wonderful truths appeared in the sky one after another.

The mysterious realm of the heart!

This method turns virtual into real, and even if a real immortal is accidentally caught, he will be attacked. The monks in the Pure Land cannot be able to easily break it.

The attack just now only hit one phantom.

"Amitabha!"

A monk looked bitter and looked back:

"Have you ever told the Compassionate Bodhisattva?"

"Uncle returned to Master, there was an incident in the Pure Land last night, so I informed the Bodhisattva, but..." Someone answered, and his voice paused in the middle before continuing:

"There has never been a response!"

While speaking, Miao Zhensu in the distance raised her hand lightly, and a tornado suddenly emerged from the sky, roaring towards the Pure Land.

At the same time, the sand was flying wildly, as if a mountain was rolled up, and pressing hard towards the Buddha statue.

She can carry the power of heaven and earth with her hands and feet. Isn’t it that ordinary people see it?

No wonder whether it is this world or the original body, most of them are respected as immortals and Buddhas.

"Amitabha." Faced with this kind of heavenly power, the monks had to look solemn and dare not be distracted:

"I heard that the past heart cannot be obtained, the present heart cannot be obtained, the future heart cannot be obtained..."

The struggle in the sky was earth-shaking.

The battle behind him was also tragic and astonishing.

At this time, Guo Fan had already sneaked into Foshan again while the internal and external Pure Land monks were in chaos inside and outside.

Thanks to the torture of Ao Wudi last night, he also knew the journey.

The body turns into a phantom, like a wisp of blue smoke. Even a person with great energy will only think that he has an illusion.

The path to refine the heart, the door to the heart...

Along the way, there was almost no obstacle.

It seems that if the masters of Pure Land are either presided over the formation or were surrounding the killing of Ao Wudi.

There are very few here.

As soon as I changed my mind, a man rushed over from beside me, his hands were like ten thousand words, and he didn't say a word.

Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm!

"snort!"

Guo Fan hummed softly, but did not draw his sword. With a big hand, he clenched his big hand and attacked the domineering fist that rushed into the sky.

"Peng!"

The fists and palms collided, and Guo Fan's body remained unchanged, while the visitor groaned and fell backwards.

"So it's a mute monk." Guo Fan's voice was indifferent, and he stepped lightly, and he had already pressed towards the other party.

Although he had no intention of killing someone, he could not be disturbed by this person.

"Om!"

"Boom!"

"Hum!"

Suddenly, the Buddhist Tantric Mantra suddenly sounded on the mute monk.

The sound came out, and the void shook, and the endless pressure suddenly imprisoned Guo Fan in place.

Vaginal speech?

This monk is indeed a mute, and his physiological incompleteness cannot be concealed from Guo Fan's perception.

But he also knows how to speak ventriloquism, and is also a Buddhist supreme mantra that is proficient in the true teachings of compassion.

Say it, the law follows!

Seeing Guo Fan being trapped, the mute monk looked happy and forced himself to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to defeat his opponent.

But unfortunately...

"fight!"

"Soldier!"

Guo Fan's body was shocked, and the strange shock force instantly broke through the ban and fell on the mute monk in reverse.

He leaned his finger and let him fall down.

"It turned out to be the Truth Word and Magic Mantra!"

If you remember correctly, there seems to be very few such martial arts in the ontological world.

Even if there is, it is still an auxiliary and will not be among the top ranks.

Just like Liu Ruochan’s Nine Heavens Mysterious True Art, the true words and magic spells in it are just means of borrowing external forces.

But both the mantras of the mute monk or the mantra of Guo Fan seem to be powerful.

If you dig deeper, you will probably have endless potential!

When he turned his mind, he had already rushed forward again and rushed into a narrow passage.

"stop!"

"Stop the person coming!"

"Amitabha!" In the darkness, five figures rushed over, and they were all masters of the ancestral artifacts.

They should be monks who specialize in guarding this place.

The five people have a high level of cultivation and are merciless when they take action, without any mercy in Buddhism.

The two of them used their palms, and the fist was strictly forbidden to show no flaws; one of them fisted, and the fist was as strong as the angrily glowing Vajra, and the other was dancing with a sword. The sword energy was so strong that it was actually Shura Hell, with a murderous intent; there was also a heavy convenient shovel, and with a light wave, a dull roar suddenly broke out in the ground.

The five people took action together, and even Guo Fan had to stop and draw his sword to face the enemy.

"Swish!"

In the darkness, the flame sword flashed like flying fire meteors, fire trees and silver flowers, instantly passing through all directions.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

The sound of collisions continued, and Mars flew everywhere, and the six figures flashed wildly, appearing and disappearing.

The five monks are all old and their strength is far less than Guo Fan, but they can use the power of the formation to bless the heaven and earth vital energy.

on the contrary.

Although Guo Fan was strong, he was suppressed by the formation and could not do his best.

"Read!"

"Soldier!"

"Moo!"

During the fight, Guo Fan pinched the seal technique in his hand and spoke the truth, and learned and applied it to the five people.

At the same time, punching with one hand and holding a knife in the other hand, pressing forward fiercely in a fierce posture.

"Boom..."

The energy fluctuated in the air, and the five monks' faces turned pale, and they couldn't help but retreat one after another, as if they were about to lose.

"Ha ha……"

Just then, a loud laughter sounded behind it, and a strong wind whistled behind it.

"Boy, thank you!" Ao Wudi strode forward, like a tyrannosaurus, and rushed forward:

"With you in front of me, I will be spared a lot of effort, so I will continue to accompany them!"

Before the sound was finished, a stroke of sword light had already split from behind, which happened to be the node where Guo Fan's aura turned around.

When it comes to eyesight and control of timing, the five old monks can't catch up with this sword maniac who was six hundred years ago.

"snort!"

Guo Fan groaned, and could only wave his sword to resist, while avoiding the attack in front of him in a slight embarrassment.

I was even more puzzled:

"How could you come here so soon?"
To be continued...