This glare shadow technique is very magical. It can not only project images into the inner world of the old turtle, but also transmit sounds.
In ancient times, this kind of glare and shadow technique was just a very common technique, but in today's world, it can be regarded as a profound technique.
And Gu Fei had never seen such a technique before.
"Since he can use the earth's spiritual veins to sacrifice the inner world, we can do it too!" Gu Fei stared at the mysterious little monk in the glare mirror on the lake, and suddenly said these words to the old turtle.
"That evil little bald donkey has already taken over that area of ​​the world, where do we still have a chance?" Old Turtle naturally knew what Gu Fei wanted to do, but while the little monk was guarding there, Old Turtle couldn't help but make mistakes.
If his cultivation level returned to one-tenth or even one-hundredth of what it was at its peak, he could crush that evil little monk to death with one hand.
But unfortunately, even if he is on Lingshan Mountain, occupying the largest and most spiritual spiritual vein in Lingshan Mountain, and practicing for several years, his cultivation level has not yet broken through to the realm of immortal gods.
Lao Gui's strength at this time is only at the peak of demigods. With the power of the inner world, his strength should be comparable to the legendary immortal gods.
However, it is obvious that the pink little monk who walked out of the Lord Buddha's tomb, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, was better than the old turtle. Perhaps, the little monk was already a first-rate god and Buddha.
Gu Fei looked at the glare of the image on the lake surface like a mirror, and said calmly: "The little monk only dominated the void on the ground, but underground...hehe!"
In the image above the lake, the young monk was suppressing the shrine in the sky. The pillars of fire continued to explode and spread out. In just a moment, they had already settled a hundred feet.
The rumbling sound shook the world, and the hazy Buddhist land where the young monk was found showed signs of becoming substantial and began to change between reality and reality.
This is not a good phenomenon. If the young monk is allowed to continuously absorb the spiritual energy of the earth's fire veins, the young monk's inner world may really turn from virtual to real, and re-form a real inner world.
By then, Old Turtle will no longer be a match for the mysterious little monk.
The inner world of the mysterious little monk is shrouded in the sky above the fire veins of the earth. Every inch of space is filled with peaceful Buddha light. As long as someone enters the Buddha light, they will be felt by the little monk immediately.
But underground, the underground is filled with earth fire veins. Even the little monk's inner power of heaven and earth has difficulty penetrating in, and is blocked by the extremely huge earth fire energy.
"You brat, that's very good. At worst, we will fight to the death. Even if we don't get it, we definitely can't let that little monk take advantage." Hearing this, Lao Gui's eyes suddenly lit up and he said grimly.
When Gu Fei heard what Old Turtle said, he couldn't help but shudder. This Old Turtle...it seemed that he really hated that innocent-looking little monk! He felt that something bad was about to happen.
On a night of dark moon and high wind, among the endless snow-capped mountains in the north, a huge pillar of fire stands between the sky and the earth. An ancient temple shrouded in rays of light and shining with divine light is suppressing the huge pillar of fire.
The world is turbulent, the wind and clouds are changing, wind and fire are raging. A hundred miles of Buddha land is spreading endless peaceful Buddha light. Below, fire energy like fire dragons is constantly rushing into that area of ​​Buddha land, and then directly transformed into the most primitive spiritual energy.
, integrate into that world.
It was the Buddha's heaven and earth. In the middle of the heaven and earth, a little monk sat cross-legged with a purple gold alms bowl in his hand. In the entire heaven and earth, flowers fell from the sky and golden lotuses surged from the ground, giving people an aura of infinite peace.
The Buddha's light, fire, and glow formed an unimaginable spectacle between heaven and earth. In the mountains, although countless monks were affected by the flying fireballs when the earth's fire veins exploded, causing some casualties, they were still not injured.
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Hundreds of miles away around the earth's fire veins, monks can still be seen, and high in the sky, those big shots who can fly in the air are also watching.
From time to time, you can see a rainbow-like escaping light flashing among the clouds.
Among the white clouds, an ancient altar loomed, exuding a power as terrifying and heavy as the ancient sacred mountain. On top of the altar, stood a group of Taoist priests with immortal style.
Among this group of Taoists, there were the white-haired figure who looked like an old immortal, and there were also middle-aged Taoists with black shoulders and fine bones.
The person standing at the front is not Taoist Xuantian, the head of Taixuan Sect, but the one whose face is as plump and rosy as a baby, while the other has high cheekbones and deep-set eye sockets, as if a piece of human skin has been draped over a skeleton.
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Taoist Ku Rong, the only semi-god-level master among the three great sects present, turned out to be a senior expert in the Taixuan Sect.
Even Taoist Xuantian and the seven major branch seats all stood behind Taoist Kurong, not daring to show any signs of neglect.
Taoist Ku Rong looked quietly at the hazy void in front of him shrouded in the Buddha's light. Ku Rong's clear face was as calm as water, without any fluctuations.
Everyone on the altar has the cultivation level of Yuxu Realm, and they are all big figures who can establish a sect in the world of cultivation.
However, no one knows whether this is the true strength of Taixuanmen. Taixuanmen has been passed down in the cultivation world for five or six thousand years, and no one knows its background.
The Three Great Sects can already be regarded as ancient sects in the world of cultivation. They have been passed down for thousands of years and have stood firm in the world of cultivation for thousands of years. The reason for this is not luck, but the real strength.
There are also clouds floating in the void in several other directions. Those clouds show no signs of moving, just like white jade inlaid in the night sky.
Needless to say, there are powerful monks hidden in every cloud. The dark demonic cloud in the north is the most conspicuous. There, the demonic shadows collide, exuding a heart-stopping demonic aura.
Directly in the south, there was a demonic aura rising into the sky. A cloud of demonic clouds was overwhelming and suspended in the sky. Countless demons were coming in and out, making it very lively.
Among the demonic clouds, two figures stood on the broad back of a colorful divine bird. One was a beautiful woman wearing a purple dress, who appeared like a fairy from the Nine Heavens descending from the earth, while the other was a figure wearing five
He has golden claws, a dragon and a yellow robe, a middle-aged man who is not angry and shows off his authority.
"Father, what is the origin of that little monk?" A clear and sweet voice sounded, and the girl standing next to the middle-aged man in yellow robe said.
The middle-aged eyes seemed to pierce through the void, see through everything, and see through everything. However, at this time, he frowned and pondered for a long time.
Finally he said: "Although those old guys in Western Buddhism rarely leave the Western Buddhist land, they have never heard of such a powerful Buddhist being."
This middle-aged man was none other than the Demon Lord Huang Long. With his knowledge, he could not see the origin of the young monk, let alone anyone else.
The beautiful girl in purple clothes stopped talking, but was extremely shocked in her heart. You must know that her father is the Demon Lord Huanglong, the only remaining dragon clan on the Tenglong Continent.
The Dragon Clan has almost endless lifespan, and the Demon Lord Huang Long has dominated the cultivation world of Tenglong Continent for thousands of years. He is definitely an antique-level figure.
He couldn't even figure out the origin of that little monk, but he couldn't help but shock the demon girl.
From time to time, among the monster clouds, there are clear figures of great demons with soaring demonic aura. However, all the great demons obey the orders of the demon master Huang Long and do not dare to act impudently.
All the powerful people in the sky were watching, and no one acted rashly. The mysterious little monk who came out of the Lord Buddha's tomb shocked everyone.
"Swish!", "swish!", "swish!"
Three old monks with white beards and eyebrows, wearing moon-white monk robes, appeared in the western sky.
"Is he really an ancestor?" One of the old monks with two long snow-white eyebrows murmured as he looked at the illusory world ahead of him with a pair of turbid eyes that revealed the endless Buddha's light.
"As the only remaining supreme elders of Buddhism, you and I should know the secrets of Western Buddhism that have been passed down orally from generation to generation." said another old monk with a wrinkled face, but full of energy, as if full of endless energy.
This old monk was very old, but his voice was as loud as a bell, and he was tall. Under the moon-white monk's robes, you could see the strong and bulging muscles.
"In the Lord Buddha's tomb, it is not the Lord Buddha who is buried, but him!" the last old monk, who was thin, short, with dark and wrinkled skin, said loudly.
"Could it be that...he really reversed life and death?" The old monk with long eyebrows asked in shock. This is a secret that only the Supreme Elder of the Buddhist sect knows. It is passed down orally from the previous Supreme Elder to the next Supreme Elder.
"It seems to have succeeded, but it seems to have failed again. I can't see through it!" The thin, black and thin monk muttered to himself as he looked at the little monk sitting cross-legged in front of him in the hazy Buddha soil.
The three old monks did not step forward. Instead, like many masters, they hid in the sky and quietly watched the shocking scene in front of them.
"Rumble..." The heaven and earth shook, and the illusory Buddha land gradually became clear. It seemed that a world that absorbed endless earth veins and spiritual energy might truly appear in front of everyone's eyes at any time.
At this time, in a snow forest hundreds of miles away, two sneaky figures were chatting in a low voice while looking around alertly.
"Just here!" The guy with the dragon body whispered.
"Here? Isn't it too far here? Why don't you get closer?" A young man in white replied.
"It's not far. If you get closer, you'll be spotted by that evil little bald donkey." The guy with the body of a dragon seemed to have some scruples and refused to accept the proposal of the young man in white.
"Well! Let's take action then!" The young man in white nodded and said.
"Okay!" The guy with the body of a dragon grabbed the young man in white, and then, the snow under their feet suddenly sank silently, and the two fell down.
A layer of power like water waves enveloped Gu Fei and Lao Gui, and the soil below them quickly parted. In just a moment, the two of them sank thousands of feet into the ground.
Sensing the vast fluctuations coming from the earth's fire veins, the old turtle identified the direction, used the earth escape technique to silently break through the soil, and flew forward.
Chapter completed!