Tao Qianjin's Dongyang Sword Zhu triggered the three Qi of Li Xiang and turned into the true fire of Dongyang that burned the demon and burned evil.

Unfortunately, Tao Qianjin's sword edge was covered with the evil old monk's eight-ring tin staff. There was a special aura that was faintly attached to the sword edge, resisting the power of true fire that was full of evil and evil. If not,

Just considering Wei Ye's attainment of his concentration in Taoism and practicing to this day, the flame spirit on the sword had long turned into a soul-devouring fire sword, cutting off Samoron's shriveled and thin head.

The true fire seems to be a fire without roots, but it is steadily burning on the Tao Qianjin. The yang harmony energy in the human world is bridged by the peach wood sword and guided by Wei Ye himself, and it constantly gathers on the sword edge. Through the true fire of the cave yang, the magician can feel that there is a shallow obstacle between the sword and the tin staff, which is not very strong, but it is a bit sticky and sticky, like the pale yellow liquid sprinkled on the slug, which makes people disgusting.

Of course, it is not a demonic energy. Whether it is a demonic energy or a ghost energy, when encountering the natural evil nemesis of Dongyang Jianzhu, this weak demonic energy and ghost energy, they will only end up being burned and burned.

Unlike the yang harmony aura that comes from the world, although the shallow aura also has a pure and pure meaning, it is an indescribable sense of alienation from the world.

Although it was the first time to come into contact with this kind of atmosphere in actual combat, as an unemployed folklorist who specializes in religion, folk customs, and mysticism, Wei Ye still accurately captured the feeling of alienation that was disgusted by the world. He was disgusted by the world, disgusted by the five desires, disgusted by love and hate, and also disgusted by life and death. This is called the transcendental heart of disgusted by impermanence.

This disgusting feeling of alienation and coldness. If Wei Ye did not make any mistake, this would be the natal Buddha breath that the skinny old monk cultivated. It was precisely because of this old monk cultivated this trace of Buddha breath that he barely resisted the killing power of Dongyang Jianzhu.

It's just bare.

The flame tongue was wearing a short-handled tin staff. Soon, the tin staff trunk was burned to a dark red. Although Wei Ye's Dongyang Sword Zhu played very well, he was not those who really knew how to play with fire and could play with fire. In an instant, the shocking ability of this short-handled tin staff was burned with the supreme divine fire.

However, under such burning, the iron ring on the tin staff no longer jumped continuously like a living creature, just like fish and shrimp waiting to die in a dry puddle. It would be the best performance if it was to flick it a few times.

Samoro's palm holding the short-handled tin staff also felt a trace of burnt smell after the skin was burned, but the old monk still showed a certain firm expression on his face, and he refused to put down the tin staff in his hand.

Wei Ye knew that even these monks, even if they were monster monks with some problems from this place, would be very easy to obtain in other aspects, and they would have a high exemption to fight against physiological pain. If they want to continue to fight against such a stalemate, although they would definitely win if they persisted in burning them so much, they would waste a lot of real energy.

A certain magician has never been a benevolent person who is willing to use the word "noble" to make an epitaph. Wei Ye held Tao Qianjin's hand and pressed down maliciously. As his thoughts turned, his eyes glanced behind him.

Feeling this urged look, a half-headed man who had been placing a tin staff on the donkey cart as a guard Sima Ling showed a look of not sincere apology on his face. This non-mainstream magic monk with a buzz cut finally remembered that he had signed a temporary employment contract with the magician who seemed to be very arrogant.

He jumped out of the car with a tin staff, half-headed Tuo walked to Wei Ye, sighing and said, "Master, do you know that this old man is also a disciple of my Buddhist sect, but he still asks me to kill him?"

"If you don't ask you to kill, would you tell me to be like a stupid martial arts novel here, and to compete with this old monster with internal strength, just like a mana, so it's better than you to kill? If this is your true impression, then I'll pay both the commission and liquidated damages first."

Although he was competing with his magic power, Wei Ye, who still had the strength to speak, raised his eyebrows and directly attributed the problem to economic issues simply and roughly, choking half of the heads.

"You are the master, you have the final say."

Half-twist's head could only respond like this, and held the tin staff in his hand tightly. The rough iron ring made of cast iron on the head of the staff showed a slight luster.

These lusters have a pure meaning that is very similar to the Buddha breath of the skinny old monk. Unlike the Buddha breath of the skinny old monk with the alienation of the world, the luster on the half-headed tin staff is only a silent and solid persistence. The rough iron ring made of pig iron seems to have gradually become a bit solid and indestructible because of this persistence.

Wei Ye continued to urge Tao Qianjin to pray to Dongyang Sword, but feeling the perseverance and persistence in the Buddha's breath on the tin staff, he couldn't help but admire him sincerely:

"Five kinds of illegal rituals, five kinds of head tutu practices, no eating fish, shrimp, salt sauce, cheese butter, no cutting all desires between the nose and tongue, no wearing silk cotton, brocade fur and feather clothes, no cutting all desires inside and outside, no settlement of villages, towns, royal palaces and monasteries, no cutting all desires in eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body, no cutting all desires in your eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body. With the old demon monk who can endure burning his hands, it is comparable to the Great Kasyapa who is waiting for Maitreya to be born, and faces the great Bodhisattva who burns his ten fingers to offer to the Buddha. Buddhism is indeed the last paradox of masochism."

For such unswerving praise, Half-Toutuo could only pretend that he had not heard it. He focused his whole spirit on the tin staff, and knocked it down with a blow with a blow!

The thin old monk had achieved this little Buddhist breath that had been practiced for many years. In order to resist the invasion of the true fire caused by the Dongyang Sword Zhu, 80% of it condensed on the short-handled tin staff. The remaining 20% ​​were used to form hand seals to fix the insidious talisman arrow sacrificed by Wei Ye. At this moment, there was only a sheep's belly scarf on his bald head, and he could not withstand this stick with the power of the Dharma.

He had a strong cultivation and was aroused for revenge, but now he was in a stalemate with his opponent to save his life. The old monk only had enough of his eyes to move, so he looked up at the tin staff he had knocked down.

When I looked up, I saw the enlarged tin staff wheel. However, the sheep belly scarf wrapped on the old monk's head suddenly loosened, becoming as big as a bamboo mat, and it covered the half-headed throne!

The white cloth did not grow in physics like the Hunyuan Ruyi Stone, but the white lines with vertical meridians and horizontal latitudes spread out one after another at this moment, like a swelling net. In the middle of the net, there was an extremely long thing, like a long beak of a swordfish, rushing out quickly.
Chapter completed!