Wei Wu died tragically on the spot, and his Jade Buddha Bead fell into Ouyang Rong's hands.
After he left a word, he walked towards Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song and others.
Witnessing Wei Wu's tragic death, the few people who were originally preparing to welcome him subconsciously took a step back.
Rong Zhen, who stared at Ouyang Rong with red eyes, was also pulled back by Yi Qianqiu and others.
Only Lao Yang stayed in place, as if he had seen it openly, lowered his head and slowly read a Confucian scripture, ignoring the struggle outside.
The girls discovered something later.
When the [arc] fell and beheaded, the Buddhist beads in Wei Wu's hand did not have time to protect him.
I don't know if I forgot it or what happened.
However, those who bind Buddhist beads will be protected by the golden light of the Buddha by reason of default.
Also, the eighteen-seeded Buddhist beads in the hands of the young man in Confucian shirt were given by Rong Zhen. There was only one white jade Buddhist bead in it, which was logically impossible to obtain so much golden protection.
He just used the golden light of Buddhist beads to immunize a white dragon attack, which surprised everyone on the platform.
As soon as the young man in a bronze fox-faced Confucian shirt walked into the main grotto, small details on the field began to reveal a kind of weirdness.
They couldn't help but tighten the Buddhist beads in their sleeves, and became a little suspicious.
"Ouyang Lianghan, what do you mean? Do you still never repent?"
Madam Song criticized her angrily, but she paused, held back her breath and tried to soften her voice:
"I know you have a grudge with Wei Wu, but now the enemy is in front of you. It's not the time for Neijiang to stab you. Don't do anything randomly. Let's repel these rebels together."
Ouyang Rong ignored him and stepped forward slowly, passing Wei Wu's headless house without looking sideways.
At this time, a strange scene happened, and Song Huayu also stopped.
I saw a purple-black light flashing on the bronze fox face with only eyes and lips on the young man in Confucian clothes.
Ouyang Rong pointed out the forehead of the fox's face,
Immediately, the surrounding space distorted like the refraction of sunlight.
It seemed like a piece of painting paper was uncovered from the feet, and the "Young Man in Confucian clothes" was torn off. Standing there, replaced by Wei Wu, who had just died.
"Wei Wu" was vivid and smiling, walking towards everyone, playing with two strings of Buddhist beads in his hands.
One string is the eighteen seeds given to Zhen Shuyuan by Rong Zhen, and the other string is the white jade Buddhist beads belonging to Wei Wu.
The white jade Buddhist beads that were bound to Wei Wu seemed to feel the master's return, and a golden light lit up, as if it was a thrill of joy.
The next moment, "Wei Wu" burst out with a smile.
White jade Buddhist beads are ground into powder.
Everyone looked strange and saw him spread his palms again.
There are dark golden crumbs rising from the white powder.
It is grains of golden sand.
Seeing these grains of golden sand, Madam Song and Yi Qianqiu looked at each other and were a little surprised.
They seemed to have known what was inside for a long time, but they didn't expect Ouyang Lianghan to know it too.
"Wei Wu"'s figure was torn off like a sticker, and the young man in Confucian clothes appeared again, as if he was taking off a coat.
Not far away, a piano box flew over and floated in front of him.
The young man in Confucian shirt reached out his hand gracefully, took out a tube of spiritual ink from the box, turned around and walked towards Lao Yang's head, and took the Confucian scriptures from the old man who was lowering his head to read.
"Let me lend it to you and save your life."
Old Yang looked blankly at the young man in Confucian shirt with a strange smile.
"Bachelor's Bachelor."
"Shh."
The young man in Confucian clothes raised his fingers to his mouth.
He held the Confucian scriptures in his hand, and the bamboo tube opened without wind, and the spiritual ink flowed out, gathering at his fingertips.
I saw a young man in Confucian clothes painting on paper.
It seems to be a talisman.
Everyone looked at this scene in surprise.
At the same time, Wei Shaoqi reacted with the candle in the snow in the high altitude.
Wei Shaoqi looked at [Mingzhu] who continued to take off the sword and set off the scroll, and began to prepare.
Snow Zhu got out for a while. Seeing Ouyang Rong ignoring her and slowly drawing talismans below, she was furious and handed out a sword.
A young man in the Confucian shirt was painting and patted the wine pot with his palm.
The [Machinery] in the sword was shot away suddenly.
The candle in the snow was repelled again.
Wei Shaoqi quickly used the Peach Blossom Landscape to help, and the two were dragged by [Machinery] for a while and could not get out.
The sword energy of [Craftsmanship] seems to be inexhaustible.
He was obviously just a seventh-grade sword-holder, but his sword energy seemed to be endless, even more vast than hers.
Snow Zhu was shocked and suspicious, and couldn't help but recall the situation when he fought in Dagu Mountain.
The same was true at the beginning, but now he is becoming more and more skillful.
Even my mind was on drawing talismans, and I didn't have the sword to deal with them with all my strength, as if I was too lazy to use all my strength.
On the high platform, the young man in the Confucian shirt suddenly stopped writing.
Holding the Confucian scriptures in your hand, Wufeng turned a page, and this page naturally fell off and flew over your head.
I saw eight seal characters written in blood-red ink on the pages of the withered yellow book:
Kuixing is the best in the world.
Everyone immediately recognized that this was a Kuixing Talisman.
It symbolizes the Confucian concept of "correcting the mind and cultivating one's own self-cultivation, and regaining rituals", and at the same time injects the Taoist orthodox "Kuixing" star-double belief.
This talisman is popular among the people. The scholarly families love to worship Kuixing, burn incense and pray for blessings. It is said that those who worship Kuixing can gain wisdom and intelligence, have a brilliant literary fortune, have a smooth career, and make a successful career.
A Kuixing Talisman written in spiritual ink, with the word "swish" and penetrated into the string of eighteen seeds in the hands of a young man in Confucian shirt.
The next moment, the golden powder of the white jade Buddhist beads suddenly shone brightly.
It turns out that the source of the golden light was these golden powders before.
All the gold powder is integrated into the surface of the eighteen seeds.
At the same time, the Buddhist beads in the hands of Yi Qianqiu, Song Mama, Rong Zhen and others also began to bloom uncontrollably, as if the gold powder inside was moving abnormally.
At this moment, not only were the Buddhist beads in their hands, but there were two places in the main cave, which had abnormal movements.
One is the head of the golden Buddha; the other is the lotus inscription group on the dome. The latter is also golden.
Now, it turns out that there is also gold powder attached!
All the gold powder in the audience was ready to move.
The young man in Confucian clothes seemed to be smiling, holding the modified Eighteen Seeds in his hand, and admiring this masterpiece that was about to be completed with his eyes.
Seeing this, Madam Song asked in shock: "Do you know the secret gold? This is the top secret of this prison. How could you be so skillful!
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Old Ji rolled her eyes and couldn't help looking at Rong Zhen, thinking that it was her who leaked it.
But Rong Zhen was also confused in his face. He couldn't help but take out the Emerald Maitreya Buddha and looked down. He saw that the sword of the cauldron emitted a rich golden light, with more gold powder and higher purity.
Rong Zhen also seemed to be kept in the dark.
Everyone on the high platform heard the young young man in the Confucian shirt laughing:
"You call it a secret gold? I have never named it, but I just used it as a blood bronze substitute and found it from the North Sea."
After saying that, his palm turned eighteen seeds and said with a smile:
"As for why you are familiar with it, you don't play the rest.
"In addition, this new tripod sword is interesting, is it called [Emperor Wen]? Do you know that this sword falls into the hands of your Yin-Yang Qi Refiner, which is the most suitable for the Qi Refiner's Daozhi of this sword.
Can you tell which one?
"Forget it, look good, study hard."
After saying that, Yi Qianqiu, Madam Song and others exploded.
All the gold powder began to fly towards the eighteen seeds in Ouyang Rong's hands one by one.
Rong Zhen suddenly found that the light of the Emerald Buddha dimmed, as if he had been stolen from his control.
The young man in Confucian shirt was still dissatisfied. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand towards the Buddha, and grabbed it in the void.
With a roar, the Buddha made an abnormal movement.
Under the eyes, a golden Buddha head suddenly broke away from the Buddha's body, slowly emerged into the sky, shining brightly in all directions.
There was a golden powder falling off from the Buddha statue with kind eyebrows and kind faces, as if a golden rain was coming, and the golden dots flew into the eighteen seeds on Ouyang Rong's palm.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.
"He is stealing control of the Buddha!"
Madam Song reacted first and poked out her claws sinisterly. But the white jade Buddhist beads on her wrist suddenly appeared a phantom of a golden Kuixing Talisman.
This time, it was not the young man in Confucian shirt who turned into a phantom, but Madam Song turned into a phantom and passed through the former entity.
"Can scholars be called stealing?"
The young man in Confucian shirt smiled helplessly, holding Buddhist beads in his hand, slowly moving forward, ignoring her. This scene looked like he was walking through the lonely ghostly old eyes.
The figure of the Kuixing Talisman in Rong Zhen's hand also lit up, and golden light filled her petite body.
The young man in Confucian clothes slowly walked through the phantom of the girl in the palace dress, came to the under the inscription on the dome, and raised his head toward the lotus inscription on the top.
"Don't destroy it!"
Rong Zhen suddenly threw out the Buddha's body, the golden light disappeared, and she rushed forward with the silence.
The young man in Confucian clothes smiled unchanged. He pushed the girl in the palace outfit away and continued to stretch out his hand.
"Ouyang Lianghan!"
Rong Zhen suddenly pulled out a hairpin and stabbed it away with some sprint.
The young man in Confucian shirt curled his lips and was about to slap the wine pot. He lowered the [Machinery], but his palm suddenly suddenly fell into the air, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
Ouyang Rong returned with calm eyes.
An emerald hairpin was already inserted on his right shoulder by chance.
She was very short and could only reach his right shoulder with her raised hand.
Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at the position below his right shoulder that was in pain.
Rong Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect that he could get close to him. Just now, Madam Song and others could not get close to him.
The experience just now made people subconsciously think that the young man in Confucian clothes seemed invincible, and she never thought about using spiritual energy.
But this ordinary hairpin still hurt him.
Everyone's eyes fell on the bleeding shoulders of the young man in Confucian shirt who was quietly sitting there.
This is the first time he has seen blood when he shows up tonight.
Rong Zhenmuran fell to the ground and couldn't help but stretch out his little hand:
"I, I did not mean it——""
At this moment, in the bamboo courtyard in the distance, Wu Daozi suddenly pointed a brush in the air.
I saw the candle in the snow that was originally in the sky suddenly teleported beside Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen.
She took Ouyang Rong's face with a sword, and there was an extra Rong Zhen in the middle, and she would be penetrated by Zhishuang together.
Ouyang Rong suddenly reached out and grabbed Rong Zhen's palm that stretched forward.
The two seemed to hold hands.
The golden light bloomed between their fingers.
The candle in the snow that was stabbed in the sword passed through Rong Zhen's body and then through Ouyang Rong's body.
Wearing two people in a row.
But just as the two are about to separate.
The influence of the extra Rong Zhen, the golden light seemed to be insufficient. When the candle in the snow passed through the back of Ouyang Rong's head,
The golden light is exhausted.
Through the phantom of the two, they turned around in the air and slapped them with a backhand.
His fingertips streaked across the tip of his nose.
A bronze mask was shot down and flew into the air.
Ouyang Rong's hair was loose, and a handsome face suddenly appeared.
Everyone stayed in the audience.
Rong Zhen also stood still.
She saw that Ouyang Lianghan did not look back at the snow-capped candle, and her eyes were staring at her, but her eyes were still so calm.
It was the calm that she had secretly hated. Sometimes she hated him too rationally and could not see any emotion. I don’t know if it was pretending to be stupid or really indifferent.
Rong Zhen's hairpin fell to the ground and said tremblingly: "You - do you feel pain -
Ouyang Rong didn't say anything.
In the golden lotus inscription on the head, gold powder began to fall, as if it was raining golden.
He stood silently in the golden rain, and the "rain" sank into his palm one by one.
All the golden powder of the cauldrons entered the eighteen seeds.
Only then did Rong Zhen realize that she seemed to have misunderstood Ouyang Rong. He did not treat the white jade Buddhist beads like he had just treated.
The inscription of the lotus was crushed and gold powder was drawn. The inscriptions engraved with her and his name were still there, but the golden lotus turned into a white lotus, and the golden powder on the lotus fell like a scattered flower of the goddess. This scene was a bit dreamy and beautiful.
She looked at the blood-stained hairpin in her hand, and for a moment she regretted her heart. Even the Buddha Cauldron Sword at her feet was broken and failed, so she didn't have time to care.
It seemed that he had gained all his power. The eighteen seeds in Ouyang Rong's hands emitted an extremely dazzling golden light, proclaiming something.
At this time, [Master Works] arrived.
Go back.
You have to cut your head in the snow.
In the distance, Wu Daozi used a red pen to slap in the air again.
The figure of candle in the snow disappeared and appeared in another air.
After seeing Ouyang Rong's familiar face clearly, Xue Zhongzhu's body froze slightly, staring at the boy husband of Junior Sister Seventh.
Wei Shaoqi quickly met with the snow-club, with complex eyes:
[Masterpiece] It takes off like fireworks, and it is also a sword!
Wu Daozi took action again in the distance, and continued to dot and stroke in the ink painting that suddenly appeared in front of him.
Xue and Wei were about to borrow the old painter's formation and continue to move and avoid [Machinecraft].
On the platform below, Ouyang Rong didn't look at them or care about the bleeding wound on his right shoulder. When Rong Zhen shuddered off the hem of Zigui's skirt and was about to bandage it, he turned around and looked towards the floating piano box, silently
Extend your palm.
Today, the second bamboo tube flew out of the piano box and smashed open in the air. A ball of blood-colored spiritual ink condensed on the blood-stained fingertips of the young man in Confucian shirt.
He lowered his head, his fingertips with blood and ink, and wrote gently on the Confucian scriptures. After an instant, a page of paper was agilely separated from the Confucian scriptures, like a rescue order, shooting towards the golden Buddha head above.
At the same time, the eighteen seeds on Ouyang Rong's left palm that were transformed like a perfect masterpiece, burst out with dark golden light, covering Ouyang Rong's whole body.
He climbed up the steps and walked in the air, as if there was a long step in the air in front of him, walking all the way to the head of the Golden Buddha, looking down at everyone.
Everyone saw Ouyang Rong's face was cold and his voice was extremely small. Everyone below could not hear it at all. They only saw his mouth squirming, but in the next moment, an echo sounded in the head of the Golden Buddha.
The echo seems to be accompanied by the true sound of [Emperor Wen], which contains a sacred meaning, which resounds in everyone's ears:
"In a radius of hundreds of miles, Lingxu's forbidden steps, and the escape technique stops."
The next moment, it was like being subjected to the gravity of thousands of pounds.
The white dragon wandering flexibly, the candle in the snow flying with the sword, and the Wei Shaoqi who was cold and windy, fell to the ground,
Break out a deep pit.
The scroll in front of Wu Daozi suddenly shattered, and the brush flew away, and he couldn't move it with the painting. He looked strange and stood up in the bamboo courtyard.
Within a radius of hundreds of miles, birds fell like rain.
Unable to fly in the air.
There is no way to teleport.
The audience suddenly became silent.
The people locked on the ground raised their heads from all directions and looked at Ouyang Lianghan, the only hanging in the air in front of the golden Buddha's head above.
He stained the Confucian classics with blood, followed the words and the words contained the constitution of heaven.