Willow leaves sway wildly and peach petals fly away.
The "Seven Treasures Demon Binding Array" flips over like a top.
The array dazzled with golden light, and the golden light generated strong energy, and the strong energy turned into dragon whirls. The dragon whirls wrapped around the leaves in the forest, soared up, and after reaching a height of several feet, they could no longer sustain themselves, and started to fall down one after another. Like green emerald green. Smokey red rain fell into the green grass.
The five monks and two nuns all held a Zen staff in one hand and raised the other hand in front of their chests. Their eyes were slightly open and their lips were trembling. A chanting sound like the humming of mosquitoes and flies poured out from the seven people:
The sutra is not long, with thirty-three words in total, and is exactly the "Mantra of the Seven Buddhas to Extinguish Sins". But it is connected from beginning to end and recited repeatedly, but it seems endless, making people feel peaceful and peaceful. I can't help but kneel in front of the Buddha. Give up all the three souls and seven souls, pickled skins and bags, so that you can purify your sins and take refuge in the Three Jewels.
The original meaning of this sutra is to eliminate guilt, sin, and pray for blessings, which has incredible merits and virtues. The blessing of the seven-jeweled Zen staff and the power of piety and aspiration are the only way to restrain all demons and monsters.
Liu Xiaomu was trapped in the formation, feeling as if he had fallen into the boundless world of golden light. He didn't know where he was, and there was no direction up or down. He used the "Xiaoyao Yufeng" movement technique and sprinted in one direction. After a long time, he was still the same. It is a golden fog barrier. It is vague and has no boundaries, which makes people feel helpless from the bottom of their hearts. It seems that it is impossible to escape in this life. Only by taking refuge in Buddhism can we find the way to liberation.
Liu Xiaomu stood up with his feet closed, already dripping with sweat. Not only had his internal energy been depleted a lot from the random tossing, but his body was also very sleepy. He just wanted to fall asleep. But in this weird formation at the moment, God knows what murderous intention is lurking in it? As soon as she relaxed a little, a monk or nun took the opportunity to break in, break the demon pill she had worked so hard to refine, and then follow the Zhoutian acupoints to disperse her Yin Yuan Qi. Then the magic pill she had accumulated over hundreds of years was broken. All your cultivation will be wasted...
Thinking of this, Liu Xiaomu couldn't help but feel excited. When he put his hands on the ground, he accidentally touched the "Chaoyin Bell" mother clock. As soon as his eyes turned, he came up with an idea:
Since she can't find a way to break the formation from the inside out, she may be able to borrow external force to remove one or two of the seven monks and nuns. Then the formation will be in chaos and the formation will be defeated. She can escape by herself, and she will not be able to spare these ambushes. Monks and nuns!
So Liu Xiaomu didn't hesitate anymore, took off the Chaoyin Bell and fastened it on her pink neck. Her slender lips fluttered, and her breath condensed in her throat. Immediately, there was a strange fluctuation, slowly swinging out from the Chaoyin Bell and passing to a "Zi Zhong" ":
"Little Taoist! My aunt is outside the temple and is trapped by the formation of monks and nuns. Since you are the 'middleman', how can you sit back and watch Taiwei Palace go back on its promise? I hope you will take care of the friendship of fellow Taoists and come to rescue me quickly. As for Zoroastrianism and Taiwei I won't bother you with how to end the palace..."
However, after sending three messages, there was no response at all.
Liu Xiaomu then remembered that the little Taoist priest once threw the tide clock at her in a fit of anger. After she caught it smoothly, she put it back to the couch in the small room. Since the little Taoist priest hated her for peeking into his thoughts, how could he still wear it with him as usual? ?I'm afraid I'm lucky that I didn't throw it away... Now that I can't call the little Taoist priest, and I can't find any help, is Zoroastrianism really going to be destroyed today?
Liu Xiaomu was just thinking about it when he suddenly felt that the golden world was suddenly shaken. The originally illusory golden mist barrier became rich and heavy, and his whole body began to be squeezed by the golden mist, gradually becoming overwhelmed. First, his knees softened, and he couldn't help but fall to his knees. then the head, neck, and arms seemed to be bearing a huge pressure, unable to withstand the squeezing force of the golden mist, and were about to press toward the ground.
No matter how the Yin Yuan Qi flows in the body, it can't break away from this ubiquitous force. The Fox Clan is not known for its strength. At this time, it is restrained by this strange golden mist and cannot move at all. I know that if I
If you are crushed to the ground, it won't take long before you turn into a pile of flesh. At that time, your body and soul will be destroyed. Even if you have a Taoist skill, your dream will eventually come to nothing...
Thinking of this, Liu Xiaomu used his little remaining strength to activate the Chaoyin bell again, and said to the other "zi-bell": "Xiao Man, hurry up...please ask that little Taoist priest...to save me! Outside the main hall
, In the peach forest... my aunt... can't hold it any longer..."
After that, just hearing the sound of "clang", Chaoyin Bell and Liu Xiaomu fell down together. Liu Xiaomu fell to the ground and turned his back to the sky. All his limbs and torso were imprisoned on the ground by the golden mist. Even if he wanted to lift a finger, he could not do anything.
!
Everything she could see was still boundless golden mist. The golden mist became more and more solid, like layers of heavier loess, pressing on her body, making her breathless.
Under the heavy pressure, the ribs between her chest began to make tiny sounds, as if they would break at some moment and insert themselves into her internal organs, swallowing up her vitality bit by bit.
Outside the golden mist, there was a burst of extremely proud laughter: "Haha! Holy aunt! What about the demon cultivator? How can you escape the 'Seven Treasures Demon Binding Array'? How can you withstand the Buddhist weapon 'Nirvana Pagoda'?
?!Uh hahahaha!”
Thin lines of blood began to ooze out of Liu Xiaomu's ears, but her wild laughter was like thousands of steel needles, still causing pain in her brain. Even though her eyes were wide open with anger, no sound came out of her mouth, only from her lips.
In the shape, two characters can be vaguely discerned: "Wang! Jin!"
The grass is divided and its petals fall off in the wind.
At this moment, a sword shadow suddenly flew towards him and penetrated the sleepless monk's right shoulder without any hesitation.
The sleepless monk was in pain. He shook the Zen staff in his hand and almost threw it away. He quickly handed the staff to his left hand. He immediately stopped saying the "Seven Buddhas' Mantra to Extinguish Crime" and just bared his teeth. He endured the severe pain in his right shoulder, but
I didn't dare to act rashly. I was afraid that the formation would be broken up and the holy girl would be let go.
The owner of the long sword had also rushed over. He pulled out the Xuantong sword, muttered in annoyance, "It's gone astray," and was about to stab the sleepless monk in the back of the heart.
"You dare!"
Wang Jin noticed it immediately, stood up, used his sword to fend off his attack, and shouted angrily: "You little thief is so brave, how dare you chase me here! I originally wanted to let you go, but since you are stubborn and have come here to die yourself,
I will fulfill your wish first, and then slowly concoct this monster!"
The visitor is Yang Chaoxi.
Just now he ran out of Mingde Palace. From a distance, he saw flying flowers and leaves, and dragons whirling into the sky. He immediately identified the direction and ran quickly.
After running through the forest and trees, he came closer and saw Liu Xiaomu lying in the center of a golden formation, with blood stains oozing from his seven orifices, and his expression was in unbearable pain. Five monks and two nuns were surrounding him, holding Zen staffs in their hands.
He recited the scriptures orally without any compassion on his face.
What's even more hateful is Wang Jin, who is holding an exquisite little purple-gold tower. The tower is filled with seven-color precious light, which is continuously shot into the formation. The precious light is like an invisible iron gauze, covering Liu Xiaomu's body layer by layer, weighing her down.
The skirt and shirt are tightly wrapped, and the breath is like a gossamer.
Yang Chaoxi was immediately furious. As his inner breath surged, a lot of innate and acquired Qi came out of his pores, along his arm, and poured into the Xuantong sword. He immediately raised the sword and threw it towards the back of the nearest monk, but it was about to
First attack and kill one person, disrupt the formation, and then take the opportunity to drag Liu Xiaomu out.
Unexpectedly, the long sword was carried away by the strong wind and missed by a few inches, but it pierced the monk's shoulder. The monk was very strong, and he endured the pain and changed the Zen staff to his left hand. The formation only caused a ripple, and then it started again.
In perfect condition.
A sneak attack with the sword failed, but Wang Jin was already furious. He immediately put Zijin Xiaota in his arms, drew out the Shadow Bearing Sword from behind, and struck at Yang Chaoxi.
Yang Chaoxi saw that he was about to use the sword again, but he was not afraid of the reaction: he had just fought with Wang Jin, but he was not completely happy yet; and he had just gained some insights into the purpose of Wuwei Sword. Who knew that this would happen?
Wang Jin walked away as soon as he said so, completely ignoring the feeling of his claws scratching his heart. At this time, chasing him here was not only to save people, but also to fight against him. He really killed two birds with one stone.
Seeing the Chengying Sword swinging towards him, Yang Chaoxi closed his eyes, as if waiting for death, and quietly felt the subtle sound of the sword cutting through the east wind, cutting off peach branches, and cutting through petals.
When the murderous aura pressed in front of him, his feet had already gathered strength, and with a diagonal turn, his body narrowly avoided the strike. Immediately, his right wrist quickly flipped, and the Xuantong sword jumped upwards, turning over.
The ridge of the Chengying Sword was slashed diagonally, and a cloud of sparks immediately exploded.
"Bang ding!" The sound was clearer and clearer, but the ending sound was short, as if he had suddenly become mute.
Yang Chaoxi felt something was wrong, but when he took a closer look, there was another gap on one side of the Xuantong sword!
The Chengying Sword is indeed a famous sword from ancient times. I don’t know how the ancestors forged it. It has been passed down for thousands of years and has been handed down to this day. The spine of the sword alone can break apart ordinary weapons. If the sword blade is faced again, I don’t know.
The Xuantong Sword in his hand can still withstand several rounds.
Thinking of this, Yang Chaoxi was not discouraged. Since Wang Jin wanted to show off the power of his weapons, he used his sword skills to deal with it. Whenever he used his sword again, he would avoid its edge and use defense as offense, which seemed passive and useless.
But it's very effective.
However, after fighting for a few breaths, Wang Jin became irritable again. He was almost jumping up and down in response to his shrinking style. He couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Little thief, your shrinking swordsmanship must be Li Changyuan's unique skill."
?As expected, every teacher must have his disciples, and they are all greedy for life and afraid of death."
Yang Chaoxi knew that he wanted to use a method to provoke the general, so he suppressed his anger and said: "Old thief, you are just borrowing the power of the sword to dare to speak so brazenly here. How many moves can you defeat me with your bare hands?"
Wang Jin has been in power for a long time. How has he ever encountered such a junior who was so rude and contradictory? He was so angry that he was so angry. Looking at the "Seven Treasures Demon Binding Formation", the golden mist barrier gradually became thinner. The holy man who was lying in the center of the formation was almost dying.
Sister, there are signs of recovery. Then you know that without the suppression of "Nirvana Pagoda", trying to kill the holy girl is nothing more than a dream.
Then he looked at Yang Chaoxi with more murderous intent and hatred. Then he took out another sword and struck Yang Chaoxi's lower abdomen: "Whether it is the power of the weapon or the strength of the sword, you can see clearly, little thief."
!Lest I get to the bottom of the spring and say that I, Wang Jin, won’t win with force! Huh!”
This sword stirred up the true anger, but also unleashed the majestic power of the "Wandering Dragon Sword Technique".
The Shadow-bearing Sword was like a dragon entering the clouds, disappearing into the invisible, leaving only a sword chant that resounded through the forest. The sword chant was driven by the Taoist inner breath, cold and aloof, lasting for a long time, but the direction of the sword could not be discerned.
Yang Chaoxi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt a destructive aura of killing, pushing towards him. It was like thousands of troops and horses rushing towards him, which made people feel weak and frightened. A clear realization flashed in his heart: Maybe there are only corpses.
How can a general who emerged from mountains and seas of blood have such a terrifying momentum?
In the midst of lightning and flint, the tip of the Shadow Bearing Sword appeared three feet in front of him. Such an unexpected sword was already too late to dodge.
"puff!"
Yang Chaoxi only felt a pain in his lower abdomen. Although the Shadow-bearing Sword failed to break through the Xuansi soft armor, it shot a sword energy into his Qihai acupoint, causing all the inner breath to stagnant. The "One" that had just been launched
The "Wei Crossing the River" movement technique was also drained of all strength in an instant. His feet gave out and he immediately fell to the ground.
Wang Jin saw that his face was pale and his whole body was twitching. He knew that the blow just now had severely injured the little thief, so he sneered again at the corner of his mouth.
Chengying Sword was raised again, and he was about to cut off the little thief's head with one strike, but he heard Zen Master Kuzhu say in shock:
"Master Palace Envoy! Come and help! This monster is charging into the battle with brute force, and the poor monk and the others are about to be unable to support it!"
Wang Jin then put away his sword and turned around, took out the "Nirvana Pagoda" again, and ran towards the array.