Three hundred and sixtieth chapters three together
On the way to congratulate Demon Dao Qian Jiuyu, Wang Yuan expected to encounter such a sneak attack, but he did not expect that the person who attacked him was actually in the Ghost Gu stage among ghost cultivators, which is also the Kongming stage of Immortal Dao.
If Wang Yuan has some understanding of the realm of the Dacheng stage, but not that thoroughly, he knows the strength of the Kongming stage well.
Ever since his cultivation was unable to be brought to the forefront, he had been captured by monks from the Kong Ming Period, and had to be sacrificed to make elixirs. He suffered a lot of torture. If it weren't for the profound meaning of the "One Qi Transformation of Three Purities" spell, he would have been killed long ago.
The body essence dries up and dies.
As a ghost cultivator in the Kong Ming period, with Wang Yuan's current level of cultivation, as long as the other party refuses to show up, there is nothing he can do against him.
The tornado composed of ghosts roared and twisted, and the tearing power around it immediately destroyed the space. Wave after wave, the huge sound was filled with magical sounds, affecting the movements of the soul.
Wang Yuan sat cross-legged in the air, his whole body covered with curtains of light, like a real Buddha. His pure and peaceful aura emanated from his body, and under this eerie tornado array, he looked like a tinge of red in the snow.
At this moment, he was sitting and observing that he was a tall Arhat. Suddenly, the Arhat's appearance of heaven and earth appeared. The Arhat was stunned and furious. His hands were wrapped with large Buddhist beads, with Buddhist symbols flashing on them.
Arhat punched a tornado. In an instant, the tornado twisted for a while, and then turned into pieces of ghostly energy with a miserable sound.
Wang Yuan played the magic formula. The reason why he can cast Buddhist dharma is because the demon Buddha's avatar is connected. He also possesses the magic formula of "one Qi transforms three pure things", which is the general outline of Taoism. He can still perform simple Buddhist dharma.
Arrived.
The tall Arhat wrapped his arm around the beads and slammed into another tornado. However, with a "bang", the tornado was transformed by the Buddha energy contained in the beads, making a hissing sound.
The expression of the ghost cultivator in the dark Kongming period changed slightly, and he said: "I heard about Dong Yu's reputation. After disappearing for more than a hundred years, when he reappeared, his cultivation level had not improved, but I always felt that he understood his situation very deeply.
, every breath is controlled perfectly, even I feel that it is a pity to kill this son, a pity, a pity..."
Although this thought appeared, the ghost cultivator still did not change his mind. He wanted to take revenge on his disciples. Being able to get rid of such geniuses and seize the destiny from the dark world would be of great benefit to himself.
Arhat took long strides in the air, destroying a tornado with every step he took. Before long, dark clouds filled the sky, but all the power of the tornado was destroyed by Arhat.
Wang Yuan, who had closed his eyes tightly, suddenly opened his eyes, because the ghost cultivator appeared. Among all the cultivators, ghost cultivators are the best at hiding and saving lives. What's more, this is a ghost cultivator who has cultivated in the Kong Ming period. Wang Yuan and others
It's been a long time coming.
"Just come out!" Wang Yuan snorted coldly, and the jade ax hanging around his neck suddenly flew out. At this time, Wang Yuan also flew up, and the next moment he merged with the Arhat's body. In an instant, the Arhat was Wang Yuan, and Wang Yuan
That's Arhat.
With the blessing of the Buddhist jade axe, which is an important weapon to ward off evil, Arhat's power instantly increased. He roared loudly, held the giant axe, and struck with a fierce blow in the air!
With one blow, all evil spirits and heretics were destroyed, and the upright aura turned into a white rainbow, slashing towards the ghost cultivator who appeared in the shape of a half-moon.
This ghost cultivator is very old. Faced with Wang Yuan's axe, he can resist it with ease. Restraint is restraint. The difference in realm is too big and cannot be compensated by restraint.
I saw a black bead spit out from his mouth, like a steel bullet flying out, shooting towards the half-moon white rainbow. There was a "dang" sound, the steel bullet collapsed, and the white Changhong remained as powerful as a rainbow.
After spitting out the black bead, he opened his mouth and spit out a series of black beads, all of which shot towards Changhong.
clang clang clang.
I don't know whether this is a magic spell or a magic weapon. Although the black beads are not very powerful, they are extremely numerous. They just reduce the size of Changhong and the power is lost. Before they can get close to the old man, they disperse in mid-air.
The Arhat was furious. He clasped his hands together and then made a kneading seal. The "Demon Subjugation Seal", "Wisdom Seal", "Supreme Seal", "Causation Seal" and many other Buddhist seals came out of his hands. The whole sky looked like a Buddhist missionary place.
Bursts of Buddha's voice came from the distant void, Buddha's light illuminated the world in all directions, and Buddhist buildings slowly fell from the sky into the distance.
At this time, the old ghost cultivator was slightly moved. He was thinking that if Dong Yu didn't know how to use Buddhism and didn't have Buddhist magic weapons, he could kill him with a wave of his hand.
Buddhism pays attention to fate, and it is also said that everyone is equal. Monks of all walks of life can put down their butcher's knife and become a Buddha. In other words, the Buddha's teachings can be understood instantly. This is the mystery of Buddhism.
The butcher's knife in his hand cannot be dropped, but Wang Yuan has long chosen to practice counter-cultivation, and there is no resistance to practicing Buddhism. However, his Buddhism is the weakest compared to himself.
At this moment, the weakest clone played a surprising role in winning.
"Sky Splitting Needle!"
Countless black needles suddenly flew out of the sleeves of the old ghost cultivator. This was a set of magic weapons that the old man had practiced for a long time. It contained extremely heavy resentment. If it stabbed other people, it would immediately affect the other person's soul.
idea.
The old man offered such an evil magic weapon, obviously he regarded Wang Yuan as a rival of the same level and did not dare to look down upon him.
Arhat held a giant ax and struck at the head of the old ghost cultivator. However, Arhat was stunned, and countless black spots suddenly appeared all over his body. They were small holes, and the evil wind roared out of the small holes. They were injured somehow by the old man's magic weapon.
arrive.
Arhat's laws of heaven and earth were destroyed one after another. Wang Yuan jumped and flew several miles away, looking at the ghost cultivator coldly.
"This person is probably worried that he will suffer some losses due to my dying counterattack. If my thoughts can be activated, I can really escape without a trace. After all, I have two Buddhist magic weapons, which can restrain him the most." Wang Yuan muttered silently.
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However, his thoughts about life and death were dry, and he could not activate them at all. He could not run away even if he wanted to. The old ghost cultivator did not know about Wang Yuan's thoughts.
The "Sky-Splitting Needles" were neatly wrapped around the old man's body. These black needles were all black and shiny, flashing with a frightening cold light.
Suddenly, the old man activated his thoughts. In the dark clouds above his head, there was a scene of doomsday. Time and space were annihilated, volcanoes erupted, and the ground collapsed. The destructive power of this doomsday was the old man's thoughts.
Such thoughts are extremely powerful, and the old man can realize that his own circumstances and talents must also be transcendent.
This thought acted on the magic weapon. Immediately, the black needle emitted a monstrous aura and flew out fiercely, aiming directly at Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan's eyebrows felt sore, with a dry feeling that he couldn't control with his own thoughts, and a feeling of being targeted by countless black needles.
The glacier poured down from the nine heavens and spread out in front of him. He quickly blocked it in front of him. If he was pricked by these black needles containing thoughts, he would definitely be caught by the old man.
Puff puff puff!
The dark clouds of black needles penetrated into the glacier, instantly turning the glacier into a sieve. The glacier only broke some of the black needles, and also consumed several percent of the power of some of the black needles, but more black needles flew out, heading towards the galloping river.
Wang Yuan, who retreated, chased after him.
"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate."
A high-pitched Buddha's chant shook the sky, and a golden giant palm was shot in the air. This palm was derived from the "Devil-Conquering Seal". When Wang Yuan just activated it, it was not as pure and majestic as this palm.
The golden palm seemed to push away the sky and arrived here from the other side. With one palm fall, all the black needles were extinguished, and bursts of black energy flew out from under the palm.
Wang Yuan immediately stopped and looked towards the horizon unexpectedly. There was a figure approaching quickly. He looked more and more familiar. Until the Buddhist cultivator approached, Wang Yuan started to laugh.
"Donor, you are well." Zhixuan walked over with a gentle smile. Under his feet was a piece of bamboo, which was the "One Reed Crossing the River" of Buddhist practice.
When old friends meet, they naturally have a lot to say, but first they have to deal with the old ghost cultivator.
"Master Zhixuan, why isn't your junior brother Hui Ben with you?" Wang Yuan thought that the two of them had never been separated, and Zhixuan was not seen at this moment.
"Look there." Zhixuan smiled mysteriously and pointed at the old ghost cultivator.
At this time, a strong man exuding Buddha aura suddenly appeared behind the old ghost cultivator, and slapped him with a stick. The old ghost cultivator was shocked. The ghost aura protecting his body was no match for the stick, and he was shot away.
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Fortunately, the old ghost cultivator has a profound realm and can control ghost energy very well. When the ghost energy protecting the body was scattered, his body immediately turned into a dark cloud and flew into the sky very quickly.
Hui Ben took back his magic stick, pointed at the old ghost cultivator and shouted: "Where did the devil come from? Please die quickly!"
The hot-tempered Hui Ben likes to fight, and he also likes to kill demons and demons. Fortunately, he is guarded by his senior brother Zhixuan. Otherwise, Hui Ben may have been replaced by the desire to kill and become an angry Buddhist cultivator.
Wang Yuan and Zhixuan flew over to meet Hui Ben. Hui Ben respected Wang Yuan very much and knew some of Wang Yuan's secrets. He bowed and said: "Donor, this young monk has looked up to you very much. For more than a hundred years,
Come, your reputation has spread throughout Dongsheng Divine Continent, and everyone knows about it."
Not only Dong Yu's name, but also Wang Yuan's face was imprinted on the jade slip, becoming a treasure that was being sold in major cultivation cities. It is said that a jade slip with Wang Yuan's face printed on it was sold for 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones!
Of course, Wang Yuan didn't know this.
Wang Yuan cupped his fists and bowed to his two friends: "The two masters will help me kill this person first, and then the three of us will get together again."
Only Wang Yuan could invite these two Buddhist cultivators who had cultivated in the secret realm, and only he could invite the Buddhist cultivators to kill people together.
Zhixuan said to Amitabha Buddha. He did not like to kill living beings. He clasped his hands together and recited the name of the Buddha.
However, Hui Ben immediately nodded and said: "All the monsters and ghosts in the mortal cities that the young monk passed by on his way here have been eliminated. If we get rid of this ghost today, the merits of the young monk will be filled with his whole body."
Two real Buddhist cultivators, and Wang Yuan, a half-hearted Buddhist cultivator with powerful magic weapon, joined forces, and the ghost cultivator in the empty and dark stage will also have to weigh it.
The old ghost cultivator appeared from the dark clouds in the air and frowned. He was not an extreme person. Today, the three opponents had completely defeated him. It seemed uneconomical to bring him in for the sake of his apprentice's revenge. He looked at it coldly.
Looking at Wang Yuan, he snorted coldly, turned invisible and ran away.