Auntie Die is no match for Master Konghuan; although the Butterfly God in her body is stronger than Zhu Tong's, it is far inferior to the Butterfly God three months ago. The most powerful Heart Training Flame cannot be used yet. The Butterfly Mask contains
His magical power can only be used 30%.
In addition, he was weak due to the injury just now, and he did not dare to take any moves. He could only rely on his light body skills to dodge in the waves of fist power.
Zhu Tong became Aunt Die's biggest burden. On the one hand, she had to dodge, but she also had to protect Zhu Tong from being snatched away or injured by the old monk. She only managed a few moves and was almost hit.
Master Kong Huan's vision was so sharp that he immediately saw her weakness and attacked Zhu Tong with every move, leading Auntie Die to fight him head-on.
This was going to be fatal. Auntie Die used her woodcutter to block two attacks, but the woodcutter was knocked away. Kong Huan was full of energy and punched out with both fists. One punch blocked Auntie Die from the circle, and the other hit her firmly.
Wish Tong Chest.
Auntie Die screamed, her left hand flashed with black light, and she rushed towards Konghuan desperately. She was completely risking her life for her life. She thought that Zhu Tong would become a useless person even if he did not die; although the friendship between the two did not count,
However, the Miao people have a chivalrous nature and are willing to sacrifice everything for their friends.
A smile appeared on Kong Huan's face, he turned around and flashed Aunt Die's left hand, his Fuhu Fist turned into a curling finger, and pointed at Aunt Die's eyebrows.
Auntie Die learned all her moves on her own, using her old body skills. Without the cooperation of Butterfly God, she would be no match for the Buddhist Kung Fu that has soaked in the fighting world for thousands of years. Seeing the empty fingertips gradually getting bigger, she closed her eyes in despair and waited for death.
However, this finger has not yet arrived.
Auntie Die's right hand was held, and the connection between the butterfly gods made her understand that this hand belonged to Zhu Tong.
Opening his eyes, Kong Huan held his fingers and retreated to the redwood tree. Zhu Tong turned the black needle with his right hand and looked at her with a smile: "Aunt Die, are you okay?"
"You are not dead..." Aunt Butterfly looked at him and suddenly stopped talking, her eyes shining with surprise. She just realized that the White Butterfly God in her body quickly moved to the palms of the clasped hands, and connected with Zhu.
The childhood black butterfly god hugged each other.
Auntie Butterfly had a clever mind and stuffed the divine amber into the Laogong acupuncture point in the palms of their hands. The two black and white butterfly gods moved in, and the fresh air of hunting and hunting flowed around them with the fragrance of flowers. They felt that the sky was vast and the sky was high, and they were ethereal.
"Hush! Even if the people in the Zhu family die, they will not be so cowardly." Zhu Tong put his fingers in front of his eyes and said to the sky, "Monk, come again, let us learn the magic skills of the Golden Buddha. As long as you can beat us, Dragon and Phoenix
The star is yours."
"Are you serious?" Kong Huan just took the injection and felt nothing strange except the excruciating pain. He was confident that Zhu Tong's kung fu was mediocre, and he even hit him on the chest, although it felt a little strange...
...; What are you afraid of? He can't become a spirit at such a young age, so it would be easier to deal with the woman with the butterfly mask.
"I am the head of the Zhu Sect, and I must keep my word. Unlike some eminent monks who appear to be kind and sanctimonious, but do some sneaky things." Zhu Tong straightened his back and looked noble.
But he looked at Suowonda Living Buddha worriedly: "You won't be like him, right?"
"I don't care about your business. Remember, you will take three more moves from me later." Suowanda took two steps back and looked at Zhu Tong with interest. The living Buddha saw and listened to the palm that Kong Huan hit him.
In his ears, he was surprised that Zhu Tong was unharmed. At this moment, Zhu Tong seemed a little interesting in his eyes.
"In this case, the poor monk has been offended. Amitabha, look at the pestle!"
Kong Huan chanted the Buddha's name, pulled it up on the spot, used his left hand as a fist, and held out an ebony pestle with his right hand, shaking out phantoms to cover it.
The energy within a three-foot radius was surging, and only then could one see the true power of the eminent Buddhist monk.
Zhu Tong floats with the strong wind, like a butterfly in the wind without any weight.
Auntie Butterfly danced with him, clinging to Zhu Tong like a little woman. The two of them held hands and rotated around the sky, looking really cool in the light and shadow of the red lantern. She was so drunk by the sight of Suowonda Living Buddha that she wished she could immediately
Join the battle group and have a fun fight.
After ten moves, the true energy in Zhu Tong's body and Auntie Butterfly were perfectly integrated into one place, and he could move without any worries. He screamed excitedly, flashed a black needle in his right hand, and said to Kong Huan, whose face was pale and pale: "Monk, look
Needle."
Then, there was nothing else in front of Kong Huan's eyes. The black needles went from one to two, then three, then five, and then a black shadow, and finally wrapped him in the middle like a black mist.
Kong Huan can only dance the ebony medicine pestle into a circle, cover himself in it, and guard the door; this is the Buddhist magic golden bell cover, which is to use the posture of a shrinking turtle to resist the irresistible needle shadow in Zhu Tong's hand.
The time was so long, and every second felt like unbearable torture to him; this feeling was already very unfamiliar to him, just like the regret rising in his heart, which he had experienced decades ago.
He simply couldn't understand what was happening around him. Zhu Tong and the woman in black were obviously second-rate players, but when combined, they became powerful first-rate masters. He simply couldn't see that Auntie Die only followed Zhu Tong and did not attack.
Everything is just Zhu Tong alone and the power of a needle.
After all, Kong Huan was a senior expert and knew that continuing like this would lead to a dead end. He threw away the ebony pestle, turned his hands over and stretched them forward into the palms of the vase. With a loud shout, he used a trick that forced Zhu Tong to compete with his internal strength.
"Haha, it's late, please, monk."
Zhu Tong and Auntie Die fell three meters away. They looked at Konghuan with a smile. They used their hands to guide them indifferently. A treasure bottle-like Qi stick passed between the two of them and hit a bush behind them, sweeping out a large
A mess.
"The poor monk has not lost yet."
Kong Huan was not convinced, So Wenda Tulku grabbed him and said, "You have lost, look." He clicked on his chest.
There is a large Chinese character in ancient seal script, written in his own blood.
Kong Huan touched his earlobe, and it was indeed wet.
"Kong Huan, you shouldn't have crazy thoughts or anger." Suowonda said solemnly: "Master Zhu is right, treasures should not be collected, let alone enshrined. In the hands of Master Zhu, the Dragon Tiger Star
Only by using the smallest speck of dust can the greatest effect be exerted. The Buddha once sacrificed his life to feed an eagle, but he regarded the skin as lighter than a mote of dust. What Buddhist disciples should inherit is the Buddha's emptiness and wisdom on life and death, and his compassionate heart to save all sentient beings, not
What are the superficial appearances of the golden body of the relic? With a single thought and a pure mind, observe all phenomena as if they are illusory and transformed, following the circumstances."
The illusion was like lightning striking the top of the head, and the monk's clothes were wet with sweat. He sat in meditation on the spot without saying a word or a deed.
Zhu Tong did not dare to let go of Auntie Die's hand, and said to Suo Wengda: "The Living Buddha has such a clear understanding, the promise of three moves..."
"The three-move agreement still has to be fought. I wish you all the best, the bamboo Taoist priest has left. From now on, you will be Suowunda's Dharma mirror. The victory or defeat is as clear as clouds with me. The faster the fight, the better. Om, mani,
Padme, hum! The first move, sea of fire!"
The sea of fire is turning, it’s turning around, why don’t you run away!
Zhu Tong had experienced the feeling of turning in a snow pit, so he picked up Auntie Die and ran away.
But it was too late. No matter how far they flew, a strange light flashed around them, and everything from the sky to the land was covered in blazing flames.
If you are a Bamboo Taoist priest, you will definitely be able to see that all this is half an illusion, and half is the powerful cultivation of Suowonda Living Buddha with the Moluo Hell Seal, blessing the space gathering formed by the fire elements in nature.
Tibetan secrets believe that everything in the world is composed of earth, fire, water, wind and space. This is also the basis of the cultivation of Suowonda Living Buddha. The snow pit just now was turned into water element to bless the origin, and the sea of fire at this moment was turned into fire element.
To support the origin, the essence is still the same.
The bamboo Taoist priest is not deceived because he has a strong Taoist heart and is not deceived by external demons. He can break this trick with the Taoist technique of yin and yang and five elements.
However, Zhu Tong and Aunt Die are not as advanced as the Bamboo Taoist priests. Although they are powerful together with Aunt Die, they only rely on the magical power of the Butterfly God at a certain level; they cannot see through the illusion in front of them at all.
Moreover, hot air flowed across the sea of fire. Over time, the two little butterfly gods were afraid of heat and cold, and shrank into a ball in the divine amber. Along with this, the movements of Zhu Tong and Aunt Die also gradually slowed down.
Zhu Tong's temperament has never been to wait for death, and he knew that the more calm he had to be at this time; he took out Qiyousan, spread it on his hand, and struck it out with one palm.
Several angry flames burst out from the sea of fire, and rolled towards him. The heat wave hit him, and Zhu Tong quickly retreated.
Take a closer look: Although the sea of fire made him feel hot, his clothes were not burned.
Maybe, although it looks very powerful here, it is actually not as good as the sea of fire that the Miao people used to burn charcoal in the square!
Zhu Tong had an uncertain realization in his heart: Could it be that the sea of fire around him was also fake? Is Suowonda Living Buddha using illusions to deceive? The snow pit just turned around...
The little liar loves scams the most, and has never experienced this level of deception. So, curiosity outweighed fear, and he led Auntie Butterfly to throw herself into the fire, and stretched out the dragon star to the brightest point in the sea of fire.
The brightest place in the sea of fire is the core of the fire, where the strong wind is surging, and these are Suowonda's eyes.
Living Buddha didn't know how Zhu Tong found his true body. He saw the black dragon star peeking out, and the cold current piercing the flames. Thinking that Zhu Tong had seen through the depth of the sea of fire, he laughed and dodged to avoid the Moro Prison Seal.
Close up and put away the sea of fire.
He didn't know that the black needle actually had no power at all, and that with just a flick, the little liar's temptation could be resolved.
The cold wind from Nanhua Mountain blew away the sea of fire. Zhu Tong took a long breath and saw Suowonda again and the red lantern in his hand.
Auntie Die originally thought she was going to be burned to death, but she didn’t expect Zhu Tong to be so capable, and she didn’t expect Zhu Tong to say something as soon as he came out of the sea of fire:
"Living Buddha, you are lying."
"Liar?" Suowonda thought for a moment and smiled: "It turns out that the bamboo Taoist priest is right. Master Zhu is really an amazing Dharma mirror."
"What did the Bamboo Taoist say?" Zhu Tong immediately thought that it was not by chance that Suowonda found him, nor for Liu Yilan, nor even for the Golden Buddha Sect.
"Kong Huan, you go first; Suowanda and Master Zhu have two more tricks. With your cultivation, those who watch will be troubled." Suowanda did not answer Zhu Tong, but wanted to send Master Kong Huan away.
Kong Huan had no choice but to say "Amitabha", picked up the big fire wheel and Wuwei monk one by one in one hand, and turned around. Before leaving, he glanced at Zhu Tong, with a look of reluctance.