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Suowonda's spiritual cultivation is already very advanced. In order to exercise this wonderful cultivation power, he once spent ten years in retreat and meditated. When he came out of retreat, he could sense the eighteen diamonds, thirty-six hands, and seventy-six hands at the same time.
Two legs, one hundred and eight ways to change the Dharma.
It is easy to say, but this is the biggest point in Tantric practice. It is easy to visualize a chicken and one person. Visualizing two chickens and two people at the same time requires taking care of all the details at the same time. It is different from writing with both hands at the same time.
The words are the same and require hard practice.
Suowonda's cultivation power has reached the point where he can visualize the dharma of all heavens at the same time. The cultivation power and tolerance required are astonishingly powerful.
After the battle with the Bamboo Taoist Hongyun Jinding, Suowonda even combined all the dharma into a perfect and exquisite pearl.
At this moment, the living Buddha felt weak; Zhu Tong, who was trapped in the spirit circle, was a human spirit, and all kinds of hallucinations were abnormally vivid. There was only one Linglong Pearl, and it gradually could not keep up with Zhu Tong's increasingly larger flow of thoughts.
If it was just to subdue Zhu Tong, Suowonda could easily defeat the little liar with a sneak attack after using his spiritual transformation to trap Zhu Tong; but such a victory would be meaningless to Suowonda.
Suddenly, the scene changed again. Zhu Tong was sitting on the podium talking nonsense, with tens of thousands of audience members in the audience.
Zhu Tong coughed dryly, and the audience burst into applause. Zhu Tongyou coughed dryly, and the audience burst into warm applause again.
Suddenly, Zhu Tong turned into Suowonda's appearance, standing on the red cloud golden summit, facing the bamboo Taoist priest's half-foot long bamboo sword.
Suowanda shook his head, and the Hongyun Jinding Station was a gateway for him; Zhu Tong seemed to have stolen a little bit...
Before Suowonda Living Buddha could make any move, the red cloud golden roof was replaced by mushroom rock, and the bamboo Taoist priest and Liu Yilan stood in the wind, fluttering like gods.
The living Buddha finally couldn't keep the clarity in his heart, and was led by the little liar into the mushroom rock last night, and into the sad and beautiful scene before the bamboo Taoist ascended to the sky.
Every word and deed of Taoist Bamboo, every move of Master Yu Xuan and Elder Huo flew out of the living Buddha's heart through spiritual transformation, allowing Zhu Tong to see and hear the scene at that time; Liu Yilan followed Taoist Bamboo's red thread
, with the dreamy flute sound floating between the two of them.
The reflection of the waves, the bamboo Taoist's miserable last move, was also displayed in front of Zhu Tong's eyes.
If Zhu Tong had experience, he could break through the living Buddha's mysterious spiritual transformation by just moving three steps at this time, and could even defeat Suowonda before he could regain his lost mind.
Helpless, the bamboo Taoist priest's flute sound was too beautiful and light. Zhu Tong looked at the bright smile of the bamboo Taoist priest in the starry sky, and even shed two lines of pure tears.
Due to this moment of silence, Suowonda turned around first from Zhu Tong and broke into a cold sweat. He knew that if Zhu Tong continued to think like this, he would be the first to be exhausted.
"How smart." The Living Buddha praised in admiration, stretched out a finger, pricked his fingertip, shot three drops of blood into the Linglong Pearl, and whispered the mantra: "Hum!"
The soul was overflowing with blood, and demons were flying around, bringing Zhu Tong and Aunt Die to the highest place, where Ye'er and Wang Xiangjian were.
Ye'er's clothes were torn off, her hair was torn off, and her fingers were bitten; the same was true for Wang Xiangjian, who kept wailing as he was tortured.
Auntie Die shouted: "Yu Fei."
Zhu Tong shouted: "Don't go."
But Auntie Die was already crazy, and she shot out a few green lights from her hand, which really made Zhu Tong feel the burning pain.
Zhu Tong was not paying attention, and the green light penetrated into his body and went up along the meridians.
Is this Auntie Die's unique Heart Training Flame? The two people's hands finally separated, the divine amber rolled to the ground, and the two butterfly gods returned to their true bodies.
Auntie Butterfly jumped up desperately, her butterfly mask fell to the ground, and held onto the divine amber.
Zhu Tong had no choice but to shoot the dragon needle he had been holding at Auntie Die. She screamed and fell into the depths of the black mist.
The black mist closed, and Zhu Tong could no longer feel Auntie Die's position. The green light was close to her chest, and was reduced by the strong infuriating power of the Phoenix mask until it was extinguished.
He shouted several times, but only echoes came, and the surroundings were absolutely silent; a deep loneliness emerged from deep in his heart. Although walking in the rivers and lakes is dangerous, the most fearful thing is the loneliness in wandering.
In order to dilute loneliness and find a little warmth, was he so debauched? Zhu Tongzheng thought about it.
A lamp sent a little warmth through the dark fog. Zhu Tong looked for it and walked into a thatched house. The oil lamp was hung on the wooden beam inside the thatched house.
Next to the dilapidated bed, the old liar was holding a one-year-old child in his arms. His facial features were so familiar.
There was a dignified young woman lying on the bed; oh, she looked sick, and there was blood on her chest.
Strange, what kind of clothes are they wearing?
Zhu Tong has never seen the old liar so young, wearing such clothes and with a belt tied around his waist.
A man in black walked in outside the door. Why did he look similar to Lan Zhanjiang? There was another person behind him, ah, that was Mei Ye.
What were they talking about? When Zhu Tong walked in, the surroundings were still quiet. No one could see him, and no one paid attention to him. They were only talking to each other.
The oil lamp went out, and Zhu Tong opened his eyes wide, only to see the lonely back of the old liar disappearing into the black mist; he was still holding the child in his arms.
The young woman ran over from the depths of the black fog again, with tears in her eyes, and hung something on the child's chest. It was a phoenix mask!
The boundless black mist isolated Zhu Tong again; loneliness and depression forced him to open his mouth and scream, but no sound came out.
Zhu Tong waved his arms manically, trying to break something or tear something apart, but he only hit the void.
He began to tear at his clothes and hair, desperately trying to make himself feel pain.
Still no effect.
There was a trace of pity on the corner of Suowonda's mouth. Zhu Tong was on the verge of collapse. What appeared in his mind at this moment was the memory hidden deep in Zhu Tong's heart. It was not the living Buddha's intention to turn him into a madman. Suowonda was about to put away his motorcycle.
The Luoyu Seal released him from the spiritual transformation, but Zhu Tong calmed down and waved his hands in the air.
The black mist faded little by little. Suowonda looked at the Linglong Pearl and saw colorful brilliance radiating from Zhu Tong's chest. His hand wrote the word "ghost" and the word "dog" one by one in the air; every time
Every word condensed a bit of black mist, and if it didn't dissipate, it would swirl around him.
Zhu Tong wrote another big word "spirit", and Suowonda's mind was shaking. The cultivation power contained in the Linglong Pearl was extracted by the dragon star in Zhu Tong's hand and injected into the word "spirit".
The wonderful Zhumenshuzi, this is the real challenge.
Suowonda excitedly controlled the Linglong Pearl and fought against Zhu Tong's thoughts.
After all, Lingzhuan is the world imagined by the living Buddha. Linglongzhu digested and sorted out Zhu Tong's thoughts just now, and quickly projected scenes that had appeared in it. Zhu Tong's mind is smart, but he has a weakness: everything needs to be analyzed.
Think clearly.
He had no time to digest such a huge flow of information, and his energy gradually became weak and there were signs of collapse; the imaginary words drawn in his hand also slowed down.
Suowonda was just about to feel proud when he saw Zhu Tong sitting down and his face gradually calmed down.
He searched in strangely, only to find that Zhu Tong's thoughts were completely blank. There was really nothing there. No matter what Suowanda projected into it, he had no reaction at all.
Could it be that Zhu Tong couldn't bear to become an idiot?
The living Buddha was a little scared. It was definitely not a trivial matter to make the head of the Zhu Sect a fool.
Just when his mind was wandering, Zhu Tong waved his arms and wrote a big word in the air: Zhong.
At the same time, Zhu Tong's chest flashed with colorful brilliance, releasing a waterfall of violent thoughts.