Taoist chanting

Zhang Guanzhu took a deep breath, pinched the mantra with his left hand, the nine words on the wooden sword reappeared brightly one by one, he will take three breaths, after pinching the nine formulas, he waved his hand and shouted: "Go!"

The jade tree sword turned into a beam of rainbow light and flew towards the head of the evil god, dragging out nine slender streamers of light.

At the same time, Chen Qingqiao's evil spirit-gathering gourd burst out a dark red light that seemed to be solid, and directly aimed at the wounded chest of the evil god.

Fa Yuan was the last one to complete the drawing of the Fumo Knife. His face was pale, and the Jie Knife suspended in the air was covered with blood-red ancient Sanskrit scriptures. He was not in a hurry to make a move, but was waiting for the best opportunity.

The wooden sword and the dark red light hit the evil god who was shining with black light successively. The wooden sword was nailed above the forehead of the evil god, and the mantra turned into nine bloody flames and burned, quickly eliminating the black light on the evil god's body.

The dark red light pierced the Heretic God's chest, pinching up and down, making a piercing rubbing sound.

Luo Moxie let out a roar, shattering the yellow dust that bound his body, the wooden sword just pierced through the black light, piercing into his black bone forehead bit by bit, Luo Moxie stretched out his right bone claw and grabbed the wooden sword , a hole suddenly appeared on the chest, and the dark red light disappeared into it, and it went nowhere.

Monk Fayuan slammed the handle of the knife with both palms.

The blood-colored knife was like a shooting star, stabbing the evil god's abdomen in the blink of an eye, piercing more than three feet with a "poof".

The evil god howled miserably, and the jade tree sword held in his right hand suddenly exploded with a "bang", and the flame of the mantra took advantage of the void.

Seeing the evil god who hadn't stepped down from the altar wailed, his whole body trembled and began to crack, and countless black air gushed out from the crack, mixed with the fire of mantra and blood-colored Buddhist scriptures, everyone finally showed a look of relief.

Finally, the evil god is going to be sent away!

Chapter 642 Where did the temple master go?

"Back!"

"The evil god is about to explode!"

"Walk!"

Chen Qingqiao, Yang Shuilan, and Monk Fayuan yelled at the same time, seeing that the evil god was unwilling to fail, and those who wanted to use self-explosion to pull a few backs, had suffered from the evil god Luo Mo, and no one dared to be negligent.

Everyone cast their spells to fly away and retreat, as if they were shocked, and they went to the sky over the sea ten miles away in the blink of an eye.

"Boom", the evil god blew himself up to shake the heavens and earth, and countless black fragments screamed and flew in all directions.

"Run, the debris is chasing the back of the ass, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

When it comes to the ability to escape, Lu Zijin has never been unwilling to be second. Among the few, he humbly said that he was second, and he did not dare to be the first. He flung himself out of the crowd behind him, and under the sun, he ran like a huge black whirlwind , A harsh and ugly donkey laugh came out of his mouth.

After spending so much effort to send away the projection of the evil god, he can have a good time wandering around the Duxian Islands.

Near Zhu Zhechi, influenced by the master, he loves all the beautiful scenery in the world. The master also said, "This world does not lack beauty, but lacks the eyes to discover beauty.

I don't know how much ink the viewer drank secretly, but what he said is very cultural.

Otherwise, he couldn't be the master of the temple, because he can speak without the master of the temple.

"Lu Zijin, shut your donkey's mouth, it's too ugly."

Tu Kun followed closely behind, guessing that Fei had escaped for more than [-] miles, and the debris could no longer catch up. His ears couldn't bear the noise of the donkey, so the guy slowed down on purpose, and stood a little ahead of him, cursing uncontrollably .

"Ah uh..."

Lu Zijin turned his head with an innocent face, and looked at the short and wretched half-old man behind his buttocks with big black eyes.

If you have something to say, the temple master will never scold him, and will not dislike his loud and clear voice.

No matter how troublesome the temple master is, he always speaks softly to his own people with a smile on his face, and he also said, "Be patient, especially with those around you. Don't be impatient, or you will be very sad."... Hey, Hey, that's not right!

Why is the Lord of the Temple missing among the people who followed?

Lu Zijin's shock was no small matter, the hair on his back stood on end, his whole body turned around suddenly with a "shua", almost knocking Tu Kun down, he caught the strong wind of Tu Kun's nose, and stomped He ran back in the direction he came from.

"Monastery, where have you been?...Who saw where the Lord went?"

Lu Zijin sank, the sun was already high on the clear sky and the sea, and there was no fog to obscure the view. From here, you can see the sky hundreds of miles away, except for the billowing smoke and dust in the direction of Panghuang Island where the battle took place. , no more black spots left.

He has already thought of the worst possibility, the temple master is still on the island?

Tu Kun flashed fast, or he would have eaten a donkey butt, and he would never run behind the donkey again next time.

He held back the swear words that he was about to swear, and suddenly turned around and glanced behind him. Sure enough, he didn't see the figure of the temple master. With the temple master's cleverness and rich experience, he had already reminded him, so he wouldn't make mistakes and fall far behind.

Then there is only one possibility, that the damned evil god frightened them by self-explosion, and at the same time secretly used other means on the Lord, leaving the Lord in the air...he suffered a big disaster.

No wonder the evil god's self-explosion was a bit thunderous and rainy, and the momentum was scary. The fragments flew more than ten miles and fell into the sea. Others turned around and ran back. After the sound, they sighed secretly. In fact, there was no need to calculate. They returned to the edge of the ruined city, where most of them had collapsed.

"I'm fucking a fucking evil god!"

Lu Zijin yelled and yelled, and rushed into the billowing black mist of dust while several people chased after him and shouted nonsense such as "don't do it", "don't be reckless", and "should be reckless".

The temple master is in a dangerous situation, so he has to argue with him long-windedly, he has a very violent temper now.

It's brother, don't talk nonsense, follow him to break in and fish for people.

dressed all over

Dazzling silver thunder light, thunder and lightning splashed and poured like raindrops in the front, back, left, and right sides, and ghosts wailed and howled wherever they passed. Lu Zi went straight out of a wide passage and rushed to the side of the temple master.

However, the difficult and dangerous situation made him dare not act rashly.

He saw that the temple master with his eyes closed and his face distorted in pain was in danger of being captured, so what should he do?

He is unequivocal about fighting desperately, and he can do whatever he wants with his sleeves rolled up, but he doesn't know much about souls and possessions. Trouble, brain pain.

"Don't move the audience! Back off!"

Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan, who followed in, realized that something was wrong, and stopped at the same time.

They stopped [-] or [-] feet away, and Yang Shuilan shouted: "The black energy around the Lord's body, don't attack indiscriminately, the God's soul and the breath of evil gods are mixed together to fight, your thunder gun will hurt you The temple master, on the contrary, is not helping.

Among all the people present, except perhaps Chen Qingqiao, who is a bit unappreciative, Yang Shuilan thinks that she has the most say in the study of the soul. At the same time, Zhong Wenyong, the former mountain god who likes to study ghosts and gods, is a bit inferior to her.

The evil god didn't want to seize the house, but pulled the soul consciousness of the Lord into the "domain", and wanted to live in the body of the Lord through devouring and fusion, so as to achieve the purpose of walking in the lower realm.

Lu Zijin stepped back lightly, involving the life and death of the temple master, he was extremely cautious and calmed down.

Fa Yuan, Chen Qingqiao, and Fa Nan flew in, and they could clearly hear what Yang Shuilan said.

Such a change made Chen Qingqiao's heart go cold. He would never stand idly by when Zhang Guanzhu was in danger. He had already exposed a lot of unusual things anyway, so he didn't care about revealing more. Plunge into the violently fluctuating black mist to help Guanzhu Zhang deal with the evil god.

Together, if they put their spirits into it, they would only be eaten by the evil god with a mouthful of greasy smiles.

Who else understands the soul better than Luo Moxie, who likes to devour soul power and blood essence to improve his cultivation?

Monk Fa Yuan thought about it and slowly glanced at the gradually dissipating smoke and dust around him. The cunning evil god benefactor frightened them away with self-explosion and bluffed again, and controlled Guanzhu Zhang. Magic array, seal this area, lest Luo Mo evil god take the opportunity to escape."

Lu Zijin had just calmed down and was trying to hear the good news, when he heard the monk's suggestion, he immediately frowned, and shouted angrily, "Bulk, how dare you harm the temple master?"

The thunder light on his body "cracked", his body was tense, and he was about to explode with a menacing aura.

Monk Fa Nan stood in front of Fa Yuan, raised his Zen staff and shouted angrily: "Lu Zijin, you don't want to treat brother's kindness like the liver and lungs of a donkey!" The death of Monk Fa Liao made him feel heavy, that donkey is so ignorant of good and bad He was really angry when he said something rude.

"Lu Zijin, shut up!"

Tu Kun stepped in front of the angry donkey, he understood Lu Zijin's mood, he was at a loss, and persuaded him: "Master Fayuan is thinking about the overall situation, and also to save Guanzhu, he has given hundreds of miles away. Grandmaster and others have sent a Feijian message, asking them to come here quickly, maybe they can come up with a proper solution, just stay calm, losing your temper won’t solve any problems.”

Lu Zijin poked his neck and said, "You guys arrange outside, and I will guard the temple master here."

I can't even imagine how he would live without Guanzhu?

There is no where to go, where is home.

(Old Yan promises to get rid of this evil god tomorrow, eat it alive, and wipe it clean.

It’s been a long time since I’ve chatted. Let me report the results of this book. It has passed 2300 averages and is steadily rising towards the high-quality goods. Lao Yan is very satisfied with this result. It’s both a spur and a motivation for one book to exceed one book. Stay tuned!

Lao Yan is slow, and occasionally procrastinates. I really appreciate everyone's tolerance. The story has only entered the middle of the game. There is still a long way to go. Let's move forward together)

Chapter 643

In the face of a real master, Zhang Wenfeng found that the eight trigrams soul talisman, small Huitian talisman, merit canopy, etc. on his body were useless at all.

His spirit left his body inexplicably, and was trapped in a boundless black mist.

He knew in his heart that he had fallen into some trick of the evil god and was in an extremely dangerous situation.

The mist was cold and cold, even worse than the Netherland he had been to back then. It always eroded the vague shadow of his soul floating in the air, and there was also a ubiquitous cold light, which made his fragile spirit even worse.

He couldn't use the Ming Qi ring on his left index finger to call Bai Wuchang, and he couldn't even find where his body was.

He can't use all his abilities... No, he can still chant sutras!

Zhang Wenfeng was ups and downs in the boundless torment, and he was so cold that he almost lost his sanity. With a little Taoism, there was a faint flash of light in the trance. He tried his best to resist the tide of sleepiness and the idea of ​​giving up, and subconsciously recited the Introductory Sutra of the Last World The article "Clear Heart Jue", which is too complicated, he must not be able to finish it. It is just a few sentences, and it took a long time to finish it intermittently.

Over and over again, after an unknown number of times, he slowly regained consciousness.

The cold wind howled and blew, like a bone-scraping knife, ravaging his thin and blurred soul.

For the first time, Zhang Wenfeng had such a clear perception of extreme coldness.

The bone-cutting cold, the ice piercing the soul.

He vaguely heard the cracking sound of the soul being frozen, and he didn't know if he was hallucinating, so he restrained himself and huddled into a ball and said silently:

"A pure heart is like water, and clear water is the heart. There is no breeze, and the waves are not disturbed. Sitting alone in a quiet place, singing the zither with a long whistle...Freshness cures the root cause, straight path seeks the body, the nature is perfect, the way is natural!"

It's not as good as how many times it has passed, the blurred shadow is still floating in the increasingly violent cold wind.

There is no annihilation, persist as before, but become more condensed and firm.

Finally, the wind stopped, and a huge blurry figure suddenly appeared beside the tortured soul of Guanzhu Zhang, condescendingly looking down at the delicious food that Ren Zai Renjiao could enjoy freely, and the rest was pure essence, Luo Moxie let out a satisfied "hahaha "laughing out loud.

I was bored, received a request for sacrifice on a whim, and projected the lower realm with a split soul. I thought I would eat something casually, but I didn't expect to meet a soul that surprised him. If you meet one, call him lucky to meet him.

He was convinced that it was a small chance that heaven favored and rewarded him because he had been full of evil in his life.

How could he be willing to attack with all his strength and damage the little Taoist priest's body.

Wanxu completely devours and integrates, accepts the merits and virtues of the little Taoist priest, and does more good deeds in the lower realm to cultivate and strengthen the merits. He cultivates the unity of demons and gods, which will be of great benefit to his deity in the upper realm in the future.

"It's perfect, you have to savor it slowly, sip by sip."

Luo Mo Xie Shen talked to himself, as if speaking to the little soul shadow who was suppressed and could not move. He opened his mouth and sucked lightly at the soul shadow, and a ray of warm and soft colored light flew into his mouth.

He was stunned, not like this, suddenly the whole figure collapsed, the black mist surged, and the roar was like thunder.

"Bastard, you are a succubus, when did you come in?"

The Luo Mo evil god seemed to have swallowed a bunch of disgusting maggots and flies, and he was so angry that he was biting each other with the entangled colored lights. He couldn't figure out how this nasty succubi could hide from his perception. Come in?

Without a body, without a god attached to them, they devour each other and fight each other with their soul power, which is actually quite a dangerous thing.

He didn't understand why the succubus in front of him, who was slightly weaker than him, had lost his mind and wanted to break in to fight him desperately. He was an expert at playing with souls, using all kinds of tricks and tricks. You can only deal with rookies like little Taoists, and fighting with the succubus will only delay your chances.

"Hurry up and read the Taoist mantra, help me, why are you just staring blankly!"

Yumeng let out a painful roar.

The soul is biting, the **** is disgusting and painful, and it has been many years since they have fought naked like this.

Life and death together, when Daoist Zhang was in crisis, he woke up from a deep sleep, and if he didn't wake up, he would be killed and eaten by Luo Moxie. When Luo Mo noticed, the two of them were really going to die together.

After a long time, he met a Taoist cultivator who was able to help him. After more than half a year of washing scriptures and chanting, although his cultivation base has declined, his soul power has been completely reborn, allowing him to see the dawn of hope .

If Luo Mo, who is born and damned, wants to make trouble with him, then there is nothing to say, fuck it.

He has no other means now, so everyone is naked and biting with their souls.

What a fucking pain... ouch.

Zhang Wenfeng admits heartily that the sudden ascension from the Bitter Cold Hell to the Bliss Immortal Realm, the surprise came too suddenly, and he needs a few breaths to digest and react. He doesn't know from which bump the old man Mengmei came out, but he is so powerful.

Being able to bite into a ball with the tyrannical and terrifying evil god without losing the wind.

He underestimated this old man who tried his best to force him to make a covenant to live and die together. It seems that he has the secret of the ghost soldier talisman but can't hide it from Yumengchang?

Hearing the urging reminder from the old man Mengmei, he silently recited word by word:

"Pro, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Formation, Column, Front, Line."

Ever since he appeared in the strange misty space, his thought power could no longer be used. After he finished reciting the mantra in a specific rhythm, there was a faint wave of thought power around him, and he was overjoyed that he finally had the power to fight back.

Repeating the nine-character mantra silently over and over again, the seemingly vast and boundless black mist surged violently, filled with invisible thought power everywhere, and it has become accustomed to Yu Mengchang, and he is like a fish in water in the washing of thought power.

The Luo Mo evil god, who was mighty before, is now howling in pain.

Thought power is invisible like a soul-cutting knife, every mantra will shatter a trace of the soul power of the evil god who is cocooning himself, and he is born with wandering dreams, biting and entangled, and he can't escape the god's domain he arranged.

The evil god wanted to kill the stinky Taoist priest who was chanting scriptures several times, but he couldn't get close to the Taoist priest.

The mantra governs merit, and the boy's soul shadow has a vain canopy of merit.