Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 256 Eight-door Lock Demon
It was night, Ma Ji took advantage of the moonlight to come to the lake, and saw that the appearance of the pavilion in the center of the lake had changed somewhat. Gauze curtains were hung on the four sides. The pavilion was covered with carpets and brocade quilts, and several tables were set up with decorations on them. A pot of daffodils, a pot of wine, and a pair of glasses.

Nie Xiaoqian changed out of the white clothes she had been wearing these past few days and put on a bright red dress that was as bright as fire. Her skin was even more flattering than the frost and snow, and she was so charming.

She seemed to be lying lazily among the brocades, with a pair of delicate jade feet like bamboo shoots exposed under her skirt. She wore a unique anklet on her right ankle with a small golden bell on it. With a slight movement, the golden bell tinkled, making a clear and sweet sound.

A look of astonishment appeared in Ma Ji's eyes, and he chanted casually: "Blooming flowers bloom in the water, and the water sinks into bones, jade, and flesh. The dark fragrance has been overwhelmed by the fermented wine, and it is no better than the winter plum."

There was a look of surprise on Nie Xiaoqian's face, and then she felt a little disappointed, but she thought that she and the young man in front of her, who was both unique in appearance and talent, were not destined to meet each other again. After tonight, they would never see each other again.

But after all, she is not an ordinary woman in the boudoir who is sad for spring and autumn. Her loss is fleeting, but she still fulfills her duties and accompanies her to play out the scene, and her smile is as beautiful as a hundred flowers blooming: "The poem "Dragon Matchmaker" is written like this. Is it this pot of narcissus, or the man in the lace.”

Ma Ji walked to her and sat down next to her, his smile full of tenderness and sweetness: "People are more delicate than flowers, and flowers are colorless, and flowers are dim in front of people. Since flowers are not as good as people, of course I write about people."

Nie Xiaoqian was almost melted by his smile. Her weak and boneless body gently snuggled into his arms. Her pretty face looked up at Ma Ji. The surrounding white gauze curtains fell and closed silently, turning the pavilion in the middle of the lake into a closed one. space.

"Dragon Matchmaker, would you like to take a closer look at how people are more beautiful than flowers?"

Ma Ji embraced the beauty, and seemed to be in a state of intoxication. He replied in a daze: "I don't dare to ask for my wish."

"Are you going to bring me to justice? Is it you, Yan Chixia, or that kid who only knows how to hide behind and play tricks?"

The burl on the tree trunk turned into a human face. The eyes looking at the lake pavilion were full of excitement and greed. He opened his mouth and spit out a scarlet soft thing like a tongue with mucus on the surface. It fell on the wooden bridge by the lake, like A big snake swam towards the lake pavilion.

"Yan Chixia!"

He held a five-foot-long sword with four-finger blades and many mysterious talismans carved on its surface. He slashed with the sword in the air. The sword energy turned into a gang and enveloped the sword body, turning into a giant sword that was several feet long and as wide as a human life. The shadow of the sword cut off the tongue of the tree demon along with the wooden bridge.

Suddenly, a person flew out of the lake. The strange thing was that there was no trace of water on his body.

A huge crow hovered from the sky and landed on the ground, transforming into the image of the crow demon Yaksha.

The dryad looked at the bearded man who had landed on the shore and stood facing him with his sword in hand. He gritted his teeth and shouted out his name.

Within the curtain, the crisp ringtones range from slow to rapid, and the ringtones are accompanied by breathy moans that arouse endless reverie.

The tree demon let out a scream, and the severed tongue that spit out the sticky slurry retracted into the air. The branches stretching above and the roots spreading underground were all rolled back. The huge tree trunk suddenly shrunk into a human shape, and instantly turned into a man wearing a robe. Wearing dark red clothes and wearing silver comb-shaped jewelry in her hair, she is an old woman with a stooped back.

On the land beside the lake, a giant tree that could be hugged by several people burst out of the ground silently. Countless branches grew from the top of the giant tree, instantly turning into a lush canopy covering several acres.

Yan Chixia faced the opponent's malicious gaze without giving in, her body full of high fighting spirit, and she shouted sternly: "I am a guest of the Jiangsu and Zhejiang branch of the 'Huntian Supervisory Academy'. Dryad, you committed multiple murders in order to overcome the calamity and become a pill." , I have been ordered to come and bring you to justice!"

The dryad looked behind Yan Chixia, only to see the low-hanging curtains parting to the left and right, and Ma Ji and Nie Xiaoqian walking out side by side, looking clear and neatly dressed, not at all like they were having a good time just now.

"It's really you!"

The tree demon has already figured out the cause and effect. Yan Chixia has no brains and Nie Xiaoqian has no courage. The person who has made him fooled for the past three days until he falls into the trap now must be Ma Ji. "Yaksha, go capture that boy and the little bitch who betrayed me!"

Yaksha smiled ferociously and said, "Yes!"

Then he transformed into a ferocious monster with a height of two feet, a green face, fangs, electric eyes and claws, and two wings on his back. He spread his wings and took off into the air, then somersaulted and fell towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"careful!"

Yan Chixia shouted a reminder and turned around as if to rescue.

The tree demon naturally refused to let him go to help him. He opened his arms and immediately countless thick tree roots burst out of the ground, like swords, spears and halberds with thorns, like soft whips and ropes, and surrounded Yan Chixia from above and below.

Seeing the giant monster transformed by Yaksha pounce down, Nie Xiaoqian's beauty turned pale. Ma Ji stood in front of her, looking up at Yaksha who was striking down with his claws, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A small handleless flying sword appeared out of thin air, slowly rising into the sky like a curl of smoke, but it evolved into one of the two major sword styles created by A Fei in his later period, "The Straight Smoke in the Desert".

This seemingly slow and gentle sword thrust straight out, but it returns all the changes in the world's swordsmanship to their origins, containing infinite changes within the unchanging and thus restraining all changes.

Na Yaksha watched helplessly as the sword struck him, but it was as if he was trapped in a web of fate. He could not catch it, block it, avoid it, or escape. After being stabbed between the eyebrows by this destined sword, it came out from the back of his head. The huge corpse fell like a meteorite, slamming into the lake and causing large waves.

At the same time, Yan Chixia, who was under attack by the tree demon, took out a book from her arms and threw it into the air, shouting: "Prajnaparamita!"

The book spread out in the air and turned into pages of paper surrounding Yan Chixia. The dark red words written on the pages suddenly burst into golden light, covering Yan Chixia like a huge golden bell.

"The 'Vajra Protective Curse' and the 'Diamond Sutra' copied with blood by an enlightened monk?"

Ma Ji, who was watching the battle from behind, was secretly dumbfounded. Then he remembered that Yan Chixia had also practiced Buddhism in addition to martial arts and Taoism, but she didn't know what knowledge he had opened up now.

Buddhist practice takes the opening of nine consciousnesses as the path. The first five consciousnesses are eyes, ears, noses, tongues, and bodies. There is no fixed order. Each consciousness that is opened is a level of realm. The following four consciousnesses are mind, mana, alaya, and aya. Moro must be opened in sequence.

The tree demon has devoured too much human essence, blood and soul, and has accumulated too much resentment and evil in its body. It is most restrained by the most powerful and righteous Buddhist magic. When the thousands of thick roots and golden light touch it, it is like being thrown into a raging fire. Like charred black and carbonized, they are broken and broken.

The tree demon was hit hard again, and he saw that Ma Ji was not only a scheming master, but also a hidden master of Taoism. He killed Yaksha, who had transformed into a demon, with one blow of his sword. He thought that if the two of them joined forces to attack him, Unable to get any favors, I immediately thought of quitting.

She twisted her body on the spot and disappeared out of thin air, but she had already used her natural ability to escape and sneak.

Yan Chixia had already made arrangements, how could she allow the tree demon to escape so easily.

He inserted the giant sword in front of him, bit the tip of his right index finger, drew a Tai Chi diagram on the palm of his left palm with blood, and said in his mouth: "The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe borrows the law, the eight gates lock the key, seal the sky and the earth!" "

Then he used his left hand to look into the air.

Centered on the place where he stood, in the eight directions of east, south, west, north, southeast, northeast, southwest and northwest, eight apricot-yellow tall flag gates with cinnabar depicting complex talismans and seals broke out of the ground, forming a " The "Eight-Door Demon Locking Formation" is one of the three secret formations taught by the "Huntian Supervisory Office"!
(Thanks to book friends Gui Tianrong and Da Xia’s Magical Journey for their generous tips)
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