The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Taking the peak of the hill as the core, the gravel is like a dragon, covering the sky, and rolling around to the sky, as if the most terrible sandstorm is coming.

In the hurricane of violent sands circling and rotating, there were faint shadows. They were twisted, invisible and inexhaustible, heavy with screams and screaming, and kept rushing towards the peak.

This is exactly the "evil ghost claim" of the "Evil Souls Eighteen Shots" urged by the crying old man with mad sand magic skills!

At the foot of the mountain, the Yin Oasis withered quickly in the flying "sand" rocks, and the ground was yellow. It seemed that the water had been drained. The cattle and sheep herders were all standing still. The skin and muscles were dehydrated, and there were faint black shadows. They flew out of the body, throwing themselves at the "evil spirits" at the peak.

This terrible scene does not end on the hill and the nearby oasis, but spreads toward the sphere of the circle, to evacuate all souls of souls, and to wither the whole earth.

Outside the quicksand set, surrounded by aeolian sand, the normal soil is dry and cracked, extending from the direction of the hill all the way to the set, and then to the area behind it.

On the episode, one by one, the pedestrians stayed, their movements were slow, their skin was dry, and there were dark shadows in their bodies struggling to get out.

The wind and sand hit the outside of "Hanhai's First House", making a dense popping sound, making this seemingly shabby inn shaking and making a crunching sound, it seems that it will soon remove moisture and turn into powder. Collapse to the ground.

Inside the inn, the guests at that table, like herdsmen outside, have become sluggish and are about to lose heart.

Qu Jiuniang stood up, Liu Mei's eyebrows stood upright, and yelled loudly, "I'm not dead, be careful of condemnation, and have no son asshole! The old lady's inn has tricked you!"

As she chilled and yelled, the inn seemed to have a cold wind blowing through it. The guests of the dining and accommodation fought a cold war, sobered up, looking at each other, full of fear, and at the same time, there were no wooden boards on the outer wall of the inn. There were signs of dehydration, but they were still shaking and creaking under the wind and sand.

"Grand Master's fight is terrible ..." The sapphire murmured to his eyes. There are dozens of miles away from the fight, and he and others have almost been sucked out of the soul, if not for the mysterious Qu Jiuniang Now, I'm afraid I can't escape this disaster.

The sand-shaker leader with a machete in his back was afraid to be authentic: "Normal masters will converge the scope of the fight, which is convenient for power concentration, but the crying old man is the exception. The more souls he absorbs, the worse his eighteen shots! What a **** bad thing! "

They are the bandits of Hanhai Gobi, and they submit to the "Hanhai Evil Sword", and they have a certain understanding of the eighteen beats.

"Boss, do we have to believe in the Buddha and resolve the sins in our bodies so that we don't always run into such unlucky things?"

"Trust your mother's Buddha!"

...

Only then came Meng Qi, who was in the middle of the quicksand collection. The dark gold flowed on the skin, locking the soul, like a Lohan, but the luster of dark gold became increasingly dim, as if the candlelight in a strong wind would go out at any time.

He clenched his teeth and persisted, trying his best to calm down. Today, he knew the prestige of the location is as horrifying as natural disaster!

On the peak of the hill, Xuan Bei drew dark golden rosary beads and chanted the chanting whispering. The glazed light emanated from his hands, setting off most of the peak like a pure land of Buddha.

With the photograph of the crying old man, those injustices came, like a torrent of black streams, screaming and screaming over the glass light from time to time, breaking the glass light from time to time.

Mysterious sorrow is not happy or angry, just not watching the crying old man, his voice seems to echo in his heart:

"Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of magical powers and chose the" Mokov Fist ", which is an important scripture?"

The crying old man's eyes were fixed, his right palm was lifted, and his left palm was pushed. The sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the unjust souls became more and more invisible and seemingly walking between yin and yang, which made people unable to resist at all.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, a bead on the beveled bead turned from dark gold to black, and then he punched out.

This fist seemed to be filled with heaven and earth, and the fist became transparent and pure, like a glazed glass without dust.

The golden light around him covered him, and a multitude of illusive golden lotuses bloomed on the peak, showing a hazy void behind him.

In the void, the evil-looking evil spirits and injustices surrounded by a golden lotus stand peacefully surrounded by a bodhisattva. There is a bodhisattva on the lotus stand, full of compassion and pity for the world. The breath of life and death flowing in the palm is like black and white. The round treasure contains the secrets of the heavens, the meaning of life and death.

The face of this bodhisattva changed faintly. With the mysterious fist reaching its peak, he showed exactly the same appearance as him, but he was melancholy and solemn!

The Bodhisattva's mouth opened, and a cloud thunder echoed immediately in the void:

"After today, there should be the world, all the hells, and the three evil ways, the sins, and the sentient beings in the hundreds of billions of hordes, and I vowed to save, **** from the hell, the beasts, and the hungry ghosts. Buddha, I then turned into Zhengjue. "

"Hell isn't empty, and you can't be sworn; all living beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proved."

With the burst of Zen sounds, the light of the Buddha was greatly exaggerated, and the flood of evil spirits and evil spirits faded away, and their faces were now peaceful and disappeared into the air.

The wind and sand stagnated, and the foot of the mountain also had the sound of a Buddhist chant. A group of withered hay gradually turned green, and the undercurrents blew up. The skin of the herdsman cattle and sheep slowly filled, and the flying black soul returned to the body. .

The cracked earth was once again as stable as ever, and passers-by on the quicksand set lost their souls from "hell" and were dazed and afraid.

Inside the inn, Qu Jiuniang, who was scolded and grinned, was surprised, and whispered to himself, "Somebody has practiced 'Mo Ke Fu Mo Quan' to such an extent?"

Under the breath of life and the light of the glass Buddha, Meng Qi, who was swayed by wind and rain, finally got rid of the influence of "Eighteen Beats of the Unjust Soul", and the dark gold flowing on the skin was no longer dim, and became pure again.

Looking at the scene in front of the scene that walked between life and death, Meng Qi couldn't help but think: "This is already a godsend!"

Mo Ke Fu magic fist, life and death cycle!

The crying old man was broken, his head screamed, his voice penetrated into the sky, and pierced his soul, just like the ghost king repressed in the depths of hell.

The blackness rose around him, as if **** was wide open and the ghost was out of control.

Then, he turned around with a single palm, and shot from the beginning, the "Ghost Door Closed" of "Eight Souls Eighteen"!

Mysterious sadness and the bodhisattva behind are still melancholy and compassionate, their fists are like grips, and they are hit again.

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Meng Qi looked back, and saw the vast gravel wrapped around the hill. The dark and energetic buddhas were dazzling, constantly interlaced, and seemed to be difficult to win.

He knew that with his own strength, he would n’t help Master, for fear he would not be able to do it near the mountain, but would become a burden, but the little master was alone in the inn, he was stunned, had no experience, and could not handle it slightly. Will cause the scourge of death, so he temporarily gave up the plan to "escape from Shaolin", ready to return to the inn to join the younger brother.

Under normal circumstances, you have no guilt to escape by yourself, but the situation is special at this time, and you have a deep friendship with the younger brother. How can you not rescue one?

Moreover, Meng Qi was unwilling to admit it, but it is clear that if there are other enemies, if the crying old man has the upper hand, it is similar to taking off the water and reappearing the nightmare scene of soul-stirring, then the inn is the safest After all, there is a Qu Jiuniang who is suspected of being a scene.

Meng Qi had to admit that seeking blessings, as well as helping younger brothers, each accounted for half of the reasons for returning to the inn.

He had just turned around, his eyes suddenly freeze, his pupils contracted sharply, because on the windy sandy street, he was standing opposite a strange-looking man.

He was wearing a black burqa like a shaker, with pale white hair, but a young face, as if a young man in his twenties or thirties. The contrast between the two was particularly frightening.

"An Guoxie ..." Meng Qi whispered his name and ran without turning his head.

In this case, running away on your back is purely revealing the real emptyness, giving away the vital part of the vest.

An Guoxie, the "bald-headed vulture", the grandson of the crying old man, the master of nine tricks, the thirty-sixth best person, is better than himself, I do n’t know how much!

An Guoxie's face was thin and bulging, but he didn't have a bit of exotic beauty. He had a smile of evil in the corner of his mouth and teased: "My luck is good, I just ran into one, and I'm not afraid to be punished by my father Now. "

An unfamiliar opponent, he did not look at it at all, it felt a little cat-and-mouse.

During his speech, he fluttered forward like a vulture, pushed with both palms, and the palms were hot, leaving Meng Qi almost trapped in the desert, breathing difficulties, dry skin, dehydration, and lack of strength.

Although he failed to learn "Eighteen Souls of the Unjust Soul", the magical skills of Kuangsha have already entered the room! 2k novel reading network