Chapter 607 Magic Confucianism

"Amitabha... The virtual shadow of the Buddha Kingdom, now!"

Without hesitation, Moko put his hands together, and suddenly the Buddha country in his heart emerged. Among the thousands of Buddha lights, all sentient beings are compassionate, independent, self-loved, without any barrier, looking for the most simple and pure heart...

This is the scene of the Buddha under the guidance of Moko.

These are two completely different small world projections. At this moment, as soon as they appear, they are intertwined and collided with each other. In the end, a bang is like a bubble. The virtual shadow of the small world that is good and evolved into a good body is completely extinguished, and the virtual shadow of Moke's Buddha becomes extremely gloomy.

"Impossible! Impossible! Impossible!"

As if he saw the most incredible thing, Shanti said three impossible things in a row, and his face was unpredictable. In the end, he smiled and arched his hand and said to Moke, "It's admirable that he has such a big heart, boldness and determination that all sentient beings dare not and can't do! There is no need to continue this fight. I have lost! Next, you will face the fusion of me and the evil body, and our thoughts will merge again and become a part of the ontology. Please pay attention to the strongest blow!"

"Amitabha... Thank you for your mercy." Moke nodded and had a good impression on the body.

There was not much hesitation. The good body and the evil body looked at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of agreement. Suddenly, they turned into a black and white streamer. In an instant, they merged and intertwined to form a black and white streamer, and penetrated into the chaotic and violent void.

The next moment, the whole violent and chaotic void suddenly stagnated and completely solidified. A mysterious black-and-white textured portal appeared and was pushed away with a creak. Inside, a person slowly came out, extremely dazzling. It was Huayu Mountain, the son of Taoism.

At this moment, thousands of flowers and light have gathered, and his eyes are extremely deep. He wears ancient bronze lock armor, boots, and wears purple and gold crowns. It seems that he has some kind of charm, and it seems that he has always been like this, but he has restrained all his demeanor in the past, and now it is the real blooming.

"Moke, you should be glad that at the level of Daluo Jinxian, you are the only one who forced me to show my real body. You are worthy of being the holder of one of the three Xuanhuang motherhoods. The battle between you and me is not only the life and death of thousands of creatures in that area, but also related to the competition of luck and the ownership of Xuanhuang mother. If you think about it, you should also have something Have you noticed it?" Looking calmly at Moke, Huayu Mountain opened his mouth.

"Amitabha... Not bad!" Moke put his hands together and spoke slowly.

As Huayushan said, at the moment when Huayushan completely presented his true body, there was suddenly an unspeakable breath in Moko's body that seemed to be rising. Moreover, in the dark, a message was sent to Moko. It seemed that there was also such a breath in Huayushan's body. Once the two sides decided on success or failure, they would also make Attribution.

"The ultimate battle is about to begin! So excited!"

"I hope we have a chance to really peek and not be covered by the violent forces..."

In the distance, countless onlookers are talking about it. As for the country of Mokofo, everyone's heart is also hanging in the air, extremely nervous. Huayushan, the son of Taoism, has been too dazzling since his debut, and has made many leap-level killing records. He has not been defeated. He is known as the son of Taoism. Can Moke take over the strongest blow of such evil?

Naturally, Moke did not dare to neglect this last blow at all. His heart was completely quiet. The demon refining pot suspended on the top of his head and swallowed the light through the hole. As for the innate spiritual treasures such as binding of fairy ropes, he was held in the palms of six hands and was fully alerted.

To adapt to all changes, this is the countermeasure that Moco came up with.

"I said, there should be light!"

In the eyes of the public, Huayu Mountain also seemed to have been promoted into a mysterious realm. His eyes were extremely bright, no longer black and white brilliance, but a group of noble mysterious yellow, with a smile on his face, and his left hand slowly opened, shivering, suddenly like the Milky Way, turbulent light, presenting a kind of milky white In the color and light, there are endless praise words, blooming with immortal light, washing away all sins and all distracting thoughts.

At this moment, Huayu Mountain has become a god, bright.

"I said, there should be darkness!"

Huayushan opened his mouth again, and the whole world shook together, which seemed to have a resonance and responded. In this situation, it was clear that there was some charm. The following is the privilege of the supreme saint who penetrates the mystery of heaven and earth and proves the confusion.

"Wanla..."

With his words, his right hand slowly opened, and the boundless dark and deep darkness came, like night, like ink, extremely dense, sticky, flowing, the heavy charm contains a sense of evil to the extreme!

At the same time, Huayushan's eyes changed again. An old man in a high-crowned ancient suit floated in the depths of his left eye pupil and bloomed infinitely brightly. A fierce troll occupied the pain of his right eye, swallowing the sun and the moon, stirring the world.

From beginning to end, Moko was extremely calm and looked at this scene indifferently, like clouds and smoke, leaving no trace. The noble breath in his body was flowing, which made him enter a mysterious and mysterious realm.

Suddenly, in the eyes of Huayu Mountain, the old scholar and the troll suddenly turned their heads and shot out a light, a milky white saint, a dark evil, as if the first ray of light and darkness between heaven and earth were born after the heaven and earth were opened.

In fact, all this is just a momentary thing. Two rays of light quickly converge and intertwined in the palm of Huayu Mountain, degenerating thousands of stars and river light spots, like a spiral of the Milky Way, flowing constantly flowing. Two extremely strange breaths emitted together, infinite wonderful notes resound between heaven and earth, and a bright beam of light Appeared in the palm of Huayu Mountain, degenerated the bright moon, the scorching sun, dragons and phoenixes, mountains, rivers and mountains, the universe, geography, and so on.

"Spring and Autumn History Pen, Now!" Huayu Mountain shouted, and the body became more and more bright, like a god bathed in thousands of lights.

With his shouting, a huge white pen appeared in his palm, with ancient vicissitudes and a smell of decay. However, it seems to contain a vast and strong atmosphere full of heaven and earth, which is real, masculine and admirable.

Between the slight shaking of the huge pen, a power to write the heavens, spanning through the ages, making people feel that this huge pen is boundless. Each stroke can crush the will of countless people. A force belonging to history, a historical pen spring and autumn, between strokes, iron history, is immutable.

In the secular world, there are historians who are in charge of the Spring and Autumn history pen and write with iron pens for all ages, even if the emperor will be irreversible. Compared with the historical pen in the secular world, this huge pen seems to condense endless majesty and rules, and is the most magnificent thing between heaven and earth.

Silent!

At this moment, the sound was silent, and many onlookers were nervous and forgot everything.

There was an extremely noble breath all over the body. The spring and autumn history pen in Huayushan's hand suddenly floated, and the bloody magic air emanated, which seemed to make people fall into the boundless magic realm. At the same time, the pen was slightly sprinkled, and between the opening, a smooth and extremely domineering handwriting appeared.

This handwriting is a "demon" character. As soon as it appeared, it suddenly covered the whole fighting platform. There was blood and blackness everywhere, deadness and silence, and all the vitality completely disappeared, and in the void, hundreds of millions of devils howling and crying were constantly conveyed.

From the outside world, this is not a magic word. It is clearly a dense, constantly flashing magic Taoist words, profound and mysterious, as if talking about the principle of heaven and earth, the supreme magic Tao, that charm, revealing the true essence of the magic Tao, the magic spirit is so great, and the world is extinct.

Then, when he finished writing the last stroke of the magic character, his pen was endlessly, and the breath of his whole body changed in vain. He was vast and filled the world, such as the full moon of the sun, shining on the universe, like mercury leaking the ground, and all of them were round. Huayu Mountain once again wrote a word "Confucian", full of righteousness, full of the universe, full of the taste of spring and autumn righteousness.

A magic word, a Confucian word.

The Spring and Autumn history pen wrote these two handwritings, and the breath of Huayu Mountain was reduced in vain. It seemed that these two words had just been written, which consumed too much power and could not continue. With his low shouting, the two handwritings with completely different artistic conceptions all bloomed and integrated together...

"Rumble..."

The roar of terror suddenly sounded, and the dazzling brilliance permeated the world. Even with the protection of fish-scaly magic weapons, the whole magic platform roared and completely collapsed, turning into a terrorist explosion storm sweeping all directions.

In it, no one knows what happened. A thrilling terrorist force is breaking out, with precious treasures such as the Light River and the demon refining pot. No one knows whether Moke can escape this disaster. The only certainty is that the blow of Moke and Huayu Mountain is the strongest blow.

The terrible space-time storm is raging, sweeping everywhere and destroying everything. A simple bronze pot is suspended, blooming with light fluorescence. Inside, Moco is surrounded by a white river of light, and his face is very embarrassed. Only he knows how ferocious and gorgeous the blow just now is. Until now, Moke still has a feeling of lingering palpitation.

The son of Taoism really lives up to his reputation!

not far away, Huayushan was very embarrassed, and his body was stained with many blood stains. However, his eyes were as bright as a magic lamp, and his face was very complex, bitter and doubtful, and he seemed to fall into some kind of confusion.

"Why?"

After a long time, Huayu Mountain smiled bitterly and looked at Moke.

did not immediately respond to Huayu Mountain. Moke's eyes became extremely pure and said indifferently, "Amitabha... The benefactor, in the heart of the poor monk, there is no good, no evil, no light, no darkness, only this eternal Buddha's wish, why do you have to stick to the appearance? Everything is nothing but water, moon mirror flowers, like a dream bubble, looking at the Bodhisattva, you can see that the five hidden things are empty, empty but not empty, not empty, it is a vacuum.