Chapter 7 The beginning of the conference

The big sun golden wheel, seeing the big sun golden wheel floating in front of us and immersed in this strong Buddha spirit, Xiaohong's eyes looking at the golden wheel have changed a little. It seems that the big sun golden wheel condensed in this place is a little different from the past. Gradually, his eyes were deeply attracted by this supreme Buddha instrument, and his whole mind seemed to have drifted away.

The auspicious lotus bloomed, and the Sanskrit sound came vaguely. Completely subconsciously, Xiaohong's mouth read obscure and difficult inscriptions.

"Hum..."

The golden wheel vibrated and made bursts of metal trills, and at the same time, there was gorgeous light.

A golden and a red holy evil bead suddenly ignited a faint flame, and the flame gradually rose and spread everywhere, and an ancient and mysterious array gradually emerged. The gorgeous light in the golden wheel of the sun is sprinkled on the mysterious array, which is Yuanying soul-eating array.

A black air mass in the middle of the magic array is like a black dot in the white jade, which is eye-catching, and countless ghosts are sealed in the gas. However, their strength was all sucked out by Xiaohong last time, and all that remained was the purest consciousness.

The peaceful breath came out of the golden wheel of the sun, and a wisp of black gas separated from the air mass. After the wisp of black gas separated, a leisurely Buddha suddenly sounded, giving people an endless feeling of vicissitudes. The golden wheel of Buddha rose to the sky, and the brilliance of the sky fell down.

The leisure Buddha seems to come out of the golden wheel of the sun, and it seems to be finally read out of Xiaohong, more like it comes from ancient heaven and earth.

"Sneer!"

The sound was like a red iron block suddenly touching water. Under the Buddha's light, the wisp of black gas squirmed violently, as if suffering great pain and was about to break through the air.

"Oh..."

The huge golden wheel kept shaking, and an invisible sound wave was like a turbulent wave, constantly hitting the wisp of black gas.

"Well..."

Another Buddha horn sounded. This time, the different Buddha light surrounded Xiaohong. At this time, Xiaohong's law was solemn. He sat cross-legged on the ground, with five hearts upwards, without joy or sorrow. Now he is extremely calm and elegant.

In the Buddha's light, Xiaohong slowly floated from the ground. He actually sat in the void and a huge Buddha statue appeared around him, but the Dharma of Shakyamuni, a huge and vicissitudes breath emanated from the huge Buddha statue. From afar, Xiaohong seems to be sitting on a giant hand of an ancient Buddha. Although he is not a Buddhist, at this time, his whole body is as ethereal as the rebirth of a true Buddha, with a peaceful and compassionate breath.

"Wo-huh..."

The low Buddha's name came from Xiaohong's mouth, which was super dusty and free from vulgarity. He forgot his past grief and Ye Hao's brainwashing. At this moment, he is calm and calm.

Sit quietly in the palm of the Buddha's ancient statue and read the obscure ancient scriptures. He closed his eyes and fell into a special Zen realm. And the wisp of black gas gradually stopped wriggling, and the black gas kept fading away. Finally, it was like transparent, transforming into a person, saluted Xiaohong slightly, and then fell into the golden wheel of the sun.

That person is the yin spirit that was purified by Xiaohong. He was reborn and reincarnated.

Mokong, who was sitting quietly, suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Xiaohong. He was extremely shocked. Finally, he regrettedly said, "This son is predestined to my Buddha, but there is no difference. Unfortunately, it's a pity, brother, it's God's will to meet him before you die.

In the cave, the Buddha is peaceful and peaceful, Xiaohong sits in the air, as if sitting in the hands of the huge Buddha statue. A huge method in front of you. The wheel rolled slowly, and the gorgeous light penetrated from it on an ancient magic circle. There was a black air mass in the magic circle, and a wisp of black gas constantly overflowed from it, was purified, and then sank into the golden wheel.

Time passed slowly, and the air mass gradually became smaller, and after bathing in the Buddha's light for a long time, Xiaohong's body also emitted a faint light. What Xiaohong did not find was that the ancient inscriptions in his hand loomed.

Buddha, a huge square, covers a very wide area, which is only larger than the Tiantian Square. There are ten huge martial arts platforms in the square, each of which is surrounded by a golden mask at this time. Nine of them have surrounded the martial arts platform in the middle. Compared with the other nine martial arts platforms, the martial arts platform in the middle is obviously much larger, almost twice.

This is the venue of this Hundred Sect Martial Arts Conference, and also the place where Buddhist disciples do morning classes, Xuankong Buddha Platform.

At this time, the Xuankong Buddha platform was full of people. These were all talented disciples in countless sects, and none of them were under the Yuanying period. In this kind of conference, the Yuanying period is only at the bottom, and only the empty underworld period has the ability to hit the top ten.

Among these people, of course, the most eye-catching are the disciples of the three sects, and some people also know who the three elites are at this time.

"Look at that. Although he is dressed in ordinary clothes, he is the best in the world. He is one of the five most successful people to win the championship this time. It is said that he is Daolong and hopes not to meet him halfway."

Five people? Which five people?

"You don't know. Of course, they are the two proud disciples of the patriarch of Yaozong, Lingfeng and Mengxuan, known as the elegant prince, and the other two are the closed disciples of the Buddhist sect, the two brothers Fakong and Fawu, and the last one, of course, Daolong of Xuantian Sect. It is said that Ling Feng, the elegant prince who has the best chance to win the championship this time, has unfathomable cultivation, but ordinary practitioners in the period of silence are no match for him.

"Ah... I hope I didn't touch him."

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The conference is about to begin, and everyone is already talking about it. In the crowd, Meng Xuan, who has a beautiful face, is naturally very eye-catching. Ling Feng next to him had a closed smile on his face and shook his fan. The elegant meaning fascinated some female practitioners. The two stood together as a talented woman. However, at this time, Mengxuan kept scanning in the figure. He was looking for the figure, but he was disappointed.

Ling Feng, who was watching beside him, couldn't help but feel a little angry. Since his sister came back from the mountain, she has been immersed in practice, which was originally a good thing. However, Ling Feng found that her sister seemed to have something on her mind and often looked up at the bright moon in the sky, especially the full moon.

Ling Feng later guessed that her sister had fallen in love with the boy last time. Because of her extreme hatred for Xiaohong, she was trying to humiliate him through this conference. Let Xiaohong know that only he can be worthy of his sister. However, Xiaohong seemed to be there. Ling Feng secretly said in his heart that it's good for you.

"Anitar Buddha!"

A faint Buddha's name sounded in everyone's hearts, and everyone suddenly fell silent. In the distance, Mokong was slowly stepping into the air. In the blink of an eye, he fell on the huge martial arts platform in the middle.

"Master Mokong!"

Those genius disciples saluted one after another, and in the world of cultivation, people prefer to call Mokong a master rather than a suzerain.

As soon as Mokong stood there, there was a divine charm of gods and Buddhas laughing. After telling everyone about some rules, he looked around for a week and smiled.

"Well, the Baizong Martial Arts Conference begins!"