Chapter 3 Stop

The huge skeleton exuding endless evil resentment was traumatized, and the cry of resentment became more and more acute.

Countless small skeletons diverged and ran around, arbitrarily impacting the solemn golden Buddha and the cyan lotus platform that exuded endless holiness and purity.

The Taoist priest snorted coldly and said, "Let you be the devil of the ages, and I will also wipe you out!"

Stepping on the Beidou under his feet, the cyan light suddenly appeared, and the long sword was like floating clouds and flowing water, with a trace of illusory breath, rising to the sky.

The cyan light was vast, the sword body emitted a dragon-like roar, and a thick cyan light curtain surrounded the black skeleton of Wupeng.

The old monk lowered his head and recited, and the golden Buddha's light became more and more intense that people could hardly look directly at him.

The treasure bottle seal, the big lion seal, the lotus seal, the Guanming seal and the Fahua seal all come out, and the dazzling golden light is as dazzling as ten days.

The cyan lotus platform rotates endlessly, and the cyan spirit shines like the rain, giving the cyan light curtain provider a continuous divine power.

The skull struggled hard to escape, looked up to the sky, and resentment broke out, shook the world, and constantly melted away behind the blue light.

Seeing that the skull was gradually suppressed and it was no longer possible to make waves, the resentful voice reappeared, and the vibrating light curtain shook.

"I'm unwilling--! I'm unwilling--!"

Together with a monk, the two looked at each other with a wry smile, as if their hearts were connected, and both of them retreated dozens of feet.

The long sword of the Taoist priest in blue waved out, which seemed to have a burst of cyan ripples, and the cyan lotus that enveloped half of the sky slowly came down, like bathing in water, elegant and refined, without a trace of smoke and fire, and the unparalleled light, illuminating the surroundings.

The Buddha became more and more brilliant in the golden light, as solemn as the mansion. He flew to the lotus platform, meditated, and knotted the Buddha's big seal with his hands.

The Buddha and the lotus are united!

At this moment, the world is shaking for it. Under the four fields, there is a vast darkness, but the light here is dazzling, making countless people crawl on the ground in shock.

From afar, in the endless darkness, only the golden Buddha came to the world and sat on the nine-pin lotus platform, surrounded by hundreds of millions of clouds.

"an,ma、ね、ba、mou、hou"

Buddha's six-character truth is recited, like morning bells and evening drums, like sweet rain, shaking the hearts of countless creatures and dispelling the evil in their hearts.

A golden word "wan" is brilliant, smashing down like a charm, covering the black skeleton.

The powerful black skull finally burst into a mass of black fog under the suppression of the Taoist Buddha and the supreme Buddha's truth.

The endless aura of heaven and earth surged in, constantly resolving the black fog. Once the black fog hits the cyan light curtain, it makes a nourishing sound and disappears invisible.

After a while, the black fog disappeared, and a weak black figure appeared in the air, looking shaky and almost unsupportable.

The hair is flying and the black clothes are surging. Although it is not real, the unruly figure is still so eye-catching.

At this moment, the monks and Taoist stood opposite the man in black. Their faces had long been as pale as paper, and they had just fought for a while. Although they jointly occupied the peak, they both struggled to do harm, and now they are almost at the end of the crossbow.

In his heart, he did not dare to neglect at all. The Taoist priest in blue suddenly became illusory and stepped out of a mysterious step, constantly formed a magic seal in his hand and struck pieces of spells. After three weeks around the peak, with the 108 charm as the point, it unexpectedly coincided with the momentum of the nine palaces and strange gates, forming a mysterious and complex array to the extreme.

The old monk also did not slack off. After a Buddha's name, his body was golden and a small gray altar rose slowly.

Although the small jar was black and not shiny at all, the man in black suddenly changed his face, as if he had met something terrible.

"Xumi Altar!" The man in black gritted his teeth and almost spewed fire in his eyes.

"Receed!"

Seeing the formation of the Taoist priest in Qingyi, the old monk was expressionless and shouted in a low voice. The mouth of Xumi altar opened, and there was a faint glow. The Taoist priest in black twitched at the corners of his mouth, showing a painful and helpless expression.

Bai Lang was surprised, his eyes widened, and his face was shocked. Seeing that such a big person had been put into the small jar, he was suddenly a little confused.

Then the altar seemed to be dragged down between the peaks, and the cyan array was suppressed. After a few flashes, it also disappeared into the mountains.

It was still powerful, just like the Buddha Bailian who came to the gods. At this moment, it suddenly melted away, and all kinds of light flowed away and gradually disappeared like fireworks.

A monk could no longer support it at this time. He restrained his body and hid his body in the night sky.

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I don't know when the dark clouds in the sky have long disappeared, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the light as bright as water has fallen on the ground. The back mountains are still standing and the peaks are still vast in the night.

The back of the house has also returned to calm. Only the breeze came slowly, Bai Lang stood stunned for a long time, and his mind was still in chaos. What he had just seen was really too shocking. Is the person just now really a fairy?

"Brother!" A delicate voice sounded with a slight trill, and Bai Lang was suddenly shocked and came to his senses.

"Brother, what happened just now?" Bai Yun grasped Bai Lang's hand tightly, full of panic, and seemed to be shocked by the shocking vision just now.

Bai Lang fixed his still shaking legs, smiled, took a deep breath, and suddenly pretended to cry and said, "Brother, I don't know. Xiaoyun, tell me if you know!"

Hearing Bai Lang's unperceiving joke, Bai Yun suddenly burst into tears and said coquettishly, "Brother, you will bully me!" In Bai Yun's heart, Bai Lang is the closest and most trustworthy person. Bai Lang can always help her solve anything. Seeing Bai Lang's relaxed face, he suddenly settled down for some reason.

"Ah!" Bai Yun suddenly shouted and was shocked.

Bai Yun frowned and said anxiously, "Brother, my father is still on the mountain. Nothing will happen, right?" While talking, Bai Yun was even more anxious, and his eyes were already covered with a layer of fog.

Bai Lang's heart sank when he heard the words and frowned. Although he was young, he was very independent. At present, he comforted Bai Yun a few words and wanted to find his second uncle Bai Meng. The Bai family is also a large family nearby. The people are very prosperous, and their father Bai Ye has always been respected, so many people can be called up the mountain to look for it.

Because it was difficult to travel at night, and there were many beasts in the deep mountains. After Bai Lang found his second uncle to discuss it, he decided to go up the mountain early the next morning to find Bai Ye.

The brother and sister accompanied their mother all the way and went home to sleep.

Bai Lang lay on **, but it was difficult to fall asleep. He put his head on his arms and looked out of the window at the night sky. The starlight fell, floating like a veil, deeply reflecting the bright eyes of the teenager.

In the quiet night, an ordinary teenager rippled in his heart for the first time. The recent war crossed his heart like a shadow, becoming clearer and clearer.

He won't think it's an illusion he has seen. In retrospect, he is convinced that those people are the immortals of the world's legend. But what about the man in black who was attacked? Bai Lang suddenly thought of the decisive spell and the skull like a devil...

"Ah!" Bai Lang suddenly sat up and patted his forehead. Isn't this the demon told by the storyteller? By the way, it must be two old immortals fighting monsters.

The night was already very deep, and Bai Lang was still not sleepy. He got up and got out of bed, quietly opened the door, walked to the bluestone platform during the day, climbed up skillfully, and pulled out a grass and put it in his mouth.

There was a little dew on the grass roots. In the mouth, there was a trace of sweetness. The cold feeling on the bluestone platform passed through the whole body along the back, and Bai Lang curled up.

When I was a child, my father loved to sit on the bluestone platform with himself in his arms, watch the moon and tell stories! Bai Lang's eyes stayed in the continuous peaks of the back mountain, thinking quietly.

I don't know how long it took, the dew wet Bai Lang's thin clothes, and the wet coolness came. Bai Lang raised his head and found that he had slept for a long time. He rubbed his eyes and got up to prepare to go back to the house. If his mother saw it, he should scold himself again!

When he got up, he casually glanced into the shallow pool and was stunned. Bai Lang thought that his eyes were dazzled and approached a little. Then he was convinced. Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide and his face was incredible.

The original rippling pool has long disappeared, leaving only dry stones scattered at the bottom of the pool, as if it had not been touched by drops of water for many years. There was only a deep and tortuous hole in the spring that had not withered all year round, which was black and strange.

Bai Lang was a little at a loss for a moment. He carefully took a few steps towards the spring and wanted to find out.

He slowly stepped his left foot into the stone pool, and a small stone fell at his feet. The blue stone touched it gently, making a soft crisp sound, echoing in the night sky, and returning to silence for a moment.

Suddenly, a strange five-color light suddenly appeared at the bottom of the pool, like a ripple of water, spreading in circles. The eyes of the spring flashed, and the five-color beam of light gushed out brilliantly. Then it diverged and rose and changed, gradually became hazy and illusory, forming a magnificent and wonderful five-color light cocoon three feet above the bottom of the pool.

Bai Lang was shocked. He didn't care how beautiful the light curtain formed by the five-color light was, so he hurriedly pulled out his foot. Unexpectedly, with this hard pull, his left foot seemed to be bound by something invisible, staggered and fell to the ground.

At this time, the five-color light curtain flashed and suddenly became more and more intense. Under the moonlight, the hazy light curtain gradually transformed and slowly gathered and contracted in the direction of the spring.

Bai Lang's brain gradually became chaotic, and his struggling body began to stop slowly. He was at a loss and had to walk towards the spring...

The illusions in his brain were stacked, and sometimes there were fairy music arrays. Sometimes he saw the beauty adding fragrance, the fog dispersed. He saw tiger drums, Luanfeng chirping, and God stretched out his hand to him. However, the scene suddenly changed. The next moment, he suddenly fell into the nine hell. Countless evil spirits were roaring, and hundreds of millions of grievances threw at him. With vicious blood eyes, he was thrown into the oil pot knife mountain. The pain turned out to be so real. He wanted to open his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound...

I don't know how long it took, as if tens of millions of years were just a moment. Bai Lang was as confused, but it seemed to be extremely clear. The scenery around him is changing, the world of bliss and the nose hell, life, old age, illness and death, reincarnation, and he has experienced thousands of years of changes in the world.

"Oh, stop!"

With a loud shout, like Hong Zhong Dalu, rolling thunder, exploded beside Bai Lang's ear, and the white and chaotic spiritual platform was blown away by the wind like a thick fog, revealing a trace of clarity.

"Ah!" Bai Lang exclaimed, and suddenly his whole body trembled. The mixed illusions in his mind retreated like a tide, and he instantly regained to sobriety.

He closed his eyes and suddenly withdrew from thousands of illusions. He was a little uncomfortable, as if he was wandering in illusion and reality.

What happened just now? His pale face without a trace of blood showed confusion. He turned around. Under the bright moonlight, an old monk in white was standing under the blue stone beside the pool with a gentle smile on his face.

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