[0079] dying

Not long after the black clouds on Wutai Mountain dissipated, before the monk's breath was fully rested, the sky was once again shrouded in thick black clouds. This time, the monk Daoji's face was gloomy as if he had brushed ink. He shouted in a panic for a long time, "Why are you still haunted?"

"Hahahaha, this sentence should be right. If you don't die, I will feel at ease!"

The sound of Yihe came from the dark clouds.

How did he find Daoji? Yihe naturally had his own way to find someone. Originally, he didn't find this Taoist monk who lived in an fixed place so quickly, but a black dragon just helped, and Yihe was not far from here, so he came over immediately. In the dark clouds, there is also a dark spirit.

The corpse-like body is hidden in the black clouds, and more than 9,000 power grids in a row, wrapped in a layer of blood-red seven-killing blood gods, everything is ready, waiting for the next moment of killing.

Monk Daoji shouted, "I didn't kill your mother!"

Yi He said, "Go to hell!"

Between the waves, the electric light, the seven-killing blood god rushed down to the Taoji monk with an endless killing spirit. The Taoji monk once again flew out of his shoes, and the torn monk shoes were enlarged above his head, facing Yi He's attack. The great monk drank another sip of wine, a flame Go up to the sky!

Yi put his hands together and waved quickly, and the electric current impacted down layer by layer. This temple, which was not very big, was all wrapped in thunder and lightning. The million-volt high pressure directly turned those physical monks into coke, and even the black dragon in a coma squirmed all over and danced a break!

"Roar--"

A dragon unconsciously waved its tail, and the majestic monk Daoji was swept into the sky unprepared. The surface of Yihe's body condensed a red and blue true layer, rushing towards the monk Daoji like lightning, and a pair of fists attacked the monk Daoji from afar.

The basin-sized thunderball almost ignored the distance of space. As soon as it left Yihe's arm, it arrived at the next moment on the monk Daoji, and an indescribable burning smell dispersed in the air!

The easy-to-comb body also quickly pulls closer!

The thundering fist hit the monk like raindrops, and the monk Daoji had no power to fight back after being close to him. After a round of stormy attacks, the whole chest of the monk Daoji collapsed... A mouthful of golden blood spewed out.

However, before the blood fell to the ground, it had been split into scum by lightning!

Monk Daoji gritted his teeth and said, "Yi He, you are so cruel!"

"Killers, people always kill them!"

Two blood-red rays flashed away in Yihe's eyes. Yihe's hands quickly imprinted on his chest. A mass of black gas came out of the air and condensed in front of Yihe's body, forming a huge black light sphere. Yihe kept attacking while preparing.

This will be a great move that can make life worse than death, and then the soul will fly away. In the record of the book of the Dead, this spell is a taboo-

The person who casts this spell will lose ten years of life, and the soul of the person who takes this spell will endure despair and pain forever. Even if the Buddha comes, it cannot be changed. No one who has taken this spell can escape the doom of cursing.

The bloody light in his eyes was strange and crazy, with a wonderful smile on the corners of his mouth, and a rare expression appeared on his dry face.

seems to be a relief.

The roar of death!

On a bench in Beihai Park, Bai Qi suddenly frowned and said, "Do you feel it?"

Yang Jian said, "What a fierce evil spirit."

"This is the witchcraft!"

Kong Xuan said, his eyes flashed with strange light and looked at the west from afar... He said to Bai Qi and Yang Jian in a strange rhythm: "The witch's secret art is unpredictable. I didn't expect that there would be such a monster these days, hehe. The world is as wonderful as ever!"

Yang Jian frowned and said, "How can it be a witch's secret? As early as when Emperor Taizong of Tang ascended the throne, the inheritance of the witch family had been completely cut off. How can there be the inheritance of the witch family now?

Kong Xuan shook his head simply, "I don't know."

At this moment, in the place they were concerned about, Yi He had already prepared his own spells. Around him, dozens of strangely shaped, ferocious ghosts transformed, and the invisible evil spirit permeated around. Taoist monk choked with his only remaining fans as a final resistance!

The tattered Taoist monk is right.

But the things on the monk's body, even the fleas and lice are magic weapons. Unfortunately, when he met this freak, he not only reached the peak of the Yuan realm, but also the cultivation of Zhenyuan was so perverted, and he also used the book of the Dead, an ancient thing.

How can the inheritance of the witch be cut off? Maybe Middle-earth has been cut off, but in addition to a Middle-earth, there are also Africa, America and Europe on this earth. In such a vast place, there are wizards everywhere!

Yihe's thin fingers pointed to the Taoist monk.

"The beast that death sat down, charge forward, turn the enemy in front of you, turn your body into a chain to imprison the devil, lock it in hell forever, and suffer..." The black gas rushed towards the Taoist monk. The Taoist monk patted his fan a few times, but the eyes of his eyes turned around. .

Even at this time, Taoist monk still thought about how to run away. He doesn't want to fight with Yi He, a madman - Yi He can't die, and he won't die. This is the number of days.

Yihe is the only savior on the earth!

"You're crazy!"

The grievance in the Taoist monk's heart was like his husband's little daughter-in-law who died as soon as he passed the door. Who did he provoke? The tattered fan, with amazing mana, scattered those ghosts again and again, but gradually the Taoist monk found that something was wrong, because these monsters were shooting more and more.

itself is only dozens, and now it has been photographed into hundreds by Taoji monks, which seems to be a split. Finally, under the siege of hundreds of monsters, Daoji monk's fan finally became a real broken fan!

At this time, even if he doesn't want to fight hard, he can't.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Daoji is worthy of being a treacherous and treacherous man who is impeccable. At this time, he still reacted so fast. He immediately put his hands together and recited a Buddhist scriptures, and a strong golden light appeared all over his body. A body dozens of feet tall appeared behind him and sat on the lotus platform.

Black gas, ghosts are all excreted by the Buddha gas on the Dharma body.

Yi He flew several kilometers upside down by the impact of the vast Buddha spirit, and he didn't know anything in his head. A mouthful of blood spewed out more than ten meters, and Yihe staggered to stabilize his body.

Large areas of black clouds collapsed under the Buddha's light - although Taoist monk's cultivation is not as good as Yihe, when it is really time to work hard, the Buddha's light is definitely the nemesis of this evil skill, so it is very helpless. The golden light shines, and a huge Buddha purifies the sky.

Yi He's voice came from afar, "Doji monk, it's really good to cultivate!"

Yihe pinched his fists hard and simply gave up the evil spell on the book of the dead, but regardless of the physical pain, he forcibly condensed the power of thunder and lightning, even the seven blood gods did not dare to use it - except for the power of thunder and lightning, it may stimulate the rebound of that kind of Buddha power, and he can't afford it.

If you are strong, you will be strong, and Buddhism is boundless.

It's not easy for Yihe to deal with the Taoist monk. He wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the crazy color in Yihe's eyes was a little stronger. The murderous spirit was surging, and the thunder and lightning were lingering, like a layer of armor. It was simply that the thunder god descended to earth. The killing god was born again, and he rushed to the Taoist monk's Dharma body desperately. Go up.

"It's settled!"

The tall Buddha pointed to Yi Heyi.

Yi He felt that his body was bound by an invisible force, and then he couldn't move. He desperately used the power of thunder and lightning to criticize around him. After about ten seconds, Yi He broke through the shackles of the Buddha and continued to rush towards the Taoist monk!

"Bum bang bang..."

Compared with the huge Buddha's Dharma body, Yihe is like a kitten jumping up and down, and the power of thunder and lightning condensed on his fists splashed sparks on the Dharma. The golden light on the Dharma body is like water waves, but there is no sign of collapse. But Yihe is going to collapse!

The rapid consumption of power in his body actually makes him absorb the aura of heaven and earth at a speed that can't keep up with his consumption. With the gradual exhaustion of power, the easy-fitting body method also seems to be obviously floating a lot.

"Death!"

Fights are like electricity.

However, the body is as stable as Mount Tai.

The Buddha's Dharma body is a dust-free Dharma body that is beyond the three worlds and five elements. Although the power of thunder and lightning is not repelled, it cannot pose any threat to this Dharma body - a monk who has cultivated the Dharma body is almost equivalent to the existence of a saint, and even a saint is afraid of it.

Buddha's Taoism flourishes in the world, but it is not without reason.

Moreover, Yi He's current cultivation is not enough to be seen at all. What do you want him to do? Yi He's heart charged again and again towards the huge Dharma body with unwillingness and indignation.

He is like a fire moth.

Even if you know you are going to die, you have to rush up.

Under the two fighting, the black dragon woke up. Its eyes looked at the sky confusedly. When it saw Yi He staggering down from the sky, it suddenly turned into a black light, connected Yi to its back and quickly flew towards the east.

The huge Buddha's Dharma body was ordinaryly pushed out, and a ten-thousand-character Buddha seal hit the black dragon's body fiercely - but the ten-thousand-character Buddha seal really hit the easy back. The black dragon was purely injured by mistake. One person and one dragon turned over dozens of fights in the sky in a row, and fled quickly in great confusion.

Nearly half of the scales of the black dragon's body* fell, and a large area behind the spine exposed the spine, which was scary. Yihe is embedded on the back of the black dragon like a small pudding.

The painful howling of the black dragon.

"Bum!"

The black dragon plunged into the sea and entered a dark cave all the way from the bottom of the sea. Finally, it turned seven times to a cave. The cave was inlaid with night pearls, which was extremely wide. Yihe was suddenly thrown aside by the black dragon. The black dragon twisted his body in pain and unconsciously hummed in his throat.

What about Yihe?

He is now completely in a coma - half of his life is missing. This is definitely not an opportunity or a challenge. It is likely that he is going to die.

Although it is very helpless, this is a reality.

In Wutai Mountain, the monk Daoji spewed out more than ten mouthfuls of blood, and the extremely strong Dharma body suddenly withered and scattered into a burst of golden light...

Is Yihe easy to deal with?

If he shows weakness just now, or doesn't force the repair to support his facade, then the person who is injured and dying now is not Yihe but him, and even he will die!

Thunder is the strongest in heaven and earth, representing the power of heaven and earth punishment. Naturally, the power cannot be small. Although the Taoist monk's Dharma body is powerful, in the face of this power, the loss of self is not ordinary - you can imagine what a tragic battle it is.

Monk Daoji looked down at the ground in a daze. After a while, he roared: "My shoes, my robe, my monk's hat, my fan, my... Damn, who did the poor monk offend? Did any monk know about secretly slandering Buddha last night? Damn it, it's such a trick!"

The Taoist monk's psychology is extremely unbalanced. Although the realm of Yihe is a little higher than his, at least he is also an arhat with a Dharma body. In the world, he is simply a living Buddha. Even if he meets the rest of the immortals and demons, the Dharma body is almost invincible.

But the real power of Yihe is actually Thunder!

The Dharma body, which is most immune to all kinds of forces, can only be 100% hindered when dealing with this thunderous force. What's more important is that he is a monk, but he is not the kind of arhat under the command of the dragon and Fuhu. He is good at fighting, and he is almost beaten.

The last time you take advantage of it is pure shit luck.

With an extremely sad mood, he took a look at the temple that had turned into a piece of scorched earth. The monk here is dead, so there is no need for him to stay. He must change to another place as soon as possible.

The handsome man in white and with a sword in his arms was cold and walked on the street, causing a burst of onlookers. As if there was no one else along the way, he walked forward so slowly, seemingly aimless, but he seemed to shrink an inch and arrived at the territory of the First Emperor of Qin in a blink of an eye.

"Stop!"

Dozens of rifles pointed at the head of the man in white.

The man in white kept walking and said, "I'm going my way. Why do you rail me?"

"If we go one step further, we are going to shoot!"

"I can't measure my strength!"

I heard a sound in the air, just like the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, but the man in white kept holding the sword in his arms and continued to walk forward, but the soldiers who had just raised their guns at him covered their throats. A thin line of blood flowed out of the throat.

They can no longer speak, because they are already dead.

Just now, it turned out that the man in white killed someone.

But no one saw him with his sword, and these people are dead - so isn't the speed of this person's sword reaching an incredible level? The world's martial arts are invincible, only fast and unbreakable. If Yi He is lucky enough to see the speed of this person, then he will definitely understand this truth.

His speed is not fast, as slow as a snail, so he is not the opponent of the Taoist monk - with this man in white, the Taoist monk will definitely not be a move.

Because one move is life and death!

"Who are you? Why did you break into my capital of Qin?"

Meng Yi got off the jeep with his sword and came over to meet the man in white.

The eyes of the man in white are slightly bright, master!

"Ximen blows snow."

"No matter who you are, you will definitely die today!"

Meng Yi held his sword hard and pulled it out of its sheath. A tragic breath was as if there were thousands of troops and horses rushing at the same time. At this time, any single will became so small. It's like leaves fluttering in the autumn wind.

The man in white, Ximen blew the snow and said, "What a sword!"

He called Meng Yi's temperament sword spirit. His eyes were as bright as stars in the nine heavens. He held his sword but did not move.

He is Ximen blowing snow.

His life only lived for the sword. At this moment, his sword also lived.

Meng Yi is a general who has experienced many battles, and his physical momentum is impeccable. His sword was not as fast as Ximen Chuixue's speed, but Ximen Chuixue's face became more and more solemn - it seemed that the sword condensed too much to resist.

Mount Tai is at the top, and the sky is as majestic as the mountain.

That is a unique momentum formed when thousands of troops and horses rushed to kill.

How about Qin Wuyang?

Qin Wuyang was scared softly in front of this group of people - you should know that Qin Wuyang is as famous as Jing Ke's swordsman. And isn't Ximen Fuxue also a swordsman?

"Kill!"

Meng Yi held the sword in both hands and took a step forward.

The evil spirit and murderous gas are mixed into an invisible network, completely closing the surroundings.

One sword, one sword, another sword. Meng Yi produced a total of three swords. His voice was like a demon hidden in hell, saying, "One three swords, supreme sword sect, I, Meng Yi, inherited from the Heavenly Sword sect!"

"West Gate Blows Snow, No Door, No School!"

Ximen Fuxue did not come out of the sword, but the sword spirit between the two has been glued together. The sword spirit that collided with each other like lightning twisted the space between the two, sometimes like a rippled water wave, sometimes turned into five-colored glass, sometimes far, sometimes close...

Several soldiers on the jeep said, "Why didn't the general do it?" Look, what's going on between them?" Wait, let me see, damn it!"

......

"Cangling!"

A metal impact sounded hundreds of miles away with a shock wave.