Chapter 201 Frozen thousands of miles, and then kill the dumb monk

"What?" Ling Yun looked at the deaf-mute monk in surprise and was very surprised.

Originally, there were Qianyuan fire beads to protect him. Ling Yun no longer paid attention to the heart sword of the Buddha in the sky, and planned to rush directly to the deaf-mute monk and kill him close to him.

But when Ling Yun rushed into the heart sword of the Buddha's gate all over the sky, he found that this magic power was not as simple as it seemed.

This Lingyun is a little careless. The Buddhist heart sword is an extremely superior kendo magic in Buddhism. It is evolved to the extreme. Its power is like the sea, its power is like a prison, vast and empty, boundless, immortal in one thought, and the heart sword is infinite.

As long as the person who cast the spell does not die, the heart sword will continue to evolve and never stop.

Of course, if the person who casts the spell runs out of mana, the magic power will naturally stop.

But the deaf-mute monk hates Ling Yun. How can he care about some mana? And his cultivation has reached the immortals, and with some elixirs, when will he run out of mana?

Previously, Ling Yun knew about the divine power of Buddhism, but he was a little one-sided. He only thought that the attack of the heart sword was extensive. As long as there was a treasure to protect himself, he would be fearless.

But I didn't expect that this heart sword was endless and endless.

"Hmm! I underestimate your [***] monk!" Ling Yun said with hatred while dealing with the Buddha's heart sword around him.

In fact, we can't blame Ling Yun for being careless. After all, he is a saint, and he is inevitably a little arrogant in his heart.

Moreover, the most despised thing for Lingyun's body is Buddhism. How can he care about the magic power of Buddhism!

As the saying goes, ants bite to death. Although the power of the Buddha's heart sword is average, the number is really amazing. To a certain extent, it can also lead to qualitative change by quantitative change.

At this time, Ling Yun was besieged by the heart sword all over the sky. At first, he didn't care about it. He had Qianyuan fire beads to protect his body. In addition, his own strength was originally strong, and he did not suffer a loss.

But after a few breaths, Ling Yun felt wrong. The Buddha's heart sword was endless, like a dared to die, rushing towards it crazily. Even if Ling Yun's magic power was boundless, he dared to work hard for a while, and the momentum of moving forward was slightly blocked. At the same time, his mana consumption also accelerated a lot.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Ling Yun couldn't help frowning, with a trace of evil spirit flashing on his face, and his heart was angry, as if there was a raging fire.

"This kind of pestering is the most disgusting! Since the defense is difficult and self-consumption, the poor road will be broken by force. Let's see if you are powerful or poor!" Ling Yun didn't want to waste time on the deaf-mute monk. He was entangled for a long time. Most of his patience in his heart had been worn away, even if he planned to break through.

At present, Ling Yun meditated in his heart and secretly urged the mana to expand the scope of defense of Qianyuan Fire Pearl.

"Papa!", "Papa!" ... I only heard a few explosions, just like fireworks and firecrackers.

Immediately, but I saw that the Qianyuan fire beads on the top of Lingyun suddenly shot out a ten-foot red light, as the first ascension said, sprinkled a ten-thousand-foot light, forcing all the Buddha's heart swords all around.

However, it is strange that after Qianyuan Huolingzhu forced back the Buddha's heart sword around, it flashed and disappeared directly on the top of the cloud.

At this moment, Ling Yun danced with his hands, like an elf dancing. Between the cross, countless seals were formed.

At the same time, a white pearl came out of the body and stood on the top of the cloud, just like the previous Qianyuan fire pearl.

The deaf-mute monk hid in the depths of the light sea of his heart and sword after the war. Only then did he see that Ling Yun gradually felt a sense of in support. He was immediately excited and secretly happy:

"Tie Fan's old friend! The poor monk will definitely kill this thief to avenge you.

When he was excited, he saw Ling Yun put away the Qianyuan fire beads.

Seeing this situation, the deaf-mute monk was puzzled and wondered:

"Why is this? If there is no protection of Qianyuan fire beads, no matter how powerful the thief is, it will be difficult to resist thousands of Buddha's heart swords! Is it true that the thief has given up? Or does he have other protective treasures?

Thinking about it, he looked at Ling Yun with a solemn face, blinking his eyes, and did not dare to be careless at all.

Not long after, I saw Ling Yun offering a jewel again, scattering white light, which was very dazzling, much more than the Qianyuan fire beads.

Seeing this jewel, the deaf monk exclaimed again:

"Snow pearls!"

Immediately, I saw the deaf-mute monk looking at Ling Yun with envy, envy, jealousy and greed in his eyes.

When Ling Yun sacrificed Qianyuan fire beads, the deaf-mute monk was already envious.

Qianyuan fire beads are the inner elixirs of Wenzhu, which need to be refined by Qiantian thunder and fire to become one of the Qianyuan.

When Ling Yun asked hundreds of birds and Taoists to get this bead, it had not been refined by thunder punishment. After the day after tomorrow, Ling Yun's power condensed and absorbed a lot of thunder and fire, which created today's Qianyuan fire beads.

Qianyuan fire beads can be attacked and defended, with infinite power, and can still be added as a medium to condense the second zoan god, which is really a rare treasure.

Seeing that he was taken away by Ling Yun, the deaf-mute monk suddenly became extremely envious.

But Ling Yun didn't expect that in addition to Qianyuan fire beads, there were snow pearls and other treasures.

The power of snow pearls does not need to be Qianyuan fire beads, but it is much more effective than Qianyuan fire beads. In terms of the degree of rareness, it is still above Qianyuan fire beads.

Seeing this jewel, the deaf-mute monk suddenly had greed in his heart, but he wanted to take this treasure for his own use.

With the greed in his heart and the worry of killing friends, the deaf-mute monk immediately operated his mana and commanded the sword of the sky to attack Ling Yun.

Looking at Ling Yun again, after sacrificing snow pearls, his hands still kept dancing and making countless marks.

At this time, the heart sword around has rushed to Ling Yun's side. The edge of the sword is fierce, as if to cut Ling Yun into pieces.

At the critical moment, Ling Yun's eyes stared and shouted:

"The Law of Ice! Thousands of miles of ice! Go..."

In an instant, a cold air rushed out of Lingyun's body and poured directly into the snow beads on the top of Lingyun.

Suddenly, the snow soul pearl cold light won, shot out of the cold light, stood shoulder to shoulder, forming a huge snow-white tent, which spread around, and the surging heart sword was directly frozen by this cold air and became a root icicle. The treasure light was no longer dull on the spot. If it hadn't been for the magic power of the deaf-mute monk, I'm afraid it would have fallen to the ground. .

And the curtain formed by the cold light is still spreading, as if to freeze all the heart swords into icicles!

"Hmm! It takes a little effort. Don't worry. I'll send you to see that dead friend!" After the magic power, Ling Yun sneered and thought to himself.

Immediately, I saw Ling Yun sneaking away to the deaf-mute monk in the cold air.

At this time, the deaf-mute monk was still surprised. Ling Yun's magical power really surprised the deaf-mute monk.

Such power and range are many times better than his Buddhist heart and sword magic power, which makes the deaf monks frustrated.

Thinking of his previous greed, the deaf monk was even more ashamed.

Ling Yun has such magical powers, and in addition to the two treasures in his hand (in the eyes of the deaf-mute monk, the Qianyuan fire beads and the snow spirit beads are more powerful than the snow shadow sword). It is also difficult for the deaf-mute monk to protect himself in his hands. How can he seize the treasure?

When thinking about the hatred of friends, the deaf monk's heart is even more complicated.

For a while, the deaf-mute monk had all kinds of flavors in his heart. I didn't know why, but he was stunned on the spot and at a loss.

In such a state, how can a deaf-mute monk resist the enemy?

Ling Yun secretly touched behind the deaf-mute monk, but saw that the deaf-mute monk was motionless and dull.

Seeing this, Ling Yun couldn't help but be secretly vigilant, but he thought that the deaf monk had any conspiracy and trick, so he did not dare to take action immediately.

However, Ling Yun is a saint's split. With a little sense, he can detect the cause of the abnormality of the deaf-mute monk.

Knowing the reason, Ling Yun couldn't help crying and laughing, and secretly thought:

"I can't even stand this impact. I deserve to fall!"

After thinking about it, Ling Yun no longer hesitated, waved the snow shadow sword in his hand and cut it down fiercely.

"Kap!"

... The two halves of the body fell down, and a blood chain was drawn in the void. With the scene of dusk, it was very sad and beautiful.

This time, the loss of the mind of the deaf-mute monk is equivalent to the blade of the neck, but Ling Yun is fully prepared to take action. Under one sword, together with the reliper of the deaf-mute monk, it is also cut to pieces and directly turned into ashes, and there is no need to make a second sword.

"The second one!" Ling Yun said coolly, and then immediately turned around and planned to find other Buddhist disciples.

But just as Ling Yun turned around, he saw a Buddha light, holding a long tail light, containing infinite power, crackling, and instantly hit Ling Yun.

In the blink of an eye, the Buddha's light had arrived in front of him. Ling Yun had no time to think about it. He subconsciously turned to his body and narrowly avoided the attack of the Buddha's light.

After dodging this attack, Ling Yun reacted. He couldn't help but be shocked and thought to himself:

"Who has this cultivation? How can you attack in front of the poor road without showing your voice!"

Thinking about it, I couldn't help but look up, but I saw a white-browed monk standing in the void and quietly looking at Ling Yun. This monk Lingyun had already known that it was the white-browed monk.

Next to the white eyebrows, there is also a short and thin middle-aged monk with a dark face.

On the body of the withered monk, a hundred clothes have long withered, as if it has been worn out for many years, hanging a piece in the east and a piece in the west, wearing it on the body. Some places seem to have been blown by the wind, revealing iron-like skin and bones. The left hand pinched a seal, and the right hand has a citrus knee, which is very solemn.

Seeing the two, Ling Yun was immediately relieved. With his insight, he could see the strength of the two, but he did not pay attention to it. He thought to himself:

"The strength is average, just a blow, it should be some kind of hidden magic power, coupled with the convenience of sneak attack, which is too hidden from me, but it is not accurate!"

Thinking of this, Ling Yun suddenly sneered and didn't want to pester. He said directly:

"It seems that you two want to give some advice! That's rude!"

After saying that, as soon as he shook the snow shadow sword in his hand, he wanted to attack forward. His whole body was murderous, like an ancient beast, as if he wanted to swallow the two lives alive.

Just as Ling Yun was about to take action, he only heard the white-browed monk proclaim the Buddha's name loudly and said:

"There is no Amitabha Buddha! Taoist friends, slow down, poor monks have something to say!"

Although the white-browed monk knew Ling Yun's identity, he did not dare to say it, so he could only be called a Taoist friend, but his attitude was extremely humble. And the withered monk beside him also looked at Ling Yun with a respectful face and lowered his eyebrows.

Hearing this, Ling Yun paused, stood still with a sword, frowned at the two, and said unhappily:

"The people of Buddhism are in such trouble! Say it!"

The white-browed monk thanked him, and then pointed to the withered monk beside him and said:

"Before that, allow the poor monk to introduce that this is one of the three great monks of Buddhism!"

(to be continued)