Chapter 8 Broken

Bai Lang was shocked. Seeing that the black hand was shrouded in black fog, little by little, he broke free from the broken corner of the magic charm, and suddenly became very anxious. At this moment, the god of the black altar is dim, the charm is broken and precarious, surrounded by ghosts, and the wind roars, which is even more prosperous.

In his heart, he thought that he could not let such a thing climb out, and he didn't care about his low mana. Bai Lang's hands turned into a shadow, like a flower to lead a butterfly, condensed into a huge word "Buddha" out of thin air. The golden light was shining, and Xia Rui said.

He shouted and typed out the word "Buddha". For a moment, the golden light was dazzling and overwhelming. The pure masculine Buddhist power was like boiling water and snow, dispelling the evil breath.

The black altar in the half-hanging air only condensed for a moment, and suddenly there was another tremor, making a squeaky sound, as if it was about to burst.

"Bang!"

The charm was broken and turned into thousands of flying flames scattered around. The black hand withered and grabbed the mouth of the altar, and the other one, like a dry bamboo branch, stretched out.

The sky was gloomy, the black clouds rolled, and two black hands stretched out of a strange broken jar, which was strange and enchanting. Bai Lang was anxious, shook his feet, stood unsteadily, and fell to the ground. He touched a stone in his hand and didn't think much about it. He hit the mouth of the altar fiercely.

This momentum was sinking, as fast as electricity, and smashed into the black altar fiercely, making a strange sound.

"Little son, when I go out, I will make your life worse than death!"

A gloomy angry cry burst out from the jar, and the anger rushed to the sky. Suddenly, the dark fog between the jars filled and rolled over. Bai Lang was stunned and speechless for a moment.

The diamond pattern outside the altar is gradually blurred, and the divine glory gradually disappears and is powerless, making it difficult to suppress the monsters in the altar.

Although Bai Lang had already expected that the seal in this altar was the man in black three years ago, at this moment, when he saw him drinking angrily in the altar, a frightening power surged like a tide, and his heart was still trembling. Unexpectedly, he was as powerful.

After a while, the angry King Kong on the wall of the altar finally flashed, and he could no longer suppress the demonic spirit and returned to silence. In the loud noise, the black fog soared and rose to the sky and condensed.

Bai Lang felt a sharp look sweeping over himself, and he seemed to care about himself and ignored him!

In the endless darkness, the wind and clouds surged, but the black fog was particularly strange, constantly rolling and changing, dazzling. The clouds and wild dogs, with the passage of time, the black fog, like an ancient well that is hard to see, is deep and far away, interpreting the vicissitudes of endless years.

"How--!"

The sad voice suddenly echoes between heaven and earth, like an eagle, sad and vicissitudes, cold and desolate, thousands of years of depression, endless darkness and torture, like a flood, pouring out and stirring the world.

He looked up to the sky and roared, and the seal of more than a thousand years had never been worn out. He was stubborn at the beginning!

"For more than a thousand years, I still came out! Hahahaha!"

I don't know when the black fog around him had already dissipated. He held his head high, as tame as before, and his body as thin as bamboo did not move in the strong wind. The eyes are as cold as stars and full of electric light! Those breathtaking cold eyes are like eagles, sweeping around!

I am the only one who respects the four fields!

He proudly opened his arms, and a ray of moonlight fell obliquely on his body. He closed his eyes slightly and roared at the moon again!

The clear roar is like the wind, the black clouds in the sky are dispersed, and the stars are scattered! In all directions, hundreds of thousands of plants seemed to be summoned, and then the rhythm moved. The essence of plants and trees spread out of the endless deep forest, gathering several light belts, green, crystal clear like green chalcedony, gathered and hovered, and gradually disappeared into the man in black!

Bai Lang is below, and his heart is like a sea. I don't know what it feels like! Seeing that the peerless demon broke out, there was a trace of bitterness in Bai Lang's heart. He didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse!

As the endless vegetation essence was absorbed by the man in black, his momentum became stronger and stronger. Between his hands and feet, the wind roared and changed color!

The momentum from the man in black was surging, white and sweating. Finally, he couldn't resist it. After a long time, he exhausted his body and fell to the ground with a plop and fell unconscious!

It's an uneasy night!

Yunli Mountain is as brilliant as fireworks, and can be seen within a hundred miles. Countless people are watching in this direction, frightened and uneasy.

At the foot of the mountain, Bai Yun's beautiful face did not have a trace of blood, and she was panicked. Looking at the visions on the mountain, the light was like a curtain, thunder and lightning were mixed with stones, and he was stunned for a moment!

The man in black had a cold face and fell beside Bai Lang and looked at it carefully. First, he exclaimed, secretly said a beautiful jade, and then he whispered and looked surprised. He seemed to say to himself, "This boy is actually a disciple of Huasheng Temple, but this magic power is too low. No, what is the monk of Huasheng Temple? Is it all vulgar?"

He was surprised and was about to lean down to explore carefully, but he found that there seemed to be a faint light on his chest, as clear as water, so he stretched out and took it out. Even though the man in black had a cold temperament, he couldn't help shrugged his face. What he was holding in his hand was the spirit given to Bai Lang by the idle Taoist priest that day. Shuiqing Dan!

The man in black looked puzzled and muttered, "What's going on? How can this boy be both the Buddha's mysterious method and the old things of the fog Lingzhou? Is it because I closed it for too long and my head is not smart?"

Thinking of this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and a trace of anger flashed on his face. He snorted coldly, "Zhang Niu's nose, Prajna monk!" There seems to be a great resentment between the two people.

He was suddenly stunned and looked up to the south. The night there was deep, and occasionally a few stars were exposed and uncertain. The man in black snorted coldly and said, "Come quickly!"

After saying that, he stood up and glanced at Bai Lang, who was still unconscious. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly looked happy and secretly said that the boy was probably related to the cow nose and the old monk. I'll take him away, even if he is killed. Anyway, he can't leave it to those old guys!

The man in black roared softly and waved a half-foot-square black cloud, like black jade, opaque, revealing a mysterious breath. He grabbed the unconscious Bai Lang, threw it into the black clouds, then waved his big sleeves, rose to the sky, turned into a streamer, crossed the night sky, and disappeared far away!

After the rainstorm, the mountain road is rugged and muddy. A red figure is eagerly running up, so small and weak in the towering mountains.

Bai Yun frowned and looked at the arm cut when she fell. There was still blood on the wound. She exclaimed in pain, gritted her teeth, and then climbed to the top of the mountain.

Until I saw it from afar, the familiar figure was thrown into a thick black fog and disappeared into the sky.

"Brother!"

In the confusion, Bai Lang seemed to float among the clouds, as if he heard the sweet voice of Xiaoyun.

However, in the time of half a cup of tea, two streams of light and lightning approached, and fell on the top of the mountain.

Both of them were dressed in long gowns and were quite heroic. Their pace was ethereal. They actually walked flat between the rocky cliffs. After exploring around, they returned to the place where they had fallen before. It's just that there is a faint sadness on the surface, slightly urgent, and I don't know what I'm thinking!

One of them looked around for a week and exclaimed, "The power of divine thunder is even!"

The other person held a fairy sword with a bright rainbow. He meditated for a moment and said in a low voice, "I'm afraid it's not that simple!"

A trace of suspicion flashed on the man's face before, saying, "Why did Brother Wang Ye say this?"

Wang Ye looked solemn and said slowly, "Do you know why half a month ago, the master suddenly ordered to send a large number of disciples to inspect near Yunli Mountain?"

"Ah?" The man suddenly shouted softly, surprised and strangely. He seemed to know something, but he still asked, "Why?"

Wang Ye glanced at him with deep meaning and nodded, "We have not been alone for half a month. On the way, we have met two sect disciples from Kuocang and Luoxia. There are only three sects in total for more than 8,000 miles south here. Do you know why?"

With out of waiting for the man to speak, Wang Ye continued: "I heard from the disciples of the inner door that Yunmeng Xianju had summoned him half a month ago and ordered the three leaders to strictly monitor the vicinity of the Yunli Mountains..."

"What Brother Wang said, this place is very strange, but... What on earth is it for? A thunderbolt won't shock Yunmeng Xianju, will it?

Wang Ye said, "I'm just like you, obeying the teacher's orders and running errands. How can I know that much!"

But Wang Ye hesitated for a moment and whispered, "However, it is said that there is a peerless demon sealed here, and the abnormal movement here three years ago is said to be related to this!"

When the man heard this, he couldn't help exclaiming, and then looked around. After a long time, he said carefully, "Brother Wang Ye, are you joking, here... There is no trace of evil here!"

Wang Ye looked at it and felt a little funny. He sneered, "You are so timid that I really don't know how you were elected to the sect in those years! I didn't say that this legend is true. If there were real monsters, they would have fled long ago if they were not killed by divine thunder!"

The man's face was slightly red and a little embarrassed. He flattered him and said, "Brother Wang Ye, you are highly qualified and knowledgeable. You are very famous in the door. Compared with you, you naturally can't put it on the table!"

"Haha" Wang Ye was also happy to hear this. Although he didn't get started for a long time, he had his own adventure on the road, and he made great progress quickly. At this time, he was naturally overjoyed when he heard someone praise.