Chapter 275 On the Narrow Road

Variation and sudden birth.

"buzz--" A magnificent and grand sound of Buddhist music and Sanskrit faintly sounded in everyone's ears, like the wind and snow melting and sunshine, making the murderous intention, violence, anxiety, despair and even all kinds of turbulent negative emotions accumulated in their hearts disappear.

In an instant, the wind and clouds were clear, but the sound of Zen in the empty valley.

A nearly luminescent Buddha hand flashed with golden brilliance and broke through the void and fell from the sky, like a towering and solemn five-finger mountain to Youyuan magic beads.

"To the point of power!" Qinger's pretty face slightly became murderous, and she vaguely guessed the identity of the person who came. She immediately dared not neglect it at all. Her heart and the gun turned over, and the magic gun god was like a ball of angry red lotus burning in the night and steaming the sea, and bombarded towards the falling Buddha's hand.

The huge Buddha's five-finger halberd is full of heaven and earth, and each finger contains endless Buddha mysteries, just like antelope hanging horns without a trace, without a trace of red dust to meet the magic gun.

A series of bamboo-like stone roars and golden sounds between plum blossoms, and the momentum and the boundary magic gun have produced thousands of shocking collisions in the lightning and stone fire.

A gorgeous red light and golden light burst into the sea of the underworld. The golden Buddha's palm is as graceful as the Buddha's flowers, covering the real fire red lotus made of the boundary magic gun in a hundred feet of radius.

The zombie mother, E unruly and others are thrilling, but they can't tell who will win or lose. There is a world-class magic skill, but it is useless in front of these two top masters.

After a moment, the powerful hand gradually gained the upper hand and contracted the boundary magic gun back little by little.

However, the owner of the Buddha's hand did not dare to slack off at all. He knew the power of the prison magic sword. Once Qinger broke the cauldron and gave up refining the Youyuan magic beads and cut himself with all her strength, it is still unknown whether he could retreat under its fierce and uncast sword.

Therefore, although he has taken the lead, he is still steady and has always retained three points of spare strength to prepare for accidents.

Suddenly, a bitter smile came from afar and said, "Woman, you know you can't do it. Why are you suffering?"

A group of green light bloomed, and the figure of Dong Tianji appeared, suddenly floating from the virtual and real.

Qing'er's heart was slightly awe-inspiring, and it was only a glimpse of the corner of her eyes that she had noticed that the cultivation of the cave heaven was reborn like a phoenix Nirvana. Suddenly, she stepped through the shackles of the holy steps and was promoted to see the realm of Nirvana. Compared with the broken mountain holy monk of Longhua Zen Temple, who was inexorable to fight with himself. If these two old men work together, even if they have the help of the prison demon sword, they may not be able to win.

But she is cold, arrogant and strong by nature. Not to mention the master of breaking the mountain and the cave sky, even if the legendary underworld emperor Xiao is close to him, she can't want to lower her noble and proud head! What's more, on the other side of the underworld, after thousands of waves... there is a brother.

"Wow--" like thunder roaring and anger, the prison magic sword bundled into annihilation thunder that cut through the dimension without any change of moves to simplify the complexity and split with clumsiness.

"Karala, Karala..." Countless golden and red magic awns bursting from the front of the sword crisscrossed and spread. I don't know how many empty cracks burst into pieces, and wisps of spider webs stirred up the turbulence of the sea of the underworld as if the end of the world.

"Amitabha Buddha--" The master who broke the mountain in the depths of the void sang a Zen song, and turned up with his hands and turned up the magic gun, such as Cheng Yulu as receiving Ganlin, five fingers like a plate like a bowl, and slowly clicked on the prison magic sword.

The world seems to slow down all of a sudden, and the time is infinitely elongated by two invisible big hands. Even the evil spirits behind the zombie mother can clearly understand every action of the big and powerful hand, which is clear and coherent, like a mountain and a sea.

"Bum, bang, bang!" Five fingers clicked on the prison magic sword one after another.

Every time it is pressed, there will be a roar like a yellow bell. One after another, it is forced into the magic sword with dark light that can hardly be seen with the naked eye, constantly washing away the spiritual imprint of Qinger's melting in the sword.

I only saw a few rounds of clicks down, so big that my hands were smoking. A wisps of dark black crack stretched out on the golden fingers, just like a dry riverbed would fall into a desolate and silent Gobi anytime and anywhere.

However, Qinger's Yurong not only did not see any joy, but also inadvertently frowned.

She is keenly aware that under the impact of the great and boundless Buddha's will, the connection between her mind and the prison magic sword is constantly weakening. The prison magic sword became heavier and heavier, and it was almost impossible to hold the buzzing sound in his hand.

You should know that the prison magic sword is an ancient magic soldier across the three worlds. Unless you have the peak cultivation of the heavenly level of unity, no one can completely subdue it. You can only rely on your mind to communicate with the sword spirit to achieve the effect of the sword. On the contrary, he will be hurt by grabbing the sword like Zong Lihai, which is often the end of the soul disappearing.

But how can it be easy to drive the prison magic sword with your mind? Otherwise, in this long three thousand years, someone should have used this method to pull out magic soldiers to sweep the world, and it would not be the turn of Qing'er.

It's just that the fate disk woke up first, and the prison magic sword was felt and woke up from the long sleep. Second, Lin Yingxu integrated the sword spirit with the yuan god sacrificial sword. While further awakening the prison magic sword, Qing'er also had a chance to get the permission of the sword spirit, and finally successfully controlled the magic sword to kill Zong Lihai.

But in the final analysis, this does not depend entirely on her own strength, but more on the power of the prison magic sword.

With the vision of the master of breaking the mountain, how can't you see the key? Therefore, as soon as he came up, he used the grand Buddha's power hidden in his hands to go all out to attack the prison magic sword, trying to cut off the connection between it and Qinger. Once it is done, such as drawing a salary from the bottom of the kettle, Qinger's current cultivation only relies on the boundary magic gun is not his opponent in any case. What's more, Dong Tianji has not made a move to watch the battle on the side?

However, the price paid by the master of breaking the mountain in this way is also extremely considerable. In less than three or two breaths, the huge and incoherent Buddha's hand shrank by nearly half, and the black cracks on it are getting deeper and deeper. It is only by the injection of his shocking source of Buddhism and magical power that it can barely be maintained.

Suddenly, Qing'er scolded, and the light and shadow of Tongyou Tower floated from the prison magic sword, bumping into the powerful hand.

"Boom--" The loud sound of the shaking of the mountain came, and the sea water within a few miles of the circle suddenly steamed and drained and turned into a vacuum.

It was so big that the power was shattered under the heavy blow of the Tongyou Tower, emitting scattered golden twitches.

Qing'er's eyes were awe-sighted, and her eyes seemed to be the end of the Underworld, urging the tower to bombard the depths of the void.

"Bum bang bang!" The shining light soared all the way. Wherever I passed, the void was broken and collapsed like a sand tower. A gray figure slightly staggered out of the underworld. The white eyebrows drooped and his knees were **, which was the master who broke the mountain.

Dong Tianji didn't expect that the situation would change so quickly. He whispered "not good" and took out the ancient sword with his backhand. He pinched the sword formula with his left hand, and hit the tower with his body and sword.

The sound tower of "Yang" has a counter-reverse force and collides head-on with the ancient sword of Shangqing.

A fairy, a demon and two peerless soldiers flew over, and the delicate body trembled at the corners of her lips and overflowed with blood.

At this moment, the void ten feet behind her suddenly surged, like steaming clouds.

Hundreds of colorful begonia flowers stretch gracefully, and the sharp sword spirit is intertwined into a harsh roar like a tsunami, covering half of the underworld and shooting towards Qinger's back, which is better than thousands of sails competing for thousands of arrows.

These begonias are like virtual and real, either entangled with each other or wandering alone, or wandering around or going straight in with a single knife. It is like thousands of holy masters who use swordsmanship at the same time, swallowing thousands of miles like a candle sky, making everyone present change their colors together. They were shocked and secretly in their hearts, "What kind of sacred is this?"

Dong Tianji stabilized his body and adjusted his breath. He squinted and stared at the begonia flowers blooming in the sky. He couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "One night, the begonia listens to the flower language - the generation of people who dare to listen to Tao Pavilion is finally born."

When my mind turned, the swords made of thousands of begonia flower branches have hit Qinger's back.

Qinger did not expect that in the world, in addition to the broken mountain master and Dong Tianji, there was a third person with such a magical power. The timing of the other party's action was extremely accurate. It was the moment when the prison magic sword and the demarcated magic gun were exhausted and the new power had not been born, and his mind was almost all poured into the broken mountain master and Dong Tianji, and there was no spare time to prevent his own raid.

At the moment of life and death, her mind flashed in her mind, and she vaguely guessed who was coming, so she immediately turned a blind eye to the begonia sword that came behind her, as if she had bet that the other party would show mercy and never hurt her life. The magic in her body reversed and whispered her lips and shouted, "Oh!"

"Puff!" The charming begonia flowers are sharp and sharp, and the protective body behind Qing'er ** pierces her delicate body.

The blood burst and dyed the whole body red in an instant. The withered sword gas twisted the meridians pierced the lungs, but intentionally or unintentionally avoided the fatal points of Qinger's golden elixir and Qihai.

"Wow--" A roll of blood fog spewed out of Qinger's cherry lips and splashed on the Youyuan magic beads.

Youyuan magic beads flew and glowed with an agate-like red halo, which was suddenly sucked into her mouth and fell under the tip of her tongue.

A force of Panran Mo Yu surged out of the Youyuan magic beads, and the enlightenment flowed all over the body for a moment.

"Bang bang bang bang--" Qinger's body bloomed with a thousand feet of gorgeous light, smashing the begonia branches that pierced into her delicate body into powder.

She raised her hand to recall the Tongyou Tower, turned her head and glanced coldly at the depths of the intertwined flowers and branches behind her. The broken sky and flowing shadows flashed away. In an instant, her figure disappeared, leaving only the permeated blood floating in the void...