Feng Xue screamed casually, but she became alert in her heart.

Anyone who dares to ride the wind these days must at least practice the state of returning to the emptiness. Otherwise, if you pretend to be [beep--] and exhaust your true energy, isn’t that asking for death?

As the bald donkey gradually approached, Feng Xue finally saw the appearance of this guy, which was the old monk he met in the medicine shop a few days ago.

That is, the suspected Fahai.

"The donor killed too much and had already entered the devil's way. He still didn't put down his butcher's knife!"

The old monk's mouth and cannon were nothing compared to Cihang Pudu. He shouted out with this voice. Even the generals on the battlefield showed compassion on the faces, and ordinary soldiers were like straw that were blown down, worshiping them one by one, throwing weapons in their hands aside, kowtowing while chanting the name of Buddha. After this battle, even if Feng Xue retreated, the remaining soldiers were all destroyed because they would never be able to hold up the knife again. And those generals would inevitably develop a kindness in battle. There is no problem with kindness in themselves, but if they appeared on the battlefield, it would be the way to die.

The Buddhist supernatural powers, Buddhist music and Zen singing, are said to be created by the Buddha to transform evil spirits. With just one sentence "The donor is destined to be with my Western teachings", the golden immortal can be transformed. Feng Xue does not practice Buddhism. When the Buddha music and Zen singing into his hands, it becomes a deteriorated version of the Great Thunder Sound. Although it still has 70% power with the blessing of 100 languages, it is far from reaching the perfection of the old monk.

However, it is not as good as it is, and this great thunder sound technique is not Feng Xue's main spell. With the green silk sword in his hand, thousands of sword lights will be slashed towards the old monk, as if in the next moment, thousands of arrows will be able to penetrate the heart.

"Don't be obsessed with it!"

Another Buddhist song and Zen singing, but this time it was smashed together with the Buddha's light.

Putting power into words, which is the so-called spiritual spirit, if Feng Xue practices this method, he will be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort. Unfortunately, he does not have any relevant methods. If he wants to go from nothing to something, it is easier to practice swordsmanship directly.

The golden Buddha light shattered the sword light, but Feng Xue was not afraid at all. Where the mind was, where the sword existed, there was no consumption or burden. As long as the mind was still firm, it could create the sword light of the mind infinitely.

The wind in the sky is a sword, the clouds are a sword, and the dust drops in the air are also a sword. Although the old monk broke through Feng Xue's sword rain, every time he breathed, it seemed like a sharp blade was roaring. Even though he had already cultivated the golden body, he would inevitably feel a stinging feeling at this time.

"Crazy!" A golden hollow copper dumbbell flew out of the old monk's hand and smashed it at Feng Xue with a force of ten thousand pounds. When the copper dumbbell approached, Feng Xue realized that there was a pointed point in front of him, which turned out to be the Buddhist demon-subduing pestle.

This thing looks like a dumbbell with an awl, but its power is extraordinary. Feng Xue picked up the long sword in her hand, and the moment the sword tip and the tip of the demon-subduing pestle came into contact, he felt the powerful force.

It opened and closed, and it was fierce and fierce. This was the characteristic of Buddhist techniques and martial arts. When this pestle hit, it would fall to the ground like a meteorite, which was very terrifying, but Feng Xue did not come to it. The sword edge slightly deflected and slid back along the tip of the sword. While bringing up a string of Mars, it was stuck in the hollowing of the back section of the demon-subduing pestle.

Classical physics tells us that for objects in motion, as long as new forces in different directions are applied at the right position, the object can deviate from its original motion trajectory.

Feng Xue's attack was not as powerful as the sword when she cut off the head of the Xuanjia Army, but the vajra that was originally straightforward had already lost its balance. It was picked by the sword and flew out in the air, but it was completely gone.

This story tells us that we should not make so many fancy hollowings on weapons.

Not to mention how many ordinary soldiers killed by the vajra, Feng Xue took a step forward, and her whole person turned into a sword light and rushed straight into the sky. It was the method of sword light flying. It was the method Feng Xue learned from the basic sword technique. Although there were some defects in short-distance maneuvers, the straight line was much faster than the flying magic weapon in previous lives, and it had powerful killing that the flying magic weapon did not have.

The old monk who was already hundreds of meters tall had arrived in front of him almost in the blink of an eye. The blue-haired sword pierced out of the sword light, and the tip pointed directly at the ancestral orifice between the old monk's eyebrows.

This time, the old monk didn't have time to do anything else, because Feng Xue's sword was much faster than the sound!

I saw the old monk's monk's robe swelling like a blower installed inside, and then I saw the shriveled and thin body swelling like steamed buns, and the skin gradually became coated with a layer of golden light in the process.

Before this process was completed, Feng Xue's sword was already in full. However, because the old monk suddenly expanded, the target of the sword had become a heart.

"Shell—"

Accompanied by the unpleasant sound of metal tearing, Feng Xue's long sword pierced into the chest of the light golden monk who had expanded to more than five meters high, and the sword tip penetrated more than one foot.

However, for the golden body magic, this attack was obviously not fatal. As the strong wind broke, a pair of golden hands hit Feng Xue like a mosquito!

Seeing that it was difficult to kill one blow, Feng Xue immediately pulled out and retreated. The sound of friction made people sour. As the sword edge was pulled out, a handful of blood also splattered.

"Red Blood? Old Monk, your practice has entered the evil path!" Feng Xue retreated ten feet away, stood in the air, and said to the great monk who had completely transformed into a golden body and magic form.

When Buddhist practices, they can achieve the following symptoms of metal blood, metal bones, and metal body.

Those who cultivate gold and blood have the strongest righteousness. They practice the method of subduing demons and eliminating demons and saving the people. They often walk in the world, suppressing all evil and saving the dead souls.

Those who practice gold bones have the strongest Buddhist intentions. They meditate and recite scriptures and fasting, and often live in the ancient temple of Mingshan, nourish their hearts and worship Buddha without caring for the world.

Only this golden body Dharma image is a magical power of killing and attacking. After cultivation, it can transform into a golden body Buddha to suppress everything, and cultivate pure power.

Most of the serious Buddhists start with the cultivation of golden bones. If demons are rampant or they are practicing golden blood, most of them are not to fight ghosts, but to hit people. Before, Cihang Pudu used evil methods to cultivate the golden body and Dharma appearance, not because this path is the strongest, but because it can only practice this kind of thing.

Feng Xue originally thought that the old monk who was full of evil spirits and had already entered the devil's path was a master of cultivating gold blood. Who would have thought that he was just a yellow giant?

"The Dharma of Buddhism, how can you talk nonsense?" The old monk undoubtedly understood Feng Xue's meaning, so he became more and more angry. He had to practice the profound Buddhist teachings of the golden bones and to practice the golden blood to save all sentient beings. He had not calmed his anger, so how could he practice it?

At this time, Feng Xue mentioned it and became even more angry. He suddenly took out a golden bowl and was about to smash it on Feng Xue's forehead.

At this time, the old monk's golden body was ten feet tall, and the bowl in his hand was as big as a tank. The powerful suction force was emitted from it, which was a vague ability to restrain the escape method!

"Can this be the legendary Buddha's golden bowl?" Feng Xue's face turned dark, and she felt something was wrong in her heart. She condensed the sword light and fought against this magic weapon with the intent of thousands of feet. It was at this moment that the dice that made him grow big in his ears again-
Chapter completed!