The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

In view of the fact that the Buddha was enchanted at that time, he dared to risk the world, but also paid a great price to pursue immortality.Such a person, even if only one breath is left, will not be willing to pass on the merits to others.

When Luo Mingchuan heard him, he knew that he was awkward and he had been prepared for it. At this time, he drew his sword straight and pulled Yin Biyue back!

The sword force split the smoke, and the gray bricks of the Buddha's hall cracked a deep gap, extending all the way under the offering platform, and watched an inch before the body.

But the golden light had enveloped the entire Buddhist temple, and the mighty pressure of the tide came.

At this time, the weak door panel became like a cast iron, and the two slammed them apart and had to face the pressure.

The old monk sat on the pedestal, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed slightly, and the golden light and red awn behind him became more and more dazzling.

Yin Biyue finally knew why he was willing to explain so much before, but was trying to give himself time to recover.

Now, one minute more time, the more disadvantageous they are.

The two looked at each other, Luo Mingchuan started the sword again, Zhenyuan poured out, and a series of stripping sounds sounded at the blade front, as if the air was torn apart.

He broke a passage through the substantive coercion, Yin Biyue's leaning against the lake sword came out of the sheath, and moved forward in this passage!

A bit of chill came out of the sword, and a thin layer of hoarfrost had condensed on the ground.

Where the sword passes, frost expands rapidly.Jian Feng went straight to the point of view!

At the same time, Luo Mingchuan's gaze also arrived, which was falling on the eyebrows of the viewer.

This is the third time the two have joined forces against the enemy.When meeting the evil spirit repair in the cave in Yeli, he still cooperated with jerky, and Xingshan Temple already has 70% tacit understanding.

At this time, it was even more satisfactory, and Tianfu complemented each other, exerting a power far beyond the original level, which was enough to shock the practice world.

But all this is still not enough to overcome a former saint.

Even if he has been weakened by years and formation.

When the view opened and opened his eyes, Yin Biyue's Jian Feng stopped in the air, no matter how close it was.His thin lips pursed slightly, and cold sweat dipped into his forehead.

After looking at Jian Feng's eyes, Yin Biyue's complexion quickly went pale, and she took three consecutive steps to stand firm.

However, his eyes were piercing and he had to close his eyes for a moment.Just in the blink of an eye, Luo Mingchuanfei stepped forward, patting Yin Biyue's back with his left hand, and flipped with his right hand. A big handprint of Buddha was pressed down!

Yin Biyue was sent out of the battle by his brother, watching the two palms facing each other.

The temple in the golden light slammed, the tent was blown into powder, and the beams of beams and beams splashed!

Luo Mingchuan's five-finger flesh and blood flew horizontally, like rain and mist, and exposed the bones.

In view of the thin and shrunken palms, the invisible one was withdrawn.The confession under him, under the pressure of the violent true element, cracked five deep marks.

At this time, Yin Biyue's sword momentum was completed.

"boom--"

The pedestal broke into dust, and fell into the dust.

Dirty, dust covered in gold.

But this time he saw the sword clearly.Pupil shrinks.

Yin Biyue didn't even think that he had just seen Luo Mingchuan injured and shot angrily.

This sword is strong and strong, giving him too many surprises and doubts.At the zigzag meeting, contend with Feng Yu Jian.In Xingshan Temple, pierced into the infinite physical body of Jingyun.

And now, he can break through a saint's defense.

After standing up slowly, the sound of bone rubbing was clear and harsh.

It is clearly a thin and low figure, but standing up gives the terrifying shadow of Taishan.

He looked indifferent, but he didn't shoot, because he felt that after many years, he should always say something to this sword.

He thought about it and found nothing to say.

Even if the owner is changed, this sword is as abominable as ever.

Then, the sky was filled with anger, like fire.

How about a million years, even if it is an uncountable long time, as long as you see the sword, how can you not be angry?!How not to hate?!

So he stretched out his palm, his index finger and middle finger caught Jian Feng.

In Yin Biyue's eyes, the old monk's movements were extremely slow, but he was unavoidable.I felt that the pressure suddenly increased suddenly, advancing and retreating from the valley, as if a mountain was pressed on the sword.

Then the Yihu sword shook violently, buzzing like a rainstorm, and Yin Biyue was terrified in his heart. The other party wanted to break the sword.

The coldness of death passed down the sword and spread to the wrist, raging all the way to the meridian, pushing his heart and lungs.

Suddenly there was a breeze, and a sword came across!

Yin Biyue turned to see Luo Mingchuan holding Shen Zhoujian in his left hand, his eyes calm.However, the right hand was bleeding, and half of the sleeves had been stained with blood.

This sword came in a very clever manner, opened the old monk's fingers against the lake, and turned to cross-cutting, cutting towards the wrist.

The look remained unchanged, and the palm turned over, even holding a sharp blade.

Yin Biyue's sword edge was shaken away, but the coldness of silence was still in the meridian muscles and bones, and he could barely stand firm with the sword.

The two were deadlocked and closed their eyes almost at the same time.

In the room, the sand and sand in the Buddha Hall are quiet.

Yin Biyue vaguely guessed that they had entered a certain mysterious realm, similar to the meditation of Buddhism, worrying that at this time he would rashly break the balance, but it would harm his brother.I had to watch the changes aside.Strong self-settled, but still scorched.

*******

There is a big gap between the young genius in the spiritual world and the saint a million years ago.This is destined to be an unprecedented one, and it is very difficult to have a comer battle in the future.

At their age, Mr. Jian Sheng and Mr. Zhang Yuan have joined forces to kill a Mahayana strongman with the Theravada and the obstacle-breaking state. It is an incredible legend.

They have been able to see what they are doing today, and even if someone sees it with their own eyes, they can't believe it.

But this is not to score, but to decide life and death.

Luo Mingchuan opened his eyes, Shino was a sea of ​​blood.

The red clouds raging in the sky, like the flames burning, to burn through the blue sky, the wind and sand is full of bloody gas.

Broken flags, corpses everywhere, the rushing river was red with blood.All kinds of exercises and magical powers are still there, making the mountains and rivers messy and the land scorched.

He stared at everything starkly, feeling inexplicably familiar.Until a Zen stick breaks through the wind.

Luo Mingchuan stepped back into the river and retreated. However, the Zen rod passed through, breaking the river and dividing the water, raising ten feet of wind and waves and roaring.

Looking at the high mountains on the opposite side, the eyes seemed to have a terrifying finish, and the golden and red cassocks hunted and hunted.

His figure is as high as a mountain.

Luo Mingchuan's thoughts moved, and Shen Zhoujian lay in front of him, like a long dike, blocking the river and blocking the waves.

Although Shen Zhou was a famous sword in the world, it was also difficult to withstand the sage's blow. After shaking the Zen stick, he straightened out and flew off the river.

The Zen stick returned to the top of the mountain and was held in his hands by Guan Guan.The huge waves along the way fell into the river, and the waves were restless for a long time.

Luo Mingchuan's figure had reached the shore, but his face was pale, and his clothes were wet by the river.The color of the pupil suddenly changed, and the mountain peaks and rocks underneath watched fall, the boulders rolled down and collapsed.

This is the remains of a battlefield after the Daomo War.

In this state of meditation, the two fight with the spirit of the gods, and the view is stronger than being trapped in the golden array of Buddha and India.

He walked down from the high mountain, his figure was light and fluttering, but the earth shook slightly as he fell.

Although the mountain at his feet collapsed, he came to a high mountain.

Majesty.

Luo Mingchuan's meridians exploded, his mouth irresistibly overflowing with blood, and Xu Yu soaked his body, finally unable to support, and fell to his knees on the ground.

A standpoint stood in front of him and looked down upon him.Slowly put his hand on top of his head.

In the hall of the Buddha, Luo Mingchuan's complexion was quickly disappointed, and his skinny body was strangely plump.

Yin Biyue was shocked in his heart. Although they could not see them fighting, he also knew that the situation was very crisis.No matter what else, Yihu Jian flew toward Guanxinkou.

Without touching the cassock, he was shocked severely, and the huge force of anti-shock hurt the heart and lungs.

Yin Bi collapsed under the donor platform, only to feel a severe chest pain, and his eyes were bloody.

The look was indifferent, but there was a slightly invisible smile in the eyes.

The two young men are very strong and their vitality is enough to break him today.

It can be seen that the sky will not die him.Then the future will surely be immortal.

At this moment, the Yihujian on the ground shook slightly, and the movement was weak, and even Yin Biyue didn't even notice it.

In the state of meditation, Luo Mingchuan, on the verge of death, raised his head.

He was supposed to be extremely weak, but for some reason, his eyes were terrible and cold.

After watching the eyes, I was shocked, and wanted to withdraw!

But it was too late, and his cultivation was lost quickly, and he poured it into Luomingchuan crazy along the palm of his hand!

The wild winds of Siye suddenly rose, the mountains collapsed, and the turbulent waves raged.

After watching, he finally withdrew a thousand miles and screamed, "Mo Changyuan!"

Shen Zhou's sword jumped out of the lake, and the afterimage was like a wind, faster than his figure, penetrating his heart, and nailing him fiercely on the ground.

It is also the eighth level of'Tian Luo Jiu Zhuan', which transforms others into self-cultivation and life.

But when the two met, they stood tall.

Meditation is fragmented.

Yin Bi struck the ground with a sword and barely sat up.

I saw that the eyes had been opened, the eyes were scarlet, and there was bleeding in the mouth, like a crazy man, "ridiculous! I didn't die under the Linyuan sword, who would die in the hands of the devil--"

"My brother is not the devil!"

The temple shook violently, and the beams and walls began to collapse.

Luo Mingchuan still closed his eyes, and Yin Biyue took him in his arms.He breathed smoothly, but he couldn't wake up, and Zhenyuan couldn't reach into his body.

The old monk's mouth was bloody, he looked at the two, breathing abruptly, the way full of malice,

"You don't want him to be enchanted, but he can't look back..."

The entire Jinguang large array of hubs was damaged, the ground of the Xingshan Temple was cracked, and the temple was in a panic.

Yin Biyue was exhausted and seriously injured. Even if he knew that it was going to collapse, the situation was too dangerous to estimate, nor could he take a step with the unconscious Luo Mingchuan.

Amidst the devastating vibrations and dust, he protected Luo Mingchuan and sat down in the corner of the Buddhist temple. For a moment, he thought he was really dead.

But the next moment, a sharp sword light split the smoke.

The noise is quiet.

The young boy sounded loud and clear, "Go."