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This technique of glare and shadow is very wonderful, not only can the image be projected into the inner world of the old turtle, but also the sound can be transmitted.

In ancient times, this kind of glare and shadow technique was just a very ordinary spell, but in today's world, it can be regarded as a profound spell.

And Gu Fei had never seen such a technique.

"Since he can use the earth's spiritual veins to refine the inner heaven and earth, then we can do it too!" Gu Fei stared at the mysterious little monk in the glare mirror on the lake, and suddenly said such words to the old turtle.

"That evil little bald donkey has already dominated that side of the world, where do we still have a chance?" The old turtle naturally knew what Gu Fei wanted to do, but the little monk stayed there, and the old turtle couldn't help but make a mistake.

If his cultivation was restored to one-tenth, or even one-hundredth, of his peak, he would be able to pinch that evil little monk to death with one hand.

But it's a pity that even on the Ling Mountain, he occupies the largest and strongest spiritual vein in the Spirit Mountain, and after cultivating for a few years, his cultivation has not yet broken through to the realm of immortals.

The strength of the old turtle at this time is only the peak realm of demigods, and with the power of the inner heaven and earth, his strength should be comparable to the legendary immortal gods.

However, it is obvious that the little pink monk who came out of the tomb of the Buddha and seemed to be harmless to humans and animals is stronger than the old turtle, perhaps, the little monk is already a first-class god and Buddha.

Gu Fei looked at the side on the surface of the lake that showed the glare mirror of the image, and said indifferently: "That little monk just dominated the void on the ground, but the underground ...... Hey, hey!"

In the image above the lake, the little monk was suppressing the heavenly side of the divine palace, and the pillars of fire continued to explode, and in just a while, they had already sunk a hundred zhang.

The rumbling sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the hazy Buddha land where the little monk was located actually showed signs of materialization, and began to transform between the virtual and the real.

This is not a good phenomenon, if the little monk is allowed to continuously absorb the aura of the earth fire vein, the inner world of the little monk may really be able to turn from virtual to real, and form a real inner world from the new.

At that time, the old turtle will not be the opponent of the mysterious little monk.

The inner heaven and earth of the mysterious little monk are shrouded in the sky above the fire veins of the earth, and every inch of the void is surrounded by the light of the Buddha and the light of the Buddha, as long as someone enters the light of the Buddha, it will be immediately felt by the little monk.

But underground, underground, is the earth fire vein, even the power of the inner heaven and earth of the little monk, it is difficult to penetrate into it, and it is blocked by the extremely huge earth fire qi.

"Stinky boy, it's very good, it's a big deal, we'll have a dead fish, even if we can't get it, we must not let that little monk take advantage. When the old turtle heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said gloomily.

When Gu Fei heard the words of the old turtle, he couldn't help but have a cold war, this old turtle ...... It seems that he really hates that seemingly innocent little monk! He senses that something bad is about to happen.

On a dark and windy night, in the endless snow-capped mountains of the Northland, a huge pillar of fire towered between heaven and earth, and an ancient temple with a glowing glow and a thousand divine lights was suppressing the huge pillar of fire.

Heaven and earth are turbulent, the wind and clouds change color, the wind and fire are raging, the Buddha land within a range of 100 miles on one side, sprinkled with endless peaceful Buddha light, below, the Tao is like a fire dragon, constantly rushing into the Buddha land, and then directly into the most primitive aura, integrated into that side of the world.

That is the Buddha's world, in the center of heaven and earth, there is a little monk sitting holding a purple gold bowl in his hand, in the whole heaven and earth, the sky is falling, and the ground is surging golden lotus, giving people an infinite and peaceful atmosphere.

The light of the Buddha, the light of the fire, the light of the glow, constitute an unimaginable wonder between heaven and earth, in the mountains, although countless monks were affected by the fireballs that flew out when the fire veins of the earth exploded, and some were killed and injured, but they still did not want to leave.

Hundreds of miles around the Earth Fire Vein, the figure of the monk can still be seen, and above the sky, those big people who can fly in the sky are also watching.

From time to time, you can see a rainbow-like light flashing in the clouds.

In a cloud of white clouds, an ancient altar loomed, revealing a majesty as terrifying and heavy as the ancient sacred mountain, and on the altar, stood a group of immortal Dao bones.

Among this group of Taoists, there are dusty figures who are as white as old gods, and there are middle-aged Taoists with black shoulders and strange bones.

The person standing at the front was not the head of the Taixuan Sect, Xuantian Dao, but the one with a face as full and ruddy as a baby, but with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes, as if a human skin was draped over a skeleton.

Kurong Daoist, the only demigod-level master who appeared in the Three Great Dao Gates, turned out to be the senior power of the Taixuan Sect.

Even the Xuantian Dao people, the seven branch vein seats, all stood behind the Kurong Dao people, and they didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

Kurong Daoist quietly looked at the hazy void shrouded by the Buddha's light in front of him, and his face was as calm as water, without any fluctuations.

On the altar, everyone has the cultivation of the Imperial Void Realm, and when they are released, they are all big people who are enough to open a mountain and establish a sect in the cultivation world.

However, no one knows if this is the true strength of Taixuanmen, which has been inherited in the cultivation world for five or six thousand years, and no one knows its heritage.

The Three Great Dao Sects, in the cultivation world, can already be regarded as an ancient sect, inherited for thousands of years, and standing in the cultivation world for thousands of years, relying on it is not luck, but really having this strength.

In the void in several other directions, there were also clouds floating, and those clouds showed no signs of moving, like white jade embedded in the night sky.

Needless to say, in every cloud, there are powerful monks, and a pitch-black demon cloud in the north is the most conspicuous, where the demon shadow collides, revealing a demonic aura that makes people palpitate.

Due south, but it is demonic, a cloud of demons is overwhelming, suspended in the sky, countless big demons in and out, so lively.

In the demon clouds, on the broad back of a colorful divine bird, there stood two figures, one was a beautiful woman wearing a purple dress, like a nine-heavenly fairy descending from the dust, and the other was a middle-aged man wearing a five-clawed golden dragon yellow robe, not angry and arrogant.

"Father, what is the origin of that little monk?" a crisp and pleasant voice sounded, and the girl standing next to the middle-aged man in the yellow robe said loudly.

The middle-aged gaze seemed to penetrate the void, see through a qiē, see through a qiē, but at this time, he frowned and groaned for a long time.

Finally, he said: "Although those old guys in the Western Buddhism rarely go out of the Western Buddha land, they have never heard of such a powerful Buddhist being. ”

This middle-aged man is the demon lord Huang Long, and with his knowledge, he didn't see the origin of the little monk, let alone anyone else.

The beautiful girl in purple no longer spoke, but she was shocked in her heart, you must know that her father is the demon lord Huanglong, the only remaining dragon clan on the Tenglong Big 6.

The dragon clan, with an almost endless longevity, the demon lord Huanglong, has been in the Tenglong Great 6 cultivation world for thousands of years, and is definitely an antique-level character.

He couldn't even see the origin of the little monk, but he had to shock the demon girl inexplicably.

In the demon clouds, there are obviously big demons who are surging from time to time, but all the big demons are under the orders of the demon lord Huanglong, and they dare not have any presumptuousness.

All the strong people above the sky were watching, no one acted rashly, and the mysterious little monk who came out of the tomb of the Buddha shocked everyone.

"Whew!", "Whew!", "Whew!"

Three old monks with white beards and white eyebrows, wearing moon-white monk robes, appeared in the western sky.

"Is he really an old ancestor?" one of the old monks with two snow-white eyebrows muttered as he looked at the illusory world in front of him with a pair of cloudy old eyes.

"As the only surviving Supreme Elder of the Buddhist Sect, you and I should know the secrets of the Western Buddha Land that have been passed down orally from generation to generation. The other old monk with a wrinkled face, but in good spirits, as if full of endless energy, said.

This old monk is old, but he is as loud as a bell, tall, and under the moon-white monk's robes, you can see bulging strong muscles.

"The tomb of the Buddha is not buried by the Buddha Lord, but by him!" said the last old monk, who was thin and short, with dark and wrinkled skin.

"Could it be...... Did he really reverse life and death?" the elder monk of Changmei exclaimed, this is a secret that only the Buddhist Sect Elder Taishang knows, and the next Supreme Elder was passed down by the previous generation of Elder Taishang.

"It seems to have succeeded, but it seems to have failed again, I can't see through it!" the skinny and black thin monk muttered to himself, looking at the little monk sitting in the hazy Buddha land in front of him.

The three old monks, instead of stepping forward, but like many masters, hid in the distant sky, quietly watching the shocking scene in front of them.

"Boom ......" the heavens and the earth shook, and an illusory and unreal Buddha land gradually became clear, absorbing the endless leylines and the world of aura, which seemed to be truly presented in front of everyone's eyes at any time.

At this time, in a snowy forest hundreds of miles away, two sneaky figures were talking in a whisper, and at the same time they glanced around alertly.

"That's it!" the dragon-man creature whispered.

"Is it too far away to come any closer!" replied a young man in white.

"It's not far away, and if you get closer, you will be seen by the wicked little bald donkey. The guy with the dragon body seemed to have some scruples and did not accept the mention of the young man in white.

"Well, let's do it!" said the young man in white with a nod.

"Okay!" the dragon man grabbed the young man in white, and then, the snow under the feet of the two suddenly fell silently, and the two fell down at once.

A layer of power like water waves enveloped Gu Fei and the old turtle, and the soil below quickly parted to the side, and in just a moment, the two of them sank thousands of feet in the ground.

Sensing the vast fluctuations of the earth's fire veins, the old turtle discerned the direction, and silently broke through the soil with the technique of earth escape, and flew forward.

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