The sudden change made Chen Fan stunned, he originally just imagined that he had just done just now, urging the true qi of the Taisu Spirit Sutra to form a Tai Chi defensive shield, but he didn't expect that the Tai Chi pattern that the true qi appeared would turn into a sealing diagram, sealing the opponent's moves!

"How is that possible!"

King Pulun's voice was full of disbelief, and immediately, a touch of madness appeared on his face, and Chen Fan's eyes were glowing with a strange brilliance.

"Understood, the poor monk understands, even Saihuatuo can't peep into the supreme inner scripture of the Xuanmen, it has been inherited by you, hahaha, when the poor monk will take you to the Dayin Temple, hand over to the big host, then the merit will be immeasurable, and the poor monk will be able to be one of the four great Venerables!" King Pulun Daming's voice suddenly became loud, and the golden light that had gradually dimmed became bright again.

He clasped his hands together, and an obscure Sanskrit sound came out of his mouth.

"Uh-ma-m-mi-moo-y-y"

Chen Fan only felt that his brain was dizzy, and there seemed to be countless Buddhas with different joys, sorrows, and expressions shaking in the sea of gods, making him unable to exert any of his strength.

At the same time, an inexplicable killing intent enveloped Chen Fan, and the nightmare of his childhood appeared again, he became a baby in swaddling clothes, a woman with blood, constantly running away, and countless monks dressed in scarlet were smiling evilly!

"Kill!!"

Endless anger emanated from Chen Fan's body, his eyes became blood-red, he waved his fist, and hit out out of thin air, more than ten meters away, a stone was instantly shattered!

Monk Pulun's eyelids jumped, obviously shocked by Chen Fan's strength.

"Uh-ma-m-mi-moo-y-y"

It sounded different, but the complex Sanskrit sound echoed in Chen Fan's mind, and Monk Pulun read more and more urgently.

If Chen Fan can open his perspective eye, he will find that the sound waves of Monk Pulun's pronunciation are mixed with special true qi, and the golden and bronze color of Monk Pulun's skin and flesh is gradually returning to its original state.

"Ahhh

Chen Fan slapped out another palm, but the true qi turned purple, and the huge palm brushed over Monk Pulun's shoulder, hitting the ice, the ice surface clicked, cracking into a spider web, and the power was greater than just now!

Monk Pulun looked solemn, but after Chen Fan slapped this palm, the greed in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

However, the aura on his body was rapidly weakening.

Monk Pulun's right hand was in the shape of a flower, and the prayer cylinder that Chen Fan had cut off the prayer bell appeared, spinning in the air, as if there were countless monks reciting scriptures.

In the midst of killing intent, Chen Fan's blood pupils were full of enemies chasing and killing his infant mother.

Just when his spiritual platform was about to be invaded by killing intent, the Sanskrit sound was inexplicable, like a prayer bell hanging on the wooden door of the dilapidated Baiyun Temple.

"When you know that people do not plant good roots in one, two, three, four, or five Buddhas, they have planted all good roots in countless thousands of Buddhas. ”

"Hearing is a chapter and verse, and even a thought gives birth to a pure believer, Su Bodhi, such as - come to know and see, is an immeasurable blessing for all sentient beings. ”

In a trance, the Sanskrit sound was faint, and Chen Fan involuntarily recited the Diamond Sutra scriptures given to him by the monk Baoshan, the presiding monk of Baiyun Temple.

The Lingtai gradually became clear, consciousness gradually returned, the blood in Chen Fan's eyes gradually disappeared, and the mysterious scriptures recited by Monk Pulun could no longer have any effect on Chen Fan.

The blood color receded, and pale gold unexpectedly appeared in his eyes, and the two-sided prayer flags hanging on the tree were still exuding a vast Buddhist aura, blocking the aura of the outside world.

But at this moment, Chen Fan felt that the two prayer flags seemed to be controllable by himself, he gently stretched out his hand, and the two complicated prayer flags were blown by the wind and fell to Chen Fan's palm.

The Sanskrit sound stopped abruptly, and Monk Pulun stared at Chen Fan with wide eyes, the prayer cylinder in front of him fell to the ground, and the golden light blessed on him suddenly disappeared.

"How could the Buddha shelter you??"

Monk Puren's face suddenly became hideous.

Chen Fan did not answer, but stretched out his hand.

The Sun and Moon Divine Knife inserted in the stone wall, as if inspired, emitted a silver, sun-like aura.

Airplanes!

Two whistles!

"Here comes the knife!!"

The Sun and Moon Divine Sword returned to Chen Fan's hand, and his figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, only bringing a few snowflakes with him.

"How can the poor monk defeat you!"

Monk Pulun's right hand was in the shape of a flower, and he was about to perform some kind of secret technique, but blood overflowed from his five fingers without warning, leaving only five white bones!

"How so!"

A silver light overflowed from the middle of Monk Pulun's eyebrows, and the blood formed a blood moon on the ground, and Monk Pulun snorted, his eyes were still full of disbelief.

However, it was too late, and his body was wrapped in a robe with countless holes, and he fell off a cliff.

On the Snow Peak Mountain, the prayer flags on both sides are still fluttering in the wind, but the monks are gone.

Chen Fan's hand still maintained a chopping motion, and there was a red meridian in his arm that extended to the heart of the Dao, and the breath of the bare eyes quickly declined as the monk fell into the cliff.

Chen Fan didn't expect that the Blood Burning Secret Technique recorded in the Taiyan Internal Scripture would improve so much.

However, the accompanying side effects were even greater, there was not much aura left in his body, and a sense of emptiness struck, he barely stabilized his body, took out a medicine bottle, and poured more than a dozen Gu Yuan Dan into his mouth one after another.

Silently running the Taixuan Spirit Sutra, after a few small weeks, Chen Fan's breath stabilized, but if you look closely, his complexion is still a little pale, and the battle with the monk is extremely expensive for him, if he doesn't finally use the secret technique in the Taiyan Inner Scripture that can temporarily enhance his strength, Chen Fan doesn't know how long he has to deal with the other party.

However, it was finally won.

Chen Fan's gaze swept on the five fingers that fell, there was no such thing as a storage ring, Chen Fan walked to the edge of the cliff, looked at the bottomless abyss, and regretted slightly, this evil monk may have many secrets on his body.

The wind and snow covered up the blood stains, Chen Fan got up and prepared to go down the mountain, but his feet stepped on the prayer cylinder that fell to the ground, Chen Fan's consciousness moved, grabbed the prayer cylinder, and took a few closer glances at the moonlight, Chen Fan's palm suddenly flashed with a burst of purple light, and a layer of golden light on the prayer cylinder gradually dimmed, and finally the aura surged, and several things fell out of the prayer cylinder.

Several scriptures of different thicknesses, prayer flags on three sides, several strings of Buddhist beads, a few bottles of elixir, and some daily items.

Fan monk's belongings, much less than Chen Fan imagined, Chen Fan picked up a scripture book, looked at it, couldn't help but be speechless for a while, coincidentally, this scripture book, turned out to be some Tantric men and women double - practice meditation, the pattern inside is even colored, lifelike, than the two evil books from the two elders of gold and silver do not know where to go, and even next to the picture, write down the corresponding breathing method.

Chen Fan originally wanted to destroy it casually, but after thinking about it, he was not a righteous gentleman, let alone a hypocritical monk in a robe, so let's see what would happen.

"Take it back and study it. ”

Chen Fan didn't look through the rest of the scriptures carefully, and moved some useful things into his ring, while the rest of the things were thrown into the abyss with the wind.

After sorting out the items, Chen Fan wiped out the traces of the fighting around him, presumably two more snowfalls, and everything here will be returned to the white snow.

No one would know that a monk from the Dayin Temple had died here!

(End of chapter)