This stone is the Luofu laser stone that the red-clothed lamas have worked so hard to snatch back from the hands of the right envoy of the evil spirit sect.

This thing was only the size of a baby's fist, and it was not very regular, but it attracted everyone's attention, because under its black and shining surface, there was the rainbow power that tore through the space, and the consciousness of Master Lunzhu who didn't know if the Dao still existed. The ghost demon mother-in-law supported her hands, as if she had lifted a heavy mountain, and under the gaze of everyone, she called and said, "Jiang Bai, you come!" ”

The little lama Jiang Bai was not surprised, he came out of the crowd, squeezed into the circle, and then stretched out his palm and gently pressed it against the stone.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head, took a deep breath, and silently recited the scriptures in his mouth.

The atmosphere was very solemn, and no one paid attention to us approaching, and we all looked at the two people in the field anxiously. The little lama Jiang Bai muttered to himself, I don't know what Lu Dao is chanting, I and Zamao Xiaodao can understand some daily conversations in Tibetan, but Tibetan Buddhist scriptures can only be regarded as heavenly books. After a long while, the little lama Jiangbai opened his eyes with a happy face, looked around, and looked around.

Guru Panjue stepped forward and asked hesitantly, "Is Guru Lunzhu here?" ”

"In!" The reincarnated Venerable Venerable of the Third Life Nodding nodded happily and said that although Honghua was stopped, Master Lunzhu's will was very strong, and he regenerated his true self in it—he was still there!

The old lamas around them with sad faces couldn't help but get excited when they heard the news, although it was Buddha nature not to be sad or happy, but there were still people who couldn't help but leave tears. The lama who used the secret technique of "mind transfer" before hugged the old lama who had been silent on the ground, burst into tears, muttered to himself, and said with trembling lips: "Griba died this time, but he also died as he deserved, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter!" ”

After a group of lamas got excited, they began to discuss how to reincarnate Master Lundrup here.

This reincarnation, Nyingma, Sakya, Kagyu, Kadam, and Gelug schools all have their own secret methods, at this moment, the Lunzhu Guru is only a wisp of remnant soul left, how to let him go through strange religious sacrifices, and re-complete the reincarnation and reconstruction, this is not something that we can decide here, we still need to return to Baiju Monastery, or even go to Lhasa, in the Jokhang Temple or the Potala Palace, to complete these rituals, how to carry out it, all need to be discussed, so this matter needs to be carried out slowly.

The ghost demon mother-in-law handed over the black stone in her hand to the little lama Jiang Bai's hand. Jiang Bai reverently held the object high above his head, bowed three times, and then carefully took out a saffron cloth bag, stored it, and put it in his arms.

After this side was determined, everyone's attention was pulled back, and when they saw a few of us who were still panting, the pale-faced old lama greeted us and said what was going on inside? I shrugged my shoulders and said I don't know what to do, I just run for my life, where do I remember to look elsewhere?

Guru Panjue nodded and said that the zombie inside is terrifying, and if you don't stop it in time, I'm afraid we may not be able to escape.

I waved my hand and smiled bitterly, saying that I was just a coincidence, who knows what happened to Lu Dao......

Seeing the corpse of the sword-spine crocodile dragon that the little demon Duoduo placed on the side of the road, he suddenly felt a little sad mood, suddenly improved, nodded, and said Yes, this little goblin of yours is a person who can run a family, and at such a critical moment, he has not forgotten to take some benefits. I laughed and said yes, the children are used to living a poor life, and the most unsightly thing is to destroy the heavens.

Seeing that everyone looked over in unison, the tiger cat standing on the sword-spine crocodile suddenly woke up and shouted loudly: "Don't panic, say in advance, the essence blood and demon pill on the sword-spine crocodile dragon, we are all very useful, this can't be divided!" ”

After all, the lamas were all high monks who practiced Buddhism, and they never spoke, but Liu Xuedao asked unexpectedly, why?

Lord Tiger Cat glared at him indignantly, and said that it's not all you, I just heard that your old boy damaged Xiao Ming's lightning peachwood sword and almost broke it, and there are heavy gel molecules in the essence and blood of the animal, which can just be used to fill the gap between the broken thunder punishment, and the demon pill also has to sneak into the handle, so that there is a spirit in the sword, so that it will not collapse and scatter again......

Liu Xuedao raised his head noncommittally, and said I see, you fat bird, you know a lot, dare to ask where you come from?

He hadn't died yet, and he had a glimpse of the tiger cat's thoughts, but the adults didn't pay attention to him, but swept his gaze to the old lama's face. The old lama didn't react, just nodded his head and said that it was so. Miscellaneous Xiaodao thought about it for a while, and then said that I only have one tendon for this thing, and you can divide the rest yourself.

This sword-spine crocodile dragon is a treasure, but it belongs to some semi-finished products, we can't take it away, it is better to be a favor.

Although the lamas practice Buddhism, they are related to customs, but they are not very taboo about these corpses, otherwise there would be no bone vajra and a gabala bowl made of the head of a high monk. They were seriously damaged this time, and the unsuccessful Honghua Master Lunzhu was also counted, one Geripa Master died, two were injured, and the rest were all crumbling - such a tragic situation is not because of the poor means of these eminent monks, these lamas who have cultivated Tantric Yoga are extremely skilled, but it is a pity that they have met the flying corpses that are rare in a thousand years and almost achieved drought, as well as the right envoy of the evil spirit sect with many means.

This right envoy can suppress the twelve demon stars, and with one means, it naturally can't be compared with us little miscellaneous fish.

In this world, everyone is afraid of comparison, everyone has their own areas of expertise, and there is no absolute strength and weakness, right and wrong.

Liu Xuedao also joined the process of dividing the spoils, this Xu Xiumei's death gave him a terrible headache, if there were one or two valuable materials on the sword-spine crocodile dragon, after going back, it would be good to have an explanation. After making sure that the heat wave inside would not gush out again, the miscellaneous hairy trail that originally thought that his thunder penalty was about to be scrapped began to move his hand unceremoniously, holding a sharp knife in his right hand, and his left hand began to slowly touch the meridians of this beast, moving little by little, slowly touching the ......

Finally, he squeezed a node, his eyes lit up, and he skillfully stabbed the submandibular artery of the animal in front of him, and made a small "T" shaped opening.

With this stab, the lamas began to recite the scriptures of the supernatural undead, and then the warm blood began to spurt out.

Because the Sword Spine Crocodile Dragon had already been overkilled by Master Panjue before, the strength of the splash was not very strong, and as soon as the left hand of the Miscellaneous Hair Trail determined the direction, he pulled out the thunder punishment early, and then began to lay it flat below, moving carefully. After some treatment by the miscellaneous hairy path, the first blood splattered from this wound actually contained golden lines, and it continued to hit the spine of the lightning peachwood sword with many cracks.

The blood was soaked, and then began to penetrate into the cracks, like a sponge, as if the consciousness was dominating, devouring the essence of this blood recklessly.

A minute later, the force of the blood splashing was even slower, and the blood that flowed out had an extremely fishy smell, and the miscellaneous hair trail did not put the thunder punishment below, put it away, and then slammed his hand in, that action, indescribable recklessness, as if catching a loach. The five-meter-long body of the sword-spine crocodile shook like chaff under his messy touch, as if it was alive.

After the divine touch of the miscellaneous hairy path, the sword-spine crocodile dragon's body shook and trembled, and then curled up on all fours.

Two minutes later, the miscellaneous hair trail pulled out a three-meter-long transparent tendon line with his right hand.

He looked back at the little demon Duoduo who was watching next to him, smiled, and said Little demon, if you add this thing to your nine-tailed demon binding rope, don't say that it is a demon bondage, it is to tie up a small poison and whip it at will, it is okay. The little demon was overjoyed, clapping his hands, and after these two moments, the miscellaneous hair trail seemed to have exhausted all his energy, sat on the ground, raised the thunder punishment full of pale golden plasma with a pale face, and said to the little demon with a wry smile: "Demon Dan, I still have to bother you to come and find it, I can't bear it......"

The little demon didn't contribute much in this battle, but he still had some strength to spare, so he didn't say a word, agreed, rolled up his sleeves, stretched into the wound, and teased it.

She is a spirit herself, although she is a spirit of plants and trees, and a unicorn is born, but she is also very sensitive to the demon pill, and after a while, she touched a bead the size of a quail egg. This bead is not as golden as we imagined, but because it is stained with too much flesh and blood, like the kind of swim bladder we encountered when we killed fish, the flesh and blood are blurred, and the appearance is very ugly.

But it's ugly to look at, but this thing is pregnant with a strong breath, it's demonic, and it also has the majesty and desolation of the dragon veins, and it's not easy to judge just from the field of Qi, but it's still a good thing after all.

Of course, the tiger cat is as cunning as a monkey, and when it says this, all the good things are naturally in its hands.

But this time, we are also the biggest contributors, take more, and no one cares.

With that done, we all stood to the side, arched our hands, and waited for the others to get started. This sharing of spoils is indecent, and it is easy to be criticized, questioning me and saying that the high monk is light and calm, and the Buddha nature is freewheeling, how can he participate? So skipping it for the time being, I studied the thunder punishment wrapped in the coagulated blood glue with the miscellaneous hairy path, and after a while, the little demon suddenly exclaimed: "Oops, fire baby!" ”

We looked in the direction she pointed, and saw that in the dark, the fire baby seemed to be holding something, swaying towards this side, flying towards it.