Most of the people present were dark monks, and they were no strangers to the soul path. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Moreover, intuitively speaking, Xiang Xiaotian felt that the pair of children and grandchildren were cultivating the soul path. It's just that they don't show their faces, and the cheapest old man with bones just now should be from the Dark Attribute Bone Dao, which has certain similarities with the Soul Dao.

They could completely feel the strong pressure of the ghost gate on them, and when they saw this thing appear, all the faces they were secretly observing changed drastically.

Originally, according to Xiang Xiaotian's words, it was to teach the gluttony a face, after all, he didn't want to provoke such a huge sect. Now, Xiang Xiaotian's hand is enough to make all of them cautious. The young man in front of him seemed to be much stronger than he imagined.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the fierce monk held a Zen staff in his hand and looked at Xiang Xiaotian viciously. The Ghost Gate Pass was restored to about half a person's height, just revealing Xiang Xiaotian's head. He looked at the monk with a playful and contemptuous face: "Hey, big monk, look at the five big and three coarse." Why is it so powerful? Do you want me to help you, master, if you have this little strength, let alone me, even if the ghost door in front of you is closed, you can't break it. ”

When the monk was said this, his face immediately turned red. Since he was a child, he was the one with the most strength in the temple. So what I practice is the external strength of Buddhism, I didn't expect Xiang Xiaotian to say this.

In a fit of rage, he didn't lose his mind, and casually tore off a huge string of prayer beads around his neck.

The strange thing is that after such a huge rosary was torn off by him, it did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air. Bursts of Sanskrit sounds suddenly sounded in the monk's mouth, and the golden light of the Buddhist swastika surrounded the scene. Huge rosaries flew in the air like flaming fireballs.

The monk clenched a Dharma seal of the Buddha Gate in his hand, and golden light erupted all over his body, and he rushed towards Xiang Xiaotian with a force under his feet, and the Zen staff was left in place and not taken it.

Xiang Xiaotian saw this, and instantly waved his sleeves. Fighting with such a stupid big man, fighting hard, he is stupid. A dignified high-grade treasure, even if the Condensation Realm comes, it will definitely not be broken.

Just as he was thinking this, the monk had already come to the front of the ghost gate. Even if you are hiding in the pass, you can feel the whirring wind. It can be seen how strong the impact is to be able to produce this kind of strength of airflow. The surrounding buildings had already collapsed in half by his rush. The remaining half was ignited by the thirteen fireballs.

"Bang bang bang, bang."

Xiang Xiaotian felt its trembling behind the Ghost Gate, and a huge muffled sound sounded again and again, without a pause. The sound was so rapid that he couldn't react for a moment, and it also carried the scorched air of the impact of a fireball, and sparks flew everywhere.

Even if there is nothing wrong with the ghost gate, the flame on the monk's rosary does not seem to be evil, and it has caused a kind of damage to the powerful ghost in it when it falls on the ghost gate. In a short period of time, Xiang Xiaotian estimated that at least hundreds of ghosts had died.

"The monk is so courageous!"

As he spoke, Xiang Xiaotian put his white and tender hands close to the ghost gate, and immediately flew out of the gate. Covering the spot. The terrible wail, the sharp ghost claws, the dripping blood, and the stench of the white clothes instantly filled the capital of the Dark Xiang Country.

The monk was not afraid, standing on the spot, surrounded by fireballs. Every time the fireball turns, it takes away countless souls. Of course, the disappearance of each soul will also extinguish the flames on the fire ball to a certain extent.

Xiang Xiaotian felt what they said before, the Buddhist family really has a restraint attribute for the soul path. Although there is mutual restraint between the two, the soul path still suffers after all.

At this moment, the monk in the sea of ghosts had a serious face. A monk's robe full of oil stains had long been soaked through sweat. It's not a joke, but it's still the Qi Sea Realm, and it's not an ordinary person who can hold on to this level of ghost sea for so long.

The monk glanced at the sea of ghosts with a fierce gaze, and found that even if he insisted so much, it was still endless, and he couldn't see the edge. At that time, he shouted angrily: "Boy, today is you looking for death, don't blame the Buddha for not showing mercy." ”

As he spoke, he waved his big hand. A black light shot out from the sleeve of the robe, and I saw the thirteen prayer beads flying in the air immediately extinguished, turning into thirteen skulls and devouring the surrounding souls.

Then the monk sat down suddenly, the Buddha light on his body completely disappeared, and his hands were slowly raised above his head. Under Xiang Xiaotian's gaze, his fingers continued to dance at an extremely fast speed. The index finger and thumb of both hands touched slightly, the ring finger was restrained by the middle finger, and the little finger was the last to touch, and he shouted angrily: "Who! ”

I saw that in the sea of ghosts, the Buddha's light suddenly flourished, and in an instant, almost all the souls around the monk evaporated, forming a vacuum around him.

Looking at this monk again, he could not be seen at all in the Buddha's light, but could only see that in this dazzling golden light, a lifelike lion opened its bloody mouth, with a compassionate light in its eyes, but its mouth kept chewing. Looking at this lion, Xiang Xiaotian was flustered.

He was stunned for a moment, when he saw the limbs of the lion in the golden light suddenly pounce on him with all his strength. The Ghost Gate Pass didn't have time to react, it was manipulating the Sea of Powerful Ghosts. The lion suddenly came to Xiang Xiaotian and opened his bloody mouth. I saw that in the lion's belly, the thick and fierce monk just now was solemn, and the strange handprints were constantly trembling. He opened his eyes suddenly, and the lion bit Xiang Xiaotian fiercely.

"The fighter is in front!"

Xiang Xiaotian didn't know why such a nine-character mantra of Buddhism suddenly sounded in his heart. This is recorded in the Mahadizang Sutra, and he didn't know what it meant, but suddenly he seemed to have some enlightenment.

The strange handprint of this fierce monk in front of me seems to be... Inner lion print. That is, the seal of the one who fights in front of the battle, and the handprint of the Buddhists does not pass.

Just when the lion's bloody mouth was about to devour him, at the last moment, Xiang Xiaotian suddenly seemed to move his fingers very quickly. With a light touch of his thumb, his index fingers stretched out and intersected, and the last three fingers fell together, and a burst of black light appeared on him.

It's not like a monk's pure Buddhist golden light, and it looks like an evil demon. However, the righteousness contained in it is much richer than that of monks.