The temple is still surrounded by green lights, the evil Buddha stands, and the scriptures that have almost turned into pitch black are quietly placed on the long table.

"Master!"

Sun Heng fell into the hall with the pestle, and bowed slightly towards the scriptures: "I have already brought the person, what should I do next?"

"Amitabha!"

A soft golden light poured out of the scriptures, and the white-robed monk stepped out of it with a halo of light.

After a few days of not seeing him, he seemed a little haggard and a little old on his face.

Sweeping the two of them, the white-clothed monk smiled lightly at Zhang Yan, and said with a salute: "Layman, you have worked!"

"The Master wants to see me?"

Zhang Yan's eyes were confused, looking around, puzzled by everything that happened now: "But what do you need to do next?"

"Layman. ”

The white-clothed monk pointed to the scripture behind him, and took a step forward and said: "The poor monk is trapped in a demon calamity and cannot be liberated, so he needs to borrow the relics in the layman's body. ”

Zhang Yan hesitated slightly, and looked sideways at Sun Heng: "Brother Sun, is this the case?"

"That's right. ”

Sun Heng nodded: "The current lord of the Northern Wei Kingdom has entered the Demon Dao, and the formation here is also the same as that of the Great Compassion Temple. In this regard, you are not good at the bottom, you need to work together with the master. ”

"I see!"

For Sun Heng, Zhang Yan was trustworthy, nodded carefully, and wanted to take out the relics.

The white-robed monk stepped forward again, as if he was about to be liberated, and was slightly impatient.

"Hmmm......"

Who knows, at the last moment, Zhang Yan took a step back again, shook his head lightly and said, "But I still feel that something is wrong." ”

"What's wrong?"

The white-clothed monk was stunned: "Lay people can't trust Master Sun?"

"Of course not. ”

Zhang Yan shook his head, but his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were staring at each other: "I'm just, I feel that the master doesn't give me a good feeling." ”

"Oh!"

The white-clothed monk smiled and said, "Maybe the poor monk is seriously infected by demonic energy, and his Buddha nature is no longer pure, right?"

"However, as long as the layman takes out the relics and uses the Buddha-nature within them, he can liberate the poor monks. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards Zhang Yan.

"Master, please stop!"

Sun Heng suddenly spoke coldly, and dozens of sword qi came out silently, stopping in front of the white-clothed monk.

"Huh?"

The white-clothed monk paused, and his face slowly became gloomy.

"Donor, I gave you the supreme Dafa of Buddhism, is this how you repay the poor monks?"

This time, Sun Heng, who was only a little suspicious in his heart, was already confirmed.

This monk is by no means the one he saw seven days ago!

"Master, you're already enchanted!"

With a slight sigh, Sun Heng's mind moved, and the dozens of sword qi had already been slaughtered towards the monk.

And he himself suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yan.

"You get out of the back!"

"Ah...... Yes, yes!"

Zhang Yan was at a loss from beginning to end, fortunately, he had enough spirituality in his heart, and there was even the flawless relic, but he noticed that something was wrong before Sun Heng.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that he could not deceive the relics, the white-clothed monk's face suddenly distorted.

The white clothes suddenly turned into a long robe as black as ink, and the peaceful Buddha light around his body also turned into a distorted black vortex.

The white-clothed monk who was originally full of compassion has instantly become a black-clothed demon with an eerie and terrifying aura

"Kill him!"

A low, gloomy voice came from the mouth of the black-clothed monk.

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, and there was even a fierce wind blowing in his face, making Sun Heng's body tense instantly.

A sword slashed through the void and appeared in the field.

The sword crossed, and the terrifying energy surged in it, and the envelope rolled and roared like a hurricane.

In the midst of the energy, there is a faint roar and roar of resentful spirits, twisted into an infernal hell that makes people sink!

But it was the Buddha statue standing in the hall that suddenly made a difficulty!

The Buddha statue was about a foot high, with three heads and six arms, weighing several tons, and rushed at an astonishing speed, and its power was terrifying.

"Hoo ......"

Facing the Buddha statue, Sun Heng's face remained unchanged, and the King Kong Demon Pestle in his hand was shocked, and the pestle Fa Wei Tuo worshiped the Buddha and struck out.

At the same time, the Vajra Ming King Recipe in the body is running with it.

King Kong Ming is the incarnation of the Buddha to subdue demons, showing the appearance of wrath, King Kong Ming Jue is also the supreme protector of Buddhism, the best at fighting.

Although Sun Heng is the first to get this method, it is already a bit grandiose!

Together, all the power of his body was controlled, whether it was his physical body, mana, or divine soul thoughts, they were actually condensed into a seamless whole.

This makes Sun Heng's every move burst out with the power of pouring the sky!

There is even a sense of King Kong condensation, which emerges in his heart and body, so that he will not be chaotic in the face of danger, and the sky will not fall!

This is the magic trick, Sun Heng stepped forward by mistake, and the demon pestle burst out, hitting the node where the swords crossed.

"When ......"

Mighty sound waves rippled all around.

In the ripples, there is an axe and a fork from the left and right, the heavy axe is like opening the sky, and the sharp fork is like a dragon out of the water.

Even the sound wave could not escape.

"Zheng ......"

The blade screamed, but no sound waves came, but it resounded from the soul.

A stunning sword light appeared on the spot, but it was just a delicate break, so that the heavy axe and sharp fork returned in vain.

"......"

After the axe and fork, there are swords and halberds to accompany each other, and the power is superimposed layer by layer, which is even more extraordinary.

But before they could show their majesty, hundreds of sword qi intertwined into a web came towards them, and the Buddha statues retreated one after another.

Sun Heng held the pestle to the ground, his body turned around with the momentum, grabbed it with his big hand, and buckled it towards the black-clothed monk who wanted to rush towards Zhang Yan.

"Stinging Lala......"

With this grasp, there was sword qi intertwined in his palm, the Taiyin True Fire was burning, and the invisible energy converged into a big hand, instantly catching the other party.

"Give me back!"

"Peng ......"

Although the black-clothed monk was transformed by King Vajra Ming, he was unexpectedly weak and was pulled out by Sun Heng.

It's just that allowing the sword qi to pierce and the real fire burn, his body is unharmed!

"Zhang Yan, find a way!"

Although he seemed to have repelled his opponent cleanly, Sun Heng had no joy on his face.

Because now that he is in danger, not to mention, the Buddha statue and the black-clothed monk on the opposite side are even more like they can't be killed!

His sword qi slashed at the opponent's body, even if there was a wound, it would be recovered in an instant.

If you go on like this, you have no chance of winning!

"I want to find a way?"

Zhang Yan was also anxious and jumped straight with his feet: "What can I think of?"

Just now, the strong wind passed by him, and he almost died on the spot, with his strength, there is no swelling here at all!

"You'll have a way. ”

Sun Heng suddenly turned his head and looked directly at Zhang Yan: "You carefully believe what Hui'an said before his death in the Great Compassion Temple." ”

"He asked you to make the Northern Wei Kingdom, and he will never come to send him to death!"

............

Another main hall.

The lord of the country, Lu Yukun, retreated from the crowd and walked into it.

He glanced at the dozens of Buddhist disciples in the audience and asked with a smile: "Masters, why didn't you eat fast?

"Amitabha. ”

Master Mingtong clasped his hands together and said, "When I return to the lord of the country, it is inevitable that I will feel slack when my stomach is full, and it will not hurt to eat again until I finish chanting for the lord of the country." ”

"The food is not very good after an hour. ”

The lord shook his head lightly: "But since the masters insist on doing so, the widow can only thank you here." ”

Master Mingtong's face remained unchanged, and he stretched out his hand to salute the lord in the hall: "In this case, please take a seat." ”

"Good!"

The lord of the kingdom slowly paced into the middle and sat down cross-legged on the futon.

"I heard that the Heart Sutra of your masters has the effect of subduing the demons in your heart, and the widow has been having distracting thoughts all these years, and I hope that your masters can help me liberate. ”

"Amitabha!"

Master Mingtong's eyes drooped slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "We should do our best. ”

"The Bodhisattva ...... Freedom in Nature"

At his side, Hui En folded his hands and began to recite the scriptures in his mouth.

Mingtong interface, in line with it: "When you go deep into Prajnaparamita, you see that the aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all suffering." ”

"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to know it. ”

All the monks spoke in unison, and the sound of the vast Buddha filled the audience.

There is also the emergence of Buddha light, converging into a Buddha with a compassionate face, enveloping the entire hall.

In the light of the Buddha, the lord of the country faces the sky with his back and his face is peaceful.

But a pair of eyes are as black as an abyss, and there is a faint hint of sarcasm.

............

High in the sky, there are three figures standing silently.

When they saw the phantom of the Buddha rising in the hall below, the faces of the three of them moved at the same time.

"They started. ”

Mo Jianlu looked at his junior brother Zhang Daoran, and the sloppy Taoist Li Quanyi said, "Let's shoot too!"

"Yes!"

Li Quanyi took a step forward and pointed to his eyebrows.

"Soul Talisman, up!"

"Boom ......"

Below, the void shook.

Around the walls of the imperial palace, sixteen huge talismans about ten zhang high suddenly emerged from the void.

Above the talisman, there was a flash of spiritual light, and countless textures were intertwined, which seemed to hide the wonder of heaven and earth.

And the sudden appearance of the talisman naturally aroused the vigilance of the soldiers guarding the city.

"Look, what is this?"

"Watch out!"

"Shoot the rocket, smash it!"

"Buzz ......"

Before the soldiers on the city wall could make a move, the talisman was already shaken, turning into a colorful halo, enveloping the entire palace.

"Qianjun Fu!"

High in the sky, Li Quanyi pinched the mantra again, and a talisman came out of his hand, turning into a virtual shadow of a mountain and falling directly above the palace.

"Boom!"

A dull sound reverberated throughout the palace.

In the palace, everyone felt that their bodies were sinking, and they stepped again, as if they were carrying a mountain, and it was difficult to move an inch.

Seeing this scene, Mo Jianlu couldn't help but open his mouth and praised: "Brother Dao's talisman is exquisite, and I admire it." ”

Even if Zhang Daoran is arrogant and has always looked down on people outside the Three Dao and Seven Sects, he has to admit that the talisman of the Heavenly Fu Sect still has certain merits.

In front of the two disciples of the Luofu Immortal Sect, Li Daoquan didn't dare to be arrogant, shook his head and said: "It's just a small way, it can't compare to the Thousand Illusions Demon Slaying Sword Technique of Daoyou." ”

"Daoyou is too humble!"

Mo Jianlu smiled, stepped forward, and shook the dust in his hand at the same time.

Swish......

With a slight shake of him, the white dust actually broke out of the air, turning into a sharp sword shadow, slashing every temple in the imperial city.

The dusty silk thread, which was only a thin thread at first, expanded wildly and swelled wildly when it left the branches, but in a moment it had turned into a giant sword about ten zhang long, and fell from the middle of the temple.