Dreaming of fireflies, the golden wind is hard to find, Xiaohua first saw the glorious dance, and the only long shirt.

The peach fragrance is charming, and the blue moon is as bright as the emperor's pulp.

When the sky dances together, the empty valley reflects the moon and the orchid, there are peach blossoms blooming, all over the mountains, the sky is high, the night is unique, the blooming flowers are slightly red, dotted with slightly pink and white, but there is an indescribable beauty.

A little farther away, there are waves crashing on the shore, the tide rises and falls, and the waves are turbulent like a lover's whispering, lingering, and countless lovesickness.

On the top of the cliff of independence, a young man in a plain robe and wide sleeves stood in the wind, looking at the moon, his long hair moved with the wind, and his clothes fluttered, as if he was going to ride the wind away, his posture was sassy, and the fairy spirit was misty.

It is also a mistake to say that he is a young man, and perhaps it is most appropriate to call him by his name.

The man's face is clear, his figure is long, although his posture is elegant, his long hair is half white, his eyes are quiet as if he has experienced the vicissitudes of life, he looks down on the world, and the slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyebrows show his youth.

The reason why people can misunderstand his age is that the man's unique fairy aura is ethereal, elegant and fragrant, just like a pot of elegant gentleman's orchid, the flowers are blooming, the fragrance is slightly sweet, but it is not so abrupt.

But at this moment, the elegant man suddenly frowned, and suddenly pointed out his sword finger, the blade of the sword was straight, and the light was shining blue, like a blue light, like a slight wave, and like the peach blossoms blooming in this mountain island, colorful and falling, scattered endlessly, obscuring the skylight.

This is the Fallen Hero Excalibur.

Man, but the East Evil.

The blue light but rising, the brilliant golden light of the Buddha blooming has also been covered in the past, the green light like peach blossoms flies down to the end of the world, slowly falling, gentle like frolicking with the wind, intoxicated with human eyes, in a trance, it has fallen on the body of the Buddha.

Woohoo!

The sword light rose up, the green light was like a brilliant light, the electric switch shuttled, and in an instant, the big Buddha was made into a sieve, and a ray of white light flew out of the body of the big Buddha.

That is, the divine soldier leans on the sky.

The Eastern Evil in a green robe suddenly walked out of the void, like Ling Bo stepping forward, taking a step at will, and stretching out his palm at will, but he happened to catch the divine soldier Yitian who fell from the sky.

"What an Eastern Evil, do you want more people to bully less?" Seeing the appearance of the Eastern Evil, the Dharma King didn't seem to care at all, and suddenly laughed.

"Amitabha!"

As if to verify his words, a huge Buddha horn was announced, and a huge swastika fell from the sky, bombarding the world of the five prisons.

The golden light swept through the sky, dispelled the darkness of the netherworld, and the endless light sprinkled down, and a drizzle of golden light suddenly fell, like a refreshing spleen, and suddenly, it woke up the hungry ghosts all over the city.

The blood light in his eyes gradually faded, and everyone's eyes returned to calm, and after a trance, they saw their relatives and friends lying beside them, and a dreamlike memory suddenly poured out from the depths of their minds.

In that dream, they ran around, tirelessly, taking pleasure in the fight, cheering for the fight, in that dream, only blood and screams were filled, there was no crying, no sorrow, even if the pain came, the violent cry was only to vent the malice in their hearts, in that dream, they were demons.

Perhaps, it was a dream.

Many people tried to deceive themselves in this way, but the butcher's knife in their hands and their blood-stained clothes proved that it was not a dream.

I just want to deceive myself, and I have no excuses.

A heart-rending wail was followed by a sharp howl that resounded through the ancient city, accompanied by countless cries of madness.

Perhaps, they would rather not be awake anymore, and so, they went crazy.

"Amitabha!" The Buddha's horn resounded again in the giant city, like a morning bell and a dusk drum, shocking people's hearts, and the soldiers and civilians who were about to fall into madness raised their heads, their eyes overflowing with blood and tears, and their faces were sad and distorted, but they were still in place, unmoving.

I don't know when, an old monk with an old face, gray robe and shoes, ordinary in appearance, as if he was about to die, appeared in the giant city like a blood slaughterhouse, walking slowly, bowing slightly, bowing to every passer-by who missed, persistent but serious.

An invisible but mighty sense of compassion slowly spread out and quietly permeated.

Every pedestrian who received the old monk's salute unconsciously settled down, although his expression was still sad, but there was no longer madness, and many people took a look of relief, sat on their knees, and recited the Buddhist scriptures in this bloody slaughterhouse.

It was Nan Seng, he also came, and in the palm of Nan Seng, there was a bouncing black wheel, the Wheel of the Five Prisons.

No wonder the Dharma King wants to mock more and bully less.

"Venerable Master, you have done a good job!" Nan Seng sighed softly and looked at His Holiness quietly, his tone calm, but the sighs and reproaches in it were clearly conveyed.

"Have I passed?" The Dharma King suddenly asked a nervous rhetorical question, and without waiting for the southern monk to answer, he suddenly returned to his calm appearance, closed his eyes slightly, and said: "Master, Hongchen is so distressed, the world is not happy, cause and effect are the most entangled, the poor monk is just exposing the cause and effect of the world, ending the source of their suffering, and making them die in bliss, what is the difference? Besides, if the world can see it, even if the poor monk has a thousand means, it will not harm them, master, it is you who are in the picture!"

In the end, the Dharma King suddenly burst into a shout, the sound was like a flood of thunder, shocking a hundred miles, that is, like the golden bell of the Great Thunder Yin Temple, the bell rang but rang, cleansing the spiritual mountain.

This sound is the unique mastery of the Dharma King, the sound of thunder.

It also belongs to the sound of Buddhism, but it is the opposite of the sound of the morning bell and dusk drum of the southern monk to soothe people's hearts, and it is the best at provoking people's hearts.

"I'm guilty!"

"I'm guilty!"

"If it weren't for my malice, how could I do it to my father and brother!"

"If it weren't for my jealousy, how could I drift away from my husband......"

“......”

Many of the people who had just settled down immediately showed a look of struggle, their faces were twisted together with pain, looking at the same kind of people sitting cross-legged, their hands and feet trembled slightly, but there was a blood-devouring madness.

"Amitabha!" The southern monk recited the Buddha's horn again, still vast, still rumbling, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city were immediately closed to the six senses after hearing the Buddha's name, and fell into the unconscious consciousness space, and their demeanor settled down again.

"The master is so powerful!" the Dharma King's voice came again, as plain as water, but there was a mockery that could not be erased.

When facing the southern monks, although the Dharma King was still calm, his words were always inadvertently armed with guns and sticks, which was a little more competitive.

Across the Star Gate, Jing Li Gao looked at the changing Jade Shu here, and suddenly moved his expression, that is, he calmed down again, still attracting star power, maintaining the opening of the Star Gate, even he himself knew that before the great martial arts sects had not divided the winners and losers, Meng Yuan would not send troops again.

Nan Seng looked at King Guan quietly and shook his head slightly, as if he was answering to the King of Law and denying his words, and as if he was sighing at King Fa, he disdained to answer, but in the end, he did not defend anything.

The Dharma King is not wrong, the southern monk did use the high realm of martial arts to directly close everyone's hearts, but this behavior invisibly violated the concept of cause and effect advocated by Buddhism - forcibly cut off everyone's cause and effect.

But he forgot that although Nan Seng was a member of Buddhism, he was also a martial artist.

A warrior has a code of conduct for a warrior, and it is also the responsibility of a warrior.

What if the cause and effect of sentient beings are cut off?

Even if the world will hate me and hate me, I will bear it all!

Nan Seng was silent, but his shoulders were not broad, and he had a feeling that he was thicker and taller than the mountains.

Or maybe it's not a delusion, it's just that.

In contrast, the Dharma King who wants to overpower the other party in words is like a clown who makes fun of him.

His Holiness suddenly turned ugly.

Neither side said anything more, but the world was still shaking and rumbling, the golden light was turbulent, the wheel of the five hells was beating non-stop, and the struggle continued, making the silence here more and more strange.

"When it's over, let's have a fight! When the fight is over, the old man is going to find my apprentice. Dong Xie, who had not spoken since his appearance, chuckled, raised his sword and pointed diagonally, pointing at the Dharma King.

His laughter is not very heavy, but it does not seem to be light, just like his personality, always with an indescribable ethereal fairy aura, but ethereal is not lightly picky, it will not give people the illusion of undignified, and it will also make people find faults.

"Then come on!"

The Dharma King suddenly raised his head, burst into a shout, and stepped forward, and his body suddenly skyrocketed, transforming into a 100-foot tall Vajra, like a mountain, standing on the earth.

Boom!

King Kong landed, shaking the earth, even Gu Xiangyang, was shocked by this huge weight jumped three times, up to more than 20 zhang of the ancient city under the giant, pocket-sized like a joke.

It turns out that this is the martial minister of the Dharma King!

In fact, except for not having a round of golden light on his head, the image of King Kong is no different from that of the Buddha. The reason why it is not called the Great Buddha is that the Dharma King has not yet become a Buddha, and the second is that the so-called King Kong is the protector of the Buddha, which is a little less Buddha nature and more anger.

King Kong's angry eyes were awe-inspiring, and his moon-like gaze shone out from between the giant's eyes, and fell on the bodies of the southern monk and the eastern evil, which was not comparable to the cold, and actually pressed the two great masters to retreat half a step from their sides.

His Holiness Vajra is truly extraordinary.

"Do you dare to come?" King Kong spoke, rumbling loudly, leaning down, obscuring half of the night, and the moonlight shining down, but only shadows remained.

The wind calmed down in an instant, and even Meng Yuan's side was also shocked by the huge martial arts of the Dharma King, and he forgot to cheer for a while.

Although the half-step Grand Master's Great Sun Martial Appearance is domineering, and although the light is scorching, at most, it is only a few zhang in size, and compared with the Vajra Martial Appearance of the Dharma King, it is like a joke.

However, this shock did not include the two great masters.