The peach daughter went to the Dongyang Sword Zhu to attract the three qi of the elephant and turned into the true fire of the Dongyang that burned the demon and burned the evil.

It's a pity that the sword edge of Tao Qianjin is covered with the head of the cane head of the eight-ring tin staff of this demonic old monk, and there is a special aura that lightly attaches to the sword blade, resisting the power of the true fire of the Dongyang Sword Zhu that burns all the yin and evil. If not,

In terms of Wei Ye's dedication to Taoism and cultivation so far, at this moment, the flame on the sword had already turned into a soul-devouring fire sword, cutting off the shriveled and thin head of Samoro.

The true fire seems to be a fire without roots, but it is steadily burning on the peach gold, and the yang and qi of the human world are bridged by the peach wood magic sword, and Wei Ye itself is used as a guide, constantly converging on the sword edge. Through the true fire of Dongyang, the immortal warlock could feel that between the sword and the tin staff, there was a shallow barrier, which was not very strong, but was somewhat indescribably sticky, like a pale yellow liquid spilled on a slug.

Naturally, it is not demonic energy, whether it is demonic energy or ghost energy, when encountering the natural yin and evil nemesis of Dongyang Sword Zhu, such a weak demonic energy and ghost qi can only be burned and cleaned.

Different from the pure yang and harmonious qi from the world, although the shallow breath also carries the meaning of subtlety and purity, but in addition to the purity, it is an indescribable sense of alienation from the world.

Although it was the first time he had come into contact with this kind of atmosphere in actual combat, as an unemployed folklorist specializing in religion, folklore, and occultism, Wei Ye still accurately captured this sense of alienation from the world. Disgusted with the red dust, disgusted with the five desires, disgusted with love and hate, disgusted with life, disgusted with death, is disgusted with the heart of the world.

This disgusting feeling of alienation and coldness, if Wei Ye is not mistaken, this is the natal Buddha breath cultivated by the thin old monk. It is precisely because this old monk has cultivated this trace of Buddha's breath that he can withstand the killing power of Dongyang Sword Zhu.

It's just embarrassing.

The tongue of fire **** was a short-handled tin rod, and after a while, the tin rod was burned to a dark red. Although Wei Ye's Dongyang Sword Zhu was played quite exquisitely, after all, it was not those cattle people who really knew how to play with fire and could play with fire, and they did not have the shocking ability to melt this short-handled tin staff with supreme divine fire in an instant.

However, under such a burn, the iron ring on the tin staff no longer moved like a living thing, jumping again and again, like a fish and shrimp waiting to be killed in a dry puddle, and a few times to be flicked lightly to death is the best performance.

The palm of the tin staff held by Sumoro also had a hint of burnt skin after it had been burned, but the old monk still only showed some resolute expression on his face, and refused to let go of the tin staff in his hand.

Wei Ye knew that these monks—even the monster monks who had some problems with their origins—as long as they had the true transmission of Buddhism, they might be very loose in other aspects, but they all had a high immunity from the physical pain. If you want to hold on like this again, although you will win if you insist on burning it like this, you will waste a lot of true yuan.

A certain immortal warlock has never been a benevolent person who is willing to use the word noble to make an epitaph, Wei Ye held the hand of Tao Qianjin and pressed it down with bad intentions, and his mind turned, and his eyes glanced behind him.

Feeling this urging gaze, the half-headed Tuo, who had been swinging a tin cane on the donkey cart as a guard Sima Ling, showed a not very sincere apologetic look on his face. This non-mainstream mana monk with a small head finally remembered that he had signed a temporary employment contract with this immortal warlock who seemed to have a very arsonist tendency.

Holding the tin staff and jumping out of the car, the half-headed Tuo walked to Wei Ye's side, sighed and said, "Master, you know that this old man is also a disciple of my Buddhism, but you still asked me to kill him?"

"If you don't want to kill, do you want me to be here like a stupid martial artist, competing with this old monster for mana, so it's better than you to kill? ”

Although he was competing for mana, Wei Ye, who still had the strength to speak, raised his eyebrows, and directly attributed the problem to the economic problem simply and rudely, choking the half-headed Tuo badly.

"You are the master, you have the final say. ”

The half-headed head could only respond like this, and clenched the tin staff in his hand, and the rough iron ring made of pig iron at the head of the staff shone slightly.

These lusters have a pure meaning very similar to the Buddha's breath of the thin old monk, and unlike the Buddha's breath of the thin old monk, which has the meaning of alienating the world, the luster on the half-headed tin rod has only a silent and firm attachment. The rough iron ring made of pig iron seems to have gradually acquired some of the sturdiness of the vajra because of this persistence.

Wei Ye continued to urge the peach daughter to go to the cave yang sword blessing, but feeling the taste of perseverance and perseverance in the Buddha's breath on the tin staff, he still couldn't help but praise sincerely:

"Five kinds of illegal things, five kinds of heads, no fish, shrimp, salt, sauce, cheese, ghee, all desires between the nose and tongue, no silk and brocade fur and feathers, no internal and external desires, no villages, towns, palaces, monasteries, and all desires in the eyes and ears. With the method of breaking the five desires that you forbid your eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and desires, facing this old demon monk who can endure burns on his hands, it is comparable to waiting for Maitreya to be born in the first great Buddha of the Buddha who burned his ten fingers to support the Buddha, and Buddhism is indeed the last paradise of masochism. ”

For such an unsparing praise, the half-headed Tuo could only not hear it, and devoted all his energy to the tin rod, and beat it down with a rod!

In order to resist the invasion of the true fire drawn by the Dongyang Sword Zhu, eighty percent of the Buddha's breath was condensed on the short-handled tin staff. The remaining twenty percent was used to form a handprint to fix the insidious talisman arrow that Wei Ye sacrificed. At this moment, he only had a sheep's belly handkerchief on his bald head, and he couldn't resist this blow of the rod that carried Fa Wei on his head.

A body of cultivation, for revenge, but now in order to save his life and stalemate with the opponent, the old monk only has his eyes to move, so he glanced up at the tin staff he had hit.

When I looked up, I saw an enlarged tin cane, but the sheep's belly handkerchief wrapped around the old monk's head suddenly loosened and became as big as a bamboo mat, and went straight towards the half-headed top!

The white cloth is not a physical enlargement like the mixed element Ruyi stone, but those white lines that are vertical and horizontal, unfold one after another at this moment, like a net that blows to the face. In the middle of the net, there was an extremely long object, like the long beak of a swordfish, which sprang out quickly.