Qinghua didn't expect that he should not fight, and in an instant, the two swords had already bypassed the 'Bodhi Master', and then made a combination, and the sword blade pointed directly at the zenith of the enemy.

Qinghua can be bypassed, but Shen Jing can't be bypassed, the fat old monk with a huge belly and a face full of flesh is beside Hejing, but his mind is on Qinghua, he is Qinghua's master, and he is more concerned about the battle situation of his own disciples, seeing that Ye Fei has bypassed the apprentice, Shen Jing smiled, opened his palm and raised it to the sky.

As if holding up the sky, Shen Jing raised his hand.

Shen Jing palmed to the sky, and the sky also fell a palm, like a palm-shaped cloud, but it was not a cloud, it was a palm. The palm fell from the sky, enveloping the eight hundred miles of heaven, together with Ye Fei, together with all the disciples who left the mountain with one body treasure, together with the continuous mountain separation, all covered by this palm.

The palm is the sky, at least when the giant palm falls, this hand replaces the sky! It is not covered, it is not blocked, it is really replaced, and the sky has fallen in this world where the mountain is located and where everyone is located.

The palm is the sky, and the fall of the palm is the fall of the sky, and how can people escape between heaven and earth

Just as this palm fell, the wave fairy threw herself to the ground.

She was originally in the clouds, but suddenly jumped down and fell sharply, with her big head down.

When he landed, the little corpse fairy hurriedly raised his arm, pressed his palm into the soil, and then did not move, like a javelin, the palm above the elbow was in the soil, and the little corpse fairy's body turned upside down, very straight. It is worth mentioning, I don't know if her dress hides a 'mechanism' or she deliberately blessed the spell, the person is upside down, the dress is still close to the body, not upside down, and the wave fairy is still neatly dressed.

However, the neatness of the dress did not prevent the Langlang Fairy from taking her chin and glaring at the sky: "The nine-headed lewd thief is not allowed to peek!"

The two have quarreled for a hundred years. It's the most annoying sentence today, Xiang Liu was furious, and the dangerous sentence "I'll see what happened to you" was about to go back, but the words came to his mouth and he couldn't bear it, and it was because he endured it that he was even more angry and angry.

On that side, the little corpse fairy pressed his hands upside down to the ground, and on this side, in front of the mountain, the earth suddenly cracked, and one hand broke through the ground and flew upward. Faster than photoelectricity. The latter came first, before the 'Ye Fei Twin Swords', and caught it before the Shenjing Eight Hundred Miles Heavenly Palm was patted.

Strictly speaking, the palm that breaks the earth and flies cannot be counted as a hand, at least not a complete hand. There is no flesh and skin. There is no blood and no nails. There are only bones, a hand bone of the miserable white Sensen, and it is facing the sinking mirror heavenly palm from the bottom up.

Put your palms together. It was like clapping hands, and there was a snapping sound.

The applause is not loud, and it is no different from the movement of ordinary people clapping, but whether it is an ordinary disciple, or Ye Fei, Qi Ming, and other kings and Gui Xian's ears, except for this crisp sound of clapping palms, no other movement can be heard.

In the battlefield, 6,000 ink arrows are breaking through the sky, tens of thousands of disciples from the mountains are inducing the magic weapons in their bodies, and the large group of cultivators on the Yuhuaping are exclaiming or cursing all the voices, only in the heavens, the ground, the Buddha's hand, and the bone palm, they are submerged and constricted!

The Buddha's hand is huge, eight hundred miles into the sky, and the bone palm is not small, dozens of zhang square, thrown anywhere in the world can attract three layers of onlookers, but it is really negligible compared to the Buddha's hand.

The size of the two hands is very different, touching, countering, holding each other, a breath, and then a crisp sound of 'pop', the bone palm shattered, not even the slag remained, and it was directly exploded into powder and dispersed with the wind. And that day the giant palm is still there!

The bone palm was broken, but it was not defeated, because the eight hundred miles of raising hands had never fallen, and there was no 'obstruction' and never falling, and the giant palm hung high in the sky, stagnating and trembling, and then the cracks were pulled out layer by layer, and began to crack.

If you have no choice, when you have to break your arm, should you choose to cut it off quickly, or find a rusty saw to see it little by little?

The bone palm chose the former, and the giant hand from the sky didn't want to choose the latter, but he didn't have to choose. How to break it is determined by strength, and it doesn't matter if he says it.

A touch of pain flashed between Shen Jing's eyebrows, the palm of heaven was not his hand, it was just his spell. However, this spell is connected to his Dharma Body Essence, and if that 'hand' is broken, his hand will not break, but if that hand hurts, his hand will hurt. It hurts a lot.

The wave fairy's hand also hurt, and she fell to the ground with a breath and planted the onions, and with a breath, she bounced up violently and returned to the clouds, shaking her hands vigorously, and she was shedding tears.

"I cried in pain. Xiang Liu asked, the little white-faced snake demon was speechless, and he couldn't tell whether he was concerned or mocking.

When it hurts, is it more comfortable to cry out tears, or is it more comfortable to grit your teeth and stare at it without saying a word?

The Langlang Fairy chose the former, and the old monk Shen Jing didn't want to choose the latter, but he didn't have a choice. You are an immortal Buddha, and you are still a righteous god who has a glimpse of the true color of eternity and eternity, how can you cry in front of a group of mortals.

The Wave Fairy and Xiangliu are both on the clouds, their clouds come from the Arctic Ice Field, and they are only thousands of miles away from the mountains at the moment.

Thousands of miles away, the Langlang Fairy has already turned the mystical method, and the old monk of the Shen Mirror has slapped each other and solved the catastrophe of leaving the mountain

Leaving the top of the mountain, after the huge palms of the two palms were exchanged, everyone in the mortal world only felt that the body was light, and the giant palm was still shrouded in the sky, but the Dharma in the palm was broken, it was no longer the sky, and it turned back into a big palm and a big ornament.

Just as the giant palm began to crack, the disciples of Lishan faced thousands of ink arrows head-on;

At the same time, Ye Fei's double sword drilled into and rushed through a crack in the giant palm, and continued to shoot into the mirror;

At the same time, Su Jing, who was in the charge, closed his eyes and disappeared between heaven and earth;

At the same time, Hejing turned around in a circle high in the sky, in situ, his eyes stayed in the north, west, and south for a moment, and then frowned slightly, and said lightly: "Do your best." ”

The edict was issued, and all the demon monks around him moved the law together.

Douhua turned his hand and took off the rosary on his wrist, and the two words in his mouth were soft: "Luohan." ”

The rosary flew up, the figure of Douhua dispersed, and then the universe changed suddenly! Yuhuaping disappeared, the Wuliang Lake disappeared, the carved stone cliff disappeared, and there was no trace of the mountain for 600 miles, and the earth was dim, leaving only huge hills. One hundred and eight rosaries, one hundred and eight hills.

On the hills, there are golden-bodied monks sitting upright, old and young, fat and thin, laughing or mourning, or bare-chested or bare-backed, or neatly dressed Arhats. Douhua into the body rosary, one hundred and eight hills on the biochemical one hundred and eight arhats. Luohan jumped up, summoned thunder, drove the holy beast, and rushed to kill!

Su Jing himself has also been an 'Arhat', he is a happy Arhat, but that can only be regarded as pretending to be a god and a ghost, but at this moment, the one hundred and eight Arhats transformed by Douhua are using their own flesh and blood to fuse the pious thoughts of countless believers in the three thousand worlds, and then bless the true Buddhadharma, they are alive, real, powerful and wise. If Douhua is willing, every Arhat can walk the world independently and accept mortal incense.

In fact, after Douhua became a Buddha, this is how he continued to cultivate, he can incarnate one hundred and eight arhats, so he has one hundred and eight doppelgangers.

In terms of strength, Arhat is far inferior to the demon monk Douhua, far from it, but everything is compared, if Mo Fifteen pairs of Arhats who fight flowers, one-on-one wins steadily, one pair of two fierce and less auspicious, one pair of three escapes.

Mitiantai mirror flower two generations of Buddha seventeen monks, before the Buddha Douhua is not outstanding, but after the Buddha a thousand years later, in terms of combat power, he ranked fourth among the seventeen monks, only under the three high monks of the water mirror, the mirror and the mirror.

Not only Douhua alone, but many demon monks around Hejing moved together.

The demon monk made a seal with his hands one by one, and spit out the two words: "Mud plow." As he spoke, the handprint turned upside down and gently buckled in his heart. The flowers disappear one by one, and the colorless karmic fire between heaven and earth is sensational, burning in all directions! It does not hurt the demon monks or the Arhats, the colorless fire only burns the mortal beings, and a little spark touches the robe and immediately burns the body, and there is no way to save it, and the water in the world, even if it is the spiritual water and true water refined by advanced cultivators, does not want to extinguish this colorless karmic fire.

The flowers turned into fiery mud ploughs, sweeping 600 miles away from the mountains.

Shi Hua took out a scroll of Buddhist scriptures from his sleeve and flipped through them, and at this time he was actually studying the scriptures? Page by page, his lips humming and studying carefully. It seems to be slow and slow, but in fact it is extremely fast, when the Arhat came out of the mountain and the mud plough took shape, Shi Hua smiled, and he found a word from the scriptures: thunder. With his fingers stretched out, he pinched the word written in pen and ink on the scroll on his fingertips, turned his wrist back, and put the word 'thunder' in his mouth and swallowed it.

The next moment he became thunder, the thunder of silence.

The Buddha collected the storm of the universe in his sleeve, ten hundred thousand miles of storms into his sleeve, ten hundred years of refining, and when it came out again, it became an empty thunder.

Thunder is empty, it is to avoid it, thunder is empty, it is impossible to resist, but thunder is also a 100,000-mile storm power condensation, it is to die, release flowers and swallow scriptures, turn into thunder that destroys the emptiness, and slash forward.

Jinghua out of a small chime, there is a chime but no mallet, the hand as a mallet, the index finger bends a flick, the chime jingles a pleasant sound of many fierce methods come, the battlefield in front of a mess, is not too many people pay attention, the chime sounds, from the mountain a person who cultivates outside the door turned over and fell to the ground and died, the color of the small chime has become a little more brilliant: the true soul of the cultivator has been incorporated into the small chime, and he died silently.

Jing Hua's smile was a little helpless, it's a pity, it's a pity, this is the limit of the fighting style, he can only cultivate the method of fighting one-on-one, he can't sweep a large area like his senior brother, and his own magic chime sounds, even Mo Lingxian can't resist it, and now it can only be used to kill some mortals one by one. The real slaughtering knife to kill chickens, no, it's the dragon slaying knife to hit the flies, forget it, don't think about it, in fact, it doesn't matter, it's just a few more flicks of the chime, moving your fingers, it's not too laborious.

When the chime sounded for the first time, Linghua was flying a kite, really a kite, and the kite painted with strange black Sanskrit was soaring, flying high and flying high. Kites have existed since ancient times, even in the first circle, but throughout the ages, in the world of the Five Circles of Middle-earth, no one has ever been able to fly a kite so high as Linghua, and his kite has flown out of the world and out of the sky.

When the second magic chime sounded in Jing Hua's hand, Linghua suddenly laughed and closed the line. Then, a big Buddha fell from the sky!

Linghua put a kite on it, fishing, and fished back a big Buddha. (To be continued......)