The low Buddha sound contains a grand magnificence that is covered with the universe. A curved rainbow rose from the pagoda, which is the Buddha light that only great monks and great masters possess. Moreover, this rainbow-shaped Buddha light is full of transcendent charm, which is obviously unusual.

More than ten years ago, he was sinking into the sea of ​​blood. It was a Buddha's light that transformed the resentful soul of the sea of ​​blood, causing fluctuations, which allowed him to escape. The master of the Buddha's light back then may be the same as the master of the Buddha's voice today.

Chen Lian looked at the brilliant golden path, and anyone who saw it would feel yearning in his heart, and even he was no exception.

It’s a pity that although Chen Lian felt yearning, his foot had not moved at all.

"Don't the donor want to see the old monk?" The Buddha's voice sounded out of thin air from Shenlian's heart, and it seemed that it did not pass through the material world.

In Chen Liandao's heart, the image of a monk appeared. He was extremely handsome and not very old, and his style was still better than that of the original Venerable Baoyue.

Chen Lian understood that this is not as simple as projection of thoughts, and it should be related to the Buddhist legendary heart escape.

He was not surprised at all, and he was familiar with the spiritual master. Even the figures at the level of Taoist lord had a unique and unique aura that immediately alarmed the monk. Chen Lian followed the trend and thoughts to condense his sword and killed the monk. The monk's image immediately disappeared without any trace.

There seemed to be a gust of wind passing by on the pagoda on the mountain, and a drizzling ringtone came out. It turned out that the eaves of the pagoda were full of wind chimes. The wind chimes were louder than thousands of Buddhists chanting Buddha's name, and they immediately came to Chen Jian's mind. With his concentration, he would also be affected. The visualized spiritual treasure heavenly master disappeared with the destruction of the concentration.

The Lingbao Heavenly Lord is an existence that transcends the great way. To destroy the state of concentration of Shenlian and visualize the Lingbao Heavenly Lord, it must be a self-sufficient law, without the means of the Taiyi Realm and Mahasattva that others seek.

Chen Lian smiled slightly and said, "Today is inappropriate, I will come to visit the master again next day."

At the same time, he had a layer of view of Dajue Temple. Obviously, the so-called Ksitigarbha Sutra was an introduction, which directly attracted the unfathomable monk.

If Shenlian arrives on the other side of the blood sea today, it is probably the same situation will still occur.

He is naturally willing to meet Mahasattva-level figures, but he will never passively see him. If he is unable to do anything to me, even if he becomes an immortal or a saint, what fun is there to be?

Chen Lian's mind was determined, and he did not care at all. He retreated, but no matter how fast he was, the golden path was still three inches away from his.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and there is a shore in front of you. Why should the donor be obsessed?" The monk's voice continued to sound, not tempting, but no matter how Chen Lian turned around, there was still a golden path in front of him, and there were still mountains and pagodas in front of him.

Chen Lian wanted to laugh, but King Xia knew that he was trapped now, and I don’t know if he was upset to lose this great opportunity to kill him, or if he was glad that he did not chase him, so he didn’t have to face the mysterious monk.

He wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh, and said calmly: "If a person seeks Buddha, it means that a person loses Buddha. If a person seeks Taoism, it means that a person loses Taoism. If a person seeks liberation, it means that a person loses liberation. The master said that there is a shore in front of him, and then it is not a shore. Why should I come?"

"Good, good, the donor has this understanding of Buddhist principles. It is the person who is destined to be with the Buddha. Today, he cannot let the donor leave." The monk was filled with joy and should not have any wonderful rebuttal and annoyed.

Chen Lian could hear the sincerity and kindness in the monk's words, but so what? If he took the initiative to go, he would go even if he was in trouble, but now he would not go.

This can be said to be a kind of willfulness, or it can be a manifestation of calming down and firming one's own thoughts and not being moved by external objects.

However, since you have to refuse to go, you must have the means to escape. The monk's supernatural powers are somewhat similar to the Tianhe River transformed by Feng'e that time, and are obviously also supernatural powers like the Buddha's kingdom in your palm. When practicing to Taiyi Realm, it is indeed far from comparable to the Tianxian Realm. Even if he can understand the truth of this kind of application of the way of space, he may still be as unused as if he wanted to create a spirit.

Fortunately, he doesn't need to use it, he just needs to come up with a solution.

Monks cast spells are still far less than that of Feng'e using a golden hairpin to mark the sky river. The law is natural, without any trace, and even as powerful as a mysterious weapon, it cannot find a way to deal with it.

Chen Lian was carrying the supreme law of the world, such as Taixu's God Strategy, which is beyond the ordinary celestial fairy realm. He has long been able to understand the four realms of "generation, restraint, transformation," and "control" realm has even more insight into the reality of all things. Moreover, his recent success in Yi Dao, and his high eyesight is almost like the legendary celestial eye.

Therefore, we can see the flaws of monks' supernatural powers, or their lack of power.

At this time, a blood cloud slowly floated out of the sea of ​​blood, and there were twelve people standing on it, each of which was extraordinary. The leader was holding a whisk in his hand, and his Taoist energy was floating, which was different from the other eleven, and his cultivation was obviously higher.

The Taoist holding the whisk in his hand was the only one among them who did not have a sword. The other eleven people were carrying sharp swords and emitting pure killing aura. Even if the blood sea is full of resentment, none of the floating and heavy resentful souls dared to approach the Blood Cloud.

The leader looked at Chen Lian, who was not far from the jungle, with an excited expression on the blood coast, and said, "Junior Brother Chen is not bad as expected, Junior Brother Chen is indeed here."

The eleven people behind them all looked solemn. They were tall, short, fat and thin, but they were obviously practicing the same Taoist techniques and the same sword techniques, although they were not deliberately, they were also connected with their spirits.

One of them said: "Master, the uncle in charge of the teacher, his cultivation is profound and perfect, and he is not inferior to his master, so why didn't he discover us?"

"It's true. It seems that Junior Brother Chen is in trouble. The only monk who can trouble him on the beach of Blood is no wonder, your master teaches you to come together. It seems that he has expected this situation and everyone formed a sword formation." The Taoist said lightly.

He swept the dust and immediately eleven sword masters scattered everywhere, the sword energy soared into the sky, the murderous intent surging, and finally condensed into a red sky-sword cloud.

The sword cloud condensed, and the blood waves around him moved with it, surging.

Then the sword cloud stood solemnly, and eleven sword lights suddenly flew up, all of which melted into the sword cloud.

The Taoist chanted a spell, and the whisk swung, whisk down, and immediately swept the sword cloud forward.

Only the sound of the void was heard, a golden dragon flew out and bit it straight towards the sword cloud.

Seeing this, the Taoist snorted coldly: "It's indeed the monk's great power Tianlong."

He threw the whisk in his hand, and it rose in the wind. It was faster than the sword cloud, and it grew thousands of threads, tied the golden dragon. Then the sword cloud moved lightly like a swimming fish, and it passed over the dragon and reached the sky above Shenlian.

At this time, a Buddha light broke and suddenly appeared in the sky. There was a sword cloud in front of him. He didn't have time to be surprised by the familiarity of the sword energy in it, so he forced himself to breathe out and faced the sword cloud.

(To be continued.)
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