Chapter 69 The Secret Method of the Great Thunder Sound

The world covered by bright and rich blood light is full of endless evil.

In the bloody world, the old monk's protective golden light and the divine emperor's sacred garment are particularly dazzling.

The old monk in the golden light of Zhanran did not have the supreme dignity of the God Emperor's Holy Clothes, but only had a peaceful and peaceful aura that made people feel calm. Seeing the tragic situation of corpses spread all over the city, the old monk was also shocked. Xu Xian and Huang Quan actually used such cruel means, which was too unexpected.

You should know that although Huang Quan is a demon saint, he has always been calm and advocates that people are as good as one and that all living beings are equal. He is a rare golden elixir demon who has a good impression of humans in the demon clan. As for Xu Xian, who has a good man for ten generations, this trip is even more puzzling.

What kind of power is that allows the two people to let go of their beliefs and complete such a cruel and tragic plan. The old monk originally thought that Xu Xian refined the magic weapon against the heavens, but it was just a battle between Buddhism and Taoism. The two grudges have been entangled for a long time and the relationship is extremely complex, and it cannot be changed by a magic weapon against the heavens.

The old monk held his own identity and was not good at random to break the balance between the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism. He also wanted to give the demon saint Huang Quan some face, so he only lent his accompanying magic weapon, purple gold bowl to Fahai, so that he could act according to the opportunity.

With the purple gold bowl, the location is determined. If things are really critical, the old monk can arrive at any time with induction. However, the purple gold bowl was destroyed by the sacred cloak of the God Emperor. After obtaining the magic talisman that Jinshan Temple was in urgent need of the Jinshan Temple, the tragedy was irreversible when the old monk set up a special magic circle to arrive.

The sentence "My Buddha's compassion" expresses the helplessness and compassion of the old monk. "Xu Xian, millions of lives will be lost to you. What do you want to do?" The old monk's question was, when the first word was spoken, his voice was still as low as a whisper, but every time he uttered a word, his voice increased several times. When the last word was reached, the question was already like thunder in the sky, rolling around in the world. "What do you want to do...What do you want to do...What do...What do..."

The vast and majestic voice penetrates the world and points directly to the hearts of people. Even the blood light that occupys the world is still fading. After the Saint Clothes of the God Emperor converges the golden light, Xu Xian, Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing have no protection from the Saint Clothes of the God Emperor, and can only face the huge voice that shakes the soul.

Bai Suzhen felt extremely ashamed of the righteous shouts. The firm heart of Taoism that had been practicing for thousands of years seemed to be shattered in the shouts. "What am I doing?" Bai Suzhen asked in her heart. At this moment, she felt that her thousand-year practice had lost its meaning. The thin and short old monk in the sky was now as tall as a god and Buddha, which made Bai Suzhen feel in a trance that she had the urge to bow to him and tell her about her life.

However, after thousands of years of practice and the self-esteem of being a living creature, Bai Suzhen forcibly suppressed this impulse.

Xiaoqing was even more inappropriate. This kind of Buddhist Dharma has a strong sense of restraint on demons. Her practice was much less than Bai Suzhen. At this time, she felt that the sound was like 111,100,000 giant thunders roaring together. Not only her ears, but even her soul seemed to be scattered in this sound, but she couldn't feel a little rebellious. At this time, she just instinctively felt that the sound was terrible, and she hugged Bai Suzhen and shivered.

Among the three, only Xu Xian was unmoved and said calmly: "I heard that the Great Thunder Spirit Dharma of the Holy Monk of Dingzhen was the best in the world. When I saw it today, it was indeed worthy of its reputation..." Xu Xian did not answer the old monk Dingzhen's question, but instead praised his Great Thunder Spirit Dharma, but implicitly sarcastic. It was really admirable that Dingzhen was accusing him of relying on magic power to intimidate others.

Ding Zhen was well-educated and did not get angry at Xu Xian's sarcasm. He said seriously: "Donor Xu was reincarnated for ten generations and was also an immortal in the fairy world. According to principles, I am a junior. However, donor Xu dares to do so but it makes it difficult for the old monk to convince..." Buddhism likes to preach the scriptures the most, so there is a saying that he spits lotus flowers and falls in the sky. Ding Zhen's body is a golden elixir, but his words are extremely sharp. As soon as he opens his mouth, he lifts Xu Xian first.

Xu Xian said calmly: "Master Dingzhen has been awarded for his ten generations. He has been reincarnated for ten generations. Every time he reincarnates, he starts again. It is not comparable to the master's perseverance that he has practiced for hundreds of years. As for what the master said, I have never done before, so I can't get started." Under the response of the blood light, Xu Xian, who was fluttering in green clothes, was covered with a hazy red light, and his elegant and indifferent facial features also looked strange and illusory, and his words and deeds also showed a strange style.

"Oh..." Dingzhen sighed and persuaded: "With donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore."

"Where is the shore?" Xu Xian asked sharply. Then a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Is it considered a shore to give you the sacred cloak of the God Emperor?"

Dingzhen's eyes were as clear as water, and she said mercifully: "Take the cloak of the God Emperor and repent, or you may atone for your sins..."

"Hahaha..." Xu Xian, who had been silent, suddenly burst out laughing, laughing happily and indulgingly. In front of a Jindan master like Dingzhen, such words and deeds seemed extremely rude. Dingzhen did not think it was offensive and said calmly: "Why is Mr. Xu laughing?"

Xu Xian stopped laughing and said solemnly: "I'll ask you, what can you do if you give the God Emperor's Holy Clothes. Can you make millions of people live again? If not, what can you do? Is it possible to relieve my sins a little. You didn't take your things and use you to forgive and pity, do you know? You bald donkeys really hate you. You obviously have so much request, but you prefer to pretend to be messy and conceal the confusion. Don't stand there and point fingers, no one has the right to stand above all sentient beings! You are not even qualified to stand on my head!"

Xu Xian said it firmly and had no room for maneuver. Obviously, he had deep dissatisfaction with Buddhism.

"Master Xu, you have lost the true nature of Prajna, your sins are broken by the three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance..." Xu Xian's angry scolding did not make Dingzhen angry, but instead shook his head repeatedly, showing a sad face for Xu Xian.

The more Dingzhen acts like this, the more angry Xu Xian becomes. The bald donkey always acts like this, which is really hateful. Even though he is a clear mind tempered by the thousands of years of worldly love, when he thinks about the hateful things of the bald donkeys in the West, he cannot suppress the anger in his heart.

Xu Xian was so deep that he thought that this monk knew what I hated and deliberately made me angry. I wanted to calm down. Xu Xian took a deep breath, formed a seal in his hand, and sniffed to the Holy Clothes of the God Emperor and said, "Qi!"

The golden light of the God Emperor's Holy Clothes flashed, and Mu Ran disappeared in place. He appeared behind Dingzhen. His two hand armors penetrated straight towards Dingzhen like two golden hands. There was no trace between the attack. Even if he was watching, he could not grasp the attack route and means of the God Emperor's Holy Clothes. It was elusive and mysterious.

Dingzhen practiced hard for hundreds of years, and his skills had already been perfect, and a golden elixir was even more flawless. When the God Emperor's Holy Clothes appeared behind him, Dingzhen's big sleeves had already brushed backwards at the same time.

"Boom..." The golden light shone between the big sleeves and the hand armor, and countless auras burst into entanglements in the world. After the huge force erupted, the God Emperor Saint Clothes seemed to be unable to bear such a powerful force, and immediately flew backwards. Dingzhen had to take a step forward and remove the scattered power that surged behind her.

The attack of Dingzhen and the God Emperor Saint Clothes seems simple, but it contains various subtle changes. The God Emperor Saint Clothes is not inferior to Dingzhen in power, but it is just a magic weapon after all. The ability of the heaven and earth qi mechanism it controls is strong, but it is far from the harmonious and unobstructed spiritual consciousness of Dingzhen.

Although the power of the attack was similar, Dingzhen used various clever techniques to reduce the attack of the God Emperor Saint Clothes layer by layer. When his strength changed, he released the Thunder Palm and knocked the God Emperor Saint Clothes away on the spot.

If Dingzhen succeeds with one blow, he will be sure that although the God Emperor's Holy Clothes are powerful and not controlled by the right person, it is not scary. But once someone can wear them, he will immediately jump back to the Golden Pill Power. If a Golden Pill-level Power is worn, he can exert twice or even three times, four times or five times the combat power.

The golden elixir plus the golden elixir is not a simple addition. Because this is completely different from the combined efforts of two golden elixir masters, it is that one master has two golden elixirs. The gap between them is a world of difference. Two golden elixirs means endless release of power, but there will be no risk of returning energy and exhaustion.

Even if the fighting consciousness and skills are stronger, they will gradually gain an advantage in battle, let alone owning two golden elixirs, which is almost an essential difference. Dingzhen can be sure that the golden elixir with the God Emperor's Sacred Clothes is enough to sweep the world. However, Xu Xian is not a golden elixir master after all. Even if he masters the God Emperor's Sacred Clothes, he is just a very strong golden elixir.

Dingzhen was a little confused, and Xu Xian's crazy sacred robe seemed not as powerful as he thought. But at this point, he could only take down the sacred robe of the Divine Emperor first. Such a treasure must not fall into the hands of such a heartless crazier like Xu Xian and Huang Quan.

Dingzhen thought of not paying attention to the Holy Clothes of the God Emperor. As long as Xu Xian was captured, the Holy Clothes of the God Emperor was gone, it would not be a problem. Dingzhen chanted the mantra in one hand and chanted the mantra while saying "Boro Polami..." The great Prajna mantra that Dingzhen recited was a special mantra used by Buddhism specifically to deal with vicious and evil people, which was able to cleanse all evil thoughts and make people suddenly feel at the Buddha's heart.

This mantra is performed by Dingzhen with the help of the Western Heavenly Dharma, and it is not just as simple as washing away evil thoughts. The Great Thunder Secret Method is originally the method of Buddha preaching. The Buddha preaches, and the Buddha can be spread throughout the thirty-three days. The Great Thunder Secret Method has the infinite power to penetrate all existence.

What Ding Zhen used just now was just a questioning question, and there was no much harm. But at this moment, the secret technique of the Great Thunder Sound induced by the golden elixir was enough to crush anyone's soul below the golden elixir. Xu Xian did this in a rebellious way, but there was no regret. Ding Zhen was in his heart and had already had a murderous intention towards Xu Xian.

"When Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practiced the deep Prajna Paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were empty and he could overcome all sufferings..." The voice of the low voice of the true chanting spread throughout the heaven and earth in an extremely grand manner. In the solemn and sacred chanting, the blood evil spirit seemed to fade a lot.
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