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At the top of Wangyue cliff, Hong Ming finally met the top Buddhist practitioners, demons and demons in the western regions.
Buddhism is one of the three Buddhists.
The three were young and full of Buddhist light. One was lying with golden light on his body, one was sitting with his hands folded, and the other was smiling.
Hong Ming read the Buddhist scriptures, from the three people's manners on the points out some clues.
Among the three Buddhists, one cultivates the sleeping arhat, which is a rare arhat body in Buddhism. Most people can't cultivate it, but the other two are more common.
Hong Ming can't see it.
However, as soon as Hong Ming came up, one of the yuan infant masters came to say hello.
"Benefactor Hong, I didn't expect you to come to Wangyue cliff."
Hongming, who is the founder of Yuanying, feels familiar. He should have seen it in xiaoleiyin temple.
"You're welcome. If you want to travel in the western regions, you can't miss the grand gathering of moon watching cliff. I've been looking forward to it for a long time. " Hong Ming said with a smile and exchanged greetings.
The Yuanying venerable is called shoukong, and his practice is to practice divine power with feet. Although there is still some distance to the supernatural power, Dunshu came here in order to get it.
Hong Ming and this person are chatting, a few people in that magic door are more not angry.
Demons and Buddhists are antagonistic in nature.
I don't know how many years I've been fighting here.
Hongming made friends with the Buddhist practitioners of xiaoleiyin temple and killed the people of the demon sect. Naturally, the demon sect was hostile. However, this hostility to Hong Ming does not care, there is no concise magic power, just a group of ants.
However, although there are no deities in the vicinity, Hong Ming can feel a strong Qi in the void.
"It's troublesome."
Hong Ming thought from the bottom of his heart.
After the greetings, Hong Ming finds a place to stay away from Buddhism and demons. He feels the world here by himself.
However, Hong Ming's participation did not cause much trouble.
There are many friars here. It's just a little wind and waves for a powerful Jindan friar to join. The focus is on the battle between Moxiu and Buddha.
Hong Ming has been sitting here for more than a day without any harvest.
At this time, one of them stood up.
This person's body is surrounded by the black breath, with a foul smell in the breath, which makes people can't help retreating. Even in the magic gate, there is no one else around this person.
This man stepped into the air and looked at the three Buddhists.
"I've heard for a long time that the Buddha's skill of xiaoleiyin temple is unique. It's only one step away from refining the magic power. Can you come out for a fight?"
The man said in a loud voice, which spread all around.
In an instant, the crowd around was quiet.
With a smile on his face, Hong Ming looked at the monk who suddenly appeared. The monk was full of corpse gas. The corpse gas was strong and gathered into the evil spirit. It was a kind of evil spirit of heaven and earth, which was extremely difficult to deal with.
"Friar of the corpse way? It's really rare. This kind of skill has long been extinct in the south of heaven. "
Hong Ming watched with great interest.
In the distance, when the monks saw the appearance of the demon cultivation, they all began to discuss it.
The monk shoukong said:
"the practice of shixingya is the way of refining corpses, and it combines refining corpses with itself by using secret techniques. It's extremely powerful. It's not like ordinary people. The three younger martial brothers should be careful."
The generation of shoukong monks is higher than that of Buddhists.
But the Buddha's identity is special, so he is of the same generation as Shou Kong.
The sleeping Buddhist disciple heard this and opened his eyes: "two elder martial brothers, do you want me to meet this person for a while?"
"Younger martial brother Zhenyan, you'd better not do it. Your dream of cultivation is to understand the skills of the great way. You should pay attention to the accumulation and thin hair. Now you don't practice for a long time. Don't do it until you have to."
The Buddha with a smile on his face said.
The other Buddha put his hands together:
"Amitabha, the strength of shixingya is not weak. I'll fight this battle."
With that, he was shining and flying into the sky.
Shoukong monk nodded:
"elder martial brother Zhenjing cultivates ten million palms. Although this magical power is not ranked high among many magical powers, it's not far away from concise magical power. It's very powerful and will surely win."
Zhenyan, Zhenfa, the two Buddhists nodded.
Zhenjing stepped into the sky, but he didn't say a word. The stone cliff was killed.
With a wave of Zhenjing's hand, the golden light in the air twinkled, and tens of thousands of palms were killed towards shixingya. As like as two peas, each of them is fake.
Magic power, ten million hands.
"There are some strange things in the Buddhist practice."
A giant eagle in the demon family said in a loud voice. The eagle's blue feathers look very handsome. Its prestige is even more amazing. It is no less powerful than the monk Yuanying, and its prestige is even stronger.More than a dozen demon people nearby nodded.
"Buddhism can occupy 60% of the land in the western regions. Naturally, there are some means. The Buddha's strength is not very strong. His physical body is worse than that of the demons like me. But even I have to be careful when using this magic."
A woman in a red robe spoke.
The woman was wearing a phoenix crown on her head and had feathers on her arms. It was obvious that she was a monster.
In general, they have to be born in Yuan Dynasty.
However, in the golden elixir period, some demons were gifted and could be transformed into shapes, while some demons with unique blood could hardly be transformed into shapes, even if they became immortals.
The other demons nodded.
Sitting in the distance, Hong Ming was slightly surprised to hear the words of the demon clan, but then he turned his eyes to the battle in the air.
To tell you the truth, the fight between the two men was pretty good.
Although in Hong Ming's eyes, it has no meaning at all.
That ten million palms is excellent in cultivation.
This magic power, to be cultivated to the extreme, is to turn one palm into three thousand. Its power is amazing. But this palm technique itself is a magic, and it needs to be refined. Only by combining two ways can it have an effect. For most monks, the gain is not worth the loss. It's just because Buddhism has this characteristic that it's suitable for cultivation.
Moreover, even if the cultivation is successful, it is not practical.
If you can't beat your opponent with one hand, you will not be an opponent with another 3000.
There are some people in this palm skill. It's stormy and fierce. It's a little worse to really defeat the enemy.
On the other hand, the skill of refining corpses on the opposite side is excellent.
Even if you are attacked by ten million palms for a long time, there is no change. Most of the injuries are offset by this life's refining corpse. For refining corpses, the ten million palms have little effect.
However, shixingya did not occupy any advantage.
Ten million palms fall, and there are empty palms all around. Zhenjing doesn't want to stop as soon as she makes a move. Many empty palms appear and continue to kill. Shixingya is almost crushed.
After beating for half an hour, shixingya is far away.
"Amitabha."
Zhenjing put her hands together and fell down.
Shixingya black face, also did not catch up, the first battle, the end.
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At the top of Wangyue cliff, Hong Ming finally met the top Buddhist practitioners, demons and demons in the western regions.
Buddhism is one of the three Buddhists.
The three were young and full of Buddhist light. One was lying with golden light on his body, one was sitting with his hands folded, and the other was smiling.
Hong Ming read the Buddhist scriptures, from the three people's manners on the points out some clues.
Among the three Buddhists, one cultivates the sleeping arhat, which is a rare arhat body in Buddhism. Most people can't cultivate it, but the other two are more common.
Hong Ming can't see it.
However, as soon as Hong Ming came up, one of the yuan infant masters came to say hello.
"Benefactor Hong, I didn't expect you to come to Wangyue cliff."
Hongming, who is the founder of Yuanying, feels familiar. He should have seen it in xiaoleiyin temple.
"You're welcome. If you want to travel in the western regions, you can't miss the grand gathering of moon watching cliff. I've been looking forward to it for a long time. " Hong Ming said with a smile and exchanged greetings.
The Yuanying venerable is called shoukong, and his practice is to practice divine power with feet. Although there is still some distance to the supernatural power, Dunshu came here in order to get it.
Hong Ming and this person are chatting, a few people in that magic door are more not angry.
Demons and Buddhists are antagonistic in nature.
I don't know how many years I've been fighting here.
Hongming made friends with the Buddhist practitioners of xiaoleiyin temple and killed the people of the demon sect. Naturally, the demon sect was hostile. However, this hostility to Hong Ming does not care, there is no concise magic power, just a group of ants.
However, although there are no deities in the vicinity, Hong Ming can feel a strong Qi in the void.
"It's troublesome."
Hong Ming thought from the bottom of his heart.
After the greetings, Hong Ming finds a place to stay away from Buddhism and demons. He feels the world here by himself.
However, Hong Ming's participation did not cause much trouble.
There are many friars here. It's just a little wind and waves for a powerful Jindan friar to join. The focus is on the battle between Moxiu and Buddha.
Hong Ming has been sitting here for more than a day without any harvest.
At this time, one of them stood up.
This person's body is surrounded by the black breath, with a foul smell in the breath, which makes people can't help retreating. Even in the magic gate, there is no one else around this person.
This man stepped into the air and looked at the three Buddhists.
"I've heard for a long time that the Buddha's skill of xiaoleiyin temple is unique. It's only one step away from refining the magic power. Can you come out for a fight?"
The man said in a loud voice, which spread all around.
In an instant, the crowd around was quiet.
With a smile on his face, Hong Ming looked at the monk who suddenly appeared. The monk was full of corpse gas. The corpse gas was strong and gathered into the evil spirit. It was a kind of evil spirit of heaven and earth, which was extremely difficult to deal with.
"Friar of the corpse way? It's really rare. This kind of skill has long been extinct in the south of heaven. "
Hong Ming watched with great interest.
In the distance, when the monks saw the appearance of the demon cultivation, they all began to discuss it.
The monk shoukong said:
"the practice of shixingya is the way of refining corpses, and it combines refining corpses with itself by using secret techniques. It's extremely powerful. It's not like ordinary people. The three younger martial brothers should be careful."
The generation of shoukong monks is higher than that of Buddhists.
But the Buddha's identity is special, so he is of the same generation as Shou Kong.
The sleeping Buddhist disciple heard this and opened his eyes: "two elder martial brothers, do you want me to meet this person for a while?"
"Younger martial brother Zhenyan, you'd better not do it. Your dream of cultivation is to understand the skills of the great way. You should pay attention to the accumulation and thin hair. Now you don't practice for a long time. Don't do it until you have to."
The Buddha with a smile on his face said.
The other Buddha put his hands together:
"Amitabha, the strength of shixingya is not weak. I'll fight this battle."
With that, he was shining and flying into the sky.
Shoukong monk nodded:
"elder martial brother Zhenjing cultivates ten million palms. Although this magical power is not ranked high among many magical powers, it's not far away from concise magical power. It's very powerful and will surely win."
Zhenyan, Zhenfa, the two Buddhists nodded.
Zhenjing stepped into the sky, but he didn't say a word. The stone cliff was killed.
With a wave of Zhenjing's hand, the golden light in the air twinkled, and tens of thousands of palms were killed towards shixingya. As like as two peas, each of them is fake.
Magic power, ten million hands.
"There are some strange things in the Buddhist practice."
A giant eagle in the demon family said in a loud voice. The eagle's blue feathers look very handsome. Its prestige is even more amazing. It is no less powerful than the monk Yuanying, and its prestige is even stronger.More than a dozen demon people nearby nodded.
"Buddhism can occupy 60% of the land in the western regions. Naturally, there are some means. The Buddha's strength is not very strong. His physical body is worse than that of the demons like me. But even I have to be careful when using this magic."
A woman in a red robe spoke.
The woman was wearing a phoenix crown on her head and had feathers on her arms. It was obvious that she was a monster.
In general, they have to be born in Yuan Dynasty.
However, in the golden elixir period, some demons were gifted and could be transformed into shapes, while some demons with unique blood could hardly be transformed into shapes, even if they became immortals.
The other demons nodded.
Sitting in the distance, Hong Ming was slightly surprised to hear the words of the demon clan, but then he turned his eyes to the battle in the air.
To tell you the truth, the fight between the two men was pretty good.
Although in Hong Ming's eyes, it has no meaning at all.
That ten million palms is excellent in cultivation.
This magic power, to be cultivated to the extreme, is to turn one palm into three thousand. Its power is amazing. But this palm technique itself is a magic, and it needs to be refined. Only by combining two ways can it have an effect. For most monks, the gain is not worth the loss. It's just because Buddhism has this characteristic that it's suitable for cultivation.
Moreover, even if the cultivation is successful, it is not practical.
If you can't beat your opponent with one hand, you will not be an opponent with another 3000.
There are some people in this palm skill. It's stormy and fierce. It's a little worse to really defeat the enemy.
On the other hand, the skill of refining corpses on the opposite side is excellent.
Even if you are attacked by ten million palms for a long time, there is no change. Most of the injuries are offset by this life's refining corpse. For refining corpses, the ten million palms have little effect.
However, shixingya did not occupy any advantage.
Ten million palms fall, and there are empty palms all around. Zhenjing doesn't want to stop as soon as she makes a move. Many empty palms appear and continue to kill. Shixingya is almost crushed.
After beating for half an hour, shixingya is far away.
"Amitabha."
Zhenjing put her hands together and fell down.
Shixingya black face, also did not catch up, the first battle, the end.
At the top of Wangyue cliff, Hong Ming finally met the top Buddhist practitioners, demons and demons in the western regions. Buddhism is one of the three Buddhists. The three were young and full of Buddhist light. One was lying with golden light on his body, one was sitting with his hands folded, and the other was smiling. Hong Ming read the Buddhist scriptures, from the three people's manners on the points out some clues. Among the three Buddhists, one cultivates the sleeping arhat, which is a rare arhat body in Buddhism. Most people can't cultivate it, but the other two are more common. Hong Ming can't see it. However, as soon as Hong Ming came up, one of the yuan infant masters came to say hello. "Benefactor Hong, I didn't expect you to come to Wangyue cliff." Hongming, who is the founder of Yuanying, feels familiar. He should have seen it in xiaoleiyin temple. "You're welcome. If you want to travel in the western regions, you can't miss the grand gathering of moon watching cliff. I've been looking forward to it for a long time. " Hong Ming said with a smile and exchanged greetings. The Yuanying venerable is called shoukong, and his practice is to practice divine power with feet. Although there is still some distance to the supernatural power, Dunshu came here in order to get it. Hong Ming and this person are chatting, a few people in that magic door are more not angry. Demons and Buddhists are antagonistic in nature. I don't know how many years I've been fighting here. Hongming made friends with the Buddhist practitioners of xiaoleiyin temple and killed the people of the demon sect. Naturally, the demon sect was hostile. However, this hostility to Hong Ming does not care, there is no concise magic power, just a group of ants. However, although there are no deities in the vicinity, Hong Ming can feel a strong Qi in the void. "It's troublesome." Hong Ming thought from the bottom of his heart. After the greetings, Hong Ming finds a place to stay away from Buddhism and demons. He feels the world here by himself. However, Hong Ming's participation did not cause much trouble. There are many friars here. It's just a little wind and waves for a powerful Jindan friar to join. The focus is on the battle between Moxiu and Buddha. Hong Ming has been sitting here for more than a day without any harvest. At this time, one of them stood up. This person's body is surrounded by the black breath, with a foul smell in the breath, which makes people can't help retreating. Even in the magic gate, there is no one else around this person. This man stepped into the air and looked at the three Buddhists. "I've heard for a long time that the Buddha's skill of xiaoleiyin temple is unique. It's only one step away from refining the magic power. Can you come out for a fight?" The man said in a loud voice, which spread all around. In an instant, the crowd around was quiet. With a smile on his face, Hong Ming looked at the monk who suddenly appeared. The monk was full of corpse gas. The corpse gas was strong and gathered into the evil spirit. It was a kind of evil spirit of heaven and earth, which was extremely difficult to deal with. "Friar of the corpse way? It's really rare. This kind of skill has long been extinct in the south of heaven. " Hong Ming watched with great interest. In the distance, when the monks saw the appearance of the demon cultivation, they all began to discuss it. The monk shoukong said: "the practice of shixingya is the way of refining corpses, and it combines refining corpses with itself by using secret techniques. It's extremely powerful. It's not like ordinary people. The three younger martial brothers should be careful." The generation of shoukong monks is higher than that of Buddhists. But the Buddha's identity is special, so he is of the same generation as Shou Kong. The sleeping Buddhist disciple heard this and opened his eyes: "two elder martial brothers, do you want me to meet this person for a while?" "Younger martial brother Zhenyan, you'd better not do it. Your dream of cultivation is to understand the skills of the great way. You should pay attention to the accumulation and thin hair. Now you don't practice for a long time. Don't do it until you have to." The Buddha with a smile on his face said. The other Buddha put his hands together: "Amitabha, the strength of shixingya is not weak. I'll fight this battle." With that, he was shining and flying into the sky. Shoukong monk nodded: "elder martial brother Zhenjing cultivates ten million palms. Although this magical power is not ranked high among many magical powers, it's not far away from concise magical power. It's very powerful and will surely win." Zhenyan, Zhenfa, the two Buddhists nodded. Zhenjing stepped into the sky, but he didn't say a word. The stone cliff was killed. With a wave of Zhenjing's hand, the golden light in the air twinkled, and tens of thousands of palms were killed towards shixingya. As like as two peas, each of them is fake. Magic power, ten million hands. "There are some strange things in the Buddhist practice." A giant eagle in the demon family said in a loud voice. The eagle's blue feathers look very handsome. Its prestige is even more amazing. It is no less powerful than the monk Yuanying, and its prestige is even stronger.More than a dozen demon people nearby nodded. "Buddhism can occupy 60% of the land in the western regions. Naturally, there are some means. The Buddha's strength is not very strong. His physical body is worse than that of the demons like me. But even I have to be careful when using this magic." A woman in a red robe spoke. The woman was wearing a phoenix crown on her head and had feathers on her arms. It was obvious that she was a monster. In general, they have to be born in Yuan Dynasty. However, in the golden elixir period, some demons were gifted and could be transformed into shapes, while some demons with unique blood could hardly be transformed into shapes, even if they became immortals. The other demons nodded. Sitting in the distance, Hong Ming was slightly surprised to hear the words of the demon clan, but then he turned his eyes to the battle in the air. To tell you the truth, the fight between the two men was pretty good. Although in Hong Ming's eyes, it has no meaning at all. That ten million palms is excellent in cultivation. This magic power, to be cultivated to the extreme, is to turn one palm into three thousand. Its power is amazing. But this palm technique itself is a magic, and it needs to be refined. Only by combining two ways can it have an effect. For most monks, the gain is not worth the loss. It's just because Buddhism has this characteristic that it's suitable for cultivation. Moreover, even if the cultivation is successful, it is not practical. If you can't beat your opponent with one hand, you will not be an opponent with another 3000. There are some people in this palm skill. It's stormy and fierce. It's a little worse to really defeat the enemy. On the other hand, the skill of refining corpses on the opposite side is excellent. Even if you are attacked by ten million palms for a long time, there is no change. Most of the injuries are offset by this life's refining corpse. For refining corpses, the ten million palms have little effect. However, shixingya did not occupy any advantage. Ten million palms fall, and there are empty palms all around. Zhenjing doesn't want to stop as soon as she makes a move. Many empty palms appear and continue to kill. Shixingya is almost crushed. After beating for half an hour, shixingya is far away. "Amitabha." Zhenjing put her hands together and fell down. Shixingya black face, also did not catch up, the first battle, the end.
