Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Between the sea of ​​fire and the stratus clouds.

Jinlong, Shi Jian and Taoist priests fight in chaos.

The two behemoths just repeatedly hit and bite, and the momentum is terrifying. The Taoist priests were mixed with them, and their stature would inevitably appear to be extremely small. They only kept flying back and forth in the strong wind, although they often avoided attacks and returned their colors. But looking from a distance, I was dancing on the tip of a knife, which was extremely thrilling.

Looking at the dragon picture below, he felt a little tingling and dry mouth.

After Li Changan drilled out of the gap between the two behemoths again, Longtu finally couldn't bear to call out.

"Uncle Master?"

"What's the panic? How can God Lei send it lightly?!"

Even though he said so, it was Luo Yuqing's own refusal to "light his hair". It was clear that Li Changan's voice was suddenly heard in his ears when he was preparing to take down the thunder.

"Just wait a minute."

"Hundred thousand fires can't be rushed!"

"Let’s listen to what the younger generation said. Although this corpse Buddha is hidden in the stone 犼, but where it is hidden is unknown. If the divine thunder is released and Shi 犼 is shot down, but the corpse Buddha is not hit, it is not a waste of the last. A divine thunder? It's better to let the younger generation find out its location, and then send the divine thunder."

On the one hand, Luo Yuqing was surprised at Li Changan's control of Fengling, and actually played the trick of "transmitting sound from a thousand miles."

"Are you sure?"

"Have."

Li Changan answered without hesitation, and what he relied on was nothing else, but the "wind spirit" that Luo Yuqing lent him.

What are the characteristics of wind? Is it mobile? Is howl? Is it overwhelming? Chasing the clouds and chasing the fog?

Do not.

It is omnipresent and pervasive.

As he became more familiar with controlling the wind spirit, Li Changan found that he could actually distinguish some vague information contained in the wind.

Earlier, it was through the information sent back by the wind that Li Changan noticed Shi Jian’s decapitation to survive. He also noticed that although the "Blue Night God Thunder" did not shoot down Shi Jian, it was not completely useless. Power has already shaken Shi Jian's body with many cracks.

Although it was quickly patched by vines, the remaining gaps were enough to allow the wind to sneak into it, and for Li Changan to listen to the true body of the corpse Buddha.

…………

almost.

Li Changan squeezed out from the gap between the dragon claw and the dragon claw lightly.

He has already figured out the approximate location of the corpse Buddha.

But the message from the wind is somewhat vague. If you want to be sure of everything, it's best... He stared at Shi Jian's huge body. The blue and hard-colored stones were not ordinary rocks, but they were soaked by demonic energy and firm as essence. Iron, otherwise it would not be possible to bite the golden dragon into the flesh.

It is not easy to break this "turtle shell".

The Taoist priest suddenly changed his expression, his robe agitated, and he took the initiative to leave the battlefield for the first time.

Where did the Golden Dragon easily let go of the Taoist priest, and then jumped up and bite, but Shi Yan grabbed it on his tail and scraped off a large piece of flesh and blood. The pain made his eyes red, and he returned to fight with Shi Yan.

Li Changan didn't stay there for a while, drove the long wind and went straight to Qingming.

…………

Taoists say: The wind at the high sky is the gang wind, which can sell gold and break jade, and is the most sharp.

Li Changan stepped on the sea of ​​clouds, carried the blue sky on his back, closed his eyes tightly, concentrating quietly, abandoning all miscellaneous thoughts, and striving to bring every gust of wind under his control.

Gradually.

The whistling around him became more and more vigorous, and the sea of ​​clouds under his feet was noisy.

then.

The whistling sound became more and more harsh, there was a faint sound of gold and iron, and the air gradually distorted, unexpectedly there were several white lines circling around him endlessly.

Then, those "wind lines" became denser and more numerous, and finally, under the refraction of sunlight, they showed the appearance of transparent fine scales, evenly distributed around them and slowly rotating.

Li Changan opened his eyes and leaned down into the sea of ​​clouds.

…………

Luo Yuqing was still annoyed at why Li Changan hadn't given Zhunxin for so long, and the Taoist priests went and returned.

But a big hole suddenly broke through the sky.

Li Changan whizzed down with the wind wrapped in countless scales.

The "wind scales" around its body constantly collide, squeeze, and rub against each other, splashing sparks, and burning them red. Then, cut into the battlefield in a rude and unreasonable posture.

Last second, Long Jun was caught off guard and was thrown out by the blade-like wind.

The next moment, the Taoist led the wind, like an awl, into the body of the stone.

…………

Whether it is rocks or vines, they are all stirred into debris under the wind.

Ore.

The Taoist priests were all in sight.

It actually got into a hole in Shi Yan's body.

He concentrated a lot, just watching a large amount of viscous plasma converge into a huge pupa, beating slowly like a heart, and among the blood pupa, faintly watched a hideous giant with three heads and six arms.

The Taoist grinned.

"Got you!"

…………

On the platform.

The veteran beards and hair are all open, and the token is thrown.

"boom!"

The white light ran through the world with a roar.

A shock wave visible to the naked eye spread, swayed the thunderclouds, dispersed the wind and rain, and pressed the sea of ​​fire.

In the blink of an eye,

The wind, rain, thunder, fire, and the heavy clouds that were inverted into the sky suddenly disappeared. It seems that the terrifying scene that resembles the nine-fold **** is just a dream, except for the smoke from the scorched mountain. Above the smoke, the golden dragon plate remained constant for nine days, and Shi Yan...a huge hole penetrated its entire body.

On the ground, everyone held their breath.

It's not that they don't want to cheer, but they're just afraid that it's just another empty joy.

However.

Only the cracking sound of "click" gradually came into my ears and became denser.

People were pleasantly surprised to find that there were continuous rocks disintegrating from Shi Jian, and the falling rocks became more and more dense. In a short while, the stone 犼 completely disintegrated, like a stone rain falling on Yeshan, puffing up clouds of smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust settled a little bit, a piece of Taoist robe that I saw was hanging above the blue sky.

…………

Li Changan's thoughts moved.

The wisps of breeze spread into the whole body, washing away the contaminated dust.

Then, he turned around and confronted Jinlong's huge moves.

It should be said that the ancients said: The wind follows the tiger and the cloud follows the dragon, and what he said is true.

With such a short amount of effort, there was a large cloud of air around this Dragon Lord. Among them, it can be regarded as a bit of Longjun's appearance.

However, after fighting with Shi Yan for a long time, he was already covered in wounds, and he was wounded by the wind that was controlled by the Taoist priests. Although he was not seriously injured, he was also cut with blood, which seemed extremely embarrassing.

Therefore, Jinlong's eyes are quite unkind.

But perhaps it was due to the lack of power, perhaps the venting of joy, or the divine thunder wiping the tip of his tail, this Taihu Dragon Lord had already recovered his sanity from the rage, and lost his previous tyrannical madness.

He just took a deep look at the Taoist priest, and then slowly sank into the cloud.

…………

Naturally, Li Changan didn't bother to entangle him.

But he did not rush back to the Fatai, but fell on the ruins of the Thousand Buddha Temple on Yeshan.

The place where the Taoist priests settled was a cliff platform, where there was a collapsed pavilion, and a large bronze bell next to it was burnt red by the mountain fire.

Li Changan looked around for a while, then suddenly his expression changed and he waved.

The mountain breeze gathers, salty listen to its orders.

The bronze bell was opened, revealing the body of the old monk's understanding, but the clothes had been burned long ago, and the body was calcined to look like golden glaze.

Observing this scene, the Taoist priest certainly knew that this person was the bell-ringer at that time.

After carefully placing the enlightened golden body, he solemnly bowed, then turned his head and walked two steps, and found what he really was looking for from the ground.

It was some scorched and blackened dross, which was crushed into finely divided soot with a hand pinch.

There is no need to use the Chonglong Jade, the Taoist priest can see more dregs extending into the depths of the ruins as soon as he raises his head.

…………

Surrounded by broken walls, ruins, burnt wood, gravel... Only the broken plaque lies in the ruins, and the four gilt characters on it-Daxiong Hall, vaguely witness the original appearance.

And currently in the ruins.

A mass of "coke" was creeping slowly, and spots of burnt ash were scattered along the way, barely recognizing the appearance of three heads and six arms.

It was the corpse Buddha who was beaten into dregs by the gods and lingered.

The cold wind blows away the embers, and the burnt wood "clicks" under the Taoist boots.

The distance between the two sides has increased step by step.

Suddenly.

The corpse Buddha stood up and turned around.

A shocking appearance with green face and fangs was revealed.

However, the Taoist priest did not blink his eyes, but returned with a cold sword.

A ball of coke floated to the ground.

The three-body Buddha can only be called the double-faced Buddha.

It staggered back, and Li Changan pressed his sword forward.

Suddenly, he turned around again, and he saw a beautiful and pleasant face that was eager to weep. The white lotus saint has picturesque eyebrows, and her lips lightly open: "The Daoist..."

The sword light flashed, and the voice stopped abruptly.

The beauty's head fell into the ashes of the fire, and in an instant it turned into a ball of coke.

The corpse Buddha retreated again, and Li Changan approached again.

Until under the plaque, finally there is no retreat.

The corpse Buddha turned around again.

This time.

Not a terrible monster, nor a seductive beauty, but the appearance of a young monk.

"Kong Yan?"

"Amitabha, poor monk..."

"Go well."

Swing the sword and return to the scabbard.

Only a headless scorched corpse fell under the "Daxiong Palace".

The Taoist stood silent for a long time, until there was no more movement. Only then took out the yellow-shell book he had with him, and turned to the page of the "corpse Buddha".

The corpse Buddha above is still exquisite and vivid, but there is no longer the horror of wanting to come out and choose people to eat.

Li Changan let out a sigh of relief, and finally let go of his grip on the hilt of the sword, and he raised his eyes.

The sky is clear and the sun is warm. As for the pavilions, white walls and golden roofs, they are all made of coke.

The matter is over.

He closed the page and was about to turn away. But suddenly there was some moist air rushing toward his face, he looked up in amazement, and saw three extremely thin figures appearing in front of him.

Those were three monks, one year old with compassionate faces, one middle-aged solemn and solemn, and the other young and elegant and handsome. The three of them all pointed at the Taoist priests with their hands together as a gift. The young monk also pointed to the ground and said something, but before he heard it clearly, he disappeared in the wind without a trace.

The Taoist looked down.

The corpse of the corpse Buddha disintegrated little by little, and was stirred by the mountain wind, turned into dust and scattered into the embers of the mountain, leaving only a mottled relic of black, gray and white. Jijiu say: