Fengyunlu

The shadow was being controlled in secret, and the scene he staged was not his own will at all. At the critical moment, the brother and sister bravely jumped out to help, and several friends also joined the battle. When the old monk saw this sudden situation, he immediately burst out with powerful strength and set up a large formation to trap the shadow. The momentum of the brother and sister attracted Feng Ling, and when Feng Ling came, the King of Killing also came. As soon as the King of Killing showed up, Feng Wanlin solved the problem with just one sentence.

Then, the old monk proposed to enter the formation and use the magic flame to eat the heart to deal with the black shadow, and Feng Wanlin agreed. Feng Wanlin put away Feng Jue, Feng Ling guarded him, and the couple went to Cangyun Sect together. But on the night of the wedding, something big happened. Bai Ximeng was plotted against and was going to have a premature birth. Feng Wanlin found out that someone was playing tricks and immediately chased him out, but the other party ran away. When Feng Wanlin returned home, his wife was in pain and premature labor. He was so anxious that he turned around and around, and finally Fengchen Juemai was born.

The four words "Om Mani Padme Hum" were like a divine weapon descending from the sky, trapping the black shadow. The old monk thought that he had driven the black shadow out of the sect to save his life, but he didn't expect that it would be used so soon. The black shadow wanted to return to the sect, but he killed Chen Mao's family and tricked the black shadow into going to the Seven Killing Hall. At the Jingchi Shenmu Jue, he met the Bai family siblings. He couldn't beat them, so he summoned the disciples of the Killing King, which attracted the Killing King. Feng Ling went to rescue him, and Feng Wanlin appeared and took everyone away, leaving the black shadow to take revenge on his own.

The old monk sighed and said helplessly: "Alas, benefactor, you have gone astray. You won't listen to my kind words of advice, so I have to force you." As he spoke, the old monk changed his hands and produced four golden Buddhist seals, which glowed with golden light and surrounded the black shadow.

The black shadow was forced to retreat again and again, and finally had no way to retreat. The four Buddha seals shone with golden light, and instantly trapped the black shadow in a golden cage. The black shadow stabbed the knife into the sand, and hurriedly made a few seals. As if he was sucked by the knife, his whole body shook, and a mass of black stuff emerged from his body and gathered on the knife, causing him to groan in pain.

"Devil Flame Blade!" The old monk was shocked, remembering that the black shadow was holding the ancient magic weapon, the Devil Flame Blade. The black shadow wanted to activate the blood sacrifice method of the magic weapon.

"Donor, throw away the knife!" The old monk was so anxious that he rushed over and threw out 18 golden bodhi beads, which turned into a golden lock to tie up the black shadow. The old monk also rushed over and slashed at the black shadow with one hand, trying to grab the magic blade with one hand. The black shadow laughed: "Too late, stinky monk, it's too late!" With a loud bang, the old monk and the golden lock were blown back by the air wave. The golden lock turned back into Buddhist beads and returned to the old monk's hand.

Suddenly, in the dark corner, it was like a lake being hit by a huge rock, causing a splash of water. Groups of black demonic energy gushed out, and the surroundings were pitch black, and the space was shrouded in darkness. The blood-colored clouds above were stirred by a mysterious force and turned into a vortex that flashed with strange light. The vortex was only half a mile in size at first, but a strange wind blew over it, and it spread wildly, covering the entire sky in an instant.

A ray of black light streaked across the sky, and a thunderous roar erupted from the center of the vortex. A ray of blood-red demonic light suddenly pierced into the black fog, so bright and dazzling that it did not dissipate for a long time.

"Oh no, oh no, this brother actually has such a dangerous thing in his possession. I should have acted first. Now this antique magic weapon has been sacrificed with blood. If we force our way in, I'm afraid we'll take his life, and that would go against Mr. Moshan's last wish. But if we let him go on like this, he will fall deeply into the evil way, and that would be unfair to our old friend. What should we do?" The old monk looked at the evil light, his heart full of regret and entanglement.

Unfortunately, my cultivation has not yet reached the highest level, so it is difficult for me to take any rash actions. If the head Buddhist master were here, he would be able to remain calm and resolve the crisis. However, he is currently in Xumi Palace. How could he cross the mountains and rivers and reach this vast desert in an instant? Alas...ah! Desert? We are actually close to Fengsha Castle. Such a huge movement will definitely attract the attention of the powerful man of the Feng family. If he can come, maybe he can... When the old monk said this, a gleam of light flashed across his eyes, as if he had found a way to solve the problem.

However, he was only happy for a moment, and then sighed helplessly: "I heard that the great man never intervenes in the disputes of the Xuanmen. Unless the people encounter a major disaster, he will never take action easily. This time is no exception, otherwise he would have taken action long ago. Alas, I have to find a way out on my own."

"Girl, we'll help him out later."

"Who to help?"

The brother and sister who had been secretly watching from the side were also shocked by this sudden change. The man wanted to help, but his sister suddenly asked this question, which made people feel both funny and helpless.

"Of course, I'll help that great monk."

"Oh."

"Wait, wait, wait a moment, if the monk is really unable to hold on, we will take action."

"Ah."

The man wanted to continue observing, but his sister suddenly drew her sword and made a move to rush out. The man called out in a hurry, fearing that she would act impulsively.

After comforting his sister, the man turned his head to look at the old monk and saw him silently wiping his Buddhist beads. After a long time, he looked up, staring at the magical light flashing in the sky, muttering to himself, as if he was reminiscing about the past, but also as if he had made up his mind.

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This scene is really confusing. Looking at the man, the devil energy is lingering around him, but the devil energy is like being wrapped in a thin film, just floating around him, and it does not explode from his body like a master of magic. From this, it can be seen that what he is practicing is not real magic. Therefore, the devil energy is probably imposed by others, or he has encountered something strange. Therefore, the devil energy is like clothing, wearing on his body, but not his own skin, as if it can be taken off at any time.

The monk at the side said again: "Alas, my benefactor, your demonic obstacles are becoming more and more serious, and you don't listen to what others say. I have no choice but to take tough measures." The monk made gestures as he spoke, showing his helplessness and determination.

After the monk finished speaking, his gestures became more and more rapid. He made a series of gestures like magic, such as "Fafa", "Dijie", "Sifang", and "Zhanmo". Suddenly, golden light flashed around him, and the shadow seemed to be illuminated by a flashlight, trying to dispel all the darkness. The shadow also seemed to be panicked, and his body kept shaking, but he still resisted stubbornly and refused to escape.

"Old monk, you are courting death!" The shadow roared, and the aura around him surged like boiling water, as if brewing a big move. The sound was like the sound of cannibalism, which was terrifying.

At this moment, the brother and sister also felt a chill, as if a murderous blade was hovering nearby. The murderous aura was cold and evil. The man couldn't help but feel worried.

His sister noticed that his face was not right and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"Could this knife be the legendary Demon Flame Blade?" The man suddenly remembered something and exclaimed.

But then he became puzzled: "No, isn't the Demon Flame Blade locked in Thunder Mountain? And it is guarded by the old immortal Lei Teng. If someone steals it, how can the old immortal sit and watch? It seems that this sword is probably a fake."

At this moment, a huge blood-red sword suddenly appeared in the sky, like a god descending from heaven, and then a blurry figure floated in the clouds.

"This is a great man coming, and the killer king is doing it himself." The monk looked up at the sky, his eyes full of awe, and quietly waved to the brother and sister, signaling them to leave quickly.

The elder sister and the younger brother exchanged glances, feeling somewhat uneasy. The man didn't seem to care much about it, but his elder sister was obviously unhappy. She frowned, with a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone: "This old monk is really too much. I'll go first, you go and inform our aunt." After that, a gleaming sword suddenly appeared in her hand, which looked extremely sharp and full of deterrence.

The man looked at the sword in his sister's hand and shook his head helplessly: "Sister, you are really brave. That's killing the king. The two of us together may not be enough to fill his teeth." But his sister was not afraid at all, and responded firmly: "What are you afraid of? At worst, I will come back to avenge you. Go quickly and find your uncle, the one with the surname Lu. He usually lives in seclusion. We finally caught him this time. Let's see if he won't leave us here?" She added with a hint of determination in her tone.

"It's not that easy to stop the killer Lu Xiao. He is a master who can even fight his way out of the siege in the Jiazi War. Aren't we just courting death?" The man wanted to continue persuading him, but suddenly a vague and mysterious voice came from a distance. "Brother Lu, you came to our desert without even saying hello. Have you forgotten your old friend?" The voice sounded like a low hum in the wind, full of mystery and depth.

Between heaven and earth, the evil spirit was like boiling sea water, surging out, covering the sky and the sun, and frightening everyone. But what about the old monk? He didn't even look at it. As a Buddhist, he was upright, and the Buddhist Kung Fu he practiced made him not afraid of these demons and monsters. Not only that, the old monk saw that after releasing a bunch of black air, the black shadow did not intend to fight him head-on, but turned around and tried to slip away to the northwest. Obviously, the black shadow's anger was all pretended, and he actually wanted to slip away.

The old monk saw this and shook his head helplessly, dealing with the black energy in a leisurely manner. He swung the Buddhist beads in his hand, and they turned into eighteen large, shiny bodhi seeds, shining with golden light, which was very dazzling. At the old monk's command, the bodhi seeds lined up in a line and turned into a golden dragon. As soon as the dragon came out, it let out a long roar and stared at the fleeing black shadow. Then, the dragon rushed straight towards the black shadow.

The black shadow ran a long way and heard the dragon roar behind him. He was startled and tried to use magic to speed up his escape. But before he could do anything, a golden light flashed and the dragon arrived, opening its mouth to bite him. The black shadow didn't dare to confront it head-on. If he was bitten, it would be terrible. He swung the black bead in his hand, eliminating all the black energy, and then it returned to the old monk's hand.

When the shadow saw that the black air was gone, he took out a knife from his arms and prepared to attack. He muttered something and moved his hands quickly, creating a cloud of black mist. The old monk was not panicked. He put his hands together, muttered something, and a golden light appeared on his body, forming a golden shield. The black air hit the shield and had no way to stop it.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, the black shadow took out a knife and prepared to fight head-on. He sprayed a stream of black fire, added to the knife, and then rushed forward and chopped at the old monk's shield. With a sound, the black shadow's knife was blocked by the shield, but it also left a gap in the shield. The black shadow took the opportunity to stab, but the old monk was not in a hurry. A puff of black smoke came out and the black shadow was bounced away.

"Old monk, you must die!" the shadow shouted, but he was not going to the old monk, but wanted to escape back to the original direction. He concentrated all his strength on the knife, trying to break through all obstacles and escape.

"Oh my!" At first, the old monk got angry when he saw the black shadow. He attacked without thinking, thinking that the black shadow would come at him with murderous intent like before. He was ready to meet it, but who knew that the black shadow just wanted to escape and didn't seem to want to confront the old monk head-on.

"Donor, you still have a chance to survive. Why don't you listen to my advice and let go of your obsession? I will help you escape from this sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible." The old monk stood in the golden light, looking at the evil spirits running around, and couldn't help but give another piece of advice. But the black shadow seemed particularly irritable at this time, just wanting to end the battle quickly, and completely ignored the old monk's kind words of advice. Instead, he waved his arms again, and dozens of evil skeletons appeared in an instant.

The old monk felt a foul smell coming towards him, and dared not delay. He quickly shook the Buddhist beads, put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, and turned them into diamond fingers. The fingertips were wrapped in a layer of golden light, and he pointed at the palm of the black shadow. With a wave of his left hand, the surrounding thick fog was sucked in. His right hand stretched out like a claw, and grabbed the old monk's face at lightning speed, and arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye.

With this move, the old monk was the first to strike, and it was so fierce and brutal that the black shadow was unable to defend himself. With a piercing scream, his evil spirit was broken and his palm was poked. The black shadow groaned in pain and took a few steps back, landing a few feet away from the old monk, and lowered his head to check his injuries.

Not long after, the black shadow looked unwilling and wanted to attack again. He drew a semicircle with his hands on both sides of his body, then put them together in front of his chest, made a seal, and shouted "rise". The surrounding thick fog seemed to be activated and began to surge restlessly. Soon, the area several feet around the black shadow was covered by thick fog. Then a gust of cold wind blew, and the black shadow put his hands together and muttered something. The next second, the Buddhist beads floating in the air turned into eighteen huge Vajra Bodhi beads, each of which was crystal clear and dazzling. They instantly emitted a dazzling light, then turned around and split into three paths, flying towards the black shadow.

Seeing the old monk's attack, the black shadow did not dare to be careless. The surrounding black fog shook, and a piece of fog formed a shield to block the six Vajra Bodhi flying in the middle. With a bang, the two forces collided, and the six Vajra Bodhi were temporarily blocked. The black shadow took the opportunity to dodge the attacks of the other two Vajra Bodhis, then turned over and continued to attack the left side of the old monk. At the same time, a silver-gray sharp blade stretched out from the thick fog, with a black light on the tip, and went straight to the old monk's soft spot.