The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Knowing that he was transformed from a Buddha into a demon back then, he dared to risk the disgrace of the world, and paid a huge price to pursue immortality wholeheartedly.Such a person, even if there is only one breath left someday, he will not be willing to pass on the merits to others.

After hearing what he said, Luo Mingchuan knew something was wrong, and he was on guard. At this moment, he drew his sword and slashed straight, while holding Yin Biyue and retreating quickly!

The sword's momentum split the smoke and dust, and a deep gap was cracked in the gray bricks of the Buddhist hall, extending all the way to the altar, watching an inch in front of him.

But the golden light has already enveloped the entire Buddhist hall, and the vast coercion like a sea tide rushes over.

At this time, the weak door panel became like a cast of gold and iron, and the two of them were slammed away, and they had to face the coercion.

The old monk sat on the altar with his eyes closed, his eyebrows slightly frowned, and the golden and red light behind him became more and more glaring.

Yin Biyue finally understood why he was willing to explain so much before, but it was just to buy himself time to recover.

But now, the longer the time, the more unfavorable it will be for them.

The two looked at each other, Luo Mingchuan moved forward with his sword, poured out his true energy, and there was a series of peeling sounds from the edge of the sword, as if the air was being torn apart.

He broke through a passage under the real coercion, and Yin Biyue's Yihu sword was unsheathed sadly, and he continued to move forward in this passage!

A biting chill overflowed from the blade, and a thin layer of hoarfrost formed on the ground.

Where the sword passes, the frost expands rapidly.The sword's edge went straight to the audience!

At the same moment, Luo Mingchuan's gaze also arrived, and it was right on the spot between Guan's eyebrows.

This is the third time the two have teamed up against the enemy.When encountering demon cultivators in the cave at night, the cooperation is still jerky, but in Xingshan Temple, there is already [-]% tacit understanding.

At this time, it is even more perfect, and the sky complements each other, exerting a power far beyond the original realm, which is enough to shock the practice world.

But all this is still not enough to win over a one-time saint.

Even if he has been weakened by time and formation.

When Liao Guan opened his eyes, Yin Biyue's sword edge was stagnant in the air, no matter how hard it was to get closer.His thin lips were slightly pursed, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead.

His gaze fell on Jianfeng, Yin Biyue's face paled rapidly, and he took three steps back before he could stand still.

But a gaze pierced Guan's eyes with severe pain, and he had to close them for a moment.At this moment, Luo Mingchuan flew forward, patted Yin Biyue's back with his left hand, and flew up with his right hand, pressing down with a big Buddhist handprint!

Yin Biyue was sent out of the battle by his senior brother, and watched helplessly as the two faced each other.

The Buddhist hall in the golden light shook violently, the curtains were blown into powder, and the beams and pillars were splashed with sawdust!

Luo Mingchuan's five fingers flew with flesh and blood, like rain and mist spraying thinly, exposing thick bones.

Looking at the withered and shriveled palm, it was slightly retracted by a centimeter.And the altar under him, under the oppression of the berserk true essence, cracked five deep marks.

At this time, Yin Biyue's sword power has been completed, and the bright sword light in the blue sky and white light illuminates the entire Buddhist hall!

"boom--"

The altar shattered into ashes in response, and fell into the dust.

The face is full of filth, and the golden light is covered with dust.

But this time he saw the sword clearly.Pupils shrink.

Yin Biyue never imagined that when he saw Luo Mingchuan was injured just now, he shot out in anger, so powerful.

This sword is strong when it is strong, which gave him too many surprises and doubts.At the flower-folding meeting, they competed with the wind and rain sword.In Xingshan Temple, stab into Jingyun's immeasurable dharmakaya.

And now, he was able to break through the defense of a saint.

Liao Guan stood up slowly, the sound of bones rubbing against each other was clear and ear-piercing.

He was obviously thin and short, but when he stood up, he gave people a terrifying shadow like Mount Tai.

He looked indifferent, but he didn't make a move, because he felt that after so many years, he should say something about this sword.

He thought about it, and found that he had nothing to say.

Even though the owner has changed, this sword is still as hateful as ever.

Then, a pouring anger burned in the chest cavity, like a raging fire.

So what if a million years have passed, even if an uncountable long time passes, as long as you see that sword, how can you not be angry? !How not to hate? !

So he stretched out his palm, and clamped the sword with his index finger and middle finger.

In Yin Biyue's eyes, the old monk's movements were extremely slow, but he couldn't avoid them.I felt that the pressure increased sharply in an instant, and I was in a dilemma, as if a mountain was pressing on the sword.

Then the Yihu Sword vibrated violently, humming like a torrential rain, Yin Biyue was terrified, the opponent wanted to break the sword.

The deadly coldness spread along the sword body to the wrist, and raged all the way to the meridians, reaching the heart and lungs.

Suddenly there was a breeze, and a sword came across!

Yin Biyue turned his head and saw Luo Mingchuan holding the Shen Zhou Sword in his left hand, his eyes calm.However, his right hand was bleeding, and half of his sleeve was stained red with blood.

The sword came very skillfully, it pushed away the Yihu between the old monk's fingers, then turned to cut horizontally, and cut towards Guan's wrist.

Liao Guan's face remained unchanged, he flipped his palms, and he was holding the sharp blade straight.

The edge of Yin Biyue's sword was shaken away, but the coldness of silence was still in his meridians, so he could barely stand still with the support of the sword.

The two were in a stalemate, closing their eyes and holding their breath almost at the same time.

For a moment, the wind and sand in the Buddhist hall were all quiet.

Yin Biyue vaguely guessed that they had entered a certain mysterious realm, similar to the Zen meditation of Buddhist exercises, and was worried that if he acted rashly at this time to break the balance, it would harm his senior brother.I had to wait and see what happened.Forced himself to be calm, but still anxious.

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There is a huge gap between the young geniuses in the practice world and the saints a million years ago.This is destined to be an unprecedented competition, and it will be difficult for newcomers to compete in the future.

It is an unbelievable legend that the Sword Master and Mr. Zhangyuan used the Hinayana realm and the barrier breaking realm to kill a Mahayana expert at their age.

They have been able to compete with Lianguan today, even if someone saw it with their own eyes, they still can't believe it.

But this is not about competing, but about life and death.

Luo Mingchuan opened his eyes, and the surrounding fields were covered with a sea of ​​blood.

The red clouds in the sky were churning, like a raging flame, trying to burn through the blue sky, and the wind and sand were filled with a strong smell of blood.

Broken banners, corpses everywhere, and the rushing river were stained red with blood.All kinds of exercises and supernatural powers are still there, making the mountains and rivers messy and the land scorched black.

He stared blankly at everything, somehow feeling a little familiar.Until a Zen stick broke through the wind.

Luo Mingchuan stepped back on the river and retreated quickly, but when the Zen staff passed by, it broke the river and diverted the water, causing a ten-foot wind and waves, roaring and shaking the sky.

Liao Guan was standing on the opposite high mountain, his eyes seemed to be terrified, and the golden and red cassock fluttered in the air.

His figure is also like a mountain standing upright.

With a thought in Luo Mingchuan's mind, the sinking boat and sword lay across in front of him, like iron chains on a long embankment, blocking the river and waves.

Although Shen Zhou is a famous sword in the world, it is hard to resist the power of a saint's blow. After shaking off the Zen stick, he flew out of his hand and flew to the bottom of the river.

The Zen staff returned to the top of the mountain and was held in hands by Lio Guan.Along the way, huge waves soared into the sky and fell into the river, and the waves were restless for a long time.

Luo Mingchuan had already reached the shore, but his face was pale, and the hem of his clothes was wet by the river water.The color of his pupils changed suddenly, and he saw that the mountain below him was avalanche of earth and rocks, and huge boulders rolled down and collapsed.

This is a battlefield relic after the Dao Demon War.

In this meditation environment, the two compete with each other with their minds and souls, and it is better to understand than to be trapped in the golden light array of Buddha Seal.

He walked down from the high mountain, his figure was as light as a flying bird, but the ground trembled slightly as his footsteps fell.

Although the mountain peak under his feet has collapsed, but when he walks, it is a high mountain.

The coercion is like a mountain.

Luo Mingchuan's meridians exploded inch by inch, blood overflowed from his mouth uncontrollably, soaking through his whole body for a moment, finally unable to hold on, he fell to his knees on the ground.

Liao Guan stood in front of him, looking down at him.Slowly put your hands on top of his head.

In the Buddhist hall, Luo Mingchuan's complexion quickly turned pale, while Liao Guan's skinny body became strangely plump.

Yin Biyue was shocked. Although he couldn't see them fighting, he knew that the situation was very dangerous.Not caring about anything else, the Yihu sword flew towards Guan Xinkou.

Before touching the cassock, it was violently shaken away, and the huge counter-shock force hurt the heart and lungs.

Yin Biyue fell under the altar, feeling severe pain in his chest, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Liao Guan looked indifferent, but there was a faint smile in his eyes.

These two young people have very good bones, and their vitality is enough for him to break through today.

It can be seen that God will not kill him.Then in the future, you will cultivate an immortal body.

At this moment, the Yihu sword on the ground vibrated slightly, the movement was so weak that even Yin Biyue didn't notice it.

In the meditation state, at the foot of Liao Guan, Luo Mingchuan, who was on the verge of death, raised his head.

He should have been extremely weak, but for some reason, his eyes were frighteningly cold.

Liao Guan met those eyes, his face paled in shock, and he wanted to get away and retreat!

But it was already too late, his cultivation base was rapidly drained, and poured into Luo Mingchuan's body frantically along the palm of his hand!

Wild winds suddenly blow up all over the world, landslides and mountains are destroyed, and turbid waves are raging in the sky.

Liao Guan finally withdrew, retreated thousands of miles, and hissed in shock, "Mo Changyuan!—"

Shen Zhou's sword jumped out of the lake, the afterimage was like the wind, faster than his figure, piercing through the heart veins, and nailing him to the ground.

It is also the eighth level of the 'Tianluo Nine Turns', which uses other people's cultivation and life for their own use.

But when the two meet, they can see each other.

The Zen state is broken.

Yin Biyue supported the ground with his sword and barely sat up.

I saw Guan Ji opened his eyes, his eyes were scarlet, his mouth was bleeding profusely, and he looked crazy, "It's ridiculous! I didn't die under Lin Yuan's sword, but who would have died in the hands of the devil—"

"My brother is not a devil!"

The Buddhist hall shook violently, beams, columns and walls began to collapse.

Luo Mingchuan still had his eyes closed tightly, and Yin Biyue held him in his arms.He was breathing steadily, but he couldn't wake up no matter what, and his true energy couldn't penetrate into his body.

Blood gushed out of the old monk's mouth. He looked at the two of them, breathless, and said maliciously, "You don't want him to be possessed, but he can't turn back..."

The entire golden light tower was damaged in bursts, the ground of Xingshan Temple was cracked, and people running around in the temple were in a panic.

Yin Biyue's true energy was exhausted and he was seriously injured. Even though he knew that this place was about to collapse and the situation was too dangerous to estimate, he still couldn't move the unconscious Luo Mingchuan.

Amidst the earth-shattering shock and the smoke and dust, he protected Luo Mingchuan and fell to the corner of the Buddhist hall. For a moment, he thought he had really reached a dead end.

But the next moment, a bright sword light split the smoke and dust.

The hustle and bustle is quiet.

A clear and clear boy's voice sounded, "Let's go."