I Am Calabash Fairy

When he reached the top of Mochizuki Cliff, Hong Ming finally saw the top buddhas, demons and demon races in the middle of the Western Regions Buddha Kingdom.

Buddhism is the three Buddhas.

The three of them were young, full of Buddha's light, lying alone with golden light on their bodies, one sitting with folded hands, and the other with a smile on his face.

Hong Ming had read Buddhist classics, and he had some clues from the manners of these three people.

Among the three Buddhas, one cultivated the Sleeping Arhat, which is an extremely rare type of Arhat golden body in the Buddhist sect. It is impossible for ordinary people to cultivate, but the other two are more common.

Hong Ming couldn't tell.

But just as Hong Ming came up, a Venerable Yuanying came to say hello.

"Shizhu Hong, I didn't expect you to come to Wangyueya."

This Yuan Ying Venerable Hong Ming felt a little familiar, he should have seen it in Xiao Leiyin Temple.

"Friends of Daoist are polite. If you want to go around in the Western Regions, this grand event of Mochizuki Cliff is of course not to be missed. I have been looking forward to the grand scene of Mochizuki for a long time." Hong Ming said with a smile and said with a few greetings.

This Venerable Yuan Ying is called Shou Kong, and he cultivates with supernatural powers. Although there is still some distance away from the magical powers, but the escape technique is so good that he came here.

When Hong Ming chatted with this person, the few people in the magic door became even more unhappy.

The magic gate and the Buddhist school are innately opposed.

I don't know how many years of fighting here.

Hong Ming and the Buddha of Xiaoleiyin Temple had a good friendship, and killed the people of the Demon Sect. The Demon Sect was naturally hostile. But this hostile Hong Ming didn't care, he didn't condense his supernatural powers, just a bunch of ants.

It's just that although there are no demon gates and Buddhist sects in the vicinity, Hong Ming can vaguely feel a tyrannical energy in the void.

"This thing is troublesome."

Hong Ming thought in his heart.

After the greeting, Hong Ming found a position on the side, avoiding the Buddha Sect and the Demon Gate, and perceiving the world by himself.

However, Hong Ming's participation did not cause much disturbance.

There are many monks here, and a powerful Golden Core monk joins, it is only a little bit of wind and waves, and the focus is on the battle between Mo Xiu and Buddha.

Hong Ming sat here for more than a day without gaining anything.

But at this moment, one person stood up among the demons.

The black aura on this person was surrounded, and there was a filthy, stench in the aura, which made people couldn't help but retreat, even in the magic door, there was no one else around this person.

This person stepped into the sky, looking at the three Buddhas.

"It has long been heard that Xiaoleiyin Temple's Buddha and Buddhist skills are unique. It is only one step away from condensing supernatural powers. Can you come out for a fight?"

The man said loudly, his voice spreading all around.

In an instant, the crowd around was quiet.

With a smile on Hong Ming's face, he looked at the monk who suddenly appeared. The monk was carrying a corpse energy. This corpse energy was rich and gathered into evil, which was a kind of evil spirit from heaven and earth, extremely difficult to entangle.

"Monster Corpse Dao? It's really rare. This kind of technique has long disappeared in the land of the south."

Hong Ming watched with interest.

In the distance, every cultivator saw this magic repair appear, and they all started discussing.

Monk Shoukong even said:

"This Shi Xingya cultivates the way of corpse refining, and uses secret techniques to blend corpse refining with himself. The strength of his body is extremely powerful. It is not comparable to ordinary people. The three juniors must be more careful."

Monk Shoukong has a higher seniority than Buddha.

But the Buddha has a special status, so he is the same generation as Shoukong.

When the sleeping Buddhist disciple heard this, he opened his eyes: "Brothers, do you want me to meet this person for a while?"

"Senior Brother Zhenyan still don't take action. The Dreaming Arhat you cultivate is a technique for comprehension of the Great Dao. You pay attention to accumulation and development. Now the practice time is not long. If you are not a last resort, don't take action."

Said the Buddha with a smile on his face.

The other Buddha has put his hands together:

"Amitabha Buddha, the strength of Shixingya is not weak, so let me do this battle."

With that, the Buddha's light on his body was shining, and he flew into the sky.

Monk Shoukong nodded:

"Senior Brother Zhenjing has practiced tens of thousands of palms. Although this supernatural power ranks low among many supernatural powers, it is not far from condensing supernatural powers. It is extremely powerful and will surely win."

Really strict, the two Buddhas of Zhenfa nodded.

Zhenjing stepped into the high altitude without saying a word, and the stone walking cliff came up.

Zhenjing waved her hand, and instantly the golden light in the sky shone, and tens of thousands of palms were killed towards Shixing Cliff. Each of those thousands of palms is fake, but the power is exactly the same as the real one.

Supernatural powers, thousands of palms.

"The techniques of Buddhism are really peculiar."

A giant eagle among the monster clan said loudly. The eagle's cyan feathers looked unusually handsome, and the prestige on his body was even more amazing, not weaker than that of the Yuanying monk, and the pressure on his body was even stronger. some.

There were more than a dozen monsters next to him, who nodded.

"Buddhism can occupy 60% of the land in the Western Regions. Naturally, there are some means. This Buddha itself is not very strong. The physical body is a little worse than mine. But when this spell is used, even me You have to deal with it carefully."

A woman in a red robe spoke.

The woman was wearing a phoenix crown on her head, and there were still feathers on her arms. It was obvious that this was a monster in form.

The transformation of monsters and beasts usually reaches the Yuan Ying stage.

However, during the Golden Core Stage, some monster races have strange talents and can also be transformed, while some monsters with unique bloodlines, even if they become immortals, are difficult to transform. The gap is very large.

The other monsters nodded upon hearing this.

Sitting in the distance, Hong Ming was slightly surprised when he heard the Yaozu's words, but immediately, Hong Ming turned his gaze to the battle in the air.

To be honest, the battle between these two men was pretty good.

Although in Hong Ming's eyes, it is completely meaningless.

Those tens of thousands of palms can be cultivated.

This supernatural power, one palm turned into three thousand palms, is amazingly powerful, but this palm method itself is a spell, and requires physical training, both of which are effective. For most cultivators, the gain is not worth the loss. That's why Buddhism's exercises have this characteristic, which makes them suitable for cultivation.

Moreover, even if the cultivation is successful, it is not practical.

If you can't beat your opponent in one palm~www.wuxiaspot.com~, if you have another three thousand palms, you will probably not be your opponent.

In this way, some people are tempestuous, fighting fiercely, and truly defeating the enemy, a little worse.

On the other hand, the technique of refining the corpse on the other side is quite good.

The body is integrated into the corpse refining, even if it is attacked by thousands of palms for a long time, there is no change. The injury is mostly offset by the refining of the corpse, and for the corpse refining, the effect of ten million palms is not great. Up.

However, Shixingya did not take advantage of it.

Thousands of palms fell, and there were palm phantoms all around. As soon as Zhenjing shot, there was no idea to stop, one after another, palm phantoms appeared, and they continued to blast up, and Shi Xingya was almost crushed and beaten.

After beating for half an hour, Shi Xingya was far away.

"Amitabha."

Zhenjing folded his hands together and fell.

Shi Xingya's face was black and he didn't chase. The first battle was over.