high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 231 Supernatural Powers - Three Heads and Six Arms

With a cold face, Shanyuan pointed at Baishu with a halberd.

And hundreds of thousands of feet away, Bai Shu also raised his finger, his golden pupils dimmed slightly, and his flame was weak.

"wind!"

"wind!"

The two spoke at the same time.

On the huge snow field, there was a sudden shock, and the goose feathers froze in mid-air, and were immediately rolled up high by an inexplicable force.

The levers of the world are slightly pried, and the power of the great thousand is forced into the world by words.

There is a wind!

The yin dragon roared furiously, and at the same time, it appeared brazenly. Two thousand-meter-high tornadoes swept across Vientiane, and the endless dark and turbid air swept across several miles at the moment the tornado appeared.

The shock and impact of the booming sound put the huge snowfield in the midst of turbulent waves.

Bai Shu and Monk Shanyuan are in the eye of the wind, the wind flickers and flickers, circling endlessly, smashing everything.

The two reached out and pushed at the same time, and in the blink of an eye, the two tornadoes collided brazenly!

The dark light is like waves and like awns, and the sound moves thousands of mountains. The mountains are forcibly torn apart by a huge force, and they are as fragile as paper, so terrifying that it is unimaginable.

Xuan Kong, who had escaped into the ground early to avoid disaster, felt palpitated and couldn't help panicking.

The loud sound coming from the ground is like the sound of two gods hitting each other, and the sound of shattering everything.

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and fled a little further underground.

And in another underground place, Zhang Poyu, who was also hiding in the ground, was also shocked.

"Curse..."

He took a deep breath, his face in the mud revealing the color of intoxication.

this kind of thing...

This kind of thing...he wants it too!

now.

The broken wind is still hovering low, looking up, the mountains and tall trees can no longer be seen, and the turbidity of the wind has produced new ice edges, which are criss-crossed like dense canine teeth.

In the chaos, the corners of Monk Shanyuan's mouth moved, he coughed lowly, and his face was a little pale.

curse...

When Emperor Xuanwen killed the Suzaku, the Daku Xuanzong and Leiyin Temple at that time were awarded this supernatural power by the sage because of their meritorious service in guarding.

The heaven and the earth are the lips and teeth, and all phenomena are the tongue. Every word and every word can move the world!

Even in Northern Zen, there is no one in a million who is qualified to practice mantras.

And those who have achieved success in practice are even rarer.

Monk Shanyuan boasted that he was very talented, and he also gained a lot from the practice of mantras.

But he didn't expect that he would meet his opponent today!

"print!"

Monk Shanyuan drank in a low voice.

In the void, a large lotus seal composed of countless divine patterns suddenly appeared, as towering as a mountain, mighty and mighty, pressing down on Baishu Gai.

Suddenly, a heavenly wheel jumped up, cutting the lotus seal flatly and dividing it into two halves.

The two looked at each other, sneered at each other, and spoke again to fight fast!

"Soldiers!"

"beast!"

Thousands of Sun Spears were densely packed like rain, blatantly smashing the wagging Pixiu into a sieve.

The swans and swans fluttered their wings and cracked the clouds, but they were taken in by a big bright yellow Luotian umbrella, and there was no more sound.

Vajra and Rakshasa danced their bodies, their volumes almost filling the sky, and the moment the subordinating pestle and the white bone sword collided, the void was illuminated by great light.

A sinister wind tornado rose again, but was scattered by the golden arm born from the mist.

Dutian Shenlei blasted Liuding Shenhuo.

The fairy sword strikes the Buddhist staff horizontally.

The ocean-like lake of blood poured down like a turbulent river breaking through the boundary wall, falling into the human world, and blatantly rolled towards Monk Shanyuan, but he summoned a third-grade golden lotus with words, covering his whole body.

The lake of blood surged all over the sky, flooding the earth, and the screams and screams of innocent souls resounded miserably.

Shan Yuan in the third-grade golden lotus has a dignified complexion, his whole body is illuminated by the pure Zen light, and a circle of bright Buddha light seems to be born behind his head, which is transparent and flawless.

At this moment, under the gaze of Monk Shanyuan, Bai Shu was walking with blood on his face, with a relaxed expression.

"How do you feel about yourself..."

Looking at the Shanyuan monk in the third-grade golden lotus, and then looking at the blood lake under his feet that was summoned by his words, Bai Shu couldn't help laughing:

"I feel like a member of the Demon Cult."

Without answering, Monk Shanyuan stepped out of the golden lotus with one step, and his joints exploded.

Three heads and six arms!

This is an ancient supernatural power of Leiyin Temple, and it is the Buddha's Dharma image passed down from generation to generation!

In the blink of an eye, Monk Shanyuan's figure was as tall as a mountain. He smashed the blood lake with one foot, blasted through the endless blood evil spirit, and slashed towards Baishu.

"thunder!"

"fire!"

"Wood!"

The three heads of Monk Shanyuan roared loudly, and the sky was full of fire and thunder like a net, chopping down violently, and Yimu burst out of the ground, greedily entangled Baishu's body, trying to suck his true energy and blood dry.

"Disperse!"

The face of Atractylodes macrocephala does not change color, just drink it out.

Whether it was the sky filled with fire and thunder or the turbulent Otoki, they all dissipated in an instant.

"Spelling a mantra is done with the strength of the heart, not with the brain." Bai Shu shook his head.

Monk Shanyuan holds a big wheel, a jade mountain, a vase, a Zen staff, a Buddha knife and a peacock feather in six arms, his body dances like a mountain, and the six swords and magic weapons all bloom with immeasurable light, and they hit Baishu.

Shanyuan's body is as tall as a mountain, like an ancient arhat before the Jedi Tiantong, who is subduing demons. Compared with him, Baishu's body is only the size of an ant, not as big as a monk Shanyuan's fingernails.

But he raised his fist calmly, and punched the big wheel that fell first.

Boom... boom... bang bang! ! !

Amidst the turbulence of the air current, the two of them took a step back, and Monk Shanyuan's mountain-like image was shaken by a punch!

"Only the golden body of King Longshi Ming can't touch my dharma image!"

Monk Shanyuan's voice came from above the clouds, resounding through the earth, Bai Shu raised his head, and saw that he was showing confusion on three sides.

"How can an uninitiated Bianjingtian human body be able to achieve such a level?"

"you guess."

Bai Shu smiled slightly, flicked his ten fingers repeatedly, and shot out a series of Yushu divine thunders, striking at Monk Shanyuan.

Shanyuan's six arms swept across, and there was a mighty force that trembled in the void. The peacock feathers and the big wheel supported layers of jade hub thunders, and the remaining four arms struck out, but they were intercepted by the sky-reaching sword energy released by Baishu.

The magic light surged wildly, and even the mother of fire and the torch dragon avoided it far away, so as not to be affected.

Bai Shu slapped out with one palm, directing the strength of Yushan into the ground, and relieved the heavy and unparalleled strength.

The big wheel, the peacock feathers, and the vase were capped down one after another. Fang Fang smashed through the peacock feathers' confinement, and knocked the big wheel that fell on the head, but saw a sudden strong suction force coming from the vase held by Shan Yuan. .

Countless runes were branded all over the vase, shining layer upon layer, and the mouth of the bottle was facing Bai Shu's body, bursting out with brilliance.

It was as deep as a black hole, and it shook Bai Shu slightly, making his footing unstable.

It is precisely to use the treasure bottle to refine Atractylodes, from the flesh to the soul, all are refined into pus.

"Come in for me!"

There was a grim smile on Shan Yuan's face, and he yelled loudly, trying to shake Bai Shu's mind.

"open!"

Suddenly, a picture scroll flew out from Baishu Meixin Niwan Palace, resisting the great suction of the vase, and stabilized his figure.

The picture scroll slowly unfolded in the extreme sky, revealing the scene within.

(End of this chapter)