high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 232

The scriptures and paintings spread out slowly in the extreme sky, and the inexplicable fluctuations fixed the four directions up and down, offsetting the suction of the vase.

"Five kings slaying the dragon picture?"

Monk Shanyuan frowned and let out a low cry. He swung the long and narrow Buddhist saber, blowing the sky wind, and slashed down fiercely, but was bounced away by the light from the scriptures.

White clothes and white crowns, blue clothes and green crowns, gold clothes and gold crowns, black clothes and black crowns, red clothes and red crowns...

As the light shines everywhere, the scriptures and paintings also reveal the scene.

Five blurred figures in different clothes and holding long swords stand in the scriptures. Behind them is a surging river, and the corpses of dragons on the river are sinking and floating with the waves.

Long before Qian Qi, even the ancient age that Lord Qingli had not yet been born.

At that time, the Lord of Tongjiang was also a flood dragon.

In that ancient era, there was no Xuan Wenjun to separate the monsters from the monsters, and the stories of monsters messing up the earth have long been the norm in the world.

After Jiaolong established the kingdom of monsters in the water, he extended his minions to the land of the world.

At that time, he was still ignorant, with no language, no writing, no etiquette, no system.

The leaders of the five major tribes on both sides of the Tongjiang River were increasingly persecuted by Jiaolong's ferocious power until they could not retreat and were forced to unite together.

Afterwards, the five kings worked together to kill Jiao Yu in Tongjiang.

The ominous power of the monster clan in the water was forcibly suppressed and suppressed for thousands of years.

And when Lord Qingli became a demon fairy of the six realms, and the power of the flood dragon finally revealed his name again, after the master who escaped from the world, Lord Xuanwen ascended to the upper three realms and rejuvenated humanity.

The name of that monstrous flood dragon is no longer known, it has been lost for a long time, and even the Zhan Jiao's title of five kings has long been lost.

But the story of the five kings beheading Jiao gradually became a ballad, which was spread among the children on both sides of the Tongjiang River.

This sutra painting was a gift from An Junchen, and it was written by Wang Wei, a famous Western Chu master.

The spirit is condensed in the scriptures and paintings, and the murderous intent will move the heaven and the earth. This ink painting has been refined into a magic weapon by Wang Zhi, and it is stimulated by Baishu with real energy, revealing the void.

The blurred faces of the five kings jumped out with their swords in their hands, without saying a word, they went straight to kill the three-headed and six-armed Shan Yuan.

The five-color sword rainbow came in an instant, and it cut through the sky, and went straight to the Niwan Palace of Monk Shanyuan.

And Monk Shanyuan was slightly startled after seeing the picture of the five kings slaying the dragon, and immediately stopped his mind.

He tossed the vase into the air, caged it towards the rainbow light transformed by the five kings, and firmly enclosed it into the mouth of the bottle.

Baoguang and Jianhong radiate everywhere, reflecting the sky brilliantly.

"And a cup of tea..."

Monk Shanyuan stepped on the small heavens to move the forbidden method, his body shape narrowed by a tiny bit, and he narrowly escaped the sword light of Baishu's slashing, silently calculating in his heart.

The current situation is almost settled.

The battle between the torch dragon composed of lanterns from the three houses and Wuwan Douqing is in full swing.

And Jin Shuping's Mother of Fire, incarnate, is also on par with Zhu Ping, the Little True Lord of Shenzong, and even the Mother of Fire slightly overwhelms Zhu Ping.

The majestic third-rank King Kong actually fought back and forth with a mere three-level Yang Talisman.

His best spells were broken one by one, which was really unexpected.

Although Monk Shanyuan felt extremely ashamed, at this moment, under the pressure of Feijian, he was helpless.

In this battle, in terms of victory or defeat, it only depends on Ye Xiang who was taken into the Little Tianyuan Building.

Although the buddha thief used the small Tianyuan building to take Ye Xiang in, but although this kind of small cave magic weapon is good, it has a deadline after all.

One more cup of tea...

As soon as Monk Shanyuan spit out his lips, a lotus flower bloomed and resisted the thunder of Yushu god that was directly hitting the door.

After another cup of tea, Ye Xiang would be able to break open the nerve center, crippling this small magic weapon.

But at that time, no matter which side Ye Xiang rushes to help, the situation at this moment has already been settled.

Today, it is to kill the Buddha thief!

Although monk Shanyuan had thousands of thoughts in his mind, his divine will never let up.

With a slight movement of his body, the huge mountain-like elephant moved by itself, avoiding the sharp slash of Bai Shu's flying sword.

Countless cipher texts surged around him, like a magnificent scroll, spread out under his feet.

Although Bai Shu's flying sword is sharp, it can't cut the real body, but there is nothing he can do about it.

The Prohibition of Moving the Small Heavens——

This is a forbidden method of escape, and it is not much better than Baishu's sword escape.

The two fought fast all the way, the battlefield stretched for tens of miles, and countless mountains were shattered.

"Certainly!"

With the extreme speed of his sword escape, Bai Shu avoided Monk Shanyuan's mountain-like fist shadow in an instant, the air made a violent explosion and the sound of being overwhelmed, faintly visible cracks.

He recited the mantra, which temporarily made Monk Shanyuan slow down.

Immediately, he pinched the Dharma Seal with his hand, and the gorgeous Yushu Shenlei danced between his palms and fingers, forming a simple and simple thunder seal, and slammed down on the big bald head of Monk Shanyuan.

Lightning was overwhelming, and the turbulent explosion exploded, and the sky and the earth were suddenly swept by bright colors.

Monk Shanyuan was knocked down to the extreme sky by a seal, and he fell hard, splashing smoke, dust, earth and rocks tens of feet high.

And when Bai Shu was about to use his sword to cut through his dharma image, Monk Shanyuan's figure was blurred, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Your Leifa is too weak to break my vajra body."

Suddenly there was a low laughter from behind, Yushan was rotated by Monk Shanyuan, and smashed hard on Baishu, who was avoiding it.

boom! ! !

Even if he used real qi to protect him at the last moment, it was still too reluctant. Bai Shu crashed through a high mountain, and there was a clear cracking sound from his spine.

The gravel the size of a human head was thrown high into the air by the huge force, and it was as dense as rain. Bai Zhu barely got up, bleeding from all seven orifices.

The turbulent precious light crushed down, like a sky tower collapsing.

Monk Shanyuan waved his six arms, and the magic weapon in his hand sent out shocking fluctuations, shattering everything.

With the sound of thunder, Bai Shu turned into sword light again, like a vigorous swimming dragon, narrowly dodging the blow.

"You have Jiandun, and I have Xiaozhutian's move-forbidden method. This place is flat."

Monk Shanyuan, who missed a hit, sneered again and again, and his body as tall as a mountain moved suddenly, avoiding Jianhong again.

"But it's a pity, I am a third-grade diamond, with a perfect treasure body, but you are only the Tao body of the Yang Talisman. Unfortunately, you are the one who lost in this place."

Bai Shu took Ye Xiang into Xiaotianyuan building and isolated him temporarily.

Monk Shanyuan, who also owns Daqianniu, is not without such thoughts.

As long as Bai Shu is trapped in the magic weapon of Xiaodongtian, and he helps Zhu Ping and Dou Qing kill the Mother of Fire and Torch Dragon, no matter how powerful Bai Shu is, he will never be able to recover.

It's a pity that this sword escapes too fast, every time Monk Shanyuan makes a move, Bai Shu has already escaped far away.

It even became impossible for him to use Daqianniu to help Zhu Ping and Dou Qing.

Bai Shu, who escaped with the sword, was like a tarsal maggot, tightly entangled Shan Yuan, and couldn't get rid of it.

Bai Shu couldn't face head-to-head with his several life-killing techniques, and it was so slippery.

psychedelic...

Monk Shanyuan waved the big wheel and split dozens of thunder seals of Yushu, he couldn't help sighing.

It would be great if you have magical powers. After learning magical powers, killing people is just a matter of thought.

"Apart from Feijian, your other methods, whether it is Lei Fa or Peacock Light, can only hurt me, not kill me.

And I have Xiao Zhutian's moving forbidden method by my side, and I will never let Feijian come over. "

Monk Shanyuan held out a sapphire bowl to block the waterfall-like sword energy, and said with a smile:

"Junior brother, what about you? As long as it hits you a few more times, even Master Long's body will collapse under the tremendous force of the vajra!"

"not to mention……"

Monk Shanyuan said softly, "Immortal Ye Xiang is almost out of trouble."

"What about Senior Brother?"

Bai Shu's horizontal sword was in front of his chest, blocking the incoming Buddha knife, and his body unconsciously retreated in the void.

"What do you want, brother?"

"As long as you kneel down and beg for mercy, kill those Torch Dragon Guards, and abolish all the magical powers of the Southern Chan School, poor monk..."

Shanyuan's six arms moved together, and the murderous intent rolled to disperse the void. He smiled on three sides, and his tone was deliberately elongated:

"Poor monk, you can make your brother die more happily."

"Vicious."

The acupoints of Baishu moved together, and a big five-color peacock emerged from behind. Five-color lights flowed like streamers on its side, and it flapped its wings, temporarily repelling the huge Dharma image of Monk Shanyuan.

"30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully young people into poverty!"

Bai Zhu vomited blood, and her face was also pale.

The third-rank Vajra of the Northern Zen School is indeed difficult to deal with...

He smiled, and suddenly looked at Monk Shanyuan who had a calm face.

"Thunder method can't break it, and flying sword can't cut it, so what about this move?"

The boy's originally dull golden pupils suddenly became blazing, majestic, indescribably majestic in full bloom in his eyes.

If there is a demon god hiding in his left pupil, Monk Shanyuan's pupil shrinks slightly, and he subconsciously wants to move the void.

It seems that the light under the entire starry sky is shining in his left pupil, and the thunder and lightning, anger, daylight, and fierce anger in the whole universe... like ghosts, demon gods, and fear, are the embodiment of a great shattering.

Blood rolled down from Bai Shu's left pupil, making his expression ferocious like a ghost.

His face was pale, his whole body was depressed, and cracks appeared on his body surface, making Bai Shu look like a fragile ceramic doll.

"The Spear of Roka."

Bai Shu smiled slightly, and spoke softly from the bottom of her heart.

(End of this chapter)