high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 279 Come on, beautiful big brother!

Bolong.

It is recorded in the "Xiaojing Guangchao Dian" that it is a strange species that lives in the oriental pure glass world and was created by Dianguang Tathagata.

Bolong is formless, colourless, rootless and sourceless, but he can create thousands of phenomena with the strength of his mind alone.

"Bolong Tibetan Consciousness" is an ancient method before the Jedi Tiantong. The purpose of the whole article is only [-] words: "All appearances are false, and apart from myself, they are heretics."

This is a way to imitate the changes of Bolong with a single effort of heart, thus creating thousands of auras.

Those who have achieved success in practicing "Bolong Tibetan Consciousness" have minds that are unbelievably large!

They believe that fire is water, and fire turns into water. They believe that wind is thunder, and wind turns into thunder. They want the invisible qi to become hard, so that qi has substance. Chaos.

The world is all illusory, only the body is the only reality.

In their minds, the world is idealistic and can be fabricated and changed at will by their own minds.

Bai Shu's attack penetrated Randi's body, but he couldn't bring him the slightest damage, because he believed that all kinds of supernatural powers were illusory, and they were all a breeze.

Just like the imagination in a dream, it cannot harm the body in this world.

But "Bolong Tibetan Consciousness" has a limit after all. Although it reduces the pure light of Baishu's body protection, it cannot completely eliminate the pure light and knock Baishu down to the mortal body.

But even so, it should not be underestimated.

"Although I have a rough grasp of "Bolong Tibetan Consciousness", in terms of attainments, it is far less profound than that of the monk Wuxian."

Facing the mighty scene of Baishu's five fingers knotted into a mountain, Ran Di also pinched his five fingers into a mountain of suppressing magic, facing upwards, and said:

"Junior brother, do you want to continue fighting?"

"nature!"

The two giant monster-suppressing mountains collided blatantly, and countless Arhats, Jiedi, Jialan, etc., uttered angrily in unison, breaking the Baili Tianyu, and the light was endless!

The Zen sounds collided with each other, which was enough to reverse the will of a person and change the primordial spirit. In the raging sound waves, the two figures fought together again.

Zhenmoshan, Yuanciyin, Yushu Shenlei vs. Xuantian Zhengang, Celestial Human Body, Tuojia Phase, 72 changes in common phenomena, and 49 ways to kill snakes and dragons.

However, the body turns into a golden thread, and Atractylodes transforms into pure light.

In the picture scroll world, there are countless rays of light interlacing and colliding with each other. Every breath, every moment, is hundreds of times of fists and palms, shaking the body hard.

The landforms completely disappeared, and one mountain after another was blasted into powder one after another. The roaring atmosphere rolled, like hundreds of thousands of cloud dragons rolling in anger, stretching their huge bodies.

Flame, thunder, electric light... The power enough to tear everything leaked out of the picture scroll, making a terrifying loud noise. In the chaos, the world of the picture scroll was on the verge of collapse!

"An entry-level celestial human body is still inferior to the Dacheng Tuojiaxiang. It is enough to be proud of being able to stand deadlocked for so long."

outside world.

With golden eyes, the demon-like monk sighed and said to Ran Zhong on the lectern with a smile:

"Physically, Baishu can't compare to Zhendi. If you want to win, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

This movement not only shocked the disciples, but also the elders who were potential cultivators.

A first-class diamond phase.

Congenitally flawless.

The shocking duel between the two shocked all the monks in the temple.

A series of old or grand gazes cast from all over the void, staring at the picture scroll world that was on the verge of shattering.

The pupils of the pupils are golden, and the monk who has practiced Shura's eyes is named Ranshu. He also practiced the idea of ​​Pozhiguan, and practiced a lightning pupil technique.

In the picture scroll, although the pure light collides with the golden light of Randi, they fight back and forth, making it difficult to disassemble.

But in the field of vision of Ranshu Shura's eyes, Bai Shu's physical body has gradually weakened, and he is pulling away from him, trying to win with a flying sword.

"maybe."

With long and narrow eyes, the handsome fox-like monk suddenly smiled, and stretched out a big hand to cover the painting that was on the verge of breaking.

Layers of black and yellow air poured down like a river of water, rolling down from Ranjue's big hand, flowing into the broken picture scroll world.

Immediately.

Vientiane flourishes!

The ground fire was extinguished by the wind from nowhere, the broken mountains reunited, and the trees that were smashed into charcoal ash grew tall and straight. In the sky, the huge black holes shot out by the spear of Luojia also gradually disappeared. no trace.

With one hand, he can save the sky!

All the monks looked at this scene in amazement, even Ran Zhong, who was wearing the crown of seven treasures, was a little inconceivable.

He is the master of the picture scroll, so what he feels is more intuitive.

The mountains and rivers were reshaped and strengthened, and became more than several times harder, and the life essence diffused, filling the entire picture scroll world.

If the previous picture scroll world is a pottery pot, it is beautiful but fragile.

That now.

It's an out-and-out tin can!

"Mysterious yellow gas?"

Ran Shu opened Shura's eyes and called out:

"Brother, when did you know how to do this?"

Xuanhuang is the color of the sky, and yellow is the color of the earth. If it is black and yellow, it is also the mixed colors of the sky and the earth. The sky is mysterious and the earth is yellow.

There is no record of this trick of mysterious and yellow energy in the Sutra Pavilion.

"A few days ago, I double-cultivated with Mrs. Teng Snake of Zhenwu Mountain, and used the "Cai Zhan Jing" created by my predecessors."

Seeing that Ranshu asked such a question, the monk with narrow eyes was also calm, and replied lazily:

"It just so happens that Madam Soaring Snake's Xiaoxuanhuang Jue was copied from the battle scriptures."

"senior?"

"Here." Ranjue raised his hand, pointed to the picture scroll, squeezed the big sun seal, and the white art of infinite sunlight burst out all over his body:

""Cai Zhan Jing" was created by this senior."

"You haven't practiced Shuangxiu Dao, so you don't know the real beauty of your predecessors. The Shuangxi Dao was prosperous in ancient times, but it was weak in the Middle Ages. Then it was revived and regained its glory in the hands of Senior Wuming."

Ranjue smacked his lips, his face full of emotion:

"It's a pity, Senior Wuming passed away too early, and the first, middle and second chapters of "Cai Zhan Jing" lack the most critical second chapter. If it weren't for this, maybe your senior brother and I would really be able to rely on the way of joy and become five What about the invincible!"

"..."

"so."

Ranjue looked at the picture scroll and smiled meaningfully:

"I don't think seniors will lose."

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now.

Bodhi Court.

The abbot with dark golden complexion closed his eyes and meditated on the futon, with a solemn appearance.

Behind the futon, there is a little girl with bright eyes, like a snow dumpling, with her hands behind her back, imitating an adult, taking a step to the left and a step to the right, nodding her head in a serious manner.

"Abbot, will my brother Randi lose?"

After pacing for a while, seeing that the old monk on the futon was still not moving, the little girl let out a loud cry, and threw herself at the old monk fiercely in the posture of a hungry tiger pouncing on its food.

"Hard to say."

As soon as the little girl's legs left the ground, she was suspended in the air, as if being held by an invisible hand.

The old monk raised his eyes, he looked at the little girl who was full of aggrieved face, baring her teeth and claws, and smiled:

"Between him and Bai Shu, let's split it halfway."

"Oh……"

The little girl responded in frustration, and muttered in her heart:

"Come on, pretty big brother in white!"

(End of this chapter)