Xianbang

The Buddha's handprint was shot out with a bang, like a divine thunder galloping past, blasting to a place hundreds of millions of miles away.

On the eastern sky, illuminated by the golden Buddha's light, the sound of the flute changed in vain, and the sound wave turned into a sharp claw and collided with the Buddha's handprint.

"boom!"

The Buddha's handprint and the sound claw shattered at the same time!

The mysterious flute player still didn't show a trace, he was hidden in a palace suspended above the sky, and he moved out again in just a moment, disappearing without a trace.

Not long after, the sound of the flute sounded again in the western sky, still hundreds of millions of miles away.

This time the sound of the flute became chilling, and after reaching the madman's ears, scarlet blood shot out from the madman's eyes, like a battle demon, holding a big bell, and smashed his head at Guo Yi.

At this time, the madman was condescending, and it was too late for Guo Yi to dodge, so he could only bite the bullet and take the blow of the ancient forbidden weapon with his flesh and blood.

"The vajra is not bad, it does not move the body of the Buddha."

Guo Yi panned in the void, clasped his hands together, his body glowed with golden light, and countless Buddha patterns wandered on his skin, like an old monk sitting in meditation.

This is the unique skill of the Buddha Palace of Ultimate Bliss in Xihuang. Only the palace masters of each generation can practice it. It is the supreme defense technique in the seventh volume of the "Buddhist Sutra".

"Den!"

The giant bell hit Guo Yi's head, shaking away the endless Buddha's light, knocking Guo Yi into the bottom of the surging blood river, and his body disappeared without a trace.

The river surface quickly returned to calm, only the hundreds of millions of blood corpses were floating on the water surface, and countless blood energy was transpiring upwards. These blood corpses were the bodies of those monks in Fengshuang Ancient City. Refined into bones.

But Guo Yi never got up from the bottom of the river again, and seemed to have become one of those blood corpses.

Could it be that Guo Yi was shocked to death at the bottom of the river by the Buddhist bell?

"Will Guo Yi die just like this?" Some monks couldn't believe their eyes. After all, Guo Yi's reputation in the Northern Wilderness is too great now. A generation of kings.

"It should be dead. The power of the Buddhist bell is no less than that of an emperor's weapon. Even a saint would not dare to fight it with flesh and blood. Guo Yi should be dead and there is no scum left. I just don't know if "Emperor Secret" Also sank to the bottom of the river?"

"When Guo Yin is a scourge and dies, I don't know how many peerless beauties will be sad. It is rumored that this Yin thief will harm one wherever he goes, and many stunning and beautiful women have fallen in love with him. The world is rumored, Guo The traitor's cultivation may not be the strongest in the world, but his wife is the strongest in the world."

"There's nothing like that. Now that he's dead at the bottom of the river of blood, there's no such person in the world anymore."

Those monks of the older generation were talking about it, some clapped their hands, some regretted it, and some were worried about "Emperor's Secret" and wanted to sneak into the bottom of the blood river, find Guo Yi's body, and release "Emperor's Secret". "Emperor's Secret" was taken away.

"Ow!"

The madman screamed at the bright moon above the sky, and the huge Buddha clock flew out of his hand, suspended in the sky above the blood river, with the mouth of the bell facing down, and frantically devoured the blood energy in the blood river .

Countless blood corpses rushed up and poured into the giant clock, oscillating endless blood flowers.Thousands of resentful souls were sucked into the surroundings of the giant clock, crying continuously, like a ghostly Yin army.

The giant clock is suspended under the bright moon!

The ghosts covered the sky and the sun, and the blood fountain surged in the giant clock, and the bloody aura was so thick that it was suffocating.

A terrifying aura is slowly rising, it feels like the end is coming.

"What's the matter? This madman slaughtered all the monks in Fengshuang Ancient City, is it because of tonight's ulterior secret?" An old man's face turned pale, and his forehead rolled down unconsciously. cold sweat.

A well-informed old man exclaimed: "I know, I know, this is a taboo secret technique in Buddhism 'Buddha's heart planting demons', if I'm not wrong, this madman wants to use The blood and soul of hundreds of millions of monks cultivated a kind of supreme body, and with this body broke through the hurdles of the semi-holy realm. This madman is so terrifying now, if he breaks through to the semi-holy realm , I am afraid that even a sage may not be able to make it."

"That's right, it's the Buddha's Heart Demon. In its current state, it's impossible for it to be so rational. Could it be that the flute player is using him to refine it into a tool for slaughtering people? If so, then the flute People's conspiracies are probably more than this, and there are even more obscure and unspeakable mysteries."

The jade beauty's white clothes are fluttering, with black hair hanging down, like a white jade fairy standing on a broken city wall, looking at the turbulent blood river, her eyes are blurred, covered with a layer of mist, she can't believe what she sees everything.

Her eyes kept looking at the river, her heart ached, and she murmured: "Could it be...could it be...he really lost his life here?"

"Life is too bad. This deity wants him to die, and I want to go crazy, but this bastard has never really passed the hurdle." Qingniu lay on the top of the wall, lying under Yumeiren's heels, with a pair of fists The big bull eyes secretly stared at the giant clock under the moon, with greed in their eyes.

It has developed a strong interest in the falling god clock.

The dead cow had run back at some point, and the dragon rope on the cow's nose had come off again, only the bell around the neck was still clanging.

"Is this really a demon in the Buddha's heart?" Qingniu looked at the Buddha clock, dripping saliva continuously from his mouth, almost soaking Yumeiren's shoes.

Yu Meiren nodded slightly, and said: "Buddha mind planting demons is rumored to be the most mysterious and unpredictable forbidden technique in the sixth volume of "Buddhist Sutra". It is the core point of the sixth volume of Buddhist Sutra. There are countless heroes in Buddhism, but there are only those two or three people who can practice this secret technique. Although they have obtained supreme power, the final outcome is extremely tragic."

Yumei is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, there are few things that she doesn't know about the Seven Desolation Worlds, and she knows a thing or two about many secret rumors.

"Why is this?" Qingniu was surprised!

After completing the forbidden law, he should become the overlord of the world, but why did he end up in a tragic end?

Yumei said humanely: "The Buddha's heart planted demons, and the cultivated demons are actually wedding dresses made for others. The day of the mahayana of the demons is the time to harvest the seeds. People who practice this secret method are just It’s just a tool for cultivation.”

Anyone who knows the secret method of "Buddha Heart Planting Demons" already knows that the person who is really operating all this behind the scenes must be the flute player.

The flute player wanted the madman to cultivate the "devil seed" for him.

"Who is using it?" Yu Meiren's eyes were cold, and she looked towards the direction of the sound of the flute above the western sky.

"Boom!" A beam of sword light flashed across the western sky like lightning, splitting a crack in the void.

This is Zangtian's tenth sword "Sword Dao Yixin". Guo Yi sneaked out of the sea of ​​blood to the west hundreds of millions of miles away, and he wanted to kill that flute player. forced out.

The sound of the flute stopped.

From the palace suspended above the sky, a slender jade hand stretched out, and with a gentle pinch of two fingers, it crushed the extremely powerful Zantian Tenth Sword.

This is a woman, and a noble woman at that.

Because Guo Yi saw a golden silk border on her wrist, this is something that only the imperial palaces of the Northern Wilderness Dynasty have.

Could this woman be from the imperial palace?

Guo Yi was slightly startled, even the tenth sword of Zangtian was easily crushed, this woman's cultivation is too terrifying!

"Holy demon battle flag, banned."

Guo Yi knew that only by completely suppressing the flute girl would be the root cause of all disasters, so he sacrificed the holy weapon and wanted to ban her with the holy weapon.

That perfect jade hand stretched out again, and with just a light grip, the holy light on the holy demon battle flag was crushed, and even the flagpole fell into her hands.

"What kind of power is this? Could it be that she is a saint?" Guo Yi felt an irresistible feeling, even if he was as powerful as Madman, he didn't feel this way.

"Based on your semi-holy cultivation, you still can't use the true power of the holy weapon. Let me teach you how to use the holy weapon." The woman in the palace spoke for the first time, her voice was as beautiful as heavenly music.

The Holy Demon Battle Banner is in her hands, and its power is a thousand times stronger. As soon as the holy light on it surged out, a wave of holy power blasted a bloody hole the size of a human head in Guo Yi's chest, and his body almost Broken into two pieces.

Run away!

At this moment, Guo Yi only had one belief in his mind, that this woman's cultivation must be no different from that of a saint, even if Guo Yi's cultivation was a thousand or ten thousand times stronger, she would not be her opponent.

The majesty of a saint cannot be offended, and if he does not reach the realm of a saint, he is definitely not an opponent of a saint.

In just one breath, Guo Yi's dao body was destroyed eighteen times, and even his dao soul began to shatter, as if he was about to be obliterated by this saint here.

Guo Yi's cultivation level is enough to be king in the world of cultivating immortals, but he still has no chance to escape when he meets a saint.

"Who is this woman, how can she be so perverted? If this continues, Guo Yin will really have a grudge against her tonight." Qingniu trembled in fright.

Yumei looked at the distant palace, pinched her fingers quickly, and suddenly a trace of blood burst in her fingers. If she hadn't been the body of Emperor Jade, her fingers might have been broken.

Even so, she calculated the result. , she looked at the palace in shock, and said in disbelief: "What happened to her?"

"Who?" Qing Niu asked.

"Emperor Beihuang's favorite concubine, Concubine Yagui. She is also the biological mother of the Thirteenth Prince." Yu Meiren's heart could not be calm for a long time.

Concubine Yagui is the mother of the thirteen princes, and she is also a stunning woman. After the Great Northern Wilderness retreated, she was in charge of the entire Northern Wilderness Dynasty.The power in his hands is the most in the Northern Wilderness, and his cultivation has reached the realm of a saint.

She has not left the imperial palace for a long time.