A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 207 A Thousand Lives Are Immortal Buddha!Clothes fly like butterflies
call--

The Buddha's shadow falls straight down like a weight.

In fact, it was just a light and shadow, but it seemed to have a shape and quality.The subduing demon pestle fell straight down with the sound of the wind, as if it had the power to split the sky and break the sea.

However, the female cultivator in black twitched her mouth and retreated sharply.At the same time, her hand quickly formed seals.

"Disease!" the female cultivator in black shouted lightly.

A black light flew out from between his fingers, instantly turned into a sharp sword and pierced directly between the eyebrows of the Buddha shadow.

"Ok?"

Master Yijing couldn't help being surprised.Because, the technique that the black-clothed female cultivator used turned out to be a way to break her own technique.

Master Yijing's technique is called: A thousand lives are immortal Buddha.

It was a kind of spell between summoning and ordinary spells, which was quite strange.

The Achilles' heel of the Buddha's shadow is between the eyebrows.Under the same combat power, if the opponent cannot hit the forehead of the Buddha Shadow, the shadow will not disperse.If it is resisted with strength, its Buddha shadow will definitely lose its strength, and will disperse and reunite.

However, once it was hit between the eyebrows, the Buddha's shadow suddenly disappeared.

That was an extremely powerful Myriad Desolation Secret Technique.But the female cultivator in black came up and attacked the Buddha Shadow's eyebrows, which surprised Master Yijing.

call--

Master Yijing changed the formula in his hand.The Buddha's shadow flicked to the left, dodging the black light spell of the female cultivator in black.At the same time, the shield in Buddha Shadow's hand was thrown violently.

A golden glow went straight to the female cultivator in black.

However, the technique in the black-clothed female cultivator's hand also changed. She didn't care about the golden glow of the shield that flew towards her, but manipulated the black light to attack the Buddha's shadow's eyebrows again.

Because, she knows that as long as it hits the center of the eyebrows, everything in the Buddha's shadow will dissipate.

"One time may be accidental, but two times is definitely a flaw in the technique." Master Yijing was shocked.At the same time, a monk and other yellow robe masters who were fighting on the outside all frowned slightly.

"However, how do the disciples of the Palace of Bliss know the way to break the magic of Wanhuang?"

Master Yijing thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to neglect it in his hand.

huh-huh-

Master Yijing flicked his sleeve, and the Buddha shadow suddenly disappeared.Because, the other party knows the flaws of the technique, and it is meaningless to continue to use it.

With a flick of the yellow sleeve, two whirlwinds were formed, and they went straight to the woman in black.

Those two whirlwinds were like two giant spinning tops, trying to roll the woman in black into powder.However, the woman in black had a charming smile on her face.

"Master, let me give you a hug!"

If that sound was spoken to the monks in the late Yuanying period, it is estimated that the other party would be confused by it.Look again, the female cultivator in black really came straight towards the two whirlwinds.

chi chi—chi——

The female cultivator in black instantly lay in the void, with her head forward and her feet backward, but her body spun rapidly, like a spinning top.It's just that the woman in black already has a black Ruyi in her hand.

That Ruyi exudes a black glow.

Boom—chi chi—

The female cultivator in black actually shuttled in between the two whirlwinds, and then shuttled out again.The two whirlwind tops instantly disintegrated.However, the strength of the female cultivator in black did not decrease at all, but became faster and faster.

It's really like throwing yourself into a hug.

However, if you send it to your arms this time.Master Yijing will be directly pierced to death.

The move of the female cultivator in black is very strange.

"open--"

However, Master Yijing stood in the void and suddenly stretched out his hands.

A golden Zen staff appeared directly in his hand.

Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

The Zen stick danced like a wheel of golden light, and it spread out in an instant.

Then, Jin Mang went straight to call the female cultivator in black.This time, it became the female cultivator in black seeking her own death.Because it is obvious that Master Yijing's power is dominant.

That black ruyi is definitely not worth the mage's Zen staff.

call--

The female cultivator in black had no choice but to fly backwards in the void.

Only then did he narrowly escape the Zen stick.

The female cultivator in black holds Ruyi in her arms, and Master Yijing holds a Zen stick in his hand.The two looked at each other coldly, and then cast their spells again, fighting together.

The two Nascent Souls are Dzogchen, and monks of the same realm will never decide the winner in an instant.

The nuns from the Palace of Bliss, the monks from the Wanhuang Temple, and the monks from the Southern Bone Region all watched the battle in the barrier intently.The two sides of Bliss Palace and Wanhuang Temple naturally hope that their side can win.

The monks in the Southern Bone Region want to observe and learn, and such a battle is rare in thousands of years.

However, for Su Mo and Guan Xiong, such a battle is not of much interest.Whoever makes a move between them can end the battle in an instant.

The five-round battle back then was much more shocking than this one.

Therefore, the two of them just watched indifferently at first.

However, they later discovered that after hundreds of rounds.That Master Yijing seemed to be losing the wind gradually.Because, as long as the many spells of Master Yijing are cast, they will take the initiative to withdraw them.

"Huh?" Su Mo frowned.

"Hey!" Guan Xiong laughed, "It seems that the monk will lose!"

"The female cultivator of Bliss seems to know many spells in Wanhuang Temple like the back of her hand. Master Yijing's spells can be cracked by her." Su Mo said.

"The Palace of Bliss, it's not easy!" Guan Xiong commented.

At this time, the monks of Wanhuang Temple also saw this problem.In fact, this problem has appeared since the first Taoism of Yijing, Buddha of Thousand Lives and Immortality.

However, it became more and more obvious later.

"Amitabha!" A master monk recited the Buddha's name secretly, puzzled.

How is this going?

Why is the female cultivator of the Bliss Palace so proficient in the many methods of my Wanhuang Temple?How can this be?The secret technique of Wanhuang Temple has never been passed on to the outside world.

Moreover, due to the special inheritance of Wanhuang Temple.In the entire Bone Continent, there will never be a single Wanhuang Temple disciple.

How did the messenger in black do it?
The Master Yijing who was fighting was even more frightened and more and more puzzled.Because, he has changed more than a dozen spells in a row, but all of them were cracked by the female cultivator in black.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with that!

Could it be that there is an inner ghost in Wanhuang Temple?But, about this, I dare not even think about it.Because Wanhuang Temple has too many secrets.

This is even scarier than the black-clothed female cultivator's charm.

Master Yijing has been thinking of countermeasures.

Look again, Master Yijing suddenly sacrificed the Zen staff in the air, and then quickly formed a seal with both hands.A big golden hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

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That big hand, like covering a thousand clouds, seems to cover the sky.

"Extinguish!"

Master Yijing yelled violently.

That big golden hand covered the sky, almost covering the entire barrier.The woman in black frowned, because she had nowhere to escape.That move, Miekong, sealed everything.

And this move, there is no dead point, only resistance.

But, seeing the female cultivator in black giggled.

She actually stood where she was, without moving a muscle.

Moreover, the black-clothed female cultivator folded her hands together, looking pretty in the void.

"Ok?"

Outside the barrier, all the monks were taken aback.

What kind of method is that?
call--

Miekong's divine palm descended like a great mountain.

The female cultivator in black smiled sweetly, her face was flushed, and she was actually shy.

chi chi-

Looking at the clothes on her body, they were suddenly torn apart.However, at that moment, it was a little unclear whether she was crushed by Miekong's palm wind, or if the female cultivator took off her clothes on her own initiative.

In any case, clothes fly like butterflies.

In an instant, the female cultivator was completely naked, her body was exquisite, her curves were exposed, and everything was unobstructed.

(End of this chapter)