A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 210 Linghu He Huan!all for reunion with you

Boom boom boom -- boom boom --

In the front yard of Wanhuang Temple, there was a burst of evening drums.The sun is dying in the sky, and it is gradually sinking to the west.

In fact, after the Dharma meeting ended on this day, the pilgrims and monks in the front yard came down the mountain one after another.Only a small number of monks have not left yet.

Because, a large part of them knew that something must have happened in the backyard of Wanhuang Temple.Moreover, many monks made an appointment to stay overnight at Wanhuang Temple.

All of this is destined to be an extraordinary night in the Southern Bone Territory.

A drum fell.

Backyard, Bulao Temple.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the monk's robe was like snow, and his movement was like thunder.It flew up and went straight to the incense car of the Lord of the Palace of Bliss.Who dares to stop the power of soul transformation?

No one in the entire Palace of Bliss could stop him.

However, the three Nascent Soul Dzogchen, the black and white female cultivator and the Tsing Yi female cultivator, did not intend to stop him at all. Instead, they all flew outwards to avoid his sharp edge.

All of that seemed to be within their expectations.

moo—

The five-color divine bull hissed to the sky.That guy is an absolute beast.Its origin is not even inferior to Su Mo's Dragon Elephant Soul Devourer.

It's just that the master at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty was right about the chariot and not the bull.

The lord of the Palace of Bliss also did not urge the divine bull to fend off the enemy.

At this time, Grandmaster Yuanchu extended his palm, and there was endless white light faintly in his palm, as if he was holding a ball of white electric arc, directly attacking the curtain of Xiangche.

Of course, the owner of the Palace of Bliss will not sit still.

Boom—whoosh—

Looking at the incense car again, five colors of brilliance suddenly came out.As soon as the curtain parted, thousands of divine lights shot out directly from inside.

Guan Xiong was right.

That fragrant chariot is definitely a magic weapon, not an ordinary magic weapon.

Those thousands of divine lights are like countless flying swords.At that moment, it was Master Yuanchu, and any monk in Bulao Temple would probably be pierced by Wan Jian.

call--

At the moment when the incense chariot radiated thousands of divine lights, the body of Grand Master Yuanchu suddenly glowed with endless milky white light.

Buddha light body protection!

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi

As soon as the Buddha's light appeared, the divine light melted away.The thousands of divine lights emitted from the incense car disappeared without a trace when they met the white Buddha light, just like the first snow meets the warm sun.

However, the speed of Master Yuanchu did not decrease at all, and the lightning arc in his hand directly hit Xiangche.

Boom—boom—boom—

The lightning arc of the thunder collided with the five-color brilliance, causing a loud noise.

That sound wave even passed through the Divine Tribulation Barrier and spread far into the void.All the bone monks who heard the loud noise were slightly shocked.There is a big battle in Wanhuang Temple.

At the same time, a figure suddenly flew out of the incense car.

It was a nun wearing a white robe.It's just that her white robe is extremely loose, like a loose nightgown, with a long white sash tied around her waist.

It has a wide neckline that peeks out billows and a high hem that reveals long legs.

Draped hair, barefoot, Tianzi, national color.

The skin is like curdled fat, and it seems to have a dark fragrance.

But that female cultivator didn't wear makeup, she was beautiful and refined, and her pupils were cut, clear and without ripples.Between the eyebrows and eyes, there is no trace of coquettishness, but it is as clean as a lotus flower, without any enchantment.

It was simply an extreme combination of contradictions.

The dress of the lord of the Palace of Bliss is that of a lady who just woke up from sleep, full of endless laziness and charm; however, her face is like a lotus emerging from water, unstained by dust.

At that moment, many bone monks were all stunned.

In the world, is there such a woman?Is that a devil or an angel.

Those who seek Linghu, seek Hehuan!Those who win Linghu, ask He Huan again! ?
Hear his name and see his people.

The bone monk is endlessly sighing.At this moment, they only slightly realized how much meaning that sentence contained.At this time, Linghu He Huan did not use any charm at all.

However, its demeanor is peerless, and one glance can make people fascinated and unable to extricate themselves.

"hiss--"

Guan Xiong took a deep breath, and his small eyes shone brightly.Back then, if compared with the Lord of the Palace of Bliss, Yu Ji of Wulun Sect would have fallen into inferior success.

"Su Mo, is this woman really begging He Huan?" Guan Xiong's words came out of his mouth instead of voice transmission.Brother Shenjie made such an evaluation, which shows the charm of Linghu He Huan.

However, at that moment, everyone was looking at Linghu He Huan, and no one paid attention to Guan Xiong's words.

"Linghu He Huan?"

Su Mo muttered to himself.He didn't seem to listen to Guan Xiong's words, but his expression darkened slightly.I have to say that Linghu He Huan is really a stunning and beautiful woman.

However, at that moment, what Su Mo thought of was Mu Jinghong.His heart ached slightly.

blood!reincarnation!God robbery!Leave the Bone Continent!Find the Wind Wheels!
All of that can be regarded as Su Mo's purpose for coming to Bulao Temple.However, Su Mo understands that deep down in his heart, everything is for the reunion with Mu Jinghong.

"Su Mo, one heart for three generations, I will wait for you in reincarnation! You will meet me again." Su Mo always engraved Mu Jinghong's words before his death.

Therefore, the moment Linghu He Huan rushed out of the incense car, Su Mo was in a daze.Because Linghu He Huan gave him a strange feeling.But that has nothing to do with beauty.

Boom—boom—

He Huan, the Linghu in the sky, actually met Master Yuanchu's palm.However, the two are evenly divided.Linghu He Huan is also a Dzogchen of Soul Transformation.

"Palace Master Linghu, I have admired your name for a long time!" Master Yuanchu sneered.

"Each! Each other! The first inheritance of Bulao Temple." Linghu He Huan said with sarcasm.

Master Yuanchu stopped talking and started directly.Linghu He Huan just sneered lightly, seeing the tricks.

Two white robes fluttered up and down, each applying Dafa.

Two white clothes, two soul-transforming Dzogchen.This battle can be called the first battle in the Southern Region of the Bone.However, they are controlled by the God Tribulation Barrier.

Otherwise, the endless power of transforming souls would have already spread to the entire Wanhuang Mountain.

If that is the case, the sky will collapse and the earth will shatter, and the river will be turned upside down.Even so, the monks in the front and back courtyards also sensed the great battle.

Isn't it unusual for a war of soul transformations?
All kinds of big techniques emerge in endlessly.

Those bone monks who had just watched the Nascent Soul War were already stunned.The battle just now seemed to be nothing.

At this time, even Su Mo watched the battle seriously.

After all, he was already a monk of the same level as himself.

It's just that in this battle, Linghu He Huan took a lot of time, with a beautiful figure, calm and unhurried.There was even a hint of contempt in her eyes, as if she hadn't tried her best.

However, the Yuanchu master moved in a hurry and was extremely fierce.His eyes were full of anger, wishing he could overwhelm the enemy with one move.

However, the duel between masters is just a matter of thought.

Mentality may directly determine the outcome.

Boom boom boom -- boom boom --

The second drum in the front yard of Wanhuang Temple has already sounded.Originally, the eighteen drums of the second pass were relatively slow.However, at this moment, it sounded like a dense drum to the ears of Grandmaster Yuanchu.

dong dong dong -- dong dong dong --

Every drum beat hits his heart.

After the evening drum, once the bell rings, it may be too late.

He guessed what Linghu He Huan wanted to do.

On the contrary, hearing the sound of the drum, Linghu He Huan showed a faint smile.She seemed to be waiting for nightfall.Her moves are not in a hurry, and many times she is even fighting with the Yuanchu master.

Don't ask about the outcome!

Obviously, she was stalling for time.

At the same level, if Master Yuanchu wants to solve the battle in a short period of time, it will not be easy.

dong dong dong-

Unknowingly, the third drum sounded.

The faces of the yellow-robed monks, such as a monk and master of Bulao Temple, suddenly changed.

(End of this chapter)