Difficulty: I am a prince in the Black Sea

Chapter 249
The road ahead is surrounded by mist, and the red clothes are now murderous.I want to go to Luyuan to take a broken box that conveys the news of the Buddha's top Ming Pagoda to seek Zen. Halfway through the journey, suddenly white mist covers the road ahead, and the elusive red phantom can only see the purest murderous intent when swinging a knife.

"who are you!"

As soon as they fought, the sword-wielding King Ming had become red and wounded. The brilliance flowed between his hands, and countless holy lights criss-crossed, forming a majestic and sacred Buddha statue.

And in the center of the Buddha statue, there is a broken box seeking Zen holding a sword in both hands, the whole body is shining with golden light, and the Buddha's appearance is solemn and awe-inspiring.

The white mist was impacted by the Buddha's light, and retreated a little, but at the next moment, it rolled back like a big wave, and the Buddha's light and fog intertwined immediately.

"Lord Human Buddha can come to this barren land in person, which really makes me look at it with admiration, but I don't know if I will go back by fate!"

"Who am I? This question, donkey, can't you see it? Of course I am...a ghost."

The red clothes are as beautiful as blood, and the white and slightly immature face is full of innocence. The lips are red like blood, and the sword is even more charming. Ghost, the sword is also an odd number among swords.

"If you don't work hard, Jian Bald Donkey, you will stay with me here like everyone else." With a sneer, a bright red trembling figure began to drift around recklessly.

Broken box Qiuzen frowned, stepped forward and made moves, his aura continued to rise, and his Buddhist primordial skills were fully developed, and the Buddha's light shone in an instant, shaking the nine heavens and ten earths.

"Mountain spirits and ghosts, before my Buddha, how could you be presumptuous!"

The words fell, the streamer flashed, and the person moved the sword, and in an instant, the sword light had killed him.

"The sword bald donkey really has a hidden hand, it's amazing."

The corner of Shan Gui's mouth curled up into a smile, and in an instant, Zhe Gui ordered the attack to change, and his style was mysterious and unpredictable. In an instant, he was besieged by several figures in red clothes at the same time.

"Huh? The gods can't tolerate treachery, sycophant, and deceit, so kill him!"

Breaking the box to seek Zen and seeing the situation, focusing on the Buddha's flowers, breaking the illusion in an instant, turning the sword to the point, the stream of light converges, and then slaying the red-robed mountain ghost.

"Mountain ghost, capture it without a fight!"

"Oh, Jian Bald Donkey is angry, so scary, so scary."

With a soft voice, the red robe around the mountain ghost suddenly rolled up, and the folding laurel order in his hand shook the edge of the robbery sword in an instant. Immediately, the cold saber energy blocked the body of the Buddha, wanting to reap his life.

What exactly is this……

Broken box Qiuchan was surprised, swayed the robbery sword in his hand, and retreated step by step to block the attack of the mountain ghost. After a few moves, broken box Qiuchan suddenly increased his speed, and the figure advanced again, Shihua Yaoshi, the Buddha threatened his life.

"Delivery!"

With a clanging sound, the sword was handed over, and Zhegui ordered to shake the robbery sword. For a moment, the mountain ghost retreated first and then advanced.

"Bodhi is immortal, Sumeru Golden Body!"

The golden body reappeared, and Zhe Gui ordered the offensive to be stopped immediately.

Smell it again--

"Get out!"

With a shout from Xumi Phantom, the holy light in his body shone brightly, and with a thud, the mountain ghost in front of him was shaken away.

The figure of the mountain ghost slid ten feet away, stopped, and looked at the former who broke the box to pray for Zen, showing a strange look.

Since he could remember, he met many people in Xiaoshan, but this one is quite interesting, second only to the swordsman who was slashed by him a long time ago but survived.

"Sword Bald Donkey, very powerful."

Before the words fell, I saw the mountain ghost stepping on his feet, and his figure was like an illusion. After a few lights went out, a bloody light shrouded the Zhegui Ling, and he swung his knife towards the broken box of Qiuchan!

Broken box Qiu Zen frowned, the brilliance of the golden Buddha statue around him rose to the limit, and after a while, it condensed on the robbery sword in his hand. Drink the unknown Guigui order.

The two poles collided in response, and in an instant, the aura of the Buddha and demons vibrated and devoured each other.

"Uh!" At this moment, a muffled groan sounded suddenly, and behind the broken box of Qiuzen, a figure with white hair and a blood-clothed figure appeared, with a strange-shaped emerald-red blade in his hand, which pierced straight into the Buddha's back heart and brought out A waterfall of dazzling vermilion.

Broken Box Qiu Zen let out a muffled snort, and the Buddha's light burst out all over his body, shaking the mountain ghost away.

Look in front of you again, where is there any trace of the mountain ghost.

"Sword Bald Donkey, what a pity."

As soon as he retreated and advanced, the mountain ghost's figure was like a ghost, and the Zhegui Token in his hand was also stained with the blood of the Buddha, and the red color became more and more intense.

Broken Box Qiu Chan raised his sword to block the knife, there was a clang, the blade shook the light of the knife, but his body sank, and he couldn't help but bend his knees.

However, how could the sword-wielding King Ming of Luyuan Yicheng bow his knees in the face of ghosts!
"Extradition of all calamities with one sword!"

The heart vein was injured, the blood flowed like a injection, the box was broken to pray for Zen to stand still, and the sword in the hand was used again, and the Buddhist swastika mantra took shape like ten thousand yuan, and turned into a sword to cut at the mountain ghost.

Seeing this, the mountain ghost gazed at it, and on the order of folding laurel, countless air mechanisms pulled it, and the horizontal knife blocked the Buddha's move. With a loud shock, the figure flew out, and stopped three feet away.

A little bit of vermilion, staining the corners of the mountain ghost's mouth, I probably can't remember when was the last time I was injured, but this sword bald donkey is not bad.

But today's hunting, it's time to stop here!
The Zhegui order was swung, and the mountain ghost was about to end the battle in front of him, but at this moment, the white mist suddenly surged up all over the field, engulfing the mountain ghost.

"you!"

"you again!"

"It's always bad for my good!"

……

"Ah." Seeing that the mountain ghost was engulfed by the white mist and disappeared strangely, no matter how hard it was for the broken box Qiu Zen who lost his opponent to support his body, the whole person also fell down.

In the dimness of consciousness, I saw a handsome and detached figure in a green shirt and holding a staff slowly approaching him, and the next moment, the whole person fell into the darkness completely.

……

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"Master Confucianism is outstanding, sincerity and deeds are also mellow. Jade and gold are pure and beautiful, pepper and osmanthus are fragrant and spicy. Once you enter the country, you will benefit the guests of the state in the salty period. Shengmin treats Confucianism as effective, and God's will belongs to human relations."

On the cliff, the master of Taixue plucked the strings, fiddled with the piano and played vocal music. He is not only the respect of the sea of ​​learning, but also the best in the six arts.

If it weren't for the gray robe, the singing, singing and music, and the floating posture, would really make people feel in a trance, as if the former Tai Xuezhu, who ruled the boundless learning sea and bowed thousands of Confucian scholars, is still in front of him.

"Immortals are not immortals, swords are not swords, do not look up to mountains and high fish and dragons; demons are not demons, Tao is not Tao, life and death are equal."

With the sound of the poem trumpet, the immortal trace broke through the clouds and slowly landed on the cliff. Looking at the Tai Xuezhu whose back was turned to him, he praised: "The Qin art of the Tai Xuezhu is extraordinary."

"The voice of the god of death is different from ordinary people."

Tai Xuezhu said lightly, and the act of playing the piano in his hand also stopped.

"Since you're here, don't talk nonsense."

Tai Xuezhu got up and turned around, stepped forward and raised his palm, and with a killing move, he went straight to the nameless fairy trace.

(End of this chapter)