I want to embrace the moon for nine days

The three-foot-tall earth spirit demon Lu Kun has a great reputation in the East China Sea. Relying on the art of earth escape, he can go deep into the ground and harvest many rare materials that are difficult to find on land or even in the underworld. He also got the true teachings of the art of gathering demons and refining treasures, and the magic sand he refined is really powerful, far beyond his own ability.

The monk Kunlun, the Reclining Buddha, was flying up and heading this way. He saw from afar a handful of magic sand being thrown out. He recognized its origin and couldn't help but be shocked.

"The treasure refining method of the East Sea?!"

He thought secretly, "Fortunately, before I went out to chase the Flower God and Ouyang Chun, I went back to the Tianbao Cave on the Moer Cliff of Kunlun Mountain and took out this treasure that has been soaked and nurtured by the whirlpool of the bitter sea for many years."

"The treasure refining method of the East Sea is often that the treasure is stronger than the person, and it is difficult to get rid of it. This string of Bitter Sea Red City beads of mine happens to be their nemesis!!"

The development of facts seemed to be in line with the idea in the mind of the Reclining Buddha Kunlun monk.

The ball of ten-day dazzling magic sand that Su Hanshan shot out was swallowed up by the circle of light formed by the rosary before it could burst into an all-encompassing poisonous fire and golden cloud like it did on the Taihu Dam.

The bright and dazzling flames were all sucked away, and even Su Hanshan's own figure was swept away by the hollow light circle and disappeared.

It turns out that each of the 108 prayer beads has 108 mantras of the Sea of ​​Bitterness engraved on it, gathering the power of the Kunlun Sea of ​​Bitterness, entwined year after year, refined month after month, and precipitated layer by layer.

So that once the rosary is played, the mental power as surging as the Qiantang tide and as turbid as the sea of ​​suffering in the lower reaches of the Yellow River will rush out one after another, forming layers of overlapping and intertwined illusions inside the blood-gold circle.

These illusions are half real and half fake. Although there are no physical objects in them, they have unpredictable power.

The power of the Ten-Day Dazzling Divine Sand, although fierce and powerful, and burning with poisonous fire, is turbid and without spirit, and explodes without cleverness.

The illusionary space, which is both real and fake, passed by layer by layer, enough to wash and mislead these magical sands thousands of times in the blink of an eye, causing most of their power to cancel each other out.

Su Hanshan himself was now trapped alone in the layers of illusions, and his figure could not be seen from any other angle.

Only by looking directly at the blood-gold halo can you see countless bubble-like light and shadows floating inside.

In each bubble, there are different scenes of the churning sea of ​​suffering, glowing magical sand, and moving human figures.

"Princess, it's time for you to come back!!"

The Kunlun monk flew to the Flower Goddess Princess, grabbed her, and let out a loud shout that shook the sky.

All living things within a radius of several miles were struck by this strange roar, and a buzzing sound as if they were reaching their limit was heard in their ears.

Ouyang Chun groaned, Zhihua and others vomited blood, staggered several steps, and almost fell down.

The beeping sound just now was actually the Kunlun monk frightening these people for a moment. He seized the opportunity, mobilized their spirits, and rushed towards Ouyang Chun to prevent him from getting in the way.

When Ouyang Chun broke out of the Xixia capital with his swordsmanship, the Kunlun monks found it very difficult to deal with him. They were still frightened, so during the past few months of hunting him down, they had been silently thinking about how to deal with him.

The Kunlun monk came up with a way to use mantras to guide the spiritual consciousness of the person Ouyang Chun cares about, to collide with him and hinder his opportunity to draw his sword.

Originally, the Kunlun monk had some concerns. He was worried that if the Flower Goddess alone attacked Ouyang Chun, it would easily shatter the Flower Goddess's mind, which had already lost her pure land, and cause her to die suddenly.

Unexpectedly, there were a few more of Ouyang Chun’s friends present today.

This can be said to be God’s help to me!
In the face of Kunlun Monk's methods, it can be said that the more friends Ouyang Chun has who are below the fourth level, the weaker his sword will be.

The Kunlun monk and the Flower God Princess were walking in the opposite direction, and there was only two or three steps left between them.

suddenly!

The circle of blood-gold beads that were rotating vertically in the sky shook at a high speed and became parallel to the ground.

Su Hanshan's figure descended from the middle like lightning, intercepted the two, and punched out.

The Kunlun monk did not expect that he would break out of the illusion of the Bitter Sea Rosary so quickly. Although he was shocked, he remained calm. He just changed his grabbing hand to push forward, with his palm suddenly protruding outward.

At the same time, the Kunlun monk slightly flipped his other hand, and a suction force came out of his palm, and he was about to take back his rosary.

The Bitter Sea Rosary should have successfully suppressed all the divine sands. If you get them in your hands, they can still be of great help.

However, at the moment when the fists of both sides collided, the rosary in the sky did not respond to the call of the Kunlun monk, but instead grew larger and larger.

The blood-gold halo that was originally about eight feet in size suddenly shattered, and one hundred and eight prayer beads shot out and drilled into the ground.

If you connect the landing points of all the beads into a big circle, you can see that the diameter of this circle is as large as a thousand feet.

Afterwards, a large amount of dark golden liquid gushed out from the 108 holes, and almost in an instant, the area of ​​a thousand feet in radius turned into a golden water surface.

Within a thousand feet, the waves were surging, and when the heavy waves hit, it was like a huge rock hitting a deep valley, with a roar that echoed, which was not at all like the sound of normal water flow.

The Kunlun monk felt that the air around him suddenly became bitter, cold, and heavy, which made him feel very familiar. It was very much like the atmosphere emitted by the thoughts of all living beings during the bitterest and coldest season around the Kunlun Snow Mountain.

But then, these auras became manic, frivolous, violent and fiery, which were clearly the powers of the Ten-Sun Dazzling Divine Sand.

The Bitter Sea Rosary was not able to easily suppress the divine sands. Instead, it seemed as if the two were mixed together, with the intricate alternation of cold and hot forming this golden wave.

There was also an inescapable aura on the dark golden water.

After Su Hanshan exchanged a move with the Kunlun monk, he turned his left hand back and touched the Flower Goddess Princess's forehead with an extremely gentle finger.

The Flower Goddess Princess's entire body was restrained, leaving a clear silver fingerprint on her forehead. Her body flew backwards and fell in the direction of Ouyang Chun.

The Kunlun monk watched all this but did not move rashly. Instead, he landed and stepped firmly into the dark golden waves with his feet touching the ground.

The Bitter Sea Beads and the Ten-Sun Divine Sand both have powers beyond those of normal land-walking immortals. These two powers are now intertwined together, which is actually very dangerous.

If the Kunlun monk did not observe the situation first and acted rashly, he would probably detonate this force. No matter what happened to others, he would probably also suffer a heavy loss.

Under such circumstances, Su Hanshan was able to send the Flower Goddess Princess away with just one finger.

It only means that at least part of the cause of this dark golden sea of ​​poisonous fire was within his expectations.

The Kunlun monk had a guess about the direction, and with a quick glance, he immediately found the traces of the magic sand.

The eighty thousand grains of magic sand were not scattered randomly in this sea of ​​suffering, but condensed into tens of thousands of red crystal pills. As nodes of this sea of ​​suffering, they operated steadily and burst out with long-lasting and mighty power.

Every eight grains of the magic sand are connected by extremely low-activity vital energy, which enables the power of poisonous fire to circulate in an orderly manner, skillfully forming pills that exude a sense of roundness.

When Su Hanshan produced the magic sand, the devilish nature was overwhelming and the six evil spirits came out together, just to intimidate the poisonous sands and make them obedient enough in the temporary process of forming the pill.

The art of external alchemy from the world of Taibai Sacred Tree has reached its peak in the hands of Su Hanshan today, achieving the state of refining magic into elixir.

However, he also underestimated the profound power of the Sea of ​​Bitterness contained in the Sea of ​​Bitterness Beads.

Even if the Yellow River were planted with coptis chinensis, there would not necessarily be the suffering of the people in the thousands of mountains!

Tens of thousands of elixirs were thrown into the sea of ​​suffering, but they were unable to destroy it in one go. Instead, it made the sea even more tormented by poisonous fire, making it extremely dangerous.

"Don't even move!!"

Guo Changda and others who followed the Kunlun monk were also within a thousand feet range at this time. They regretted not staying on the hillside. Looking at the sea of ​​suffering under their feet, they broke out in cold sweat.

Inside the courtyard, Fan Zhongyan held the blood he had vomited earlier in one hand, his face looking slightly bitter. He dipped his fingers in the blood and began to write on the table.

Ouyang Chun took a deep breath, holding his wife with one hand, and gently touched his heart with the other. He wanted to kill all the enemies he had encountered in the capital of Xixia, and the Kunlun Buddhist mantras he had used, without leaving any trouble. His calm demeanor was filled with extreme caution, his eyes looked at the ripples of the sea of ​​suffering, and his fingers slowly touched the handle of the knife.

"Hahaha!"

In the middle of the bitter sea, Kunlun monk laughed dryly three times, "Donor, you have such a perfect alchemy skill. Even the best alchemist in the world may not have your ability!"

"However, it is common for alchemy furnaces to explode. If they explode, we can just start over. But if this great pill of bitter sea explodes, I'm afraid many people won't have a chance to start over."

Even though this sea of ​​suffering is only a thousand feet in radius, the one hundred and eight prayer beads were driven into the ground at an angle, and then all the layers and countless illusions were transformed into the water of the sea of ​​suffering and released.

After being made into pills, the eighty thousand grains of magic sand took the original poisonous fire as the core and began to operate on their own, absorbing and exhaling the Qi of heaven and earth, spreading and penetrating outwards.

Therefore, the area of ​​this sea of ​​suffering spreading underground is much larger than the part that appears on the ground.

The illusion of the poisonous hell of fire hidden underground was so vast that it had already included the Lotus Sect members embedded on the hillside and Ouyang Chun and others in the foundation of the courtyard.

People on the edge are a little safer, but things like the illusion of the sea of ​​suffering, which originates from the feeling of suffering in people's hearts, are inherently unfathomable and full of endless disasters, just like the life of slaves of the people in Kunlun countries, which cannot be reasoned with.

If someone on the edge makes any mistake, it is not impossible that the entire sea of ​​suffering will explode.

The Kunlun monk smiled and said, "Why don't you and I join forces to dismantle this sea of ​​suffering first, disperse the danger, and then talk about other things?"

"Okay!"

Su Hanshan looked at him steadily for a while, then suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand, saying, "Elders come first, please go first!"

"No, no, no, I am still very young this year."

The monk Kunlun, who was lying on the Buddha's back, quickly gave way to the other monk. "The one who has achieved success should be first. The donor has the ability to revive the dead. You are the senior. Please go first."

The two looked at each other for a moment, both still smiling.

Su Hanshan's smile grew wider and wider, and he simply laughed out loud: "Hahaha, okay, then I'll go first, monk, I'll drop all the pills on your back first."

"Stand still to avoid triggering the poisonous fire. I have the skill to kill a bull from a distance, so I guarantee you will be fine!"

As he spoke, Su Hanshan raised his right hand. All the silver light in his body flowed towards his right hand, then condensed on his index finger and gradually shrank towards the fingertips.

The more condensed it is, the brighter the silver light becomes.

Su Hanshan chuckled and stared, his fingertips seemed to be picking up a star as he slowly moved forward.

The reclining Kunlun Buddha monk holds his hands together, his eyes looking in all directions and his ears listening in all directions, seeming to be as still as a mountain.

However, when the silver light at Su Hanshan's fingertips condensed like stars, the flesh on the monk's cheek couldn't help but twitch.

By the time Su Hanshan stretched his arm forward and was about to stretch it out, the monk's back was already covered with goose bumps, which crawled up his bald head. The smile on his face was completely frozen, and he finally couldn't hold back any longer and reached out his hand.

At the same time, the smile on Su Hanshan's face suddenly disappeared, and he poked out the star indifferently and attentively.

The monk's chubby, trembling hand reached out halfway, and then his five fingers suddenly retracted.

During all these years, the monk Kunlun of Reclining Buddha has practiced 128 sets of mantras, and the only one he regards as the most important and practices the most deeply is the "Mantra of the Auspicious Lion Deity".

When he clenched his chubby big fist, the flesh on his hand was squeezed out, just like the head of a lion.

It is not the kind of real lion or lioness, but the kind of mythical lion with a big bump on its head, made of gold and stone, showing majesty, highlighting strength, and representing auspiciousness.

Shakyamuni is known as the Lion among men. The Lion Dharma, in Buddhism, often contains the idea of ​​pointing directly to the root and breaking through external practices.

The auspicious lion refers to a guardian deity who has found the positive result that he needs to protect, so all the auspicious energy is concentrated inward, while all the power to break the law is released outward.

It can be said that among the three thousand techniques of Kunlun, it is the most sharp and focused Kung Fu.

A star on the fingertip, as fine as dust; an auspicious lion, the tender grass is not disturbed.

When the two forces collided, only a very faint ripple appeared on the sea of ​​suffering.

"Why did you move? The monk's concentration is not good enough!"

"Nonsense! Are you really aiming at the target with your finger?"

"If you hit the mountain, you'll hit the cow."

The skin on the Kunlun monk's hand was broken, revealing the jade-white bones. Su Hanshan also felt a dull pain in his fingers, and his bones were almost broken.

But in a flash, the Kunlun monk's wounds were healed.

"Tongwei Huahe!"

Su Hanshan's eyes were slightly startled.

The fifth realm of Da Chu martial arts, masters of the Divine Mansion realm, can interfere with microscopic structures and create new molecules that do not exist in the world, thereby releasing more refined and powerful vitality.

Su Hanshan still remembered clearly the scene when Situ Daozi, the ancestor of the Situ family in Xueling County, was seriously injured. With a wave of his sleeves, he tampered with the essence of the mountain and erupted the star energy.

Although the method displayed by the Kunlun monk just now seems to be unable to affect external objects, it can already change the microstructure of his own body.

This state is very similar to the one Situ Yuntao was in when he was at the ultimate state of Xuantai and on the eve of breaking through to the Divine Mansion.

It seems that the so-called flood in the Three Disasters Realm, although not completely beyond the combat power scope of the Xuantai Realm, its physical and mental qualities are already close to the reserve of the Shenfu Realm.

This kind of power is very different from the one that Lu Kun used to transform his body into earth and stone.

Lu Kun's talent was just a gift from an invisible devil, similar to that of the demon clan. He actually didn't understand at all what details were involved in the process of change, and once it changed, he couldn't stop it and couldn't change the final result.

After his physique changed into other materials, he also inherited the defects of that material.

When the Kunlun monks transformed the microscopic structure of their bodies, they were innovative. Compared to the original state, they only added advantages and did not create new defects.

The two of them communicated with each other through their minds as fast as lightning. The moment the monk's fist recovered, his two palms flashed and turned golden and white, changing like a lion's roar, destroying all the heretics and striking out.

The Kunlun monks were even able to control the new particles of their own bodies, also disturbing them at a whole new amplitude, all while chanting mantras.

With one person's physical body, a great mantra and hand seal ceremony is formed with thousands of words, Dharma drums, conch shells, and endless music.

In the time it took to speak a few words, the Kunlun monk had already observed and calculated the situation of the sea of ​​suffering, and was confident that he would not cause it to explode when he made his move carefully.

But Su Hanshan was able to restrain his actions in the sea of ​​suffering from the very beginning, so he naturally had his reasons for spending so much time talking to him.

"You have the truth, and I have the external elixir!"

The ultimate pursuit of external alchemy has never been to become a magic weapon, but to increase the quality and power of internal alchemy.

(End of this chapter)