I want to embrace the moon for nine days

Su Hanshan's figure suddenly retreated backwards, a flash of silver light appeared, and it was the thirty-two aspects of the Great Compassion Heart Seal.

The waves in the bitter sea seemed to be pressed down by his body movements, then bounced up slightly, and tiny ruby-like pills broke through the water and flew towards him one after another.

The cinnabar halo gathered together, like a handful of cherries, like a pool of fine wine, gathered in front of him, and was swallowed up by him in one gulp.

The Reclining Buddha Kunlun monk came after him. His eyesight was so sharp that even with just a quick glance, he was able to count that at that moment, no less than eight hundred pills were swallowed by Su Hanshan.

The magical sand in the sea of ​​suffering formed a total of ten thousand pills and ten thousand nodes.

Su Hanshan only took out 800 of them, firstly because he was in a hurry. Even if he had calculated it in advance, he could only extract more than 800 nodes at most if he wanted to avoid detonating the sea of ​​suffering.

Secondly, his current physical body can only withstand the circulation of eight hundred Shensha Pills at most.

Now that the pill had entered his body, Su Hanshan's direction naturally changed, from retreating to stepping forward to the left.

The martial arts golden elixir known as the "Sky Eye Blue Dragon" moved suddenly in his body, pulling all the magic sand pills and his mental and spiritual energy to patrol in his body. Whenever it needed to make a sharp turn, the moment of high concentration at a certain joint happened to be the moment when his entire body paused, leaving an afterimage.

In a flash, Su Hanshan walked a large circle around the reclining Buddha Kunlun Monk, leaving behind thirty-two figures.

The thirty-two aspects of the Great Compassion Heart Seal and the whole heart and soul of the Dharani Fist are all manifested.

It was as if thirty-two statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva, each with their own posture, simultaneously launched an attack on the reclining Buddha Kunlun monk.

The boy Buddha image versus the lion Buddha image!
The Reclining Buddha Kunlun Monk was not in a hurry. His hand seals hardly changed, except for the slight movement of his shoulders and elbows. He used one seal after another to meet the attacks from all directions.

The sound of fists and palms colliding rang out one after another, and with each sound, the grand melody of Kunlun monk's body, like the music played in a religious ceremony, would fade for a moment.

The monk was surprised. "What a powerful force! He was clearly concentrating on his attack, but it also had a kind of external momentum that made him forget about both the self and the outside world. With this kind of flesh and blood, he can fight against my golden body's Mantra Great Handprint?!"

The power of the magic sand was refined by Su Hanshan into a strong and restrained magic pill, which was entangled with the heavy breath of the bitter sea. Once the eight hundred pills started to circulate in his body, they had a mysterious correspondence with the magic sand in the outside world, forming an extremely fierce and huge inertial trend.

With his current physical body, he was able to exert such tremendous force, just like a skinny child dancing with Guandi's sword.

However, he used the Dharani of the Great Compassionate Heart Seal to soften the essence of his spirit and soul. He could go with the flow, attack the strong and destroy the weak, and always hit the target. He turned that huge inertia into his own use.

He walked on the Sea of ​​Bitterness and circled the Reclining Buddha of Kunlun Monk in a full circle. Only a perfect circle and a very faint track were left on the dark golden water surface, without disturbing the rest of the waves at all.

Although he used the Buddhist Heart Seal Fist, it was in line with the Taoist Yin-Yang concept of "using the softest thing in the world to overcome the hardest thing in the world."

After thirty-two attacks, the Reclining Buddha Kunlun Monk didn't gain any advantage at all and immediately clenched his teeth.

The sound was like gold and jade touching diamond, which aroused the mantra in his whole body. The high-pitched part was even louder than before, like a large number of gongs being struck together and golden bells colliding.

The fat and round body of the Reclining Buddha Kunlun monk suddenly changed and became half thinner. All the golden flesh and bones seemed to roll towards his ribs and shoulders, and stretched out at a rapid speed from the gap reserved on his robes.

In the blink of an eye, the Reclining Buddha of Kunlun Monk actually had eight arms, with each of his eight palms forming a seal. When they were stretched out, his body was like a Vajra Arhat, standing above the sea of ​​suffering.

This is the reorganization of flesh and blood at the microscopic level.

The newly grown arm was actually made entirely of old flesh and blood, so its strength was no less than his previous hands.

However, the seals formed by his eight arms at the same time were equivalent to the microscopic mantras of his entire body. With the traction of six more centers than before, the power increased greatly, and the consumption of his mental power also increased several times.

"Since I have shown you my eight-armed golden body, you must bow down to me..."

After the fat on the face of the Reclining Buddha Kunlun Monk was removed and reorganized into arms, his small eyes also appeared big and round, with only the tails of his eyes slightly raised, just like the eyes of a lion, solemn and majestic, able to see through the truth.

The sound that came out of his mouth was not as dull as before, but more majestic and clear.

Su Hanshan was also greatly surprised when he saw the transformation of the eight arms. The brightness of his eyes reached a new level, and his body moved suddenly into the air.

The thirty-two figures spun around, and when the afterimages were connected, the location of the previous thought and his next thought had not yet separated, and they were entangled, with thin electric lights connecting them.

"Eight-armed golden body? Let me see if you are made of real gold or fake gold?!"

True gold is not afraid of fire. Su Hanshan's figure had already transformed into a rapidly rotating large millstone surrounded by dense electric light, suppressing it from mid-air.

"Auspicious Lion Seal of the True Meaning of the Thousands of Dharmas in All Directions!!"

The corners of Kunlun monk's eyes and eyebrows were startled by the lightning that was suppressed from the sky, and his eyelashes and eyebrows curled slightly.

But now that he has turned into a golden body, the obsession with martial arts in his heart is fully revealed. Even if he might be weak and hesitant in his daily dealings with others, they are all suppressed at this moment, and he is determined to be strong, just like a King Kong.

With the lion's roar, the eight arms took turns to make thousands of hand seals, one after another, layer upon layer, striking towards the sky, vowing to confront it head-on and break the millstone.

In the eyes of all the onlookers, at this moment, it was almost impossible to see the movements of the two masters.

All one could see was a huge flash of lightning pressing down, and a golden body with eight arms supporting it.

It seems as if everyone is motionless, caught in a timeless painting.

At this time, on the dark golden surface of the bitter sea, a golden Ruyi that was even darker than the sea water was reflected.

When the sea of ​​poisonous fire was just formed, even Su Hanshan and Kunlun monk did not dare to move.

But as time passed, the two masters had a better grasp of the movements of this sea of ​​suffering.

Especially since Su Hanshan also took away 800 Shensha pills, the Lotus Sect masters, who were originally afraid to breathe, saw an opportunity.

That piece of Ruyi was the magic weapon that Ye Qiu Sheng, the "Lucky Star Master" among the three Pure Land Immortals of the Lotus Sect, carefully played.

The three Pure Land Immortals of the Lotus Gate correspond to the three stars of happiness, wealth and longevity respectively. Each of them has a walking stick for the star of longevity, a measuring stick for the star of wealth and a ruyi star for good fortune as a symbol of the Pure Land.

Both the Pure Land and the magic weapons were passed down from the predecessors and have been extremely well maintained. The heritage has been deepened from generation to generation, which has not only made the Pure Land more powerful, but also completely finalized the functions of these magic weapons. This is even more extreme than those who cultivate themselves as Pure Land immortals.

The Longevity Star's walking stick is the best at protecting oneself, the Fortune Star's measuring stick is suitable for both near and far distances, but only the Lucky Star's Ruyi is the best at long-range attacks.

In folk legends, Fuxing Zhengshen represents many children and good fortune, and has the ability to bring children.

Ye Qiu's lucky star Ruyi is based on this idea. If it is really used to bless people, a light tap during sexual intercourse between a man and a woman can indeed make someone pregnant.

If it is used for killing, it will be even more surprising.

When it hits a person, the blood and energy will immediately become tangled, and the person, regardless of whether the person is a boy or a girl, will become pregnant on the spot, with the belly swelling up like a sheepskin raft. In the end, the baby will directly absorb all the energy and tear through the belly to come out.

Even if the one who was hit was a land-walking immortal, his belly would not swell up, but a tumor might develop at the place where he was hit. If the tumor was cut, a baby of varying sizes would jump out.

This kind of baby has no self-awareness, only some thoughts temporarily infused into it by good fortune. Its life span is not long, but relying on the blood connection, after it is born, it can arouse the blood and essence of the person who is infected, and shake the heart and soul, just like a demon.

Ye Qiu Sheng wanted to maintain the reputation of the Lotus Sect, and he also felt that this method was too evil, so he rarely used it.

Even if it is to be used, it is necessary to create auspicious clouds, golden lotus, auspicious lotus, etc. at the same time to cover up the evil nature of this magical power.

Today, he made a move in this sea of ​​suffering, but he did not dare to use those fancy things. The evil energy was completely condensed, like a shadow, floating out silently, and was about to fall on the big millstone that was the incarnation of Su Hanshan.

I dare not say that this Ruyi can break Su Hanshan's moves, but as long as it can shake his blood and energy, there will be a slight flaw, the situation will definitely be very different.

Ye Qiu Sheng stared at his Ruyi. All the power of the Pure Land was pinned on it. He was determined to hit it even if it meant destroying his Ruyi and damaging his Pure Land.

But at this moment, streaks of sword energy came from the sky, like the arc of a meteor, clear and transparent, and hit the Ruyi piece one after another.

Ouyang Chun, who was on the other side of the battlefield, closed his eyes, put one hand on the princess's shoulder, and drew his long sword completely with the other hand. The sword energy turned on its own and rushed towards Ruyi.

He did not see the lucky star from beginning to end. In fact, even if he opened his eyes, his vision would be blocked because of the overwhelming aura of the two masters in the center of the battlefield.

But his sword energy is more accurate than his eyes.

Ouyang Chun had already cut off the Xixia Buddha's shadow from his heart. At this moment, the sharpness of the sword made Ye Qiu Sheng feel that it was not his own Ruyi that was being chopped off, but his own Pure Land and himself that were being cut with scars. He groaned in pain.

The God of Longevity Zhuang Ziqin saw the right moment, raised the cane in his hand, and the long wooden cane was placed horizontally above the three people.

The peach-colored clouds on the crutch bloomed brilliantly and fell down, protecting all three people. A large amount of clouds were dancing in the air like willow branches in the wind, vaguely following an inexplicable connection and entangled with Ouyang Chun's sword light.

"Took the bait!"

Apart from the fact that Ye Qiu Sheng was in great pain and had difficulty in giving birth, Zhuang Ziqin and Guo Changda looked at each other, with a look of approval in their eyes.

Lotus Authentic Temple always mixes folk customs from different places and changes with the times. There are tens of millions of people who have visited Lotus Authentic Temple.

Among these people, the number of those praying for children is far less than those praying for longevity and health.

Zhuang Ziqin did not fight against Ouyang Chun at all, nor did he show his intention. He simply relied on the power of his Pure Land of Longevity to send his sword out to Ouyang Chun, temporarily entangled with Ouyang Chun's sword.

Guo Changda flicked his sleeves, revealing the measuring stick in his hand. He stared at the battlefield, ready to strike. Inside the courtyard, Ouyang Chun opened his eyes, and the vast water in his eyes was broken, and pieces of memory scenes flowed in the broken water. He had made up his mind to use the ten years of memory to cut a knife.

Even if it was Lu Xingxian's ten years of memory, first cutting through the Pure Land of the Fortune Star, then splitting into the Pure Land of the Longevity Star, and wanting to intercept the Fortune Star, I'm afraid that not much would be able to come back.

"If you really strike with this knife, the old wound will be injured again. The injury will linger. I don't know if I will ever recover completely in my life."

Zhihua wiped the blood from his mouth, leaving a red mark on his cheek, and suddenly said, "You should be able to maintain the balance of Fu Shou two stars with your bare hands, why don't you lend me the sword."

"If Luxing hits Brother Su by one foot, I can stab the Kunlun monk!"

With Zhihua's physical skills, he might be able to strike back at this situation.

But Ouyang Chun would not die if he slashed with that knife, but Zhihua would definitely not survive if he stabbed with that knife.

The gangster in black blinked his eyes like a fox.

The fox is wise, so the enemy he sees is not just the person in front of him. He also wants to keep the sword of the Northern Hero for the future.

The fox is also a ferocious beast, and ferocious beasts are savage, so they are reckless.

"cough!"

Fan Zhongyan coughed and said concisely, "Use this to block the magic weapon."

On the stone table, Fan Zhongyan had written an article using his own vomited blood.

...Shishi Mountain in Xin'an County. In the Jin Dynasty, Wang Zhi was cutting wood when he saw a boy playing chess and singing, so he listened to him.

The boy gave Zhi something like a date pit. Zhi held it in his mouth and did not feel hungry. After a while, the boy said to him, "Why don't you go?"

I picked it up and looked at it. The axe handle was rotten. I returned home and there was no one around anymore...

This story goes that during the Jin Dynasty, someone went into the mountains to chop wood and found some boys playing chess. He stood by and watched. When he came to his senses, he found that the handle of his axe had rotted away. When he returned home, he saw that all his generation had died of old age. It turned out that a hundred years had passed.

It is the famous story of "watching chess and losing the keys".

When other people in the room saw the article, they were inspired and moved.

Ouyang Chun's eyes turned, and he was about to roll up the words on the table with a knife, when suddenly a piece of drawing paper flew to the side.

Nie Feiying rushed over and slammed a piece of drawing paper on the table. He moved his pen like a brush and in the blink of an eye, he had copied the bloody words. Then he stomped his small body to the edge of the table.

Not only did the drawing paper fly up, but the blood-stained words that were three-quarters of the way into the stone were also hit just right by him. With all his strength, he bounced them into the air and grabbed all the words into a pile.

After he printed an article, it became two copies.

The drawing paper and the bloody words disappeared into thin air as soon as they flew up.

Nie Feiying looked old and exhausted, and fell backwards, and was caught by Fan Zhongyan.

Both of them looked outside the courtyard, although they could not see the two articles at all, let alone the shadow of Zhihua.

But they knew that Zhihua was gone.

On the other side, Guo Changda, without any delay, cast his measuring ruler early.

In the world, the thoughts of those who seek many children and good fortune are the most mixed, while the number of people who seek longevity and good health is the largest. However, only those who seek fame, wealth and power have the most intense ambitions and the most cruel thoughts.

Use a ruler to measure the height of the sky, so that you can step on the clouds and climb straight to the sky!
Among the three Pure Land Immortals of the Lotus Sect, Guo Changda has the highest cultivation level, precisely because he is the only one who can operate such a Pure Land.

When the measuring ruler was flying in the air, there was a figure that was slightly faster than the ruler and slapped a large piece of blood on the ruler.

Zhihua only took a photo of the bloody words from the side, and his figure was slightly deflected by the momentum of the entire measuring ruler, so that the trace was revealed.

This is why, even though he wanted to stab the Kunlun monk, he never said that he would use his knife to block the measuring ruler.

Because stabbing the Kunlun monk might be useful, but blocking the measuring ruler is useless.

Even if he had the Turtle Spirit Seven Treasures Sword in his hand and came over in a confrontational manner, he could not withstand the measure of the sky with thousands of achievements.

When Guo Changda saw that someone could actually catch up with the ruler he threw out, he was shocked at first. Then when he realized that the man was just at the Demon Subduing Realm, his surprise was mixed with a sense of relief and a sneer.

It turns out that he is only in the third realm, a third realm person with extremely high talent in physical skills. Can we still expect him to have any strength in other aspects?

If he really has other strengths, he shouldn't be just at the third level.

Even being brushed from the side by the measuring ruler from a distance would cause him to lose his balance. To let such a person take action would really mean that he has run out of tricks!

Guo Changda didn't notice that the changes in his facial expressions were surprisingly slow.

It's like the speed has been slowed down dozens of times.

His eyes clearly captured the moment when Zhihua's body became unstable, but after that, his thoughts, mood, expression, and even the power surging in the Pure Land had slowed down.

Zhuang Ziqin sensed something was wrong and turned to look at Guo Changda, with a look of extreme surprise and horror on his face.

What Zhihua used just now was not a knife, but blood-written words.

It is the blood of the former master of literature in the Song Dynasty, and it is also the blood and effort of the old man who, after losing the Pure Land, is still known as the most elegant scholar in the Song Dynasty.

During the Jin Dynasty, Wang Zhi was cutting wood when he saw a boy playing chess and singing. Zhi listened to them... He picked up the axe and saw that the handle was rotten. When he returned home, there was no one left...

Most people who seek fame and fortune have thought about meeting the emperor or a noble who is on a secret visit and rising to the top as the first step on their official career.

But what kind of fame, wealth and honor can compare to the wonderful opportunity of "encountering a fairy"?

What kind of sadness and vicissitudes can be greater than these four words, "no more people of the time"?
Not only Guo Changda's Pure Land slowed down, but the measuring ruler in the air also slowed down.

The universe is so vast, and human nature is so profound. How can they be measured by a ruler of fame and fortune?

Zhihua's figure flashed, and another scroll shot onto the birthday boy's crutch.

That was a scroll developed by Princess Flower God and Nie Feiying. It was a piece of paper made by combining the secret method of painting souls and materials from the underworld. It was more like talisman paper than drawing paper.

When this piece of paper was pasted over, the birthday boy's walking stick also slowed down.

Zhuang Ziqin's face froze.

Ouyang Chun roared and swung his sword.

It was not a sword that was based on memories, but pure sword energy, combined with the heavy water sword energy of the water-dirty thunder method.

When the knife flew out, it dragged out an extremely full arc, clear and translucent, perfectly bypassing the center of the battlefield and passing by Guo Changda and the other two.

The black fox holds a word and steps on the lotus, while the divine turtle cuts three stars with one sword!
The bodies of Guo Changda and the other two were severed, and their souls cried out in fear and pain. The three pure lands emerged involuntarily, but they all sank uncontrollably and were dragged into the underworld.

The three pure lands that had been passed down from generation to generation fell together. Even if they were to be led to the underworld, they couldn't be treated as lightly as receiving ordinary ghosts.

The surface of the Sea of ​​Bitterness formed a brief whirlpool due to the surge of the breath of the underworld, and the entire Sea of ​​Bitterness was finally touched.

The Kunlun monk's cassock, jade pendant, and gold rings on his earlobes were all pulled.

Since Guo Changda is his disciple, he would certainly not be unfaithful to his master. When refining these magical instruments, they were all made of the essence of incense from the Three Star Pure Land. They have various wonderful uses such as protecting the body, assisting the spirit, cultivating energy, escaping, and healing.

But now, all the wonderful uses have become a burden.

"The incense has misled me!!!"

The Kunlun monk roared and shattered the magic weapons, feeling regretful for his decision. But the next moment, he was blasted into the ground by the huge millstone in the sky.

That is not ordinary underground soil and rock, it is the bottom sediment of the poisonous sea of ​​fire and suffering.

It is also the most dangerous place when the sea of ​​suffering explodes.

In the last look when Ouyang Chun led everyone to flee in a hurry, he seemed to see the millstone turned into a huge drill bit, and also like the head of a roaring dragon swooping down.

The extremely penetrating dragon roar, accompanied by the sound of boiling poisonous fire exploding, drowned out the Kunlun monk's screams of pain and the sound of his golden body shattering.

(End of this chapter)