Westward Journey into Dragon

Chapter 485 Burning Scriptures
The battle between Taoist Huoling and Zhu Falan was extremely dangerous. Taoist Huoling was unparalleled in his fire skills. He used his sword to attack and at the same time he used tactics to control the fire. The heavy Buddha crumbs fell down like Mount Tai, hitting Taoist Huo Ling's body guard and shaking violently.

The two sticks came to the sword stand, the sword went to the stick to meet, turned over and over, and fought on the stage for more than half an hour, but they were evenly matched, evenly matched.

Seeing that it is difficult to win in a short period of time, and afraid of being judged by Liu Zhuang, who is anxious to return to the palace to deal with political affairs, Zhu Fran decides to take a risky move, win by surprise, and end the battle as soon as possible.

Zhu Falan made up his mind, so he deliberately slowed down his Zen stick a little, which was a small flaw.

The reason why Taoist Huoling has such a Taoist name is because he is a fire spirit, and his temper is as impatient as a raging fire. Seeing an opportunity to take advantage of, he didn't think too much. With a swing of his magic sword, he approached Zhu Falan's shoulders .

Zhu Falan is a genius disciple of Buddhism. The golden body of Yuanshen is invulnerable to swords and guns. With a shake of his body, the Yuanshen was crazily agitated. The rich golden light covered his body, and even bounced off the red magic sword in Taoist Huoling's hand.

The dharma sword was bounced away, and Taoist Huo Ling felt a pain in his shoulder before he had time to be surprised, and the right hand holding the sword shrugged softly.

"Accepted!" Zhu Falan accepted it as soon as he saw it, and immediately took a step back, hugging his stick and smiling.

The contest of fighting skills was not a battle of life and death, and Taoist Huo Ling was also a person who could let go. After connecting his right shoulder bone with his left hand, he cupped his hands to Zhu Fran, and stepped off the high platform gracefully.

The Daoist and Buddhist sides competed in two rounds, each with its own winner and loser, and it was a tie. Liu Zhuang immediately ordered the third round to start. The winner won the big competition, and the loser withdrew from Mount Wutai.

After watching two matches in a row, Liu Zhuang was also a little tired. Seeing that it was noon, he announced that the match was suspended, and the third match would be held in the afternoon.

When the emperor went out, he naturally took the imperial chef with him. As soon as the intermission was announced, his servants delivered delicious dishes.

After lunch, Liu Zhuang took a short rest. After waking up, he announced the continuation of the game.

It was already noon at this time, the sun rose to the mid-heaven, and it was the time when the day was changing to the hottest time. It was the most suitable time to light a fire and burn scriptures.

Both Taoism and Buddhism brought out their own scriptures, each with a hundred volumes, piled up together, like a tomb (cough cough, this metaphor is really bad).

"I heard that you didn't bring many Buddhist scriptures this time. If you burn them, the next monks won't have the scriptures to read. Wouldn't that be too bad?" He Zhengzhi stood on the scripture burning platform and asked Shemo Teng, who was opposite him, with a smile.

"My Buddhist scriptures are protected by the Buddha's power, and I am not afraid of ordinary fire. Fellow Taoists are still worried about where they will settle down after their scriptures are burned." Shemo Teng also laughed.

The two were at each other's throats, and after sarcasm and sarcasm with each other, following Liu Zhuang's order, they immediately became serious and each took out the magic fire prepared by themselves.

A glazed jade bottle appeared in She Moteng's hand, and when he uncorked the bottle, a wisp of white flame burst out, only burning the air distorted and the space collapsed.

"Prince Ming's wrath, good flame." After He Zhengzhi praised him, he suddenly changed the subject: "I heard that your Great Sun Tathagata is a traitor to the Buddha, so you don't have a stronger real sun fire to use, so you retreated. Second, use this King Ming's wrath?"

"Qu Qu a few Taoist scriptures, King Ming's anger is enough to burn them to ashes, show your flame!" Shemo Teng said.

"Alright, let me show you my Taoist fire." He Zhengzhi smiled, took off the gourd at his waist, pulled out the plug, and let out a wisp of purple flame.

"Doushihuo? No, this is the pseudo-Doushihuo refined from the Tushii Huo in the Huoyan Mountain. It looks quite bluffing, but I don't know how powerful it is." She Moteng narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately smiled indifferently .

"You will know soon." He Zhengzhi said.

"The competition begins!" Seeing that both sides had unleashed their weapons and greeted each other verbally, after the host shouted, the gong rang with a "dang".

With the sound of the gong, She Moteng and He Zhengzhi launched an attack at the same time, and scorching flames spewed out from the Jingping bottle and the gourd at the same time, one white and one purple, like two fire snakes, dancing in the air, and pounced on each other's scriptures. Wherever it passed, the void that blocked it in front of it collapsed inch by inch.This is a bit like a [-]-meter race. With the gunshot, the athletes ran forward desperately, and even broke the rope in front of them.

Seeing that the purple fake Tushita fire was about to pounce on the Buddhist scriptures, She Moteng tore off the cassock from his body, turned it into a length and width of Zhang Xu, and put it on the Buddhist scriptures. The golden Buddha mantra flashed on the cassock, separating the fire from the scriptures open.

Not only Shemo Teng was prepared, but He Zhengzhi was obviously also actively preparing for the battle. Seeing that King Ming, who was clear as glass, was furious, he unhurriedly took out a crystal cover from his arms, blew his breath, and it became a diameter of Zhang Xu, Zhang Er. The tall and huge crystal cup covered the Taoist scriptures, stopping the fierce King Ming's anger.

"Is that cassock of yours not bad? It can be called a high-grade armor that is invulnerable to fire and water, and invulnerable to weapons and guns. What's its name?" He Zhengzhi talked with She Moteng with a smile while pouring flames.

"My cassock is made of asbestos mixed with ice silk and dragon silk and phoenix strands. Asbestos, silk, and phoenix strands are not afraid of fire, and there are seven fire-preventing orbs on it, which have excellent fire resistance. Fellow Taoists want to burn my Buddhist scriptures. But you still need to work harder." Shemo Teng smiled and praised his cassock, and then asked: "What's so famous about your crystal cover, it looks very miraculous?"

"My crystal cover is made of cold stone ice crystals, mixed with ice soul beads, and sealed an evil North Sea ice dragon in it. The effect of preventing fire and heat is extraordinary, master, you should pay attention. "He Zhengzhi laughed.

"The introduction was vague. Could it be that this crystal cover is not your magic weapon. By the way, I heard that the Hengshan Shuiyue Temple has an ice cover that is very similar to the one you use. Could it be this one?" Shemo Teng laughed. .

"Fellow Daoists really know all the magic weapons of my Taoist school very well. That's right, this is the treasure of Shuiyue Temple, the Ice Chill Crystal Mask. It is only because of the important thing related to the reputation of the Taoist school that I can borrow it." After He Zhengzhi said something with a smile, he stopped talking nonsense and concentrated on making the flames burn to the pile of Buddhist scriptures.

Any defensive magic weapon has a defense limit. Whether it is Shemo Teng's asbestos cassock or the icy cold crystal mask that He Zhengzhi took out, after being burned by the fire for an hour, the aura on the surface has dimmed a lot.

"Huoyanshan is really a sacred place for fire cultivators, but unfortunately I am of earth attribute, otherwise I would have gone there to be neighbors with brother Niu." Seeing the powerful flames pouring out of He Zhengzhi's gourd, Lion Camel King couldn't help joking.

"The Huoyan Mountain belongs to the saint, and a special person was sent to supervise it. God knows what the saint thinks. No one knows whether the Huoyan Mountain will lead to disasters in the future. It is definitely not a good place. It is okay to practice. In the end Don't think about opening a cave there." The Bull Demon King waved his hand.

"Red boy, how is your training in the Flaming Mountain?" the macaque king asked with a smile.

"It's okay, the Holy Infant's horoscope is very good, and he has the same life span. When he started to practice, he improved very fast, far surpassing me, hehe..." When talking about the red boy, the awesome devil's face was full of happiness.

"Father Tiger has no sons. Congratulations to Brother Niu for giving birth to a unicorn, but he is much better than the few kids in my family who only know how to fight in the nest and are useless." Pengpeng Demon King envied.

"The third one is not real, those kids of yours still know how to fight, they are bloody, not like those soft bastards in my family, who are cowardly and cowardly, they are going to kill me with anger!" said the Flood Demon King.

"Is this a tragic event? Big brother, second brother, and third brother are so authentic. I despise them in front of those of us who didn't even have a family!" Chen Xian complained.

"Hehe, let's stop talking and watch the game!" Knowing that Chen Xian was joking, the Bull Demon King waved his hand and laughed.

While the demon saints were chatting and laughing, the situation in the field changed again. On the asbestos cassock of She Mo Teng, the golden Buddha mantra faded.

Although the flame in He Zhengzhi's hand is a false fire, it has a sage's aura after all, which cannot be blocked by ordinary things. Just look at Monkey King's flesh body, which can't even be broken by the demon king's heavy treasure, but was caught by the red flame. The child lost his breath when he burned the real fire of Samadhi, which implied Tushihuo, which shows the power of the flame.

Seeing that the asbestos cassock was about to run out, Shemo Teng became anxious, and had an extra gold post in his hand.On that gold post was the six-character mantra of Buddhism, "Om Mani Padme Hum".

Shemo Teng gritted his teeth, and stuck the gold sticker to the bottom of the bottle.With the blessing of the Buddhist post, I saw that the already violent King Ming's anger became even more violent, the temperature soared, and the void was directly burned through, forming a black hole.

The power of King Ming's wrath suddenly strengthened, and after being calcined for more than an hour, the ice chi cold crystal mask, which was already flickering with aura, was greatly injured, and with a "pop", the aura shattered.

"Ang!" When the aura was shattered, there was a stern dragon cry from the ice chi cold crystal cover, and a phantom of a strange dragon covered in ice and no horns on the top appeared on the cover wall, opened its mouth and spit out long silk. Wisps of silvery white and bright cold air suppressed the anger of King Ming around him and shrank back.

The aura on the ice crystal mask shattered, and the ice dragon appeared. He Zhengzhi was also surprised, knowing that under the blessing of the Buddha's mantra, the power of King Ming's wrath had increased by more than one level, and the ice mask might not last long. .

"Huh!" He Zhengzhi snorted angrily, and he couldn't care less about his master's demeanor. He untied the yellow ribbon tied around his waist, took off the water and fire Taoist robe on his body, and with a shake in the wind, covered the ice chi cold crystal mask superior.

"Although my water and fire Taoism robe is wonderful, its quality is far inferior to that of the ice chi cold crystal mask. I'm afraid it won't last long. I have to tear the opponent's cassock as soon as possible and burn the opponent's scriptures." He Zhengzhi thought to himself.

"Now that we have one win and one loss, we have to win this round no matter what. Otherwise, how can we be worthy of all of you to help friends?" He Zhengzhi felt resentment in his heart, cut his palm immediately, and poured blood into the gourd in his hand , arouse the power of the flame to the maximum.

After drinking the fairy blood full of spiritual power, the purple pseudo-dousita fire was stained with a ray of bright blood light, and the temperature soared extremely, burning out a black hole in the void.

After being hit by the once berserk false fire, the golden Buddha mantras on the asbestos cassock collapsed one by one, turning from treasures to mortals.

Whether it is asbestos, ice silk, or phoenix thread, without the blessing of the Buddha's mantra, it is just a stronger material. It can withstand the calcination of the pseudo-Tousita fire that has been strengthened infinitely close to the Tusita fire, and it will immediately liquefy and return to its original form. pure material.

Shemo Teng didn't care about the destruction of the cassock, he gritted his teeth, cut his palm, and blessed the Buddha's blood on the furious King Ming's wrath.

"Chi Chi Chi..." King Ming's anger immediately went berserk, stained with blood, as if he really turned into King Ming, and the anger in his heart turned into anger, capable of burning the sky and the earth.

"boom……"

He Zhengzhi's water and fire Taoist robe was burned by the anger of the Scarlet King Ming, and there was a roar, and it suddenly broke into countless pieces, which were thrown away like butterflies.

At this time, the fighting was at its peak, and He Zhengzhi didn't have time to feel sorry for the Taoist robe that had accompanied him for hundreds of years. Seeing that the situation was getting worse, he punched him in the chest and sprayed his blood on the gourd.

"Boom..." The gourd in He Zhengzhi's hand vibrated, as if the plane was roaring, the fire inside it gushed out like a sea wave, and burned the asbestos cassock of Shemoteng into ashes and swallowed up the Buddhist scriptures in one blow.

Although the material of the Buddhist scriptures is ordinary, it is handwritten by a Buddhist great expert, which contains powerful spirit and spirit. It is not an ordinary thing. Although it is swallowed by the fire, the golden Buddha light on the surface flows, avoiding the flames and not being burned by the fire.

The cassock was destroyed, and Shemo Teng became more and more anxious. He didn't have time to regret it. He also forced his efforts to bless King Ming's anger and burn the ice chi cold crystal mask.

"Anger..."

After He Zhengzhi's Taoist robe of water and fire was smelted into fly ash, the ice chi cold crystal mask was directly exposed to the furious King Ming's wrath. Before this blow became more powerful, the ice chi shield inside was howling all the time.

The ice chinchilla was not at the level of a golden immortal, and the wrath of King Ming, who had withstood the hard work of the half-step Da Luo powerhouse, was refined into a cold air in a short while, which dissipated with the wind.

The aura and the ice dragon disappeared one after another, and the ice dragon cold crystal mask was nothing but an empty shell made of cold stone ice crystals and ice soul beads, which would turn into stone water in three breaths at most.He Zhengzhi was extremely anxious, his eyes were red, his heart suddenly became hard, his soul came out of his body, he shattered the body and spirit with one palm, and took out the essence of the body like a gourd.

"Boom bang bang..."

With such a huge influx of energy, the gourd suddenly began to vibrate violently. There was too much energy, and a crack was even propped up on the gourd.

"Puff puff puff..." In order to avoid being exploded, the gourd could only intensify its energy pouring, and the red-purple false blood flames shot out like lasers, burning a few Buddhist scriptures with weak aura within a short while.

The cold light flashed in Shemo Teng's eyes, which also means that the primordial spirit has come out of the body, crushing the spirit of the sky, capturing the essence, and blessing the anger of King Ming.

The two sides have been fighting until now, and they have exhausted their means, and the rest is who will burn the other side's scriptures first.

King Ming's wrath, blessed with the essence of Shemoteng's physical body, instantly vaporized the icy-cold crystal mask that had only an empty shell, and the blood-red bright flame burned several Taoist scriptures in an instant.

"Interesting, it's really interesting, a fight, a half-step big Luo, and a late-stage Taiyi expert who both dissect corpses. It's really enjoyable to watch." The macaque king danced and laughed.

"Don't quarrel, the winner will be decided soon!"

(End of this chapter)