Big dreamer

"Haha, no one can leave today! If I kill you all, I will be the reincarnation of Jin Chan!" Jiang Liu laughed loudly, his voice full of evil, and he raised his hand.

A thick black and red fierce light shot out of his hand and struck the road leading to the bottom of the mountain in front of the temple.

There was only a loud "rumbling" sound, and as the earth shook and the mountains shook, a huge black ravine dozens of feet long and seven to eight feet wide was cut out of the ground, blocking the way down the mountain.

When some believers who were about to flee down the mountain saw this scene, their faces showed signs of despair and they fell to their knees on the ground.

"Jiang Liu, what are you doing!" The monks at Jinshan Temple were shocked. Figures flew in front of him, led by Zen Master Hai Shi and Elder Zhe Shi.

Elder Tang Shi, the old monk with eyebrows, and other people who usually followed Jiang Liu's orders also flew over. Seeing Jiang Liu's current appearance, their expressions changed drastically, and they could hardly believe the scene in front of them.

"You useless bald donkeys, you are nagging and chanting sutras every day without any real meaning. It makes my brain hurt. I have tolerated you for a long time. Go to hell!" Jiang Liu looked ferocious, the monk said. The robe was tossed. .

A ball of purple-gold light the size of a fist shot out, then circled and revealed its true form, which was the purple-gold alms bowl.

As the purple-gold light flashed, the alms bowl swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became the size of a house. Carrying a violent and heavy whistling sound, it struck down on everyone like the top of Mount Tai.

Before the alms bowl fell, numerous purple-gold light points suddenly emerged out of thin air in the void around the monks. These light points emitted a powerful force of confinement, imprisoning everyone in it. It was difficult to move, let alone Talk about ducking and avoiding.

"Amitabha!" Zen Master Haishi looked solemn and recited the Buddha's name. A layer of brilliant golden light suddenly appeared on his body. His originally withered body swelled up like a balloon, his flesh and blood became plump, and his skin became crystal clear, as if The jade is warm and smooth, without a single flaw. The whole person looks instantly forty years younger.

The aura on his body also increased by many times, and was not much worse than that of the Black Phoenix Demon. He raised his hand and waved.

A ray of golden light shot out from Zen Master Haishi, and it was the dark gold crutch that faced the purple gold alms bowl.

The golden light on the dark gold walking stick shone brightly, and a phantom of the Buddha loomed in it. It instantly became dozens of times larger and struck towards the purple gold alms bowl like an angry dragon rising into the sky.

The two Buddhist heavy treasures collided together, making a loud clang sound. The purple gold alms bowl was obviously superior. It immediately suppressed the golden light on the dark gold crutch and continued to fall quickly.

A layer of blood appeared on Zen Master Haishi's cheeks, but he did not panic. He formed the treasure bottle seal on his hands. A solemn golden light bloomed from his body, forming a huge golden lotus platform around him, and the sound of Sanskrit chants suddenly resounded. square.

A powerful force of Buddha's power surged out from the golden lotus platform, which offset a lot of the powerful confinement forces around him. The other monks regained a certain amount of mobility and immediately took action.

Various magical instruments soared into the sky, forming a thick and dazzling torrent of precious light, which collided with the purple gold alms bowl.

Elder Tang Shi and the old monk Diao Mei also took action, sacrificing the green sword and yellow magic wand, and struck the purple gold alms bowl.

A louder and louder explosion was heard, and violent airflow mixed with various colors of light poured out in all directions.

A layer of the ground in the square was scraped off, and the white jade floor tiles were swept away like fallen leaves. A solemn Buddhist temple near the high platform was swept by the violent airflow, and collapsed like paper.

There were still many believers in the square who had no time to escape, and were about to be swept in by the airflow storm. A stream of blue water suddenly appeared around the square, caught up the believers, and flew away into the distance, barely avoiding the aftermath of the fight. The impact.

Chan'er, who was originally standing near the high platform, was also caught by a stream of water and sent far away.

Seeing this, Zen Master Hai Shi breathed a sigh of relief, immediately turned his head to look at the purple gold alms bowl above his head, and cast a spell to activate the dark gold crutch.

The torrent of precious light and the purple gold alms bowl that gathered the power of everyone were colliding fiercely. The two sides were locked in a stalemate in mid-air, with all kinds of rays of light flashing wildly and abnormal noises. It seemed that the winner could not be determined for a moment.

"What a joke! Even a second- or third-rate Buddhist magical weapon dares to compete with my golden cicada magic weapon!" Jiang Liu sneered and made several seals to the purple gold alms bowl.

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The purple-gold alms bowl started spinning, and the purple-gold light inside flashed, and a piece of bright purple gravel flew out, like a long purple-sand dragon, enveloping the torrent of precious light from the monks of Jinshan Temple.

"It's the Sandalwood Star Sand! Hurry! Take back all the magical weapons below the best quality!" Zen Master Hai Shi's face changed color and he hurriedly reminded him, but unfortunately it was too late.

"Explode!" Jiang Liu made a gesture with his hands and shouted loudly.

Those purple gravels lit up with a dazzling light, and then suddenly exploded, turning into small purple suns. The void trembled, and waves of scorching air were set off.

Most of the magical artifacts in the torrent of Baoguang were suddenly destroyed, swallowed up and torn into pieces by the exploding purple light. Only the dark gold walking stick of Zen Master Hai Shi, a golden wooden fish of Elder Zhe Shi, the blue sword of Elder Tang Shi, and the old monk's The magic wand is still there.

And except for the dark gold crutch, the auras of the other three magic weapons were more or less damaged.

Without the help of other monks, the Purple Gold Bowl immediately gained the upper hand and quickly overwhelmed the four people's precious light.

But at this moment, golden light flashed behind Jiang Liu, and a golden short cone appeared out of thin air. It pierced the back of his heart like a poisonous snake spitting a letter without making any sound. Jiang Liu was focused on fighting with Zen Master Hai Shi and others and did not pay attention. Seeing the situation behind him, he was about to succeed.

With a crisp sound of "clang", a fist-sized purple Buddha bead flew out of the river fluid automatically, blocking the blow of the golden short cone.

The eighteen levels of restraints on the short golden cone have been refined, making it twice as powerful. With a bright golden light flashing from the cone's head, it shattered the purple beads and continued to stab the river.

But Jiang Liu had already reacted at this moment, and hurriedly dodged and moved a few feet to the side, narrowly dodging the attack of the golden short cone.

"Seeking death!" He roared angrily, waved his right hand, and a stream of purple light shot out, curling towards the short golden cone, but it turned out to be a string of purple beads, which seemed to be the same string he was wearing.

The purple beads were so agile that they turned into a purple bolt and shot out. It was as fast as thunder and lightning, and it caught the short golden cone in one go.

At the same time, each of the purple beads shone with golden light, and a swastika appeared on them, connecting them together to form a small golden circle.

The unparalleled power of confinement emanated from the golden magic circle, and it tightly imprisoned the golden short cone. No matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free.

A trace of pride flashed in Jiang Liu's eyes. Just as he was about to do something, a figure appeared out of thin air on the left side of his body. It was Shen Luo.

At this moment, he had returned to his original appearance, holding an ancient feather fan, and slapped Jiang Liu hard.

A loud phoenix cry went straight into the sky, and a five-color fire phoenix with a size of more than ten feet shot out from the five-fire fan and hit Jiang Liu who was very close.

Flames soaring into the sky erupted from the five-color fire phoenix, instantly flooding Jiang Liu's body and knocking him away.