Dragon and Tiger Taoist

Within the secret realm, a sacred mountain stands, exuding a faint Buddhist charm.

The little monk sat on the six-tusked white jade elephant and recited Buddhist scriptures quietly, while high in the sky he reunited the inexplicably broken claws of the roc. His eyes were fixed on the little monk. The eyes of the golden roc across the sea were full of fear. For a moment He didn't even dare to attack again.

Although it is ridiculous, it is very sure that the power that just tore off its claws is its own power. To be precise, it is its killing move, Peng King Shattering Golden Claw. It cannot misperceive that familiar power.

The two faced each other, and the atmosphere in the secret area became extremely dull for a while. Neither the little monk nor the cross-sea Jinpeng took action again.

On the other side, looking at this scene, a trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Chunyi's eyes. He did not understand the little monk's method just now.

But at this moment, with a cunning look in his eyes, staring at the little monk and speaking human words, Cross-Sea Jinpeng spoke.

"Little monk, I admit that your method is very strange, and it can actually hurt me, but I guess this method of leveraging strength should have strong limitations."

"Aren't you trying to stop me from eating people? Now let's see if you can do it! Stop me if you can."

With a strange smile, the golden roc across the sea vibrated its wings, transformed into a jet-black stream of light, and disappeared in an instant.

When it appeared again, it had already arrived on an island. It opened its mouth and swallowed the three immortal cultivators hiding here in one bite.

"Amitabha."

Seeing such a scene, the little monk closed his eyes in pain. At the same time, the shadow of the sacred mountain on his body also dimmed slightly.

The magical power is as immovable as a mountain and has unparalleled defense, but it requires immobility of the mind and body to achieve immobility. At this moment, the little monk's heart was a little confused.

Sensing such a change, Kuaihai Jinpeng showed a proud look on his face. He is a thief if he is too old to die. After following Zhang Tianze for such a long time, he has seen all kinds of people and has a sufficient understanding of human life. They It can create miracles, but sometimes it can hold back and hinder itself because of some boring or even ridiculous beliefs.

"Little monk, open your eyes and look carefully. They all died because of you."

The pure gold eyes reflected the deep darkness, and a twisted grimace was vaguely visible. His words were full of surliness, and the figure of Jinpeng across the sea disappeared again.

Ah, the shrill screams sounded. Facing the Cross-Sea Golden Roc, the other monks in the secret realm were no match at all. The Cross-Sea Golden Roc was not for pure killing, but for torture. It deliberately tortured those cultivators and instilled fear into them. them.

Facing such a cross-sea golden roc, the immortal cultivators in the secret realm were filled with despair.

"Little Master, please take action to stop this monster!"

"Little master, if you don't take action, we will die."

"Ah, it was this damn monk who killed us."

"You don't want to save me!"

The sounds of begging and cursing kept echoing in his ears, and the speed of chanting Buddhist sutras became faster and faster. Unknowingly, the young monk's heart became more and more chaotic.

"Bewitched."

Watching with a cold eye, Zhang Chunyi saw everything clearly.

The cross-sea Jinpeng used some kind of ability to confuse people's hearts. If it were just that, it wouldn't be able to do anything to the little monk. The little monk's immobility also had the effect of suppressing the mind, but it indirectly shook the little monk by bewitching those cultivators. The mind of a monk.

The magical power can block the bewitching power of the cross-sea golden roc for the little monk, but it cannot block the little monk's own confusion.

But at this moment, the golden light dimmed, the shadow of the sacred mountain suddenly disappeared, and the young monk's magical power of immobility was broken, because his heart was completely messed up.

"I believe in cause and effect, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded. Donor Peng, you are asking for your own death."

His face was full of coldness, without mercy. The center of his eyebrows glowed, and the shadow of a golden lotus was vaguely reflected. It entered the demonized state and locked onto the golden roc across the sea. The little monk pointed out, and in an instant, immeasurable light emerged.

Seeing such a scene, Cross-sea Jinpeng was not surprised but overjoyed.

The little monk's defense methods are indeed excellent, but his attack methods are very average. Although they are rare among people of the same level, they still can't deal with it.

"Little monk, whose evil are you talking about? Is it yours or the human race? I was born as a ghost, and it is natural for me to eat people. This is a truly great good."

He shouted in his mouth, but still did not give up on shaking the young monk's faith, and went upstream, facing the endless light, waving his wings like a knife, and slashed across the sea with the golden roc again.

The light of the sword was dark, but the light was bright. This time the darkness tore apart the light. I saw the darkest sword light going upstream, tearing open the light that seemed like a curtain of sky, and slashed directly towards the young monk.

Moo, looking at such a scene, he shook his nose, let out a long roar, and took a step forward. The body of the six-tusked white jade elephant bloomed with earthy yellow light, trying to block the knife.

However, compared to the previous immovable mountain, the Six-tusked White Jade Elephant's defense was much weaker at this time, and the young monk's mind had a flaw, and he was even more distracted by this knife, and for a while he could not make any effective move. response.

The sword's light was sharp, cold, and had the power to capture souls. The six-tusked white jade elephant's defense was directly cut through. After all, it only had four thousand years of cultivation.

Moo, the monster's body was torn apart, and the six-tusked white jade elephant let out a painful cry. It wanted to wake up the little monk, but the little monk's mind was captured, and now he fell deeper.

Seeing such a scene, the smile on Kuahai Jinpeng's face became more and more ferocious.

Transformed into a ghostly light, it was about to take advantage of the situation to kill the young monk, but at this moment, thunder exploded, and five colors of lightning intertwined, chopping down from the sky like a magic sword, washing away all evil spirits.

Feeling the mighty power of heaven, the Golden Roc across the sea instinctively felt a little fear. After transforming into a ghost, this power was too much to restrain it.

He cried loudly, folded his wings, and the ghost energy surged like a tide. He had no choice but to give up the good opportunity to seize the opportunity to pursue the victory, and the Jinpeng across the sea made a defensive posture.

With a rumble, the five-color thunder light bloomed, and the gloomy ghostly aura in the sky melted away like spring snow, and the figure of Jinpeng across the sea was completely submerged by the thunder light.

At this time, Zhang Chunyi's figure was also revealed, wearing a moon-sinking veil, his figure was hazy, like a fairy in the moon.

"Little monk, why don't you wake up?"

The power of the soul was stirring. Looking at the lost young monk, Zhang Chunyi spoke.

As soon as these words were spoken, the soul-capturing power of the cross-sea golden roc was broken, and the clear color returned to the young monk's eyes.

"Amitabha, thank you so much for your help."

Looking at Zhang Chunyi, with his hands clasped together, the young monk expressed his gratitude. Compared to before, his eyes were particularly clear at this moment, as if the brilliance had been washed away.

"You're welcome, little monk. Even if I don't take action, nothing will happen to you."

Facing the young monk's gaze, Zhang Chunyi spoke meaningfully.

After hearing this, the young monk recited the Buddha's name in a low voice without commenting.

At this moment, the five-color lightning was torn apart, and the ghostly mist filled the sky. A dark golden claw protruded from it and grabbed Zhang Chunyi.

"Is there another one who is not afraid of death?"

The words were sharp and full of ferociousness, blocking the five thunders from striking the top. He once again used Peng King's golden claws, and the golden roc across the sea wanted to crush Zhang Chunyi.

Covered by the shadow of death, his whole body seemed to be trapped in a quagmire from which he could not escape. Zhang Chunyi's expression remained calm, and the same was true for the little monk.