Ferry Spirit Saga

At the same time, the incense burner even cracked a gap, and the recovery complexion changed and retreated two steps step by step!

Here!

Ridiculous, that's ridiculous!

Fuyuan just noticed fear from these two words of Xu Xian!

The three incense of Tianxiang mountain burn together. Once it is successfully displayed, even the dust must be recognized. But the man in front of him, his name makes the censer unable to carry!

"Impossible! You're just expanding the sea!" Fuyuan's uneasiness became more and more obvious. Xu Xian was like an immortal Xiaoqiang. No matter how he attacked, he was not dead, but more and more powerful.

As soon as Fuyuan patted the eyebrows, he offered three drops of blood. The blood with the power of transforming dust, even if it is not blood essence, is enough to crush and expand the sea!

At the moment, the three drops of blood fell into the three incense sticks in the center of the eyebrows. In an instant, the three incense sticks turned red and the surrounding cut tobacco burned a trace of scarlet.

"I'm guided by the mood of transforming dust, so I don't believe it can't defeat the cause and effect of a child expanding the sea!" behind the recovery, the three incense sticks are almost substantive. The first incense stick forms a body, the second incense stick forms a soul, the cut tobacco of the third incense stick falls, and the face of the body gradually appears, which is the appearance of Xu Xian!

Xu Xian's body suddenly stopped. For a moment, cut tobacco came out of Xu Xian's mouth and nose. At the moment, Xu Xian was entangled and wrapped slowly. There was only the position of his eyes. The golden light and black flame seemed to support the last trace.

Once her eyes were completely covered with cut tobacco, Xu Xian disappeared from this time, and no one could pursue it.

Fuyuan sneered and waved. Over him, a slowly rotating channel appeared. There were countless light spots. These light spots were large and small. The large ones were like the bright sun hanging in the air, and the small ones were like the fly of rice. These were the causes and effects of all sentient beings. Since their birth, they were convenient for the connection between heaven and earth.

The old man's hand engraved two words at one point!

Xu Xian!

A flash of light, after this light... Empty.

"Impossible! The cause and effect of all sentient beings lies here. Why, without your life!"

Fuyuan looked at the empty vortex, unbelievable, impossible! Even a piece of grass and a grain of sand have a causal fate. It is clear that the young man is in great luck. The cause and effect of such a person must be terrible, but why can't he find his life at all?

At this moment, Xu Xian's eyes twined with cut tobacco suddenly opened, and a phoenix roared through the sky. The cut tobacco around him was burning a little bit of the black flame.

Fuyuan didn't continue to look for his soul, but cut away in a moment with the right formula. This son is strange and the artistic conception power that Huachen can be most proud of seems to have lost its effect on this person. It's better to shock him here with strong strength!

"Mountain..."

An old voice sighed. Xu Xian was entangled by cut tobacco and it was difficult to get away. The hard stone was also shocked by Xu Xian's performance. So far, it is difficult to smooth the gap between the sea and the dust.

"Hard stone! If you do it today, I will drive you out of your wits!" the voice of recovery rolled away, and the strong breath rolled away.

"The old man's life should have died long ago. If he didn't want to give up the mountain, it would be best to return to the dust." the voice of the hard stone was old and weak, but he still had a kind of confidence in the face of the great power of transforming dust.

The surrounding sea expansion friars have long entered the Yongfeng city. Although many of them have seen the hard stone hand, they can fight against the Huachen power on the front of the hard stone for the first time.

The whole Yongfeng City trembled, and the long ancient sound was dull and thick.

"Hum..."

This sound makes people tremble. It is the anger of the thick earth and the roar of the mountains and valleys!

"Zhenshan."

The rock hummed, and the whole mountain range continued to impact. The cut tobacco around Fuyuan was constantly shaken and collapsed. Even Fuyuan itself took a step back.

"The power of mountain soul is amazing, and all this will belong to me today!" when Fuyuan stepped on his foot, the mountain under him was directly flattened, and all the crushed rocks rose up at the moment. This is a mountain held up by Fuyuan out of thin air and smashed at the huge bird statue in the distance!

Fall!

An invisible hand stopped and threw it away, and the power crashed into several peaks.

"You're hurt. Today you're killing yourself." Fuyuan has noticed something wrong with the hard stone. The blow looks fierce, but it's actually strong support. It seems that this is right. The hard stone is indeed hurt, and it's a dying injury.

"I've long lost my life. Take this last blow."

Then the body of the hard stone suddenly appeared on the top of the bird statue. Everyone was surprised to see the hard stone at the moment.

With white hair, dusk and lingering death, just one year, hard rock suddenly came to this step. The reason why the wind and the moon don't know. Maybe only hard rock knows this secret.

Known as the rock of Yongfeng city and the legendary figure who can fight and turn dust, he has finally reached his twilight years.

Fuyuan stood in the air and looked at the hard stone. Although he opposed it, he still had some admiration for him. No matter what means a sea expanding friar can compete with the dust, he can be called a legend.

"Hard stone... If you were born in the holy land of the dynasty, maybe you have already turned into dust, but today, you will never have a chance."

After the sentence of recovery, behind him, three sticks of cigarette silk wound like three huge fingers, covering them, and the hard stone's eyes swept away one by one.

Huabao and Master Lu subconsciously avoided their eyes. Although stubborn stone looked at the dying man, the light in their eyes still made them nervous.

Feng Wuyue closed his teeth and clenched his fists. His eyes were sad and unwilling.

The hard stone shook his head and smiled at him.

"Mountain."

Hard stone just whispered the word.

"Hum..."

The old and sad and dreary sound spread. It was the first time that people could see with their naked eyes that a shadow appeared in the Yongfeng mountain, covering the whole mountain. It was vaguely a human shape. With the emergence of the shadow, the whole mountain, whether monks or mortals, including all flying insects and animals, felt an inexplicable shock and kindness at the moment.

This is the mountain soul of Yongfeng mountain. Many lives born in Yongfeng mountain are crawling on the ground and echoing, like war songs and laments

This is the mountain soul that protects Yongfeng mountain from being ravaged by demons. It has great kindness to all people, all lives, flowers and plants and an inch of land in Yongfeng mountain.

At the moment, people finally saw that the face of the mountain soul was the old man sitting on the bird statue!

Seeing this scene, Fuyuan was shocked!

It turns out that the mountain soul of Yongfeng mountain is actually hard rock!

"This... How is this possible..."

"The mountain soul of Yongfeng mountain... Is hard rock..."

At the moment, all friars are hit hard on their chest like a sledgehammer. If the hard rock is the mountain soul, they are blessed by the spirit of Yongfeng mountain and hurt the hard rock

Monks pay attention to the ruthlessness of the road and cut off their emotions. It is normal for ruthless people to shoot people around them everywhere.

But it was so. They really learned the truth and still felt a huge shock at the bottom of their heart. It was like strangling their throat. This matter has become a demon.

The mountain soul waved his huge fist and bombarded away with the three incense sticks.

Boom

The heaven and earth changed color, and the mountains and rivers were flattened by this breath. At the moment, two of the three incense in the sky were broken, the Fuyuan mouth vomited blood and retreated awkwardly, and the mountain soul dissipated slowly.

On the Bird Statue, the hard stone's eyes finally stopped on Xu Xian. Now Xu Xian has faded most of the cut tobacco.

The soles of the hard stone began to petrify and extend upward little by little.