Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

Suddenly, "ghost king" turned his head and looked at Feng Yimo: "come out, I know you're here!"

When Lingxiao Jieli suddenly appeared, the low-level friars of LingXiao palace didn't know what had happened, and they were at a loss. All the high-level buildings of LingXiao palace turned pale and appeared in the air. While bearing the pressure of Jieli, they looked at the place where Jieli concentrated.

"Grand master, this, this is..." An elder's face showed a look of panic and stammered.

LingXiao palace, located in the center of the hinterland of Lingxiao Kingdom, is a group of palaces in the air. It is densely packed with 100000 palaces. The vitality of the palaces is lingering around, the cranes are flying, and the Lingquan springs are falling from the sky. It is a kind of celestial atmosphere.

Shen Chengzi, the Grand Master of the palace, said in a solemn voice: "it seems that there is a great power coming, which causes the power of the world. It's not a good thing. Inform the whole world to be on guard. Haven't elder Lingxi arrived yet? "

"Report back to the palace master, elder Lingxi is on his way. He will arrive in two hours!" An elder replied.

"Inform him not to come back, and ask Xuanshui Sanren and others to lead a hundred ransacking elders to meet him and go to the place of the incident together!" Shen Chengzi thought for a moment, then said.

“…… Yes

Elder Lingxi just came out of the teleportation array of tianwu branch and received the message. He was surprised. Although he also found the abnormality of Jieli, he didn't pay much attention to it. However, when he saw that the palace master asked Xuanshui Sanren and other real fairies on the land to send orders to 100 elders to cross the robbery period, he realized that the situation was serious. Did something important happen?

Since he didn't want to go back, he had to wait. Fortunately, after an hour, elder Lingxi saw Xuanshui Sanren, Puyang daozun and Tiantong fairy. He was even more shocked. What was the matter? He needed to use the three land fairy?

"I've seen Xuanshui Sanren, Puyang daozun and Tiantong fairy." Elder Lingxi hurriedly came forward to see the ceremony. Xuanshui Sanren waved his hand: "there's no need to be polite. Let's talk as we walk!"

Feng Yimo's heart trembles and his mouth grins bitterly. He is not sure about the "ghost king". He can't help regretting that he brought lian'er and Liu ruomei with him. If he dies, the second part will be hard to escape. They can only live in Xumi bracelets all the time.

Just as he was about to show his figure, a Buddha's name came from a distance behind him: "Amitabha, I didn't expect to see the ghost king of Asura family in the netherworld here, but isn't Asura very beautiful, why are you so ugly?"

The speaker is a young and unworthy monk. He blinks his big eyes and stares at the "ghost king". His bright head seems to be shining with halo, illuminating and blocking the dead air around him.

Feng Yimo didn't dare to move, but there was a huge wave in his heart. Because the distance was so close, he didn't find the little monk from beginning to end. Moreover, he found that he couldn't see through the little monk's cultivation. If he was not too profound, he concealed his cultivation with some treasure.

"Ghost king" seems to be surprised. In front of him, the young monk recognizes himself. A stream of black smoke rises from his body. When the black smoke dissipates, a very handsome man appears. He is dignified and charming.

"Amitabha, that's right. Benefactor, it's more than ten thousand times better than the previous ugly face The little monk laughed and caressed his hands.

"Hum, don't you Buddhists pay attention to emptiness? Why do you pay so much attention to appearance? Aren't red pink skeletons a pair of smelly skins?" "Ghost king" discontented cold hum way.

"Hee hee, I'm not the same as others. I like to see beautiful ones very much. I'd like to introduce myself. I'm a good monk. What's your name, Asura? " The little monk was not afraid of the ghost king of Asura, and asked with a smile.

"My king gule, little monk, are you not afraid of me?" The ghost king of Asura was interested in the little monk's good way and asked.

"What's so terrible? You look so beautiful. I want to see more. By the way, gule, what are you doing here? You can't just go sightseeing, can you Asked the little monk.

"Where will I go and when will I need you as a little monk? Besides, Lingxiao world is not your Buddha world. What do you want to do here? " Asked gule, king of Shura.

"Amitabha, monks don't lie. The purpose of the monk is the same as the benefactor!" The little monk said with a low brow. After listening to Feng Yimo, he almost didn't make a sound. The little monk was extremely cunning, and he didn't say anything.

Asura ghost king looked at Shandao with a sneer and said: "you are worthy of being able to speak Shandao. You should delay your time and wait for your companion. It's OK, so that we don't have to work hard to clean up all at once. Jie Jie, it's a rare delicacy!"

The little monk was kind, smiling and fearless. He sat cross legged and uttered a low voice of Scripture in his mouth.

Feng Yimo heard it clearly. It was the Prajna Vajra Sutra that he had just practiced. Although the voice of the good way was very low, every word and every sentence was clearly introduced into his ears. Before that, some uncertain places suddenly became clear. The Prajna Vajra Sutra in his body could not help running. He was scared to contain it. If he revealed his whereabouts, no matter how small it was Monk Shandao or Shura King gule are not rivals.Well, no, little Feng Yimo found that the scriptures from the mouth of the little monk Shandao were bound into a line and spread to the distance. It turned out that he informed other Buddhists in this way to rush here.

In the supreme Buddha Dharma, there is a magic power that transmits sound for thousands of miles. Is it not the one in front of you? To be able to cultivate the supernatural power to the essence is the principle of Tao. Since the young monk has cultivated the principle of Tao, he is not an ordinary Buddhist practice!

Within half an hour, a piece of red light appeared in the gray dead air smoke in the distance, and then the dignified Buddha name came, and the light of the Buddha flourished. The ghosts that had spilled from the vortex were illuminated by the Golden Buddha light, and suddenly disappeared with a scream.

Soon, a red cloud appeared. There were 1300 bald monks sitting on it. Among them, there were 52 Buddhists who breathed robbery!

"Amitabha, dingguang, Dingshan and Dingxin are leading the disciples to come late. I hope you will forgive me!" Dingguang, the leader of the three, saluted the little monk.

If elder Lingxi was at the scene, he would be startled. Dingguang and Dingxin were already monks in the later stage of the robbery. So is the good way they called Uncle Dixian?

Without seeing how the little monk Shandao acted, he came to all the monks, turned his head, looked at the handsome king gule of Asura, and said, "our people are here, you can start to eat!"