I Honor

The Battle

With the top of the small mountain as the core, the gravel is like a dragon, covering the sky and the sun, rolling into the sky in circles, as if the most terrifying sandstorm is coming.

And in the swirling hurricane of sand, there are faint black shadows, they are twisted, shapeless, dark, and screaming shrill, they keep rushing towards the peak.

This is exactly the “Evil Ghost Killing” of the “Eighteen Beats of the Wronged Soul” that the crying old man used the Kuangsha magic skill to mobilize.

At the foot of the mountain, the green oasis withered quickly under the flying “sand” and stones, and the ground was bleak yellow, as if the water had been drained. The cattle and sheep herdsmen all stood in place, their skin and muscles were dehydrated inch by inch, and there were faint black shadows coming from them. They flew out of their bodies and threw themselves at the “evil ghosts” on the peak.

This terrifying scene did not stop at the hills and nearby oases, but spread to a radius of hundreds of miles, trying to drain the souls of all living beings and wither the entire earth.

Outside the quicksand collection, the windy sand is shrouded, and the normal soil is dry and cracked, extending from the direction of the hill to the collection, and then to the area behind.

In the episode, pedestrians froze one after another, their movements were slow, their skin was shriveled, and there were dark shadows struggling to get out of their bodies.

The wind and sand hit the outside of the “No. 1 House in Hanhai”, making dense crackling noises, which made the seemingly dilapidated inn shake and creak. It seemed that it would soon lose its moisture and turn into powder. collapsed to the ground.

But inside the inn, the tables and tables of guests were like the herdsmen outside, becoming sluggish and about to lose their souls.

Qu Jiuniang stood up at once, with her brows upside down, and shouted loudly: “I’m not dead, be careful of God’s punishment, the inn where the old lady gave birth to a son without an asshole invited you to provoke you!”

Following her cold scolding, it seemed as if a cold wind was blowing in the inn. The guests who dined and stayed there shivered and woke up, looking at each other, full of fear. There were no signs of dehydration, but it was still shaking and creaking under the wind and sand.

“Grandmaster-level duels are terrible,” the sapphire-eyed Shake muttered to himself. This place is dozens of miles away from the duel, and he and others were almost sucked out of their souls. If there was not the mysterious Qu Jiuniang, I’m afraid I can’t escape this catastrophe.

The Shake leader with a scimitar on his waist said fearfully: “Normal grandmasters will constrict the range of influence in a fight, so that it is easier to concentrate their power, but the crying old man is an exception. The more souls he absorbs, the more powerful his evil spirits will be. , damn unlucky”

They are horse bandits from the Hanhai Gobi, and they surrendered to the “Hanhai Evil Knife”, Ze Luoju, and they have a certain understanding of the Eighteen Beats of Wounded Souls.

“Boss, do we have to believe in Buddhism and resolve our sins so that we don’t always encounter such bad things?”

“Believe in your mother’s Buddha”

Meng Qi, who had just walked to the center of the quicksand, had a dark golden skin that locked his body and soul. He looked like an arhat, but the dark golden luster became increasingly dim, like a candle in a strong wind that would go out at any time.

He gritted his teeth and persisted, trying his best to concentrate, only now did he know that the power of the peak of the outdoor scene was as terrifying as a natural disaster

On the top of the small mountain, Xuan Bei plucked the dark gold rosary and chanted sutras in a low voice. The glazed rays of light emanated from his hands, setting off most of the peak like a pure land of Buddhism.

With the clapping of the crying old man, the grievances rushed in one after another, like a torrential black stream, screaming and disappearing on the glazed light from time to time, biting the glazed light to pieces from time to time.

Xuan Bei was neither happy nor angry, calm and unhurried, just looking at the crying old man, his voice seemed to echo in his heart:

“Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of divine skills and chose the Moke Fumo Fist that lacks important scriptures?”

The weeping old man focused his eyes, raised his right palm, and pushed his left palm, and the wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the grievances became more invisible and substanceless, as ifIt seems to be walking between yin and yang, making it impossible for people to resist.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, a bead on the bead turned from dark gold to pitch black, and then he punched it out.

This punch seemed to fill the sky and the earth, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, free from dust.

His body was shrouded in golden light, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the peak, and a hazy void appeared behind him.

In the void, ferocious ghosts and ghosts surrounded a golden lotus platform with serene expressions. On the lotus platform sat a Bodhisattva with a face full of compassion and pity for the world. He held the breath of life and death in his palm, like a black and white changing. The wheel treasure contains the great secrets of the heavens, the profound truths of life and death.

The face of this bodhisattva changed indistinctly, and finally reached the peak with Xuan Bei’s fist, revealing the same appearance as him, only one is melancholy and heavy, the other is compassionate and solemn

The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, and the sound of cloud and thunder echoed in the void:

“After today, in hundreds of billions of kalpas, there should be worlds, all hells, and the three evil ways, all sinful and suffering beings. I vow to save all beings from the hells, animals, hungry ghosts, and people who have retribution for their sins. Buddha actually, then I will become enlightened.”

“If the hell is not empty, you will not become a Buddha; if all sentient beings are saved, you will realize Bodhi.”

Zen sounds burst out, the Buddha’s light was released, and the evil ghosts and ghosts that came came faded away their ferocious hatred, their faces appeared peaceful, and disappeared into the sky.

The wind and sand are stagnant, and there are sutras and Buddha’s chant at the foot of the mountain. The clumps of withered dry grass gradually turn green, and the undercurrent is ding-dong. .

The parched land was stable again, and passers-by who lost their souls on the quicksand set left the “hell” one after another, dazed and scared.

Inside the inn, the cursing Qu Jiuniang showed surprise on her face, and whispered to herself: “There is really someone who has practiced the Moke Fumo Fist to such an extent.”

Under the breath of life and the light of the glazed Buddha, the precarious Meng Qi finally got rid of the influence of “Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls”, and the dark gold flowing on his skin was no longer dim, but became pure again.

Seeing the scenes and things in front of him walking around between life and death, Meng Qi couldn’t help thinking in astonishment: “I’m afraid this is already a trick of the gods.”

Moko Fumo Fist, Studying the Cycle of Life and Death

The weeping old man’s move was broken, he raised his head and screamed, his voice penetrated into the sky, piercing his body and soul, just like the ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell came to the world.

Black air rose around him, as if the hell was wide open, and the ghosts were out of control.

Then, he shook the sky with one palm, and slapped it down from the head. The “Gate of Ghosts Closes” in “Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls”

Xuan Bei and the Bodhisattva behind him are still melancholy and compassionate, and the fists seem to be clenched, and they strike again, the Moke Fumo Fist “saves all living beings”

Meng Qi looked back, and saw that the hill was surrounded by vast gravel, and the black air and Buddha lights were constantly intertwined, and it seemed that it was impossible to tell the winner.

He knew that with his own strength, not to mention helping the master, he might not be able to do it even close to the mountain, and it would become a burden instead. It would lead to death, so he temporarily gave up his plan of “escaping from Shaolin” and prepared to return to the inn to meet his junior brother.

Under normal circumstances, I don’t feel guilty about running away, but this time the situation is special, I have a deep friendship with my junior brother, how can I not help

Moreover, what Meng Qi didn’t want to admit in his heart was very clear, if there were other enemies, if the crying old man had the upper hand again, and the nightmare scene of dehydration and soul-stirring reappeared, then the inn would be the safest place After all, there is Qu Jiuniang who is suspected of being on location.

Meng Qi had to admit that seeking protection and helping his junior were the same, each accounted for half of the reasons for returning to the inn.

Just as he turned around, his eyes suddenly froze and his pupils shrank sharply, because on the windy street, there was a man with a strange appearance standing opposite him.

He was wearing a black burqa that looked like a Shake, with white hair, but a young face, like a young man in his twenties and thirties. The comparison between the two made people feel frightened.

“An Guoxie” Meng Qi called out his name in a low voice, and ran away without turning his head.

In this case, running away with the back is purely showing a real gap, giving away the vital points of the vest.

An Guoxie, “White-headed Vulture”, grandson of the crying old man, a master with all nine orifices, No. 36 on the list, I don’t know how much better than myself

An Guoxie’s face is thin, with protruding edges and corners, but it does not have a bit of exotic beauty. With a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, he jokingly said: “My luck is good. I bumped into one directly. I am not afraid of being punished by the ancestors. gone.”

He didn’t pay attention to an opponent who hadn’t realized it at all, and he felt like he was playing cat and mouse.

While speaking, he pounced forward like a vulture, pushed his palms, and the wind from his palms was so hot that Meng Qi almost seemed to be trapped in the depths of the desert. His breathing was difficult, his skin was dry, his body was dehydrated, and his strength was lacking.

Although he failed to learn the “Eighteen Beats of the Injustice”, the Kuangsha Magical Art has already entered the room

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