Above the Immortal Cultivation

The golden light exploded, and the clouds evaporated and the mist disappeared.

"snort!"

Shazhi snorted coldly. It seemed that the monk had died in her golden net, but she knew that there was nothing in the golden net, and all that exploded was air.

Immediately, she resembled the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara, with countless hands playing the lyre at the same time.

"ding ding ding ding"

"Zhengzhengzhengzheng"

"Gonggonggonggong"

"Ding dong ding dong"

"Dang Dang Dang Dang"

...

Like a sudden rainstorm, like a rushing torrent, like swords striking each other, like bursts of thunder...

Strong winds and rain, various musical notes flowed out "swissing", and golden wind blades all over the sky were flying wildly within a radius of ten miles. The entire space was filled with brilliant golden light, and under the cutting of the extremely sharp golden wind blades, Down, "bang bang bang bang bang", the air screamed and the whole space was shattered.

In an instant, hundreds of space vortexes appeared one after another, and hundreds of space cracks loomed, which lasted for a whole meal. When the last note exploded with a thunderous "dong" sound.

All the space whirlpools and space cracks were like the sun of doomsday, burning completely in the extreme, exploding with a "bang", and the violent golden wind blade disappeared.

Such a violent strangulation of space is exactly the Zhikong Sutra of Donghuang Zhijinmen. When the "Kongkong Sutra" is practiced to the highest level, it can cause the entire space to become chaotic and annihilated in a blink of an eye, and everything in the space will also be destroyed. Then it disappeared into ashes.

At this time, Shazhi was sitting upright, her face even more livid. She understood that the monk was still alive.

It's just that his speed is too fast and his movement is too weird. Not only that, his consciousness and spiritual sense are also extremely superb. He avoids cracks in various spaces when they are formed like a fish, and he is like a piece of golden wind blade in the sky. The fallen leaves are wandering around, always finding the weakest point of the golden wind blade.

At the same time, those space vortexes were like decorations to him, and he avoided them with a flash. Unless the ten-mile radius completely turned into a space crack or a space vortex, he would have nowhere to hide.

However, with her current cultivation level and attainment of the "Kongweaver Sutra", she is still far from reaching that level.

She raised all her magic power, unfolded all her consciousness, and stared at the terrifying opponent who had not yet appeared in the darkness, waiting for the final blow after he appeared.

Just then:

"Hehe, my husband's movements must be fast enough."

The monk suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the cliff that had been cut off by the golden wind blade and was a hundred feet shorter, with a playful smile on his face.

Saori didn't respond to her, she just knelt half-kneeling in the void with her palms facing up, as if welcoming something to come.

The layers of white clouds in the sky suddenly changed. A ray of golden light broke through the thick clouds and shone on the palm of her hand. Soon the golden light continued to grow in size, and a golden lyre, exactly the same size as the one in front of her, appeared.

The lyre flashed down and came to her hand. She seemed to be holding a big mountain. Her hands were trembling but still as steady as a mountain, and she placed the transformed golden lyre on the lyre perfectly.

When the shadow and the lyre were completely integrated, the entire space seemed to be unable to withstand the huge force, and vibrated several times with a "clang".

Seeing this, Monk Maitreya's eyelids jumped. He said "Hey" and a red and black halo enveloped him.

Shazhi did not look at the monk. She closed her eyes and pointed her green finger towards the lyre.

A silent wave of air spread far away, and at the same time, a bit of golden light suddenly appeared on the strings. There was a "dang" sound, and golden light, red and black lights shone. The monk staggered his body at great speed, but was still caught by the golden little The flesh and blood on his waist was scratched open, and blood was pouring out.

He tapped lightly on his waist to stop the bleeding.

He finally failed to escape, which meant that he was about to show his true skills.

The yarn is like a fairy in a piano, filled with golden light, descending from the mortal world, exuding such majesty from the sky that people dare not look directly at it.

The monk made no further remarks.

He stamped one foot, and black light poured out from behind him. It changed rapidly. A tall phantom of a black monk who was filled with compassion and weeping appeared behind him. Immediately, red light shone, and the phantom of a cheerful monk seemed to radiate endless energy. Joy and black monk become one.

"call......"

Two different faces appeared on the face of the phantom monk. The monk's upper body was black and his lower body was bright red. He kept turning his neck, and his red face and black face flickered.

"Hahahahaha", the Maitreya monk suddenly laughed like crazy; "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, you guys.

"Hahahaha, wuwuwuwu..." The two voices kept switching and soon blended together, forming an extremely weird and creepy sound.

"Demons and ghosts, if you dare to run wild, melt them away!" The monk screamed wildly in joy and sorrow.

Shazhi frowned, a trace of heart palpitations surged into her heart for no reason, and she quickly tapped the lyre with her hands.

Hundreds of gold dots instantly filled the surroundings of Maitreya monk, like stars blooming with golden light.

"burst!"

As soon as the word "explosion" came out, the void where the monk was was melted away in the golden light, and a dark space vortex appeared, swallowing up all the space fragments.

"call......"

A gust of mountain wind blew by, the black vortex disappeared, and the dissolved space returned to its original appearance.

However, Saori, who was concentrating, didn't know that Monk Maitreya was standing behind her with a smile and tears.

Suddenly, panic surged through her body, and she suddenly turned her head...

"ah!"

A shocking scream of terror pierced the clouds, echoed across the heaven and earth, and lingered for a long time.

Half a day later, Tai Qingyu came to the cliff where Shazhi and Monk Maitreya were fighting. She looked at the clouds and mist blown by the mountain wind, and said in a voice that she could hear in confusion: "The sound comes from here, why are you looking for it?" Not even a trace?"

Suddenly, she looked at her feet and understood everything.

The entire cliff was completely shattered, and she unconsciously followed the new mountain road to the bottom of Qianzhang Mountain.

The gravel is jagged and piled up in a messy manner.

However, she still saw a piece of yellow cloth the size of a finger among the rubble. Her eyes froze, panic arose in her heart for no apparent reason, and she quickly left this place of right and wrong.

In a cave isolated by the formation three hundred miles away, the beautiful and fragrant yarn has turned into a beautiful and withered skeleton. The excited Maitreya monk kept spinning around her bones. , as if he was overcome with sadness, he knelt down in front of the bones, held them in his hands, cried sadly, and choked with sobs: "I have long advised you not to go against me. Look, I will send you to the Paradise of Paradise. How can you bear to leave me alone in this world? I will be helpless in the future, wuwuwu, I have to find you a companion to prevent you from being lonely there. "

"Haha, light rain, the rain falls gently, and it falls on my dusty heart... I guess her Tianyi Lan tastes better, unlike you, a weird lyre, which almost... My husband’s teeth were shattered.”

Monk Maitreya nodded to himself in the affirmative. His mind was filled with Tai Qingyu's incomparable beauty, and there was no hint of sadness.

In the Zen Buddhism of Sadness and Joy, sadness and joy are mixed, and the transition between sadness and happiness is instantaneous. Therefore, they possess body skills that are extremely rare in the world. The more they can continuously change between great sorrow and great joy, the faster their body skills will be.

It can be said that it is close enough to be comparable to Feng Zhiyi, or even surpass it.

Monk Maitreya, who calls himself Monk Flower, is not only well versed in the path of sorrow and joy, but also has mastered the peerless body skills of the Zen Buddhism of sorrow and joy. He also possesses the unparalleled devouring spiritual root among the mutated spiritual roots. However, his devouring spiritual root is not complete, only Can swallow the spiritual roots of the opposite sex.

Only by constantly devouring the powerful spiritual roots and mysterious phenomena of the opposite sex can he completely perfect his devouring spiritual roots.

Once his spiritual roots are perfected, he will swallow heaven and earth, cultivate the body of chaos among the ten divine bodies, and achieve the supreme body.

Alas, the road is still long, and the incomplete devouring of spiritual roots has become his biggest regret in this life.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but cry loudly while holding Shaori's withered bones.

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