Immortal Martial Venerable

This skill of glare and shadow is very wonderful, not only can project the image into the inner world of the old turtle, but also transmit the sound.

In ancient times, this glare and shadow technique was just a very common technique, but in today's world, it can be regarded as a profound technique.

As for Gu Fei, he had never seen such a technique before.

"Since he can sacrifice the inner world with the spirit veins of the earth, then we can do it too!" Gu Fei stared at the mysterious little monk in the glare mirror on the lake, and suddenly said such words to the old turtle. Novel chapters are updated the fastest

"That vicious little bald donkey has already taken over there, where do we still have a chance?" The old turtle naturally knew what Gu Fei wanted to do, but the little monk was guarding there, and the old turtle couldn't help but make a fuss.

If his cultivation was restored to one-tenth, or even one-hundredth of what it was at the peak, he would be able to crush that wicked little monk to death with one hand.

But it's a pity that even on the Lingshan Mountain, occupying the largest and most aura of the spirit veins in the Lingshan Mountain, after several years of cultivation, his cultivation base has not yet reached the realm of a fairy god.

Lao Gui's strength at this time is only at the peak of a demigod. With his inner strength, his strength should be comparable to the legendary fairy god. "Fiction" novel chapters are updated the fastest

However, it was obvious that the pink and tender little monk who walked out of the tomb of the Lord Buddha was better than the old turtle. Perhaps, that little monk was already a first-class god and Buddha.

Gu Fei looked at the side of the lake like a mirror showing the glare of the image, and said indifferently: "The little monk just dominates the void on the ground, but underground... hehe!"

In the image above the lake, the little monk was lowering the shrine in the sky, and the pillar of fire continued to explode, and it sank hundreds of feet in just a moment.

The rumbling sound shook the heavens and the earth, and the hazy buddhist land where the little monk lived showed signs of materialization, and began to change between reality and reality.

This is not a good phenomenon. If the little monk is allowed to continuously absorb the aura of the earth's fire veins, the little monk's inner world may really turn from virtual to real, and re-form a real inner world.

At that time, the old turtle will no longer be the opponent of the mysterious little monk.

The inner world of the mysterious little monk is shrouded in the sky above the fire veins of the earth, and every inch of space is surrounded by peaceful Buddha light. As long as someone enters the Buddha light, the little monk will immediately feel it.

But underground,

The ground is the fire vein of the earth, even the little monk's inner heaven and earth power, it is difficult to penetrate it, and it is blocked by the extremely huge air of the earth fire.

"Smelly boy, that's very good. In the worst case, we'll be dead. Even if we don't get it, we must not let that little monk take advantage of it." Hearing this, the old turtle's eyes lit up, and he said grimly.

Gu Fei couldn't help shivering when he heard the old turtle's words. This old turtle...it seems that he really hates that seemingly innocent little monk! He sensed that something bad was about to happen.

On a dark and windy night, in the endless snow-capped mountains of the Northland, a huge pillar of fire stood between the sky and the earth. An ancient temple shrouded in sunlight and shining with divine light was suppressing the huge pillar of fire.

, the wind and cloud changed color, the wind and fire raged, a Buddha land within a hundred miles, sprinkled endless and peaceful Buddha light, and below, the flames like fire dragons kept rushing into that Buddha land, and then directly turned into the most primitive aura, blended into it. To that side of heaven and earth.

That is the Buddha's world. In the center of the world, there is a young monk sitting cross-legged with a purple gold bowl in his hand. In the whole world, flowers are falling from the sky and golden lotuses are gushing from the ground, giving people an infinite and peaceful atmosphere.

The light of Buddha, the light of fire, and the glow of the sun constitute an unimaginable spectacle between the heaven and the earth. In the mountains, although countless monks were affected by the fireball when the earth's fire erupted, and they were killed or injured, they still did not die. willing to leave.

Hundreds of miles away around the fire veins of the earth, monks can still be seen, and above the sky, those big figures who can fly in the sky are also watching.

From time to time, you can see the escaping light like a divine rainbow flashing in the clouds.

Among the white clouds, an ancient altar is looming, and its power is as terrifying and heavy as the ancient sacred mountain. On it, a group of Taoist priests stand with immortal demeanor.

Among this group of Taoists, there is the white-white figure who looks like an old fairy, and there is also a middle-aged Taoist with black shoulders and exquisite bones.

The person standing in the front is not Taoist Xuantian, the head of the Taixuan Sect, but the one with a face that is plump and rosy like a baby, but the other has high cheekbones and sunken eye sockets, as if a piece of human skin had been draped over a skeleton. .

, the only demigod-level unrivaled master who appeared on the scene among the three Daomen turned out to be a senior expert from the Taixuanmen.

Even Taoist Xuantian, the seven branches, all stood behind Taoist Kurong, not daring to be slighted.

Taoist Kurong quietly looked at the hazy void shrouded by the Buddha's light in front of him, and Kurong's clear face was as calm as water without any fluctuations.

On the altar, everyone has the cultivation base of Yuxu realm, and if they are released, they are all big figures who are enough to establish a school in the cultivation world.

However, no one knows whether this is the true strength of Taixuanmen. Taixuanmen has been in the cultivation world for five or six thousand years, and no one knows its background.

The Three Daomen, in the cultivation world, can already be regarded as ancient sects. They have been passed down for thousands of years, and they have stood upright in the cultivation world for thousands of years. It is not luck, but the real strength.

In the void in several other directions, there are also clouds floating. Those clouds show no signs of moving, just like white jade embedded in the night sky.

Needless to say, there are powerful monks hidden in every group of clouds. The dark magic cloud in the north is the most conspicuous. There, the ghosts collide with each other, revealing a palpitating demonic aura.

In the south, there is a demonic aura soaring into the sky, a cloud of demons covering the sky, suspended above the sky, with countless big demons coming in and out, it is very lively.

Among the demon clouds, on the broad back of a colorful divine bird, stood two figures, one was a beautiful woman in a purple dress, like a nine-day fairy descending from the world, while the other was a woman in five A middle-aged man with golden claws and a yellow robe, not angry and arrogant.

"Father, what is the origin of that little monk?" The clear and pleasant voice sounded, and the girl standing beside the middle-aged man in yellow robe said.

The eyes of the middle-aged man seemed to penetrate the void, see through everything, see through everything, but at this moment, he frowned and pondered for a long time.

Finally, he said: "Although those old guys in the Western Buddhism rarely come out of the Western Buddhist land, they have never heard of such a powerful existence."

This middle-aged man was exactly that, with his knowledge, he did not see the origin of the young monk, let alone other people.

The beautiful girl in purple didn't speak anymore, but she was extremely shocked in her heart. You must know that her father is the demon lord Huang Long, the only dragon clan remaining on the Tenglong Continent.

The Dragon Clan has an almost endless lifespan, and the demon lord Huang Long has been in the cultivation world of Tenglong Continent for thousands of years. He is definitely an antique-level figure.

He couldn't even see the origin of the little monk, but he had to shock the girl inexplicably.

In the demon cloud, from time to time, there are big monsters with a demonic aura, but all the big monsters obey the orders of the demon master Huang Long, and dare not be presumptuous.

All the strong men above the sky were watching, and no one acted rashly. The mysterious little monk who came out of the Lord Buddha's tomb stopped everyone.

"Shua!", "Shua!", "Shua!"

Three old monks with white beards and eyebrows, wearing moon-white monk robes, appeared above the western sky.

"Is he really the ancestor?" One of the old monks with long snow-white eyebrows murmured as he stared at the illusory world in front of him with a pair of cloudy old eyes.

"As the only surviving elders of Buddhism, you and I should know the secrets passed down orally from generation to generation in Western Buddhism." Said another old monk with a wrinkled face, but full of energy, as if full of endless energy.

This old monk is old, but his voice is like a bell, and he is tall. Under the moon-white monk's robe, you can see the strong muscles protruding.

"In the tomb of Lord Buddha, it is not Lord Buddha who is buried, but him!" said the last old monk who was thin and short, with dark and wrinkled skin.

"Could it be...he really reversed life and death?" The old monk with long eyebrows was shocked. This is a secret that only the Buddhist grand elders know.

"It seems, but it seems to have failed again, I can't see through it!" The thin and dark monk looked at the little monk sitting cross-legged in the hazy Buddha field in front of him, and muttered to himself.

The three old monks did not step forward, but, like many masters, hid themselves in the sky, watching the shocking scene in front of them quietly.

"Boom..." The sky and the earth trembled, and an illusory Buddha land gradually became clear, and a world that absorbed endless earth veins and spiritual energy seemed to be truly presented in front of everyone at any time.

At this time, in a snowy forest hundreds of miles away, two furtive figures were talking in a low voice while scanning their surroundings vigilantly.

"Here it is!" the guy with the dragon body said in a low voice.

"Here? Is it too far away here? Why don't you come closer!" A young man in white replied.

"It's not far away, and if you get any closer, you'll be spotted by that vile little bald donkey." The guy in the body of a dragon seemed to have some scruples and refused to accept the proposal of the young man in white.

"Well! Then act!" The young man in white nodded and said.

"Okay!" The guy in the body of a dragon grabbed the young man in white, and then, the snow under their feet suddenly sank down silently, and the two fell down at once.

A layer of water-like force enveloped Gu Fei and Lao Gui, and the soil below quickly parted sideways. In just a short while, the two of them sank thousands of feet into the ground.

Sensing the vast fluctuations coming from the mighty fire veins of the earth, the old turtle discerned the direction, and with his technique, he broke through the soil soundlessly and flew forward.