Journey to the West: Confucian Supreme

Chapter 44: One Hundred Thousand Banners and 100,000 Yan Luo

Bai Ziyun ignored the judge’s behavior, his face had a strange memory, and said lightly: “What is the intention of the severed head today?” Entrepreneurship is difficult and battle-ridden. ”

Bai Ziyun read this poem, and his body and mind couldn’t help but be immersed in it.

The meaning of the blue strands of the road and the difficulty of starting a business has been completely revealed in these two poems.

But the essence of the whole poem is in the next sentence.

Bai Ziyun solemnly groaned: “This goes to Quantai to recruit the old department, and the Jingqi is 100,000… Chop Yan Luo. ”

With Bai Ziyun’s voice, a group of imposing figures appeared in the netherworld, which was originally thick in yin.

The number of soldiers in this group is small, but the fierce momentum has already made the weaker ghost spirits around unstable.

The first general held his fist and bowed to Bai Ziyun.

It was Bai Ziyun’s ghost general, Zong Ying and his disciples.

Although the number is not as large as the last time, the momentum is better than in the past.

Bai Ziyun looked indifferent to Zong Ying’s salute, and only nodded slightly.

Then he turned his gaze to the judge with a mocking smile, which meant that he was extremely cold.

“Chop Yan Luo!”

The last three words came out as if he were an order.

The army led by Zong Ying had different weapons in their hands, but they all carried a fierce anger.

With a slow pace, he pressed towards the judge standing in the hall.

The judge’s already relaxed face became frightened, and he moved back step by step.

The Yin soldiers advanced all the way, although slowly, but the momentum was unstoppable.

There were also a few ghost differences along the way who dared to resist one or two, but the first Zong Ying Chang~ gun lightly picked, and broke the combined force of the ghost difference.

Bai Ziyun nodded secretly, Zong Ying had made progress during this time, it seemed that the technique was not an ordinary help to him.

Seeing that the judge was about to be buried under the group of soldiers, Bai Ziyun’s eyes suddenly flashed, and there was a smile at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered: “The old turtle can really endure.” ”

A huge Buddha seal, with golden light, rushed ahead, resisting the advance of the Yin soldiers.

Zong Ying faced this situation calmly, and dispatched the Yin soldiers to attack step by step.

After getting Bai Ziyun’s teachings, Zong Ying cooperated with the art of war cultivated, which has long been different from the past.

The light of the Buddha was prosperous, and for a while, in the netherworld, there was a burst of meditation chanting.

The originally gloomy netherworld, inexplicably has a divine aura, but it looks a little strange.

And the strength of the army is originally focused on attacking the enemy, and Zong Ying is an excellent general.

This was Bai Ziyun’s first use of them, and he blessed the power of that poetry even more.

For a general, the success or failure of this battle is a matter of honor and disgrace for all.

At this time, the effect of the military formation was brought to the extreme.

Almost instantly, everyone’s power was exerted to the extreme.

The strength of the military formation was to the extreme, and it turned into a materialization.

A long ~ gun with black and deep appeared, although it was an entity, there was a faint mist rising on the body of the gun.

The mist rose on the surface, and some turned into hideous human heads, with their mouths wide open, as if they were screaming loudly.

But there was no sound at all, just a silent wave came, which caused people to be upset.

At the tip of the gun, there is also a gun strand formed by black mist condensation gently fluttering, which is quite extraordinary.

As soon as the body of the gun was condensed, it stabbed fiercely towards the Buddha seal, knowing that it was about to be stabbed, and the tip of the gun was completely condensed.

All the power erupted at one point, and the gun seemed to have a spirit, just poking at the weak spot of the Buddha seal.

Although the Buddha Light is powerful, it cannot be resisted under this kind of power attack that has appeared from the future cultivation world.

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After a burst of golden light, the Buddha seal finally turned into a burst of golden chips and dispersed with the wind.

The black long ~ gun is unabated, although it has consumed a lot of power just now, and the gun body is almost transparent.

But the remaining strength is enough to penetrate the judge who is not high in cultivation.

“Amitabha.”

A loud Buddhist trumpet came from the hall of the netherworld, this sound seemed to be only loud, but it spread extremely widely.

This voice spread out of the lobby, and then to the city, and was heard by countless people.

This voice naturally carries the power of the cultivator, and the power of this sound wave also shattered the black long ~ gun, turning it into an ethereal mist and scattering it in the heavens and the earth.

However, Bai Ziyun noticed a detail, although this mist was fanned in the heaven and earth, it was quickly recovered by the Yin soldiers nearby.

Although it was only two moves to break Bai Ziyun’s spell, in fact, one side was prepared and the other was unprepared.

It’s just a tie.

“Why should the benefactor be so vicious, why bother?” A great monk dressed in a golden cassock stood in front of the judge, seemingly protective.

The big monk’s clothes were still clear, and even stained with some dust, apparently in a hurry.

“Donor, there is order between heaven and earth, you are not convinced, but you want to make it yourself?” The great monk did not have the slightest hostility and said with a peaceful smile.

Bai Ziyun sneered in his heart, it makes sense that Buddhism is preaching so quickly, even the great monk will try to preach when necessary, under that kind of enthusiasm, how can he not live.

Bai Ziyun is not prepared to follow the monk’s nonsense, people just work as a fighter, Bai Ziyun does not want to listen to their professional preaching.

“Great monk, I heard that your Buddhism has a tradition of cutting meat and feeding eagles, why don’t you treat me as an eagle and let me kill you?” Bai Ziyun smiled, but the snow-white teeth that were exposed, plus this remark, were like a beast that chose people to eat.

The great monk shook his head and ignored Bai Ziyun, turned his head to look at the third prince and said, “Dragon clan? You have a noble status, why are you mixed with these demons? ”

The little white dragon pretended not to understand what you were saying, and said loudly: “What dragon lineage?” This seat is the dragon and water demon here, and he loves to kill you bald asses the most in his life, and this seat is here, and he will not die.”

Bai Ziyun couldn’t help but sigh at the shamelessness of the little white dragon, generally these descendants of divine beasts have too much heavy bloodline, how can they be like the little white dragon, so easily brush aside everything with a word, even their own true dragon bloodline can easily deny.

The big monk also did not expect that the little white dragon actually had no lower limit, and took the initiative to say that he was the kind of dragon with mixed bloodlines.

Whether it is or not, in the future, the dragon clan has nothing to do with me, it is the dragon monster who does evil, and can avoid future liquidation.

The great monk smiled angrily and said, “If you mix with evil demons, don’t blame the poor monk for slaying the dragon today.” ”

The little white dragon pouted, these people like to say anything about slaying dragons at every turn, but those who can do it without dying generally do not appear here.

The great monk clasped his hands together, and the golden light behind him condensed into a Buddha’s phantom, and he also put his hands together, sitting cross-legged on the lotus, and Sanskrit chanting sounded around him inexplicably.

Bai Ziyun was not familiar with these Buddhist powers, and Xiao Bailong, as the son of the Dragon King, knew these natures.

Little White Dragon’s voice was full of surprise, “Great freedom? Buddhism is really willing to give up. ”

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