Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 70 70. Blind, shameless

The nun Huixin gave birth to two tails, and there were six groups of fox fires flying all over her body. The outside of the fox fires were bright and dark inside, like fireflies in suspension.

From time to time, monks and warriors rushed forward, but before they rushed in, a group of fox fires would shoot out directly, attacking these birds in their early days.

The monks and warriors did not dare to stop the fox fire, and they desperately displayed their skills and fled back, but the fox fire flew away until it was pulled a long distance before it would go out.

And if the monk martial artist is not good, he can only carry the fox fire.

However, the foxfire is very strong. Once hit, most of the seven orifices that have been shaken bleed, and the meridians are broken. If it has the ability to block the next blow, it will be invaded by the demon in the foxfire and become unconscious. , Unless you hold the Demon Down Wooden Pestle to absorb these demon qi, you can block a group of fox fire.

Huixin was expressionless and moved extremely fast. In a short-distance space, it almost disappeared and appeared like a flicker, then disappeared and reappeared, and a group of fox fires emerged around her and flew toward the approaching enemy.

The lost fox fire will be born again soon,

With the power of a fox, she actually suppressed a large group of people, but anyone who leaned closer to the former would either die or be injured.

Behind her, a bald man with a height of more than two meters was holding his chest, blood gurgling, seeping from his fingertips,

This brawny man is Wang Shanjun, sitting on the stone, looking fiercely into the distance.

The other foxes and demon were fighting fiercely with the monks and warriors on the other side.

The fog in the world has disappeared.

On the battlefield between the Fox and Tiger Two Demons against the monks and warriors, the bodies were everywhere.

The bright monk has recognized that these two are the leaders of the Fox and Tiger clan, then capture the thieves first and capture the king. As long as these two are killed, the evil monster clan can all get the punishment they deserve.

The headed old monk looked compassionate, and a two-foot-long red tiger was turned into a mount under his crotch. This is Chishan Monarch.

Behind the old monk, the yellow-clothed monks all held the wooden pestle and moved with the old monk,

There are more than a thousand monks, but nearly a hundred Muchu.

These wooden pestles have absorbed enough demon energy, if they were released at the same time, the resulting Buddha flames would be terrifying.

But, feeling the quiet killing intent that emerged from the bottom of his heart, the old monk stopped, turned his head, and looked far away.

I saw a young man wrapped in a dark gold cloak stepping over the mountain road where the mist had first dispersed.

Every time you step, it is like stepping on everyone's heart, and people's heartbeat becomes faster or slower with the speed of his footsteps.

As he approached, the murderous aura became more fierce.

The old monk riding a tiger couldn't understand that the murderous aura could be felt, but such a strong and real sympathy, he had only seen it in his life, and there was a strong Zen in this sympathy, which made him even more curious.

So, he paused, folded his hands together, and asked coldly: "The poor monk has heard about it, why do fellow daoists help the demon?"

The two were far apart, but the voice easily crossed the space, spread out, and passed into Xia Ji's ears.

Xia Ji's voice also calmly spread out: "What is under your seat?"

The old monk riding a tiger replied: "If you are enlightened by me, you will no longer be a demon."

Xia Jiran pointed to the giant red tiger under the old monk’s crotch, and said coldly: "He hates people, kills everywhere, feeds others, and then turns into evil; he returned to the tiger clan, but he was unfaithful to the clan. Not only did you fail to help your brothers at the critical moment, but you also severely injured your own brothers from behind and led outsiders to exterminate them. What do you want?"

Then, he pointed to the brawny bald man sitting on the boulder, "He is the king of the tiger clan, the mountain king, who usually acts as a mountain **** to benefit the people around him, repair bridges, cut bandits, and take care of the short things of the parents. I can respond, but I will do my best. What demon did you kill?"

"If good and evil are not reported, and tolerate and raise rapes, are the monks' eyes blind?"

The old monk riding a tiger shook his head, showing disappointment.

Hey.

This fellow Taoist doesn't seem to understand that only those who are enlightened by my Great Guangming Temple are good, otherwise they are evil.

Is it possible, do you think my Daguangming Temple is unfair?

When he was thinking about what to say, someone here recognized Xia Ji and shouted: "He is His Highness Seventh Dashang, Prince Shenwu, Xia Ji!!!"

The old monk riding a tiger showed a clear look, and everything had been understood, he shook his head and said: "It is a sin that the prince of the big merchant colluded with the demon clan. It's just a pity for the poor monk. I heard that you have the ancient heritage of the Leiyin Temple of Mount Xumi , Has never been carried forward, but instead is sheltering the demon race. His Royal Highness is not afraid of going to **** after death, and the future life is not enough to be an adult?

It is really the shame of Buddhism!

Your Royal Highness will take you back to the mountain to become a monk, chant Buddha day and night, and eliminate your sins. "

After saying these words, the old monk riding a tiger smiled and looked at the prince. Although the prince was powerful, in the era when the magic weapon was king, he had many demon descending wooden pestles that absorbed the demon energy, even legendary. Unable to cope with the power exerted by these wooden pestles, even if he had the artifacts of the Guleiyin Temple, it should be unstoppable.

However, after all, he had heard a lot of legends about the prince. He clapped his hands, and the monks behind him quickly dispersed. So even if the prince successfully used the golden giant Buddha's magic weapon, he could not attack many people. .

"His Royal Highness, be careful!"

Huixin saw the incoming person and hurriedly reminded her.

The little foxes and the tiger demon looked at people in succession. Many of the goblins saw this mysterious and powerful prince for the first time.

Xia Ji took out the rosary with a wave of his palm.

The rosary, one thousand and eight, symbolizes many dharma realms.

The old monk riding a tiger is very advanced. He has been watching Xia Ji, and when he sees him taking out the magic weapon, he yells: "The evil demon is outside the road, go to life!!"

The voice fell, and the yellow-robed bright monk behind him suddenly muttered a word, pushing out the transport force of the Demon-Defying Wooden Pestle in his hand.

A sound of breaking through the sky,

A little spark flies,

During the tumbling, Mu Chu had been covered by the blazing golden Buddha fire and disappeared, and the sky was flying in rounds of scorching sun.

The scorching sun and the scorching sun touch, connect, and merge in mid-air. If Baixi meets in a big river,

The tiger demon and the fox looked up, and saw the golden river flooding down from the sky.

The slightly weaker little demon could not look directly at the light, let alone react, just like a prisoner who has been confined in the dark for more than ten years when the scorching sun is in front of them, and the little demon only feels black. , The blood has flowed from the corner of his eyes,

In the big river where the golden Buddha fire gathers, there resounded through the faint Sanskrit sound, surging like a panic, falling from the sky where the morning light had just risen,

This is the Buddha fire that destroyed half of the fox and tiger race 20 years ago. As long as it is stained with a trace of demon, it is the demon that will never die.

Now that he is back, only fear remains in the eyes of the fairies.

In the distance, the monk riding a tiger clasped his hands together, closing his eyes and reciting the mantra of death compassionately.

Since he is about to die, he has been cleansed of his sins, and he has been cleansed of sins, then he is not a evildoer. As a monk, he naturally needs to be treated with compassion.

Huixin's speed is extremely fast. When she saw hundreds of descending demon wood pestle rising into the sky, she had already turned into an afterimage. She took Wang Shanjun behind her with her left hand and moved backwards at a flashing speed. , But this move has not been able to get out of the repression of the golden Buddha and the river of fire.

From the bottom of her heart, she suddenly remembered that after the young prince came, the "general" here was no longer her, but how could such a terrifying power deal with other than hiding and fleeing?

At this moment of life and death, she turned her face curiously and looked at the Buddha-like prince.

In her eyes, Xia Ji raised his hand.

The rosary disappeared.

He held a golden mountain in his hand.

Five Elements Foshan.

The top of the mountain is down, and the bottom of the mountain is up, and it is almost a hundred feet across.

Mountain to river.

The mountain is down and the river is up.

The world is upside down.

Mountains and rivers are shaking!

(End of this chapter)