Marquis of Grand Xia

The night is as cold as water, the cold moon is high, Xumi Foshan, thousands of monks recite the scriptures, thousands of thousands of beliefs fly to the distant mountain of prayer, and light up the hope of the Buddha. net

In the Buddha Terrace, the Lord Buddha closed his eyes and sat quietly, practicing hard day after day, opening the Buddha door to the Dharma in order to reverse the tilted balance of the battle between Buddha and Demon.

Abandon the tainted and evil thoughts of Buddha's prohibition, and maximize their own practice of Dharma. For thousands of years, no one has been able to practice.

Any ban on the law has its drawbacks, and Buddhism to the clean law is no exception. People have seven emotions and six desires and completely abandon them. No one knows the consequences.

Three thousand miles away in Foshan, the army of the East Road of Mogong, which had not experienced a battle until now, is now regrouping and preparing to open up again.

In front of the demon army, Bai Yi, who was dressed in white, looked at the distant Foshan indifferently. The command of the Holy Commander, he had received, that he must capture the Buddhist door anyway, otherwise, his face would be completely gone.

"The Dharma Guards are all ready, can you set off?" The rear, a demon general, asked respectfully.

Bai Wangran nodded and said, "Start now."

With a command, the army was drawn up, and a demon soldier rose into the air, feeling for nine days, dark clouds gathered, covering nine days of cold moon.

At the next moment, streams of light pierced the night sky and skimmed towards the distant Xumi Mountain.

In Foshan, thousands of white-skinned little white ladies felt the strong pressure from afar, their expressions flashed dignified, and finally came again?

The battle between Buddha and Demon is on the rise again, but there is not much fear in the faces of the Buddhas, and they are already mentally prepared. Even if Foshan ca n’t help it, they will coexist with Foshan.

Half an hour later, Foshan was empty, and the magic cloud was under pressure. Behind Bai Wangran, a demon would stand in the sky, with a strong breath, driving people crazy.

"Protect the law, attack the mountain?" A demon asked before, and respectfully asked.

"Wait!"

Bai Wangran looked at the distant sky and said.

The demon nodded and retreated without asking more.

One quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour ... nearly an hour passed, Foshan was empty, but tens of thousands of demons would have no movement, as if waiting for someone.

"Sanmei, is it that I'm late?"

The words, in the void, came out with a very terrifying breath, and looked at the woman beside him, calmly said.

"not late"

Moon Weaver Girl shook her head and said, "Elder brother is willing to come, it's never too late."

The moment they appeared, before Bai Jun, Bai Wangran looked respectfully and gave up his position.

So natural, without any unwillingness, as if for granted, in front of the man, anyone must be sharp.

The only one in the magic palace that can ignore the orders of the holy secretary, the first guardian of the magic palace asked heaven and visited the Holy Land of the Buddha.

Seeing the people coming, Wan Jun bowed his head and gave way.

Jun Wentian stepped forward and looked at the Buddhist kingdom ahead, calmly saying, "It's a pity that such a holy place is destroyed."

"For the purpose of the Majestic Palace, the Buddhist gate is an obstacle that must be removed. The positions are different, and the elder brother does not need to be too soft-hearted." Yuezhi said softly.

"Only the war of aggression is meaningless, wait a while, I hope those people can come." Jun Wentian said lightly.

"but"

The moon-weaver's face was worried, she said.

Jun Wentian raised his hand to stop the former from going on, calmly saying, "There will be an explanation from Shengsi."

"The first guardian of the magic palace is really different from people. Are you waiting for us?"

The words fell, the sky, the half of the magic cloud dissipated, a figure descended from the sky, covered with Yan Luo evil, a strong breath, everyone is located at the top of the world, it is amazing.

"Finally waiting for you" Jun Wentian looked at the five people in front and said lightly.

Aside, Moon Weaver Girl's hands were clenched, her eyes were murderous, and they were also some people who were really disgusting.

"That red dress Yan Luo, didn't you come?"

Jun asked Tian's eyes to sweep five people and asked.

"It's not necessary for him to deal with you," Xuanyi King said calmly.

"Arrogance!"

Bai Wangran's expression was cold, his figure flashed over, his palms were condensed, and he shot them suddenly.

"Your opponent, not me"

Xuanyi King's Palm Yuan flipped, the magic energy surged, and he suddenly blocked the former's palm power, and immediately stepped out. He came to Jun Wentian before him, and he looked indifferently, "The first protector of the magic palace, the second time to meet! "

"If the opponent is you, this trip is worthwhile."

Jun asked Tian nodded slightly, looked at the person before him, and said, "Come on, let me see if today's capital has the value that I am looking forward to."

"as you wish!"

The Xuanyi King waved his hand, the magic sword manifested, and the magical energy surged. Both the sword body and the hilt began to spread, and the madness of the last days reproduced the world.

"Weapon is not bad, I hope your skill will not let me down." Jun asked Tian look down seriously and said.

When the two started the war, on the other side, Yan Luo, who had a big white cloak, walked and pointed his finger at the woman with a red umbrella beside Bai Yuran, said lightly, "Come!"

"Do not control yourself!"

The Moon Weaver's face sank, her red umbrella disappeared, her right hand turned, and the sword appeared in the void.

One step before, drawing the sword and chopping the sky, the first artifact of the Moon Demon family reappears the power of the world.

With a bang, the world turned upside down, the sky went up and down, thousands of sharp turbulences, and the battle opened again.

Yan Luo moved his sword, and Mo Baijian spread out, and Montenegro and white water closed the world.

Outside of the battle, Yan Luo, who was wearing a moon-white dress, also walked into the battle without leaving, but stood quietly in the mountains and rivers.

The swords and swords intersect, the ink oscillates, and the Moon Weaver evades a stream of ink, her eyes flashing across the distant woman from time to time, a trace of condensed color flashes, and dare not ignore for a moment.

"Fighting sometimes does not need to be shot. As long as she can make her opponents fearful, then she will have worries when she is shot, unable to do her best. In the battle with the Demon Palace, we need to preserve our strength as much as possible. Do it without permission. "

Before leaving, the accountant had a long history. Luo Fei stood quietly in the mountains and waters, looking at the battle ahead, waiting for the opportunity.

Speaking of a thorough understanding of people, none of them knew their fate, so she believed him.

The battle between the two sides began, and at the last place, under Yan Luo, Yi Xuanmiao and Qi Yanxia joined forces to protect the magic palace.

The emperor's supernatural power was re-exhibited, and Qi Yanxia was surrounded by purple air.

Based on the emperor's luck, it is rare in the whole world, and now it shows the sharp edge and shocks the world.

Bai Wangran raised his hands to condense the situation, the roaring roaring wildly, scrolling wildly, relying on the strong pole of cultivation, to shake the power of the imperial luck.

The sounds vibrated, the purple qi and wind swallowed each other, the ten strokes were fighting, the world was rumbled, and the pieces fell from the sky, dazzling and dazzling.

When the two fought to the white heat, Yi Xuanmiao, who was watching the battle, finally moved, the sword came out, the pedestrian walked, the streamer flashed, and the green borer broke through.

After a tremendous shock, Zhang Yuan shook the blade, Bai Wangran gathered his breath, and shot at the sword in front of him.

"Green moth against rainbow"

Palm strength, but on the side of Yi Xuanmiao's body, the hands of the green borer sword edged back and forth, as strong as the sword blade, twisted back, turned into a blue horse and wrapped around the former arm.

"Ok?"

Seeing this, Bai Wangran wrinkled slightly, his arm sighed, and his sword edged.

The green borer unravels, and the sword that resembles the silkworm toast becomes the blade of perfection again, piercing the heart of the former.

At the same time, Qi Yanxia was in the palm of her hand, and her purple air was lingering.

There was a loud bang, palms blocking the powers, hurricanes roared, and the battle broke out.

Seeing that the three battles were scorching white heat, Bai Wangran didn't want to fight for a long time, his hands were gloriously bright, Abi Hell Palace reappeared, ascended into the air, and turned into a giant temple of Baizhang, descending from the sky.

At this time, a distant peak, a figure of red clothing came down from the sky, waved his hand, the peerless roots were urged, vigorously palmed, shot towards the sky giant hall.

"Can't you finally show up?"

At the rear, the void scrolled, and a blue Jin Qiu figure came out and said.

In nine days, the palm of the earth shook the Hell Palace, and the rumbling drama echoed through the sky.

"Secretary of the Magic Palace, can't you help it?"

Red Yan Yan did not look back, said lightly.

"Will fight against the king, king against the king, if you don't shoot, I will naturally not show up." Xie Tiance said calmly.

"Abi Hell Palace was originally a property of my local government. I came here today to take it back. Can Sheng Si have any objections?" Yan Yi in red said indifferently.

"This thing is now owned by My Demon Palace. Your Excellency wants to recapture it. It's difficult." Xie Tiance's expression was plain.

"Sheng Si is so confident!" Yan Luo in red looked at the sky of Abi Hell Palace and said.

"Everyone else" Xie Tiance calmly said.

"How about a gamble?" Yan Yan in red suggested.

"How to gamble?" Xie Tiance said.

"Within ten strokes, if I can't recapture the Abi Hell Palace, all the Yanlu in my house will immediately withdraw their troops, and I will not interfere with any actions of the Mogong within 100 days. On the contrary, if I win, the Mogong will withdraw 3,000 miles. , Must not be half a step near Foshan. "Yan Yan in red dress smiled.

Xie Tiance's eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Now the situation in the Momo Palace is dominant, why should I bet against you."

"The situation in the Magic Palace is not false, but"

Speaking of which, Yan Yi in red turned back and said plainly, "There is my house, and the Mogong wants to capture Foshan. I dare not say more, leaving a guardian and half of the Mogong of the Mogong forever. not a problem."

Xie Tiance heard the words ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ cold eyes, said, "Your bet, I took it."

"Sage Division Wise!"

Yan Yi in red said with a smile, without further words, stepped on his feet, his figure rose into the air.

At the peak, Xie Tiance's steps crossed at the same time, his clothes danced like a stream of light.

At a distance of three thousand feet, the two figures were continuously interlaced, and the palms touched each other, and the aftermath was vast.

In a flash of five moves, the two were less than a hundred feet away from Hell Ghost Hall. Yan Luo in red raised her hand to Yunyuan. The nine-day star picker reproduced. The majestic power was grasped towards the giant hall of the sky.

"Is it that easy?"

Xie Tiance whispered, waved his hands to condense the laws of the world, and vigorously palmed it to the hand of star picking.

"The roll of the moon, the moon falls silently"

At this moment, below the Mobai sword realm, a dazzling Yuehua rose to the sky, and suddenly, the four wilds were shocked, and the world was silent.