Mirroring the changes

The yellow sand in the sky turned into a giant hand, weighing a thousand jin.

Abbot Naokong's feet sank, and his legs sank deeply into the sand, and in an instant, they were submerged to his knees.

"Abbot!"

With a cry, he saw a black shadow in front of him, but it was Monk Yi Nian who had already started to practice his mind method, and his body grew rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, he and the abbot held on together.

'Sha Tongtian' had a dark look in his eyes, but a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

The next moment, the demon's hand slowly raised, and the yellow sand in the sky began to condense around him again.

It was obviously brewing a new attack.

At this time, Elder Naofeng, who was standing on a high place and watching here, suddenly stepped forward, his eyebrows drooping, his eyes dim.

"Amitabha."

"Let me experience the power of the demon."

As soon as the voice fell, his figure appeared at the entrance of the black stone cave.

Elder Naofeng was different from other monks. He did not practice the kind of skills that suddenly grew larger, and the "Vajrasattva Heart Mantra" he used seemed to come from another place.

The demon ‘Sha Tongtian’ snorted coldly.

“Monk~ You are an old bone, I still think you are not enough to tear down!”

A gust of wind blew, and another demon hand made of yellow sand came forward with a bang.

The momentum of crushing withering away the withered and rotten, stirring up the rolling waves of the sand sea.

But Elder Naofeng remained calm, just changing the shape of his hands.

“The Three Worlds Samaya Assembly!”

“Dugu Yin!”

The hand gesture changed several times, and finally condensed into a finger, and pointed it out quickly at the other party.

The yellow sand hand in front of him covered the sky, and in comparison, Elder Naofeng’s finger seemed insignificant.

All the monks seemed to have forgotten their heartbeats, held their breath, and looked at the duel in the sky with worry.

Snap~

One finger against one palm.

Where the Dugu Yin pointed, a golden Dugu pestle suddenly appeared out of thin air!

Where the Dugu pestle reached, the giant hand made of thousands of miles of yellow sand seemed to have its bones and muscles pulled out.

Hualala~

The Heavenly Demon Hand once again scattered into yellow sand all over the sky.

Suck!

Not far away, ‘Sha Tongtian’ groaned in pain and looked down at his left hand. There was already a blood hole as thick as a thumb in the palm of his hand, and black blood was flowing out at this time.

He frowned slightly, and there was a little more fear in his eyes.

The next moment, when his palm turned over, a ball of black air seeped out, and the wound that was bleeding just now disappeared without a trace.

“Old monk, take another blow from me, Heavenly Demon Devouring Heart!”

The next moment, the black air mixed with the yellow sand condensed into a huge skull shape. Unlike before, the eyes and mouth of the skull at this time all spit out black demonic energy.

Just a glance at it, it feels like falling into an ice cellar.

Naofeng’s eyebrows trembled slightly, his face was serious, and the shape of his hands continued to change.

Both hands were tied outside, and the two middle fingers were stretched vertically together.

"Om, Samayas, Tvam!"

"Vajrasattva Samaya Seal!"

After the finger print flew out, the shadow of the 'Dugu Pestle' in the sky instantly turned into a ball of golden flame.

The flame collided with the shadow of the skull.

Ah~

A very sharp whistle reached everyone's ears.

The skull in the sky was suddenly wrapped in flames, like a huge fireball.

'Sha Tongtian' just narrowed his eyes when he saw this: "Buddha's light and strange fire!"

"No wonder it can burn my demon skull!"

"But, hell is cold, what's there to fear?"

The next moment, he spread his hands, and the skull rolling in the air suddenly opened his mouth, and a ball of black air condensed into a vortex, directly engulfing the flame.

Seeing this, Elder Naofeng's white eyebrows trembled slightly, and the knuckles of his hands were pinched white.

But it was obvious that 'Sha Tongtian's' words were not aimless.

The black demonic energy spit out by the skull wrapped around the golden flame in just a blink of an eye.

It turned slower and slower.

Crack~

The black demonic energy actually turned into ice out of thin air, and the temperature of the originally hot desert suddenly dropped.

Puff~

"Elder!"

Monk Ikkyu was anxious.

It was Elder Naofeng who was attacked by the seal just now and spit out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, his face was like gold paper, his breath was weak, his hands changed hand seals, and a ball of golden light condensed from his hands and then wrapped around his body.

"Hahaha~"

"Nothing special."

Seeing that the other party was injured, Sha Tongtian knew that no one could stop him here.

He laughed loudly and his figure penetrated the yellow sand. The next moment, he appeared directly at the entrance of the black cave from a hundred meters away.

The monks were all startled by this sudden action.

Abbot Naokong's eyes fixed, and he said in a deep voice: "Vajra Bronze Man Formation!"

As soon as these words came out, the monks who were like the abbot, with golden bodies as if they were covered with a layer of gold paint, hurriedly stood in one place.

"Get up!"

A word in unison.

The next moment, more than 30 disciples of the Vajra Hall suddenly formed a human wall, one layer on top of another.

There were ten people on each layer, a total of three layers.

At first glance, it really looked like a golden wall.

'Sha Tongtian' fixed his eyes and swept across the monks, but his eyes showed a hint of indifference that had nothing to do with me.

The corners of his mouth rose, his hands were behind his back, and he said to himself in the direction of the black cave: "Old Third, I said a long time ago that you have the appearance of a hero."

"Now it seems that what I said back then was not wrong at all."

The Third Master knew that his target was himself, and there was no place to hide, so he stopped hiding.

He slowly walked out of the corner of the rock, his face was neither sad nor happy, but slightly pale.

"Big Brother..."

His voice was trembling, and he didn't know whether it was because of fear or sadness.

"Are you finally willing to come out?"

Sha Tongtian turned around and licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue. The taste of devouring Lao Liu just now came to his mind again.

"Brother...did you build Mingsha Mountain from the beginning just for this moment?"

The third master's face was full of bitterness, but Sha Tongtian chuckled softly: "Hahaha."

"Lao San, what do you think?"

The Third Master staggered and seemed to have lost his soul.

"So from the beginning, the "Demon Sword Technique" that you taught us was just for us to cultivate the demonic energy... right?"

Sha Tongtian's eyes wandered and the corners of his mouth cracked: "Jie Jie Jie, you're not too stupid."

"It's just that it's a little late."

"Why?"

"Why?"

"You have worked hard to manage Mingsha Mountain, teach everyone how to practice, and teach everyone how to survive. Is it possible that the brotherly love accumulated over time is worthless in your heart?"

Sha Tongtian shook his head slightly, with a cruel smile on his face: "Worthless? How is that possible!"

"You have been trained by me for decades, so how can you say you are worthless?"

"From the moment I learned the "Mud Plow Knife Technique", I knew that I would never be able to achieve success by practicing it on my own."

"So I came up with the cultivation method of swallowing the cauldron, so I established Mingsha Mountain to train you to do evil."

"The more serious your sins, the easier it will be to practice the "Mud Plow Knife Technique"."

"I just didn't expect that after decades, only the six of you can learn one and a half moves of this sword technique."

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