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Yin Miaomiao has a psychological shadow on Buddhism. The most painful experience in her life came from the Buddhist Wisdom Sword. So for many years, she walked around Jialan Temple intentionally or unintentionally.

Therefore, she did not understand the ability of Buddhism until this moment. She finally understood why Buddhism and Taoism existed side by side in the original ancient world.

It's normal to affect the enemy's sanity in battle, and it's normal to arouse dull pain in others' hearts. But Xuan Zhen's move is not an ordinary soul technique.

The monks were not caught in the illusion, but were just aroused by their troubles. This exists in people's hearts, and even if Yin Miaomiao covers it with illusion, he cannot block it.

Who lives without some inner demons?

This can only be seen through by oneself, or... the sword of wisdom can cut off all worries.

Yin Miaomiao was able to get rid of his own inner demons, but he could not solve the inner demons of so many Taoists. He could only draw out the remaining spiritual power and cast a forbidden fire spell on the city wall.

But once she withdraws her hand, her energy will change.

The confrontation between Honglian and Juzhang continued. Xuanzhen naturally sensed something abnormal in an instant, responded in time, and escaped at the moment when the forbidden fire technique was released.

This time it was his turn to change his temper.

Yin Miaomiao suddenly discovered that Shenjing's idea also had merit. After Qi was integrated with heaven and earth, it was very sensitive to various changes. She immediately found Xuanzhen's next foothold, and chased after it with her parallel fingers.

Like the swift wind rushing down.

Buzz.

When his fingertips touched the diamond bell, it made a buzzing sound. A crack appeared on the smooth bell body, and the endless whispering seemed to be a little weaker.

Yin Miaomiao smiled: "It was not easy for you to escape that day. You didn't have time to take away the magic weapon. This thing looks powerful, but it doesn't seem to be very strong."

Xuanzhen is not a good person who wants to develop Du'e Temple. What he wants is not inheritance. He is probably interested in the magic weapons in Du'e Temple, such as the glazed pagoda that can be reincarnated, and the light of the Great Sun Tathagata.

"To tell you the truth, what Du'e Temple gave me was just some Buddhist scriptures. As a Taoist cultivator, what would I do with the magic weapon of Buddhist cultivation?" Yin Miaomiao took the initiative to mention the matters he was concerned about, and while he was distracted, he flicked the Vajra Bell with his finger.

The cracks became more and more dense, and the murmuring gradually became weaker.

Xuanzhen looked at the broken magic weapon in his hand with disgust, as if he didn't bother to use it anymore, and turned over his hand and replaced it with a tin staff: "Then explain to me why the light of the Great Sun Tathagata shines on you."

He leaned hard on the ground, and the skulls on the top of the tin staff collided with each other, and they all "awakened" at the same time, making a "wuwu" cry, just like the cry of a resentful soul, which made people's scalp explode and made them irritated.

Yin Miaomiao silently recited the Ming Xin Jue, forcibly eliminating interference, and said calmly: "You are blinded by greed. I am a Taoist cultivator, can I use the treasure of your Buddhist cultivation?"

"Oh, you're still quibbling." Seeing her eloquent words, Xuanzhen became even more angry, "This light is not the light of Buddhism. If it falls in the Buddhist sect, it would be the Great Sun Tathagata. If it falls in your Taoist sect, wouldn't it be the golden crow and bright sun?"

Yin Miaomiao: "..." There are quite a few names.

But now she understands that the light of the Great Sun Tathagata in Du'e Temple is probably the first ray of the sun in Shenjing. After their nine-story pagoda appeared, someone also obtained this thing, and finally it fell into the hands of Buddhist cultivators.

But so to speak, the sun's brilliance can be refined for one's own use? Yin Miaomiao's heart suddenly moved, but there was a look of regret on her face, and she said with a smile: "You think you have everything under control, but in fact you don't know anything. Forget it.

, whatever you think is fine."

It would be useless even if she broke up with Xuanzhen. What he wanted was the first light of the sun. It didn't matter whether it was the light of the Great Sun Tathagata or not.

In a nutshell, fighting is the right thing to do.

The giant palm of the sky slowly sank, and wisps of black mist merged into Xuanzhen's body. He held a skull-tin staff and swept over deeply.

The majestic demonic energy is like ocean waves, rushing down turbulently. The black air is steaming on the ground, with teeth and claws dancing, forming a huge whirlpool. Snow-white bone hands stretch out from the black mist, holding their hands toward the sky, as if they want to

Break free from the shackles of hell and return to earth.

Looking from a distance, the battlefield in front of the city has become a sea of ​​skeletons, and the endless undead are preparing to return to the world. This scene makes many Taoist cultivators on the flying magic weapon look horrified.

I knew that demons practiced evil practices, but I didn’t know that they were so evil.

The serious Buddhist cultivator can save the resentful souls, but the demonic Buddhist cultivator can do the opposite, recalling the dead to the human world for his own use.

Even Yin Miaomiao couldn't help but admire him a little.

It stands to reason that when Xuanzhen seized his body, Juesha was already a Nascent Soul, and his physical body had already been transformed by the exercises he practiced. Unless he chose to practice the same type of exercises, it would be difficult to use the power of his physical body.

But Xuanzhen didn't know how to operate it, and perfectly combined his own cultivation method with Juesha's, even Juesha's skeleton soldiers used it so smoothly.

With such talent, it’s no wonder he became a survivor in Shenjing.

She became more cautious in her heart. The crystal clear crystal lotus condensed between her fingers. She raised her hand and waved it down. The red flames ignited from her feet and spread outward like a spiral.

The demonic energy and the whirlwind of flames met on a narrow road and fought together, with no one willing to give in.

Zhenjun Di Xing seemed to feel something and immediately left.

Without a breath, the earth and rocks flew like a heavy rainstorm, flying around regardless of whether it was the enemy or ourselves. However, this area of ​​land had already been torn into pieces by Zhenjun Dixing, so how could it withstand the resistance of the two Nascent Souls.

The ground tilted and the entire city began to collapse.

The demon cultivators looked at each other and used their own methods to evacuate the place.

At the same time, something went wrong with the Taoist cultivator's flying magic weapon. Several disciples suddenly drew out their weapons, pointed them at the people around them, and slashed at their unsuspecting fellow disciples.

Yue Bufan was startled and then realized: "It's a shadow puppet!"

As expected, many people among the Taoist cultivators were parasitized by shadow puppets, and sneak attacks were carried out at this critical moment in order to create chaos and force Nascent Soul to free up its hands to rescue them.

He calmed down and shouted: "Light the lamp and trap them."

Although the shadow puppet of the Ten Thousand Shadow Demon Lord is powerful, it cannot escape the nature of shadow and must exist in a place with shadow. In order to prevent him from doing this, many lights were hung on the magic weapon, hanging, floor-standing, and lifting.

Make every corner brightly lit.

The shadow puppet seemed to be restrained and slowly shrank inside.

"Tie them up." Yue Bufan ordered, "Be careful."

Several Taoist cultivators immediately dispersed, holding ropes in their hands, and lassoed those frantic people from a distance. They were bound by the ropes and could not escape no matter how they twisted, and gradually became quiet.

Yue Bufan breathed a sigh of relief, but before he had time to ask someone to lock them into the secret room, he suddenly caught a glimpse of one of them raising his head and smiling at the monk closest to him.

That smile was so weird and unpredictable that it made people's hair stand on end.

An even weirder thing happened. They were obviously surrounded by light, and there was no room for the shadow to survive. The monk who was glanced at was shocked, and he drew his sword with his backhand and stabbed Yue Bufan next to him.

Yue Bufan's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously turned sideways to avoid it, but the blade still cut his arm, and blood spurted out.

He raised his foot and kicked the opponent to the ground, but his heart was filled with fear and fear: How powerful is this shadow puppet? Isn't it even afraid of light?

There were many people thinking the same thing as him, and panic suddenly spread.

"Otherwise, open the magic weapon and let's go down and fight with them." Li Xintong pulled out his sword and gritted his teeth.

Wang Cuo is Zhenhu Zhenjun's nephew and clansman, and he is quite famous in Yushou Mountain. He has been fighting against the demon cultivators in Beizhou for these years, and has long been friends with Li Xintong and others. He is not polite when he hears words, and speaks bluntly: "

Are you going to die?"

Li Xintong asked, "Then what do you think we should do?"

Wang Cuo said calmly: "The most important thing we should do now is not to cause any trouble to our seniors."

"I have an idea." Xue Wuyue and her brother jointly took care of the affairs of Luoyang Island, and they were very successful. "The shadow puppets have little influence on the golden elixir. If we don't put the low-level disciples to sleep, we will defeat them one by one."

Yue Bufan thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

Wang Cuo then released a small and nimble sable. Its beady little eyes rolled around and it suddenly raised its butt towards the crowd.

Light yellow gas escapes.

Xue Wuyue used a magic trick to form water droplets, which condensed into water droplets and wrapped around the gas, then spun and spread out in all directions, ensuring that it was spread evenly on everyone.

Most of the Taoist cultivators seemed to be drunk and fell down without any resistance. Among them, there were a few disciples who were below the golden elixir level but did not faint, attracting everyone's attention.

Wen Xunfeng was not surprised. People who are still alive after being poisoned have extraordinary physiques. He coughed hard and said in a hoarse voice: "Just tie me up."

The remaining few looked at them stiffly, trying their best to appear normal. One of them clumsily learned to speak: "Take me——"

Before he finished speaking, Li Xintong grabbed him by the collar and said coldly: "There is something parasitic on my body, come on!"

A trace of darkness appeared in the other party's eyes.

Li Xintong felt a chill in her heart. In a daze, a scene from a long time ago appeared before her eyes - the swordsman who looked like ice and snow walked in front of him, but did not look at her. She stared blankly, sad and happy.

"Xintong!" someone called her next to her.

Li Xintong came to his senses, raised his hand and gave himself a slap in the face, cursing: "Damn it, no wonder it can be parasitic without a shadow. Shadow puppets can parasitize the inner demon!"

Everyone was stunned.

The shadow of the shadow puppet refers not only to the shadow, but also to the shadow in the heart.

Li Xintong said again: "If it dares to come, I will kill it and make sure it never comes back!" She has a fiery temper and does whatever she says. She then sat down cross-legged and settled her thoughts.

The scene just now happened again.

Li Xintong drew out his sharp sword and sneered: "Who are you looking down on? When I was three years old, would I be so upset over these things? I would be looking for death."

She didn't dodge or evade, and slashed away with one sword.

The scene faded away like smoke, and the shadows suddenly appeared.

Li Xintong beheaded again.

In the world of consciousness, "I" is both heaven and earth. She has a clear conscience and no resentment. The shadow puppet has nowhere to hide and is stabbed by a sword.

Turn into ashes and disappear into smoke.

"I've solved it." Li Xintong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes bright, "How about we come out and invite you to the urn?"

Wang Cuo said: "If you dare, of course I dare too." He followed the same method, using himself as a bait to introduce the remaining shadow puppet into his body, and then killed it.

"I'm coming too." Others didn't show any timidity either.

In this way, the situation on Tao Xiu's side has barely stabilized.

At this time, True Lord Dixing had already reduced the entire Demonic City to rubble, freeing up his hands to help Yin Miaomiao.

He used the power of the land to turn the place where Xuanzhen's cyclone was into a piece of quicksand. The power of the sand grains and the black energy pulled each other, greatly disrupting the army of bones.

Xuanzhen glanced at him without any fear, and a mirage-like Buddha statue slowly appeared behind him.

This Buddha statue is extremely weird. At first glance, it looks kind-hearted and compassionate, but after looking at it for a long time, you realize that there is endless weirdness hidden in the upturned corners of the mouth, and its eyes are deep and bottomless.

There is no doubt that this is a mysterious Dharma image, which is also called a Dharma image in Buddhism. Its interpretation is slightly different from the "concrete images of all Dharmas". It is "all Dharmas have one nature but have thousands of different appearances. They are expressed by the thousands of different appearances."

The meaning of "Dharma". However, in essence, the two lead to the same goal by different paths.

Yin Miaomiao was not surprised. Ling Xihai was a Nascent Soul and could still cultivate the Dharma Image. It was no problem that Xuanzhen transformed into a spirit and fell into the Nascent Soul.

The author has something to say: Li Xintong, Yue Bufan, from Guiyuan Sect; Wang Cuo, from Yushou Mountain, the nephew of Zhenhu Zhenjun; Xue Wuyue, from Wanshuige Luoyang Island