Horizontal Push Starts From the Demon World

"Sure enough, you haven't fallen yet, you despicable fellow, you dare to come back!"

In the main hall, after immersing and brewing for a long time, a silent roar came from the Buddha statue.

Although Ning Ke didn't really hear the voice, it really came to his mind.

"Magic, you and I are one, why can't I come back?

If you don't solve it, how can you be worthy of those souls who died in vain! "

"Joke, if it wasn't because of your single thought that you wanted to use the divine power of incense to suppress me again, how could I be like this!"

"Wrong, it's you who misunderstood the meaning of King Ming, otherwise it wouldn't have changed. After all these years of suppression, nothing has changed. You really haven't made progress!"

"you wanna die!"

"Amitabha..."

"..."

...

The two thoughts kept ringing in Ning Ke's mind. It was normal at first, but later, it turned into discerning Buddhist principles.

Ning Ke was mixed in, and only felt a roar in his head, as if something was about to explode.

Immediately afterwards, large drops of blood dripped from his seven orifices.

he is hurt.

What these two thoughts said had obviously exceeded his own upper limit, and there was no way to touch them.

Can't see, can't hear, can't even think.

And after Ning Ke had such a situation, the two voices were silent again, and after a while, there was a Buddha's name after all.

"Amitabha, come on, you and I will take action, and we will do one more game at the end.

If I lose, then he will naturally be yours. "

"Wow, happy, really happy!"

The wild laughter came from his mind, and the next moment, a figure sitting under the Buddha statue suddenly stood up, and there was an inexplicable aura from his body.

His face was stern, like a knife carved into an axe, his long hair fluttered, and his whole body exuded a cold temperament.

However, seeing his hands folded together, his body exuded bursts of sharpness, saying:

"Elder Kongyun, my body has reached the innate realm now, how can you compare with me!"

"But he doesn't belong to you after all. The higher the realm, the more difficult it is to control.

What's more, the one who fits with me is not someone from such a strange blood family, but me who practiced the beginning of my Vajra Sect's Dharma! "

On Ning Ke, that consciousness originally only reverberated in his mind, but now, he no longer tries to cover it up and refutes the person opposite.

But now, in Ning Ke's heart, there is another voice faintly heard:

"Little baby, Lao Na Kongyun, has always entrusted this divine soul to the peach wood bracelet on your wrist, and has no ill intentions towards you.

Of course, you can also call me 'the old host of Baiyun Temple'.

Whether you believe it or not, what I did this time was to get rid of this scourge. "

After he finished speaking, the scorching aura on his wrist gathered and rushed towards his heart along the meridians on his arm.

"You don't have to resist, I need to borrow your body to give you a small fortune first.

After this battle, no matter whether you win or lose, the old man will vanish into thin air. At that time, you will understand everything. "

The next moment, waves of warmth rushed towards Ning Ke's heart, and a powerful feeling filled his chest.

Plop, plop...

This kind of breath is not as gentle as his previous practice, nor as painful as his heartache, but a kind of calcination, a pain that burns his heart.

The strong qi and blood spewed out from the heart, and in the blink of an eye, a big circle circulated in his body.

Looking from the outside, his body, faintly, seemed to be covered with a layer of Buddha light.

The bottleneck of Ning Ke's Thousand Hammers Hundred Refinements Boy Skill has not existed for a long time, so it was broken through like this.

A thousand hammers and a hundred forgings for the boy's art, and the practice is complete.

This kind of power to directly break through the bottleneck...

Ning Ke was like a bystander, silently watching each other's operations.

In the sea of ​​his consciousness, the figure of a kind-hearted old monk appeared out of thin air, looking at Ning Ke with a sad face, raising his hand and pointing on his soul, a faint layer of light wrapped it, Ning Ke could only do it. Baba watched.

At this point, Ning Ke's originally closed eyes slowly opened, full of vicissitudes and melancholy, and said:

"Amitabha, after today, you will fall."

"Crap!"

The figure controlled by Mo Nian did not give him too many opportunities to speak, as if he would be upset as soon as he opened his mouth, he shot it with a horizontal palm, and the huge qi was mobilized, forming a wave of qi, towards Printed here.

"Amitabha!"

Another long Buddha's trumpet sounded, Kongyun clasped his hands together, and his face did not change at the attack of the devil's thoughts, as if everything was like a mirror.

call--

The gust of wind whizzed past, and this seal slapped firmly in front of Ning Ke, and he could no longer make an inch. In the end, the air wave had no stamina and dissipated everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Mo Nian snorted coldly, but saw the blood spilling out from the air, as if he was drawing something, lightly in the air, the figure of the evil ghost Yaksha turned into reality, and the huge sense of oppression followed. it comes.

And when Kongyun saw this, he didn't care about him, he just fell down and kept turning the peach wood bracelet in his hand, chanting the scriptures.

Collapse!

A dull sound came from his hand, and one of the peach wood beads directly turned into dust and scattered, and the huge Buddha light appeared, which turned into a huge Buddha statue phantom.

This phantom pointed a finger, it seemed to pass through layers of space, and touched Yasha's forehead.

A wailing came, and that Yaksha just turned into a gray fly.

"Mo Nian, you can capture it with your hands, no matter how strong your methods are, you can't resist my Buddhist method of destroying the six senses and depositing supernatural powers.

Now you can't move the Ming Palace, and you don't have the proper means to use your physical body, and the devil's thoughts are gradually weakening. This time, the time, place, and people are all under the control of the old man. How can you make waves again? "

"Destroying the six senses and storing the supernatural powers is nothing more than six false supernatural powers. Now that you activate supernatural powers, you also need to deplete your supernatural powers. I want you to know that supernatural powers are inferior to the number of days!"

Mo Nian roared, constantly urging this fleshly body to use the thunderbolt method. Under the shadow of the shadow, the entire palace of King Ming was trembling for it.

"Supernatural powers, phantom shadows kill!"

But the next moment, the phantom of King Ming appeared, raised his hand and slapped it with the palm of his hand, and the great light was restored.

After going back and forth like this six times in a row, the phantom was lying on the ground and couldn't move. He looked at Ning Ke's vicissitudes of life and sad eyes~www.NovelMTL.com~ as if he saw the sky cloud itself, he laughed out loud :

"Now that your six supernatural powers have been used, I see how you can block me with only this fleshly body that is only in the realm of backbone!"

The voice fell, and above the hall, the headless Buddha statue suddenly moved.

It opened its palm and grabbed it towards Ning Ke, as if the world was darkened.

Collapse!

Just when Ning Ke felt that he was about to die, another peach wood bead shattered, and the boundless Buddha light appeared from behind Ning Ke and reflected towards the entire hall.

Under this light, there was only a scream, and the huge headless Buddha statue was actually stagnant in the air, and turned into dust in a blink of an eye.

This is another magic trick!

Mo Nian's painful wailing flew out, turned his eyes towards this side, and said with a hideous expression:

"Elder Kongyun, monks don't lie, you actually lied to me!"

Inside Ning Ke's body, the old monk Kongyun smiled and performed a Buddhist salute towards the demonic thought, with a calm cloud and a light wind, and said:

"Amitabha, Lao Na remembered it wrongly. What Lao Na cultivates is not to destroy the six senses and store the supernatural power, but to cut the seven emotions and store the supernatural power."

Demon Nian gritted his teeth at him, and his voice was like a lowly roar of an evil spirit:

"What can you do with one more pseudo-magic power, you have trapped me for two hundred years, and you can't trap me again today!"

The voice fell, but he saw something burning faintly on the other party's body, and rushed towards him directly.

"Amitabha, it seems that you are already out of your depth, and it's time to burn your demonic thoughts."

The old monk Kongyun raised his hand, revealing the peach wood bracelet with only two peach wood beads left on his wrist, and said with a smile:

"You already guessed that Lao Na lied to you, why didn't you think that Lao Na's supernatural power method is not to cut off the seven emotions and store the supernatural power?"