Chapter 183: .You are really a genius (the fifth is more for subscription and monthly pass)

The blood phoenix let out a sneer, then dived down.
The claws made up of broken bodhi branches directly grabbed the old monk Faxin's head.
The impermanent Buddha light on the head of the old monk Faxin fluctuates, as if to be torn apart.
And those fine bloodshot eyes kept going downward, trying to get through the haze.
"The Buddha said, immeasurable light."
The old Pharaoh monk chanted long.
He puts his palms together, and from the center of his palms, there seems to be infinite light bursting, spreading in all directions.
The light this time is not as sharp and swift as the aura shines.
But it is more vast, tougher, and denser.
Endless and pervasive.
This time the Buddha's light was much softer, but it succeeded in isolating all the bloodshots from the blood phoenix, and at the same time blocking his claws made of bodhi branches.
Even Huiming and Zi Sun Jiao were also pushed outward by the light.
"The Great Bright Curse..." Huiming recognized it: "Be careful, the light will get stronger and stronger!"
Sure enough, the light that was relatively soft at first, the temperature is getting higher and higher, it dissolves all things, its power continues to increase, and it gradually becomes better than the aura.
The blood streaks hanging down from the blood phoenix's wings were gradually evaporating clean by the vast brilliance.
"Okay!" The old blood shadow demon smiled without anger: "I will fight you!"
The blood phoenix let out a stern and terrifying long cry, and then transformed into a sea of ​​blood, hanging in the sky.
A vortex began to appear in the center of the blood sea, and it kept turning.
In the center of the whirlpool, there appeared a few broken bodhi branches.
These bodhi branches combined with blood and water, condensed into a blood-colored long arrow.
The arrow's edge flashed dark red and blood, getting brighter and brighter.
The next moment, this blood arrow shot down to the light ball directly below.
The arrow spins downwards and rushes out of the vortex, driving a large amount of blood water to follow it to spin together, being driven downwards.
So I saw the end of the blood arrow drawing blood continuously from the sea of ​​blood.
In the end, the entire sea of ​​blood seemed to condense into a long arrow with its tail in the sky, straight down.
The sword edge shot down on the top of the ball of light and kept spinning downward.
The endless flow of blood at the upper end continuously supplies it with strength, always strengthening the arrow's edge.
The old monk Pharaoh cast a great light spell, and the light kept spreading to the outside, and the light crushed the ground under his feet, forming an ever-expanding pit.
But at this moment, the light expanded and stopped.
The huge ball of light was shaking constantly, as if it might break at any time.
At the top of the upper part where it touched the blood arrow, the brilliance had gradually broken down.
The blood arrow went down slowly, although the speed was slow, but it was unstoppable.
On the surface of the photosphere, the light suddenly became much brighter.
Then, the ball of light began to shrink and approached the Pharaoh monk in the center.
The smaller the ball of light, the more condensed, the stronger the defense.
But the blood arrow continued to pierce the ball of light.
After the sphere of light shrank to an incomprehensible level, the blood arrow penetrated even more slowly, but it continued to advance.
The sphere of light then changed again, from a complete sphere to a hemisphere, supporting the old monk Pharaoh's head, forming a canopy.
He compressed and condensed the power of the Great Light Curse to the extreme, and finally stopped the blood arrow in the sky.
The two sides fell into a stalemate for a while.
The old monk Pharaoh secretly anxious.
He casts the Great Bright Curse, which cannot last.
But the great demon in front of him, practicing the transformation of the blood phoenix, had extremely long vitality and endurance.
If this stalemate continues, it is more likely that he can't hold on first.
Just thinking of this, the old monk Faxin realized that the old demon Ziri was about to move.
He now uses all his power to fight the old blood shadow demon in the sky, and is no longer able to strengthen the purple sun old demon and Huiming.
Huiming didn't intend to take advantage of others, but the old demon Ziri was not welcome.
The Purple Sun Jiao, which he incarnates, immediately turned into a purple light, attacking the old monk Faxin from below.
"Go away!" The old blood shadow demon yelled, and the old demon Ziri continued to attack the old monk as he didn't hear it.
Faxin had no choice but to summon his strength and actively shattered the semicircle formed by the brilliance above his head.
Countless light spots sputtered in all directions, blocking the incoming Purple Sun Old Demon.
But the blood arrow split the light rain and continued to shoot down.
The old monk Pharaoh snorted and his body was pierced by a blood arrow.
Regardless of him, he summoned his last strength, gave birth to a lotus, and fled to the distance.
After his apprentice, the old monk Faxin grabbed the young monk.
But after a little delay, the old demon Ziri caught up.
A group of purple flames exploded behind the old monk Faxin, making him stagger again.
The old monk Pharaoh dared not turn his head and ran all the way.
The old demon Ziri was about to chase, but was slapped backwards by the old blood shadow.
"If you run away, no one can afford it." Old Demon Ziri didn't dare to fight against Xueying.
The old blood shadow demon stared at him coldly: "Without you, no one can run away."
Before the words fell, a blue light flashed in the distance, and a colorful cloud flew up.
The old monk Pharaoh looked desperately before him, and another Wu blocked the way.
The owner of Qingxia Villa, Yun Mo, forgot the truth, watched the master, and held the Taoist priest. The two of them are also regarded as suffering from the same disease.
In order to protect their own foundations, although the two have taken refuge in Chang'an City, they dare not show up in public.
However, as the eighth level masters, neither of them needs to question their strengths.
When the old monk Faxin was in good condition, neither of them were opponents in a single round.
But the enemy was severely injured by the blood shadow old demon and the purple sun old demon, and it is not easy to fly now, so how can they be able to overcome the cloud desert and the dust-holding men?
The two of them shot together, and Monk Faxin didn't even have the chance to commit suicide, and was caught alive on the spot.
The two Yun Mo arrested two monks, one old and one young, and returned to the old blood shadow demon.
"Blood Shadow Fellow Daoist, fortunately not insulting his life." said the Taoist Master.
Yun Mo remained silent on the side.
He is the kind of person who has always been prejudiced against practitioners of the magic way.
The demon of Chang'an City is cautious in words and deeds, and has never made trouble.
Therefore, Yun Mo can still get along with them peacefully, but dealing with each other is always avoided.
The old blood shadow demon also regarded the desert as air, and only nodded slightly at the Taoist clinging, "Thank you."
He took two bald heads from the opponent's hand, and said, "Let's go."
After all, it turned into a blood phoenix and flew high and returned to Chang'an City.
Huiming sighed, then followed.
Daoist holding dust and Yun Mo both act the same.
The old demon Ziri finally hit the road, flying with his head stuffed.
Looking forward, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself, staring at the old blood shadow demon.
Now that the opponent is stronger, there is no need to conflict with it.
But when he can also learn the magic skills of the same level as the "Phoenix Blood Book", he must settle accounts with the old blood shadow demon.
After the group returned to Chang'an City, the old blood shadow demon threw the Magic Heart Master and Disciple to Mr. Wuyun.
Mr. Wu Yun looked at two monks, one old and one young.
The younger one is only a decade old.
"Leave it to you." He threw the little monk to Huiming.
Huiming breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
The little monk looked pitiful: "Brother, my master will not die, right?"
"His Majesty who governs Chang'an is compassionate. Under his rule, Mr. Wu Yun and others are rarely killed, so the teacher should not be in danger of life... But, it may still have to suffer." Monk Huiming sighed. .
Hearing that the master would not die, the little monk let out a sigh of relief, and then curiously asked, "Isn’t the Buddha teaching us Buddhist disciples? The Lord of Chang'an is also a Buddhist disciple?"
Huiming shook his head lightly: "Anyone can have compassion, just like anyone who sees the clarity of the heart and breaks out attachments is a Buddha."
The little monk's eyes were blank: "Master and Master, as well as Master and Uncle, they don't say that."
"Everyone has a different way, and everyone can be their own Buddha." Huiming said: "You are young and respect the teacher and respect the way. When you get older, you will gradually understand some truths. ."
The little monk seemed to understand but didn't understand: "Oh..."
After hesitating for a while, he lowered his voice and asked quietly: "Brother, do we really need to save the people here from the sea of ​​suffering?"
"Chang'an is not a sea of ​​bitterness." Huiming smiled bitterly, almost reaching out to cover the little guy's mouth.
This is the inner city of Chang'an, not as far away as Hexi County.
The city lord of Chang'an has great supernatural powers. If the little monk's words fall into the opponent's ears, the consequences will be unpredictable.
"In Chang'an and outside, I have traveled, including the Western Zhou Dynasty in the west, the Eastern Tang Dynasty in the east, and the Northern Qi Dynasty in the north of Seagull."
Huiming said with emotion: "The people of Chang'an live better than those places.
Of course, it's not that it's better than other places, it's really no problem at all.
It means that the people here live and work in peace and contentment, their families are happy and healthy, free from poverty and oppression.
Especially the Chang'an City Lord loves the people. The practitioners here are strictly forbidden to insult ordinary people, which is not seen in other places. "
The little monk blinked, lowered his head and mumbled softly: "Then why does the master always say that the people here are very bitter? The master and the brother are different, someone is lying to me..."
With Huiming's ears and eyes, he can hear clearly.
He laughed blankly: "Neither of us lied to you. It's just that we have different views on the same thing, but they are our own true thoughts."
The little monk looked blank again: "I don't understand..."
"If you have time, I will take you around Changan. After you read it, you will have your own thoughts, which is true for you." Huiming smiled.
"Oh." The little monk nodded.
"By the way, you don't know your law name yet?" Huiming asked.
The little monk hurriedly straightened his expression and folded his palms together:
"Poor monk Yongse, brother, please advise."
The young monk who was a few years older than him also folded his palms together: "Poor monk, Huiming, dare not teach me."
Huiming didn't realize there was a problem.
But Zhang Dongyun in the Daming Palace almost spit out when he heard the little monk's law name.
He certainly knows that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form, and he knows the meaning of "color" in Buddhist sayings.
But at the moment, I still can't help thinking about it.
Mr. Wuyun, who brought the old monk Faxin back to the Temple of Heaven Punishment, brought the other party to him:
"You are such a genius."