Chapter 379: Tu Dun

This hand dazzling light and shadow technique is very magical, not only can project the image into the inner world of the old turtle, but it can also transmit the sound.
In the ancient times, this kind of dazzling light and shadow technique was nothing more than a very common technique, but in the present world, it is also considered a sophisticated technique.
Gu Fei had never seen such a magic technique even more.
"Since he can sacrifice the inner world with the spirit veins of the earth, we can do it too!" Gu Fei stared at the mysterious little monk in the glare mirror on the lake, and suddenly said such words to the old turtle.
"The evil little bald donkey has dominated that side of the world, do we still have a chance?" Laogui naturally knew what Gu Fei wanted to do, but the little monk stayed there, but Laogui couldn't help making mistakes.
If his cultivation was restored to one-tenth or even one-hundredth of the peak period, he would be able to pinch the evil little monk to death with one hand.
But it is a pity that even on the top of Lingshan, he dominates the largest and strongest spiritual vein in the Lingshan. After several years of cultivation, his cultivation has not broken through to the realm of immortal gods.
Laogui's strength at this time is just the pinnacle of a demigod. With the power of the inner world, his strength should be comparable to the legendary fairy god.
However, it is clear that the little buddhist monk who came out of the tomb of the Buddha, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, was better than the old turtle. Perhaps, the little monk was already first-class in God and Buddha.
Gu Fei looked at the side of the lake that showed the glare mirror image like a mirror, and said indifferently: "The little monk just dominated the void on the ground, but under the ground...hehe!"
In the image above the lake, the little monk was suppressing the divine palace in the sky, and the pillar of fire continued to explode, but after a while, it had already sunk by a hundred meters.
The rumbling sound shook the sky and the earth, and the obscure Buddhaland where the little monk was living showed signs of materialization and began to change between reality and reality.
This is not a good phenomenon. If the little monk is allowed to continuously absorb the spiritual energy of the earth's fire veins, the inner world of the little monk may really turn from the virtual to the real, and form a real inner world.
When the time comes, Laogui will no longer be the opponent of the mysterious little monk.
The inner world of the mysterious little monk is shrouded in the sky above the flames of the earth, and every inch of void surrounds the peaceful Buddha light. As long as someone enters the Buddha light, they will be immediately felt by the little monk.
But the underground, the underground is the fire veins of the earth, even the power of the inner world of the little monk, it is difficult to penetrate, and it is blocked by the extremely huge aura of the earth fire.
"Smelly boy, very good, the big deal is that we will have a dead fish, even if we can't get it, we must not let the little monk take advantage." The old turtle heard this, his eyes lit up, and said gloomily.
Gu Fei couldn't help but fought a cold war when he heard the words of the old tortoise. This old tortoise... It seems that he really hates that seemingly innocent little monk! He felt that something bad was about to happen.
On the night of the black and high winds, among the endless snow-capped mountains in the north, a huge pillar of fire stood between the sky and the earth, and an ancient temple with a cloud of glowing rays and divine light was suppressing the huge pillar of fire.
The world is turbulent, the wind and clouds change color, and the wind and fire are raging. One side of the Buddha's land is hundreds of miles away, sprinkling endless and peaceful Buddha light. Below, the roads are like fire dragons, constantly rushing into that side of the Buddha's land, and then directly transformed into the most primitive aura. , Into that side of the world.
That is the Buddha's world. In the center of the world, there is a little monk sitting cross-legged with a purple and golden bowl in his hand. In the whole world, the sky is falling in disorder, and the ground is springing with golden lotus, giving people an infinite aura of peace.
The light of Buddha, the light of fire, and the light of the sun constitute an unimaginable spectacle between the heavens and the earth. In the mountains, even though countless monks were affected by the flying fireballs when the earth's fire burst, they were killed and injured, but they still did not Willing to leave.
Hundreds of miles around the fire veins of the earth, monks can still be seen, and above the sky, those big figures who can fly in the air are also watching.
From time to time, you can see the light flashing in the clouds like a divine rainbow.
Amidst a group of white clouds, an ancient altar is looming, and its power is as terrible and heavy as a sacred mountain of ancient times. On the altar, a group of immortal Taoists stand.
Among this group of Taoists, there are the white-white figures who are like old gods and the middle-aged Taoists with black shoulders and wonderful bones.
The person standing in the front is not the Taoist Xuantian, the head of the Taixuan Sect, but the one who has a face full of rosy and rosy like a baby, but has high cheekbones and sunken eye sockets, as if a human skin is draped over a skeleton. .
Taoist Ku Rong, the only demigod-level master of the world who appeared in the Three Dadao Sect, turned out to be the predecessor in Taixuan Sect.
Even the Taoist Xuantian, the seven major branch seats, all stood behind Taoist Ku Rong, and did not dare to be negligent.
Taoist Ku Rong quietly looked at the dim void under the Buddha's light in front of him. Ku Rong's distinct face was as calm as water without any fluctuations.
On the altar, everyone has the cultivation base of the Yuxu realm, and when they are released, they are all big people who are enough to start a mountain in the cultivation world.
However, no one knows whether this is the true strength of the Taixuan Sect, which has been passed down in the cultivation world for five or six thousand years, and no one knows its background.
Three Dadaomen, in the cultivation world, can already be regarded as an ancient sect. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and the cultivation world has not fallen for thousands of years. It is not luck, but the real strength.
In the void in several other directions, there were also clouds floating. Those clouds showed no signs of movement, just like white jade inlaid under the night sky.
Needless to say, there are powerful monks hidden in every cloud. The dark magic cloud in the north is the most conspicuous. There, the magic shadow collided, revealing a heart-palpitating atmosphere of evil spirits.
Just to the south, there was a demon spirit soaring into the sky, a group of demon clouds overwhelming the sky, floating above the sky, countless great demon coming in and out, so lively.
Among the demon clouds, on the broad back of a colorful divine bird stood two figures. One was a beautiful woman wearing a purple dress, who came down like a nine-day fairy, while the other was a five A middle-aged man with golden claws and yellow robe.
"Father, what is the origin of that little monk?" A clear and sweet voice sounded, and the girl standing beside the middle-aged man in yellow robe said.
The middle-aged gaze seemed to penetrate the void, see through everything, see through everything, but at this moment, he frowned and pondered for a long time.
Finally, he said, "Although the old folks in Western Buddhism rarely go out of Western Buddhism, they have never heard of such a powerful Buddha."
This middle-aged man was the demon lord Huang Long. With his knowledge, he did not see the origin of the little monk, let alone other people.
The beautiful girl in purple no longer spoke, but she was shocked in her heart. You know, her father is the demon lord Huanglong, the only dragon clan left in the Tenglong Continent.
The dragon clan, with almost endless lifespan, the demon lord Huanglong, has been in the cultivation world of the Dragon Continent for thousands of years, and is definitely an old antique figure.
He couldn't even see the origin of that little monk, but he had to shock the demon girl inexplicably.
In the demon cloud, there is a big demon with a demon gas from time to time, obviously, but all the big demon are obedient to the demon lord Huanglong, and they dare not have any presumption.
All the powerhouses above the sky were watching, no one acted rashly. The mysterious little monk who walked out of the Buddha's tomb shocked everyone.
"Huh!", "Huh!", "Huh!"
Three old monks with white beards and eyebrows, wearing moon-white monk robes, appeared above the western sky.
"Is he really an ancestor?" One of the old monks with two long snow-white eyebrows looked at the illusory world in front of him, and muttered.
"You and I, as the only remaining elders of Buddhism, should know the secrets passed down by word of mouth from generation to generation in Western Buddhism." The other wrinkled face, but he was full of energy, as if the old monk with endless energy said.
This old monk is old but old, but he sounds like a bell, is tall, and under the moon white monk's clothes, you can see the bulging muscles.
"In the tomb of the Lord Buddha, it is not the Lord Buddha who is buried, but him!" the last old monk who was thin, short, black and wrinkled, said in a loud voice.
"Did...he really reversed life and death?" The elder monk Changmei was shocked. This is the secret that only the Buddhist elders know, and the next elder will be passed on orally by the previous elder.
"It seems to have succeeded, but it seems to have failed again. I can't see through it!" The thin, black, thin monk muttered to himself, looking at the little monk sitting in the misty Buddhaland in front of him.
The three old monks did not step forward, but, like many masters, were hidden above the sky, silently watching the shocking scene ahead.
"Boom..." The sky and the earth shook, and the illusory and unreal Buddhaland gradually became clear, absorbing the endless ground veins, and the spiritual energy of the world seemed to be truly present in front of everyone at any time.
At this moment, in a snowy forest hundreds of miles away, two sneaky figures were talking in a low voice, and at the same time they looked around vigilantly.
"That's it!" the dragon-like guy whispered.
"Here? Will it be too far here? Don't come closer!" a white-clothed youth replied.
"It's not far, and the wicked little bald donkey will show up as soon as it gets closer." The guy in the dragon body seemed scrupulous and refused to accept the proposal of the white-clothed youth.
"Yeah! Then act!" The white-clothed youth nodded and said.
"Okay!" The guy in the dragon body grabbed the white-clothed youth, and then, the snow under the feet of the two men suddenly fell silently, and the two fell suddenly.
A layer of water-like power enveloped Gu Fei and Laogui, and the soil underneath quickly separated to the side. In just a while, the two sank thousands of feet in the ground.
Sensing the vast waves of the earth's fiery veins, the old turtle discerned the direction, used the technique of earth escape, broke through the soil silently, and flew forward.