Chapter 2401: Mantra of Great Name

"I have always heard that Master Tongtian has magic power, and today Lao Gang will teach him."
Clay figurines also have three points of fire, not to mention the ancient burning that has always been used to being high.
Don't look at this old monk's demeanor, he looks like a good monk, but his temper is actually quite hot. At first, his master knew his temper very well, so he gave him the nickname as a burning word. Be restless, don't burn like a gun battle.
It's a pity that Jiang Shan's nature is difficult to change, and he hasn't changed his temperament after so many years of Dharma scriptures, and as his status gets higher and higher, he is more and more respected, and he has become more particular about his face. In the face of so many people, he was beaten by the celestial leader, and it was strange that he could not resist the outbreak.
"Want to play against my elder brother, you are not qualified yet, come and come, old bald donkey, grandpa and grandpa of your family play with you today."
A daunting voice came suddenly, leaving the ancient gas almost spurting out of the old blood, all trembling violently.
Ding Ning was very energized, and he looked at the thin figure moving fast and far through his eyes without blinking, as if seeing idols, twinkling stars appeared in his eyes.
Just kidding, this grandpa Grandpa's mantra is definitely his favorite mythical character, none of them.
He disrespected the sky, fearlessly, disrespected the gods and Buddhas, disrespected ghosts and gods, dared to act, and acted rashly ...
In the face of injustice and power, he dares to poke the sky out of the cave and never yields to the unruly and untamed, which makes him deeply admired and admired.
Although Erlang Shen's strength was not weaker than him, and even made him suffer a loss, Ding Ning couldn't like him even if he hadn't left him. He felt that he was an old and obscure thing, and he was not bright enough at all.
Of course, most of them are myths and stories compiled by future generations, which may not be consistent with the actual character, but it does not affect Ding Ning ’s love for Grand Sage and is full of expectations.
At least, the provocative and provocative antiquity as soon as he appeared, made him feel that even if his character differs from myth and legend, it should not be too big.
Ding Ning's heart thumped uncontrollably, and his eyes stared at the gradually clear figure.
It is not the thunder gong mouth, solitary face, golden eyes with yellow hair, yellow hair, yellow hair, and two red strands described in myths and legends, but a standard human race with a short stature, short hair, and a thin body, but with explosive power.
Sun Wukong's face looks quite delicate and fair-skinned, which is quite similar to that of the six-year-old boy who once became popular for playing the grandfather.
His age does not look very big. If it was n’t always carrying a panlong stick with a heavy weight on his shoulders, a pair of eyes shone with an unruly color, adding a bit of wild domineering to him, otherwise If you let him put on a school uniform, it is no different from a middle school student who is harmless to personal animals.
"All right, little beast, you succeeded in angering me. Since you are going to die, Lao Kun will educate and teach you how to be a man."
The ancient Buddha's first Buddha ascended to heaven and the second Buddha was born. He smiled angrily, and he couldn't care to maintain his decent monk's decency.
Probably being accused of being a small animal, I am used to it. Sun Wukong did n’t take it seriously. He bore his nose with impatience and urged angrily: "Old bald donkey, do n’t hold a lot of crooked nonsense, If you want to hit it, hurry up and see if your grandpa Grandpa does n’t smash your dog ’s head with a stick. "
"Little beast, let's die."
The direct runaway of ancient gas, the power of terror soared, and a golden Buddha phantom with a size of hundreds of feet was formed above the head in an instant, and the horrible big hand carried a terrible breath of destruction.
Ran photographed to Sun Wukong volley.
This scene reminded Ding Ning of the Wuzhi Mountain, which was transformed into the palm of the Buddha in the Journey to the West, and how similar it was to this scene, so that his heart was suddenly caught together.
After all, Monkey Monkey ca n’t escape from the Five Finger Mountain like Buddha ’s. This is a well-known proverb. Can Sun Wukong break this curse?
Facts have proved that Gu Ran is not like a Buddha, and Sun Wukong is not the monkey in the Journey to the West. Faced with the horrifying palm that made Ding Ning feel heartbroken, he just rolled his eyes carelessly. Forget to ridicule: "Old bald donkey, you are too weak. With this strength, even tickling Grandpa Sun is not qualified."
Then, like everyone else, Ding Ning opened his mouth in shock, staring dumbly at the panlong stick in Sun Wukong's hands, suddenly turning into a huge stick-like shadow, smashing a bang like a watermelon. Going down, the huge Buddha's palm was as unbearable as a local chicken and tile dog, and the stick shadow was not affected at all, and continued to hit the golden Buddha.
boom!
Just like Mars hitting the earth, the violent collision made the entire space oscillating. Like a nuclear bomb explosion, it burst into a dazzling light and became the only color between heaven and earth, making it impossible to look directly at.
The gusty wind rushed, flying sand and rocks, as if all the world was swept by the end of the world, the world's forces began to boil violently like boiling water, making people's chests depressed.
Even the strongest people in the scene had to narrow their eyes slightly, exhaling a breath to form a barrier to protect the people around them, lest they be crushed by the aftermath of this battle.
Only Ding Ning, with the protection of the formation, opened his eyes and watched the whole process clearly. He saw with his own eyes that the mighty golden Buddha was knocked on the head by Sun Wukong. The power of terror made that huge The Buddha's phantom shattered and shattered.
Gu Ran seemed to have been severely repulsed, his mouth spouted a blood arrow, his face was pale and bloodless, and his breath quickly became sluggish.
The power of a stick is so horrible.
Gu Ran, as the lord of the ancient Buddhist temple and the powerful state of the world, was not an enemy of Sun Wukong. This made Ding Ning clenched his fists quietly. His eyes were full of fiery colors. There was never this moment, he was Such a longing for power, longing for a powerful power like Sun Wukong.
If he had such a terrible power, there would be no one in the sky and underground, and there would be no way to be hunted down by his own woman. There was nowhere to go, and he could only hide in the formation.
The pupils of the top powerhouses in the Intruder Alliance shrank violently, and after watching the smoke dissipate, they put the Panlong stick on their shoulders slyly, holding the booger and squinting the old, thin figure like nothing else. There was a deep sense of fear in the eyes.
"The way of pure power has been taken to the extreme by you. Lao Guan is ashamed of himself, but if you think that you will win me, it will be naive."
A vast sound like Hong Zhong Da Lu suddenly sounded, constantly echoing in the sky, just like the Buddha lecturing, containing the charm of Buddhism that can affect people's wisdom.
The eyes of the people with weak strength and unwillingness at the scene were suddenly dull, and they had a heart of worship. Fortunately, they were surrounded by strong people, and each magical power awakened them.
But Ding Ning was not supported by anyone. Even after the formation, the mind instantly lost its guard, and it suddenly gave birth to want to bow down to it. From then on, the ancient lantern of ancient Buddha, converted to the idea of ​​my Buddha.
Fortunately, his will was strong enough. At the critical moment, the spirit of the ancient temple sent out invisible waves again, which wiped out the spiritual attack like a spring wind and rain. At the moment when his knees were about to land, he finally woke up and suddenly surprised. A cold sweat, the look to Gu Ran has changed, completely put away before because
He was contemptuous by Sun Wukong's stroke.
The powerful double attack of Sonic Spirit seems to have no offensiveness, but it hears thunder in the silent place, and the quiet things are quietly attracting people.
"Old bald donkey, your so-called sonic mental attack is useless to your grandfather and grandson, so save it."
Sun Wukong's heart is permanent, which can affect the double mental attacks of most people present, but he is not affected at all, and he said impatiently.
A strange smile appeared on Gu Ran's old face: "Really? What about now?"
Well, ummi ...
An ancient temple that seemed to cross the long river of time and space suddenly exposed the tip of the iceberg in the sky. The temple radiated bursts of golden Buddha light, Sanskrit bursts, wooden fish, bells, and chanting sounds.
If there is a real Buddha in the temple, there is a Sanskrit sound like a twilight morning bell, echoing in the air.
All the monks in the ancient Buddhist temple and its subordinate Buddhist gates are all in strict condition, sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, and chanting chantingly in their mouths. Intertwined and echoed from each other, forming layers of notes visible to the naked eye, the notes jumped and entangled in the air, and turned into a stave-like ghost image, constantly echoing in the air.
In an instant, only the mighty Buddha sound echoed in the sky, majestic and magnificent, and infected all souls.
"No, it's a mantra of mantras and big words, and quickly shut down five senses and six senses."
The knowledgeable Taoist strong face changed drastically and reminded loudly that there was a hint of Taoist rhythm in the voice and wanted to compete with that Buddha sound.
Fortunately, the Buddha's sound is permeable like a magic sound. Even if the six senses are closed, they still can't stop its erosion.
First of all, some weaker people looked behind for a while, and then showed a fanatical piety, puffy and puffy, and the sound was endless, and most of the people in the field were kneeling on the ground in the blink of an eye. Mimi ", making the sound of the Buddha emitted by the mantra of the mantra becomes more and more powerful, and the power of deceiving people becomes more terrifying.
Immediately afterwards, those immortal emperor-level strongmen could not contend with the sound of the Buddha, and after struggling to show their faces, they quickly knelt down on the ground to worship and became a boost to the power of the Truthful Mantra.
Subsequently, the immortal emperor could not contend and joined the ranks of worship. Then, even the immortal Heavenly Venerable began to surrender one after another, becoming the accomplice of this sonic array. Only a few strong-willed Tianzun-level strongmen hold Yuanshouyi, and That Buddha sound struggled.
"Gu Ran, you dead thief are bald. This is something you have planned carefully for a long time. Let's wipe everyone out."
Yang Kun sat cross-legged, struggling against the brahma sounds that never ceased to be with his ears, and questioned Gu Ran's anger.
Gu Ran ’s smile on his face was prideful, and he said regretfully:
Lao Qu had intended to use this trick after winning the roots of the world. Unfortunately, now that the psychic Taoist corpse has appeared, Lao Qu is also helpless. , Had to use it in advance, it really made everyone laugh. "
Yinhua's mother-in-law showed her anger and stared at Gu Ran with an angry voice: "Dare you move us, are you not afraid of the revenge of the forces behind us?"
"Afraid, of course I'm afraid, but, even if Lao Qun wants you to retaliate, you won't retaliate."
Gu Ran gave a squinted glance like everyone else, who was meditating cross-legged and struggling against the sound of Buddha and Sun Wukong. He smiled with pride.
"What do you mean?"
All of the strong Taoist strongmen who could keep awake heard a slight sink in their hearts, had a strong sense of uneasiness, and asked aloud.