Chapter 1027: Comprehend the mantra

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The purple scorpion hits a heavy blow, and the sound of the tremor sounds, and the energy visible to the naked eye oscillates and scatters.
The strongest defense in the world has blocked this blow, and it really deserves its name.
The power of the purple scorpion is dissipating, and the monk's body shield is vibrating, but there is no sign of breaking open.
The slaying of good and evil monks is completely blocked, but the attack of the sable is not over yet.
He flashed in front of the good and evil monks, launched a close attack, elbows, fingers, fists, palms, various attacks appeared, showing strong power.
This is a close combat, the purple and the perfect body, can transform the perfect force to the extreme.
The mask of the good and evil monk began to tremble, shake, and insisted on having three interest, which was a burst of blast, and the monk retired a few steps and escaped the next attack of the purple.
The mask was broken, neither of them spoke, the monk had a hand, the golden light flashed, a scorpion appeared, and the shining golden light shone toward the purple sable.
The lyrics are filled with extremely pure Buddha power, exuding strong pressure and colliding with the purple fist.
In the midst of the shock, Zi Yan broke the word, but the whole person stepped back a few steps.
The two began to show a fierce attack, in which the monk's attacks are endless, and most of them have not been used before.
As a result, Zi Yan is more skeptical about whether the person in front of him is a monk.
The old monk and the Buddha statue are watching the battle, without opening or communicating.
The tremor of the void, a golden palm print down, with the pressure of the scorpion, the palm of the hand of the golden palm print, there is also a slogan Buddha, and now the attack methods played by the monks are the top technology of the Buddha.
The sable is drinking, volleying, and punching.
Compared with the magical technique, he is inferior to the monk nowadays, but he can use his power to break the power and mobilize the power of the spirit of the spirit, and it is completely inferior to the magical technique, even stronger.
The two battles in a row, coupled with a lot of magical skills, the monk's combat power is no less than the purple, and did not reveal the defeat in a short time.
The expression of the monk gradually changed and became depressed. When attacking again, it added strength.
"Okay, don't fight, you are not my opponent." After a blow, Ziyu retreated and then spoke.
"I am not your opponent." The monk blinked.
The purple cicada smiled coldly, and the monk was so thief that he had just deliberately revealed that expression, and wanted to fight with himself, especially after the epiphany, but also had full confidence in his own combat power.
"Come back." The monk drank, very dissatisfied, rushing toward the purple.
"I am looking for abuse, but I can't blame me." The purple singer snorted and the power of the whole body turned directly into gold and silver.
The two forces began to work, and the purple scorpion was filled with a very violent atmosphere.
"yin and yang."
In the loud drink, the left and right hands of the purple enamel began to print, printed, and a golden sun appeared in silver and half a month, showing a terrible and powerful atmosphere, rushing to the monk.
"Peng."
The monk’s strongest defense was broken, and the whole person was volleyed, and the purple scorpion turned into a two-color light, and began a melee combat.
The light of gold and silver is constantly flashing, and the attack of the purple scorpion not only contains the perfect power, but also the power of the dollar, and it is still the yin and yang.
"Peng." "Peng." "Peng."
The defense of the monk was broken again and again, and the whole person was backed up again and again. It was extremely embarrassing.
After a fist hit the monk, the purple singer asked coldly: "I still fight."
The monk pouted, very dissatisfied, but also know that there are some gaps between the two, although the Buddha and the old monk did not speak, but the expression on both faces is somewhat uncomfortable.
Suddenly, the old monk flashed a light in his eyes, then looked up at the Buddha statue and saw the eyes of the Buddha statue. He just stunned at this time.
"Teacher, welcome you back, but your skills are still lacking, and the mastery is not complete. Now pass your Buddha's magical powers." The old monk said.
"Amitabha."
A golden light appeared from the eyes of the Buddha, and the world of purple became a golden color.
Time seems to be retreating at this moment, returning to the scene when Zi Zi inadvertently broke into the Buddhist monk's inheritance.
In this golden world, there are many golden light spots, and each light spot represents a magical power.
At this moment, the inheritance of the techniques of Buddhism is all presented in front of the good and evil monks. Of course, it is also presented in front of Zi Yan.
The Buddha's inheritance is like a peerless treasure. Many light spots are just the same, and you have the qualification to win the strong.
"So many techniques are passed down." Looking at the golden light spots, Zi Yan’s heart was extremely hot.
But the old monk will be so kind, the answer is obviously impossible, the other party will be willing to pass on the technique without reservation, and prove that he still has not given up the idea of ​​enchanting himself.
Therefore, this is a conspiracy, placed on the bright side, as long as the purple is tempted, then it will be buddha.
But with so many techniques, Zi Yan will not be tempted. This is like a poor man suddenly seeing a Jinshan, even if he knows that there is some danger, I am afraid it will be spelled.
At this moment, the purple eyes also have this kind of luck.
He walked among the thousands of light points, and the same kind of magical technique appeared in front of his eyes. As the spiritual thoughts came in, detailed introductions will appear.
Among them are the singers used by the monks, the strongest defenses, and other techniques, including refining, refining, and many other aspects. It can be said that the Buddha has passed down to this day and all the inheritance can be left.
If at this moment, the people of the Jin family appear, they will find out that among these magical powers, there are actually those who have previously looted.
Thousands of techniques, although the purple heart is expected to get, but knows that it can not be greedy, he went straight to the power of the truth, a total of six words, divided into six light points, and ranked in front of you.
The six-character mantra is a representative of the many supernatural powers of the Buddha. It is extremely powerful.
"Master, he came to the truth." Outside the Golden World, the old monk suddenly spoke.
The Buddha did not speak or nod, but what happened in the Golden World, he can naturally see.
"He has three pages of heavenly books, and he is also a native of the ancients. If we improve him, will it cause dissatisfaction with the ancients?" The old monk said again.
The Buddha image finally opened, as if from the sound of the ancient voice: "We have not refined him, no matter how dissatisfied."
The old monk looks awkward and hands clasped together: "Amitabha, I am compassionate, we have not made a small donor, everything is a fate, and a small donor like my Buddha."
The Buddha statue did not speak, and the old monk did not speak.
In the golden world, Zi Yan has begun to understand the first word of the mantra. This is the practice that Zi Yan decided to enlighten after careful consideration. Because of the six-character mantra, the first word is the most familiar.
Now he is only a layer of sacred film from the real language of the Gou, and once it is broken, the secret of the truth will be presented in front of the sable.
Behind the purple scorpion, the tall magic shadow appeared again, and at this moment, the magic shadow body exudes a murderous murder.
Business is also very fluent. It will take more time, so wherein the squad will continue to be business in the state of sin.
"It's a bit clever, but it's useless." The old monk was secretly in his heart.
When Zi Yan began to understand the truth, the murder behind him began to weaken, and then the golden Buddha power appeared again.
"Kill, kill, kill." The purple spirits have a more powerful killing effect, while the body's perfect exercises work to dispel every Buddha's power trying to enter here.
In the meantime, in order to make his own killing more intense, Zi Zi thought about everything that can be killed, the killer.
The first thing he thought of was the aliens. The Mozu and the human beings were not the enemy of the heavens, and they never died.
When I think of the Mozu, the purple scorpion's whole body killing is rising, extremely rich, but this kind of killing only lasted for a while, and it was weak again.
"Kill, kill, kill."
In the heart of Zi Yan, he once again thought about the enemy. In the end, he thought about it. There were only five elements, and he found that when he thought of the power of the Five Elements, he was even more powerful than the Mozu.
The shadow of the shadow standing behind the purple scorpion is motionless, and the rich killing is almost substantive. This can indeed ensure that the purple scorpion is not tempered, but it does not make much use for the power of enlightenment.
The old monk is very clear that if the purple scorpion does not turn to the Buddha, he would like to realize the power of the mantra. This is not a little possible.
"Fully Buddha." He smiled in his heart, quietly waiting for the purple buddha.
Purple eyes and knees, motionless, and the words in the sea often appear frequently, producing strange power.
He seems to be in the general, murderous for him to hold the last trace of Qingming, his whole person is into the ocean of the power of mantra.
The purple scorpion is immersed in it, and gradually discovers that the power of the truth has changed. From the mantra of Buddha's power, it becomes full of killing.
At the moment when this killing appeared, the purple scorpion knew that there was an electric light flashing through it. This electric light cut through the sea, dispelled the fog, and naturally penetrated the thin aponeurosis.
The sable is sober and awake.
It is the power of mantra that uses Buddhism to fight. EbookFREE.me~ The power of using the force and killing is also the power of the truth, but the nature is different, but the power is the same.
This is like the road three thousand, the end is the same as the avenue.
To understand this point, Zi Yan understands the power of the truth, and then the enlightenment is a lot easier. He is like a hungry passer-by, enjoying the nectar.
After the purple scorpion, the killing is dissipated, the shadow is still the shadow, the Buddha power can no longer erode, assimilate, at this moment, as if the magic shadow is for the entity, no flaws, indestructible.
"Oh." The old monk naturally found something strange and snorted.
Just in the purple, in reality, the purple scorpion suddenly opened.
"Hey."
The first word in the six-character mantra appears, and an inexplicable great force emerges and oscillates. There is no Buddha power in this great force, and some are killing and destroying power.
Seeing this scene, the face of the old monk changed instantly.