Chapter 1295: Mantra

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Almost all of them have had skin contact, but the sable has no danger at all.
But at this moment, Zi Yan feels dangerous.
Lin Xue holding a piece of clothing in his hand, let the purple scorpion try to fit the size.
Su Mengyao came to the purple sable with the fruit. On the wrist of Shangguanyue, there was a ribbon on the wrist, and the long sword on the back of Wang Xianer was shining.
The konjac took a new weapon to let the sables appreciate.
"Purple, you see my stone sword, is not the same as the original." Zhang Haotian said.
The monk thief’s head came to the side of the brain, and then took out a thing from his arms and said,
Hey, let’s take a look at my restoration of the konjac.

In short, many people around, almost everything in their hands, and they are coming towards the purple scorpion, it seems to be besieging, but the sable will not believe that they will attack him.
Dangerous warnings are more frequent, the expression of the purple cicada is somewhat restless, and the face is hesitant and struggling.
"Purple, what's wrong with you." The people obviously care about the purple, his little expression changes, they all look in the eyes.
The purple swayed his head and he chose to believe in himself and throw away these warnings.
However, at this time, a loud, bell-like sound rang from his mind.
The bells are melodious, with some kind of meaning, like a sacred roof, which dispels the fog in Ziyan’s mind.
In a flash, the trace of the purple eyes disappeared, replaced by a clear.
"Purple, what's wrong with you." Everyone asked again, very concerned.
Qing Ming’s sharp sense of return came back. He saw a lot of anomalies. He shook his head and said,
Sorry, I am too slow to go and look for you.

After that, the purple cicada closed his eyes.
Just as the purple eyes closed their eyes, the eyes of those acquaintances around them became jealous and became sinister, just like the eyes of the dragon.
The things in their hands have become weapons in a flash.
The clothes in Lin Xue’s hands changed, and the fruit in Su Mengya’s hand changed. The ribbon in the hand of Shangguan Yueer became a scimitar, and the long sword on the back of Wang Xian’er was unsheathed.
As for the other people, the original weapons released a glaring light in the next moment, and then attacked the purple scorpion.
In the face of the surrounding attacks, Zi Yan still closed his eyes, but his mouth was open, and he sighed: "Hey."
This is the first syllable of the Buddha's six-character mantra. After being gently sipped by the purple sable, it has become extremely bright. The thunder of the stunned demon is generally blown up in this world.
Around the crowd, the people who besieged the purple scorpion, their movements are all slow, and in the next moment, they seem to be trapped in a quagmire, and the movement becomes extremely slow.
"Well."
Then, the second sound appeared, and this sound shook the space, causing the whole space to tremble.
With the vibration brought by this syllable, the faces of everyone around them immediately showed painful colors, like the 10,000-ant worms, and some people couldn’t help but fall down and began to mourn.
The mourning of the surrounding began to rise and fall, like a ghost of resentment, a fierce and painful voice.
The eyes of the purple eyes are shaking, because these are the sounds he is familiar with. However, he still does not open his eyes, but screams the third sound at the fastest speed.
"Well."
As soon as the third sound came out, the thunder began to tremble, and the space around it trembled more intensely. Then, a force that belongs to the truth spread, with the purple scorpion as the center, spreading toward all directions.
Where this shocked Weili passed, the shape of these purple-smelling people began to dissipate.
Like the blowing of the clouds, the thunder disappeared, the purple scorpion became extremely empty, and only the screaming echo was still echoing.
Zi Yan can hear all the sounds from the echo.
Until these sounds dissipated, Zi Yan opened his eyes again. His eyes were no longer decisive, and his emotions became very complicated.
Although knowing that everything is false, Zi Yan also broke this illusion, but it still evokes his heart of thought.
This...may be the weakness of the purple.
Compared with the indecisiveness of the purple enamel at the moment, the tall figure behind the purple scorpion is a lot of indifference.
The Buddha's true words are Buddha, so there will be a Buddha shadow behind him, which looks compassionate and looks kind. His face always has a smile that makes people feel good.
Compared with the golden Buddha statue, this statue belongs to his own figure, which is pure black. It looks more like a pure demon, very cold and cruel.
Zi Yan does not respect the Buddha, only respects himself.
"This is... vulture mantra."
The outside magic dragon naturally saw everything that happened on the side of the purple scorpion. Immediately, the look changed, and the angry anger screamed: "This is a thief, why is the purple scorpion, and how he sees me through this. It’s a fantasy.

The magic dragon is very incomprehensible. He thinks he knows the purple, but today the purple is the second time he expected.
In the illusion space, the purple eyes are kneeling, and the power of the words in the mouth appears again.
"Oh, okay, it."
At the beginning, he only learned the first three tones, and when he wanted to learn the power of the latter, he was forced to go out by the old monk.
Therefore, his mantra is not complete, but to break this illusion, he can only read it over and over again, letting the strange powers spread to every part of the world.
The sable has some regrets. When he left, he did not ask for another three notes.
If the six-tone is complete, then just one pass, you can break the illusion.
"Oh, okay, it."
The six-character mantra is centered on the purple cicada and spreads around. It quickly fills the world and spreads to the world around him.
"How could this be."
Dong Qing is full of blood, incredulously looking at the knife and shield combination in front.
This is just a combination of the knife and shield of the cub, but it has extremely powerful means. At first glance, it is the best in the same class, but it is more difficult to capture. It is very difficult to communicate.
At this moment, she wants to accept the knife shield.
But it is very difficult. In this conquest, the vitality of the passing is already in crisis to his life.
Suddenly, a voice from the outside world sounded. This voice just started to scream like a mosquito, making her feel annoyed, but she wanted to listen and hear the follow-up sound.
Soon, the sound was louder, causing the energy of the void to oscillate.
In this shock, the fog that blocks the spirit of Dongqing begins to loosen.
After that, the sound became louder.
"This is the sound of Zen singing." Dong Qing was very surprised, and then the fog completely dissipated. After the spiritual return, she naturally saw the anomaly here.
"Is it my home here, why do you always beat me."
The rock is talking to a group of stones. These stones are very strange. They can become bigger and smaller. At this moment, these stones rotate around the rock, and some suddenly change direction, and they directly penetrate the body of the stone.
The rock is very weak, but it is very stubborn. He wants to know a question. Is it here his home, and he is not one of these stones, but the stone will not answer at all, just blindly to him. Launch an attack.
Suddenly, there was a sound outside the broken stone. This sound did not cause the attention of the rough stone at first, but soon the sound became louder and became louder.
After completely listening to it, the rough stone scratched his head and said: "This is someone singing, but it's so weird, why can we only sing one sentence, but it looks very good."
The power of the truth is filled with the world where the stone is located, and then these stones seem to have life, become uneasy, and some have begun to tremble.
"Are you very scared?" Barbarian asked, but naturally he could not get a reply.
"Don't sing, they are very scared." The singer shouted at the sky and shouted at the same time, punching and punching.
The singular Weili was unable to break up. Then, this force began to oscillate here, the surrounding stones dissipated, and the surrounding scenes dissipated.
"Ah, damn, the magic dragon, must be the magic dragon." Barbie took back his fist and looked around in the empty air.
When the strange power spread to Shangguanhong, she was also injured. She is the most valued thing, a wooden heart.
But Muling's heart has a strong attack power, she can't catch it, and she can't refine it.
Until the spread of the power of the truth, dispelling the fog that obscured the sense of spirit, she was awake, and then there was a horrible fear.
"Who is singing in Zen, who saved me." Shangguan Hong looked toward the sky.
In the last world, Wu Xie placed a book in front of it, which recorded the secret of not dying.
This secret clearly states his fear of not dying, and the way to resolve it.
"Is this really true?"
Wu Xie is not quite certain, but he wants to try it. As he walks along, he has encountered too many dangers. He may die if he does not die, so he wants to die.
So he took out a sharp blade and slammed it directly toward his eyebrows.
"what."
Then, in this world, Wu Xie’s screams were heard, and his eyebrows began to bleed.
"It's too light~EbookFREE.me~ but it's too painful. How can I get it, who will help me."
Wu Xie yelled at Yang Tian, ​​then shouted the power of the truth.
After that, Weili dispelled the evil fog of Wu Xie. Wu Xie quickly recognized this as a fantasy. He screamed again because he had almost ruined himself.
"Oh, okay, it."
The illusions of several people have all been broken, but the world has not been eliminated, and the power of the truth is still echoing.
The four people who wake up seem to have guessed the use of the power of the Word, and began to send power to the world.
Soon, the whole world was filled with many forces, like filling up with gunpowder, waiting for the lead to ignite and then blast.
The purple eyes of the closed eyes opened their eyes and stopped singing. The tall magic image behind him had his own wisdom. He had a black knife in his hand. This is a black knife composed entirely of the power of the truth.
Then he took the knife, like a usual purple scorpion murder, step by step across the purple scorpion, a knife to the front ...