Chapter 1451: Dharma barrier

Jiuyanghua Li Bai has stayed together for too long, and sometimes there is no need to say any more, just a look, or just a word or two, can understand what the other party means.
Just now, Li Banxian was outside the battle circle, and he had been secretly arranging the magic circle. At about the same time, he greeted the flower monk.
Lao Li knew that the means he had made could not restrain the fierce Killing Qianli at all, so he asked Monk Hua to use the Dharma barrier to envelop that Killing Qianli.
As soon as the purple golden bowl came out, it immediately hovered above Sha Qianli's head, spinning quickly, and the large and small "swastika" characters lingered around, emitting a brilliant golden Buddha light.
After the purple golden bowl was thrown out, Monk Hua immediately put his hands together, sat cross-legged on the ground, took a string of Buddhist beads from his neck and placed it between his hands, then closed his eyes, and carried it in pieces. The magnificent scripture of the echo suddenly echoed in the entire space.
With the Buddhist blessings of the flower monk, the light on the purple golden bowl became stronger and stronger.
Looking at that Killing Thousand Miles, the few qi barriers that Li Banxian had created before have been completely broken, but they were trapped by the Buddhist monk Hua's barrier.
"Yiyang, catch Tianlei!" Wu Jiuyin turned to look at Zhou Yiyang Dao on the side.
Without Wu Jiuyin's reminder, Zhou Yiyang had already started his preparatory actions, and the long sword in his hand pointed to the dark sky.
"Three Qing Patriarchs come again, please invite the gods..."
When the long sword was pointed at the sky, Zhou Yiyang had already swiftly pinched the tactics and chanted the spell, planning to use the thunder-inducing technique.
Only this kind of super strong, strong and yang force can deal with this killing thousands of miles.
But Sha Qianli, who was trapped in the Dharma barrier, did not stop at this time. Sword after sword slashed towards the Dharma barrier. Every time a sword was cut, the Dharma barrier produced huge fluctuations. The purple golden bowl floating above his head would also be much bleak.
The flower monk sitting on the ground chanting Buddhist scriptures had a heavy face and frowned, as if the sword that killed thousands of miles was not slashed on the Dharma barrier, but on his body.
As the epees for thousands of miles slashed and slashed on the Dharma barrier one after another, Monk Hua's condition became worse and worse, his body swayed and trembled, and the light that the purple golden bowl could exude became increasingly dim. I feel that killing thousands of miles can break through the Dharma barrier at any time.
After killing a few more swords, Monk Hua chanted the mantra of the scriptures, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, his body crooked and almost fell to the ground.
"Old Hua..." Wu Jiuyin, who was standing beside him, also looked very nervous. He asked with concern, and then stepped forward. Monk Hua just shook his head slightly at him, and chanted the spell again with both hands. The Buddhist beads between them also kept turning in his hands.
And the monk Hua's voice chanting the mantra also became loud and loud, like Hong Zhong Dalu: "A-character, ten directions, three Buddhas, and all bodhisattvas. There are only 80,000 holy religions. Among the three words, there is enough, and one sentence of Amitabha It is the King of Buddha, the King of Curses, the King of Merit... Nammo Amitabha..."
The flower monk who chanted the Buddhist scriptures again had a high-pitched voice, and every word seemed to be echoed from all directions.
When I looked at the purple golden bowl again, a dazzling light burst out again. The Dharma barrier that looked shaky before became clear again, trapping that Sha Qianli in it.
Despite this, there is still a thin line of blood flowing down the corner of Monk Hua's mouth.
He can only grit his teeth and hold on, and he must hold on until Zhou Yiyang takes Tianlei down.
Ge Yu looked at Monk Hua from a distance, and was inexplicably excited. He wanted to go up and help him, but with the appearance of himself, it would be good to stand up.
The sword in Sha Qianli's hand was still constantly waving, every time a sword was cut, Monk Hua's body shook violently, and the blood slid out along the corner of his mouth, dyeing his monk's robe red.
Let's look at the sky above the sky, the dark clouds are entwined, and the heavens and the earth are in silence. Suddenly there is a wind, and the wind is still violent, flying sand and rocks.
There was still the sound of muffled thunder over "Murulu", a large black cloud condensed, and along with the muffled thunder, a flash of lightning began to tear open the dark night.
The first lightning appeared, followed by a series of lightnings wandering among the dark clouds, spreading their teeth and claws, making them hideous.
Zhou Yiyang, who was holding the sword, let out a loud shout, and a thick lightning suddenly landed on top of the Chinka Sword in his hand.
But Sha Qianli, who was imprisoned in the barrier of Dharma, suddenly stopped his movements and squinted his eyes to look at Zhou Yiyang.
After several sword qi slashes, the Dharma barrier maintained by the purple golden bowl has also begun to falter.
When Ge Yu looked at that killing thousands of miles, he felt that the situation was a little uncomfortable.
Sha Qianli didn't seem to be too flustered, his expression just became more solemn.
Is it possible that he can withstand the nine-day profound thunder that Zhou Yiyang leads down?
Ge Yu wanted to know the consequences.
After that thunder fell on the Chinose Bone Sword, Zhou Zhouyang held the hilt with both hands, and then he shouted again. The thick lightning fell from the tip of the sword, leaving it on the ground. There was a trace of scorched black, and it rolled down towards the killing.
Seeing that thick lightning was about to fall on Sha Qianli, Monk Hua uttered a curse, and his body tilted to the side. The purple golden bowl instantly became smaller and rolled to the side.
The Dharma barrier disappeared, and the thick lightning rushed towards Sha Qianli at a very fast speed.
With an extremely dazzling light, Ge Yu was a little unable to open his eyes.
Accompanied by a loud bang, the whole ground shook slightly, and then quickly fell silent.
When Ge Yu looked in the direction of Sha Qianli again, he was shocked, but seeing that Sha Qianli was still standing there gracefully, maintaining a gesture of raising the sword with both hands, the sky thunder did not fall on Killing Qianli's body, but he was instantly transferred to a place a few tens of meters away, and almost flattened a small hill, still in bursts of blue smoke.
But after moving away from the sky thunder's Killing Thousand Miles, it was obviously uncomfortable, his face became more solemn, and his eyes on Zhou Yiyang were different.
After the first sky thunder fell, the speed of the sky thunder behind was much faster.
Afterwards, Zhou Zhouyang would pour the second and third sky thunders towards Killing Qianli one after another. Then he would repeat the same tricks and move the sky thunder to other places with the sword in his hand.