Chapter 689: My brother's name

"Get out of the way! Dare to obstruct Killing Wuxue!"
　　 "Block them! Don't let them go into the city!"
　　 "Oh, this is a group of Buddhist masters! They broke in!"
　　 In the fierce battle in the capital city, dozens of old monks sat on the lotus platform and walked quickly, followed by a tumbling cloud of blood behind them.
　　 Buddha light and blood light are so contrasting at this moment.
　　 At the place where the city wall of Fengdu City collapsed, dozens of old monks shot at the same time.
　　The Yin Si war witch who fought hard near the gap was too late to stop, and even if he tried desperately to block it, he couldn't stop it at all...I could only watch these masters rush into the capital city and rush to the place where the six reincarnation plates are located.
　　 Yin Division is in danger.
　　 "Stop!"
　　 King Qin Guang raised his sword and stood on the street, blasted angrily, and stopped all the old monks and blood clouds flying from the front.
　　 led the burning lamp ancient Buddha and did not answer, but an old monk behind him flew out from the lotus platform, stood upright in the air, and made a Buddhist ceremony to King Qin Guang.
　　 "Amitabha Buddha."
　　 "Landing!" King Qin Guang pointed at the highest cultivation level among the old monks. He raised his hand and sprinkled a few sword lights, but he did not lift his eyelids.
　　The old monk who took the shot pushed his left palm forward, and the Buddha seal in his palm slowly turned. All the sword shadows sprinkled by King Qin Guang were suppressed by the golden light. Even King Qin Guang was sealed on the street, unable to move.
　　 "The brilliance of rice grains."
　　 Burning the lamp coldly left a sentence, leading a group of old monks to move forward.
　　 There were a few strange laughs in the blood cloud. A pair of young men and women embraced the falling bleeding cloud and landed on the roof of the house beside them, quietly watching King Qin Guang who was suppressed by the golden light.
　　 This pair of men and women are not ashamed or embarrassed in their actions. If it weren't for the pieces of clothes on their bodies, they would have thought that the pair of Asuras had grown together.
　　 The old monk turned a blind eye to this, and the golden Buddha seal continued to strengthen, trying to crush King Qin Guang’s will to resist.
　　 "Hey," the woman from the Asura crowd said softly, "the elder over there, why don't we let us kill him with a single sword?"
　　 "My Buddha has orders," the old monk said slowly, "Yin Si is tired and has merit, and cannot be killed in vain. After the six reincarnation discs are taken away, and the Yin Si is ordered, you are free to dispose of the remnants here.
　　 The Shura woman chuckles and said: "Commands are commands, and strains are strains. Why are they so rigid?"
　　 The old monk didn't answer, but just stood there quietly and suppressed King Qin Guang; although the old monk looked nothing unusual, his eyes actually flashed with a little pity.
　　 "Amitabha."
　　 "Huh," Shura's eyes flashed a little bit of chill, but when the man who said nothing wanted to draw his sword, the woman squeezed his wrist.
　　 The woman chuckled sweetly, pounced in the arms of the man and began to make some exquisite movements, her mouth continued to squeak, and an obscure and imperceptible rhyme flowed slowly between the two.
　　 The old monk remained unmoved, but stood there to suppress King Qin Guang.
　　 Boom!
On the road ahead, there was a long distance away from this place, and another explosion sounded, but it was a group of ghost repair masters who were placed in the city, risking their death to stop the group of old monks and the blood. cloud.
　　 Unfortunately, in addition to making some noise, the ghost soldiers were killed by several old monks in a blink of an eye.
　　 King Qin Guang lay down on the ground, clenched his fists, but couldn't raise his arms at all, staring at him, he couldn't even blow himself up.
　　 This is the absolute suppression of cultivation.
　　 On the streets of the capital city, a pair of handsome men and beauties are lewd in public on the roof. The old monk standing on the street and the Yin Si Yanjun lying on the ground make this picture somewhat weird.
　　The fluctuation of fighting method, the shining Buddha light, the continuous roar...
　　 The group of Buddhist masters who broke into the capital city and the Sea of ​​Blood Asuras quickly approached the six reincarnation discs, destroying the ghost soldiers who dared to attack them along the way.
　　 After a while, the six reincarnations are in sight, and the big formation formed by the Meishan army is also in sight.
　　Before the Meishan army, the ghost images were dense. Millions of ghost soldiers crowded the streets and alleys, seeming to want to use the lives of millions of ghosts to stop these monks sitting on the lotus platform.
　　 But wherever the Buddha light goes, ghosts melt like ice and snow...
"How to do?"
　　 Guo Shen asked anxiously, Naojian beside him couldn't answer except for a wry smile.
　　 The current situation is like this, the two big Luo Jinxians really can't help much, they can only follow the second master's order and fight for time here.
Naojian sighed, and said in the large formation formed by Meishan: "Erlang, this world has become a bit incomprehensible to me. The Buddhist school that is calling for the protection of all living beings is going to destroy the palm of the Lord. In the Yinsi Difu of Reincarnation, the great virtues and monks on Lingshan have not fought side by side with the Sea of ​​Blood Shura. Can you understand?"
　　 Meishan Xianbing looked solemn, and many people shook their heads subconsciously.
　　 "In any case, we stick to our heart, and we have a measure of right and wrong in our hearts." Naojian's voice is not melodious, as if he was talking to them on weekdays.
　　 Naojian said: "Later there will be a life-and-death battle. Maybe we are vulnerable in the eyes of these eminent monks, and yes, we may be really vulnerable, but Meishan boy, have you ever been afraid to move forward?"
　　 Meishan fairy soldiers said nothing, but their eyes became firmer.
　　 "The second master once said that those who insult the great virtues are the second master's mortal enemy!"
　　 Naoken took a breath and shouted abruptly, "Guard Houdu! From the battle to the last soldier, Meishan will not retreat!"
　　 Three hundred thousand immortal soldiers shouted in unison: "Here!"
　　 For a while, the big formation seemed to thicken a bit.
　　 The ghost soldiers were mostly ablated by the light of these high monks. A high-ranking monk had already rushed to the Meishan formation, and the ancient Buddha chanted a Buddha's name, and seemed to slap a palm without effort.
　　 A palm print that covered the sky and sun smashed into the large array, the large array of light flickered, and 300,000 Meishan fairy soldiers were damaged at the same time.
　　 But the big formation is still there.
It is true that such a large formation has borrowed from the heavenly defensive formation, and the Meishan fairy soldiers can be considered higher or lower than the heavenly soldiers; but their formation is too wide, even if there is a clever formation with chemical and scattered forces, It can't support dozens of masters for too long.
　　 "Break this array."
　　 Burning the lantern gave an order with his face cold. At the moment, there were four old monks sitting on the lotus platform floating forward, or holding Buddhist instruments, or chopping hands to perform magical powers. The big battle was shaking, and the Xiaoban Meishan fairy soldiers vomited blood.
　　 Naoken and Guo Shen looked at each other. After the two rushed to the light wall of the large array, they glared at the outside of the array.
　　 Guo Shen yelled: "Buddhists, but do you really not put my second master in your eyes?"
　　 I can drag it for a while now, and I don’t care whether it will shame my father.
　　 "Heh," Ran Deng sneered, "Yang Jian is no more than a disciple of a sect. What is the fear of Dao Sect now? If you don't want to die, then dispel the formation and meditate on the spot. The poor monks don't want to kill the innocent."
"It's a bit ironic to say that killing the innocent indiscriminately," Naojian sneered back. "Don't be afraid to tell you that Erye's skill has increased greatly now, if you really think Buddhism can protect you Live with you and kill us today? The second master will always avenge our blood and hatred."
　　 Guo Shen asked, "Don’t talk nonsense about this, how do you know the second master’s skill has increased?"
　　 "It's blind to him, the second master seldom talks about spiritual practice with us. Where do I go to know this."
　　 Guo Shen:...
　　 Outside the big array, Ran Deng's complexion was overcast, and it seemed that he was really worried about this matter.
　　 The scene of Yang Jian's fight with Zhunti Saint, seems to be still circling in his mind at this time, unable to disperse, if Yang Jian's strength improves again... it is really a tricky matter.
　　 Suddenly heard a somewhat feminine man's voice in the blood cloud: "A mere three-generation disciple of a Taoist school makes Buddhism so jealous. It really makes people laugh."
　　Without waiting for Burning Lantern, he made up his mind, and a big hand broke through the blood cloud and hit the light wall of the big array. There was a spring of blood in the middle of the big hand.
　　 There was a loud bang, and the hand smashed a section of the light wall forcibly. All the immortal soldiers in Meishan were struck by lightning. Tens of thousands of immortal soldiers who were closest to the blood palm softened and were directly fainted by the shock.
　　 Amidst the blood cloud, there were all the beautiful men and women. The person who had just waved his palm stood at the forefront. There was a sneer on that somewhat enchanting face.
　　 This person wanted to make a palm forward and had fun killing tens of thousands of monks, but he heard an old monk chant a Buddhist name.
　　 "Get the six reincarnation disc faster."
　　 At the moment, these dozens of old monks and the group of Asuras seemed to have begun a fight, rushing over the heads of the Meishan immortal soldiers, rushing towards the sky above the ten Yama Hall.
　　 The sky was full of streamers, and the netherworld was making waves.
　　 Naoken and Guo Shen looked at each other, and the two figures flew up from below at the same time, rushing to the group of experts who came out and crushed their brothers.
　　 An old monk stopped the lotus platform and slapped Naojian and Guo Shen with two palms~EbookFREE.me~ and shot them back directly.
　　 One person shouted: "The six reincarnation discs are in the clouds!"
　　 There was a blue light beside Burning Lantern, standing above the Yan Luo Temple, a big hand swelled against the wind, and grabbed the slowly rotating colorful clouds.
　　 "Who dares to offend Houtu Empress!"
　　Xia Yun suddenly heard a soft drink, burning the lantern slightly frowned, but his big hand seemed to touch a slowly pressing wall, and he could not continue to rise for a while.
　　 Buddhism masters, blood seas Shura, and at the same time looked up at the vortex of the six reincarnation discs.
　　 There, a girl in a feather dress and a skirt is slowly falling. This girl doesn't seem to have a high level of cultivation. Probably only at the top of Daluo, who should have been speechless here.
　　 But she abruptly blocked the magical power of Burning Lantern, and even overwhelmed them with her aura.
　　 Why?
　　 What else can I do? The cultivation base is not enough, the treasures come to collect.
The girl's hands held a lotus lantern, the lamp body was like a sword hilt, and the lamp was like a lotus. Within the lotus, a twist of the wick seemed to be virtual, but the beating white flame contained some unspeakable heaven and earth. Rationale.
　　 The girl didn't even use any magical power, and she firmly blocked the magical power of the burning lamp just by the power of the magic lamp.
　　 Burning lantern stared at this precious lamp, the greed in his gaze flickered, and he asked in a cold voice, "Who is here!"
　　 "Me?" The girl chuckled, Xiao Sheng looked like a wind chime, but her smile was mostly mocking, "My brother is famous, who do you say I am?"
　　 Zhijian stared, and lay in the pit with Guo Shen, but the two brothers couldn't move in a hurry.