Chapter 170: Two Ghost Kings in One City Have Not Born

"Amitabha, thief! Zamao, whose surname is Chen, do you still have a conscience?"

The projection of Yincheng was pressing down again, and the many magical instruments and formations of the Buddhist and Taoist schools were broken, leaving only Monk Duhua's cassock and several Buddhist magical instruments to support it. The monk spit out a mouthful of blood foam and suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

‘Cang!’

The sound of the sword was clear and clear, and a clear light was like a dream. It started from the top of the mainland and stretched ten miles in an instant, piercing the sky.

"Monk, haven't you removed your baby robes? My Qingfeng sword is so sharp. Be careful to make a few tricks with you, but no one can repair it."

The sword light spreads rapidly like a tide and evolves into a green cloud, and Chen Ning laughs out loud: "Thank you for your hard work, after today, I will owe you a favor."

"Amitabha, so miscellaneous. Remember the Buddha, Qingcheng, Zhongnan, Emei, Jiuhua, Huangshan... These famous mountains and scenic spots have land from your Taoist association? All of them are given up. The Buddha wants to open the mountain gates and strengthen my Buddha. This is what you owe to Buddha."

The great monk Duhua quickly took away his treasure robes and various magical instruments, and sat down on the ground, but he still did not forget to bargain with Chen Ning.

"It's easy to say, it's okay to give up these famous mountain and scenic spots, but your Buddhism also wants to give up Duolin Temple in Songshan. This president wants to change Duolin Temple into Duolin Temple."

Monk Duhua just took down, Qingxia's sword light had already projected the Yincheng shadow tightly, and Chen Ning's laughter came from the sword light: "How about this deal? You can take a big advantage."

"President Chen said, I am a Taoist broad-minded person and should be like this, hahaha..."

A colorful cloud of light flew up, and a round face with white hair and beards could be seen. The old Taoist designated seven treasure flags and rushed towards the Yincheng projection. The two masters gathered together, and the sword light suddenly shone brightly, like a tide in the angry sea, attacking the Yincheng projection.

Taoist methods are Xili, the master of killing, but they are not as soft as Buddhist sects. Moreover, none of these two masters are under the Duhua Monk. Wherever the sword light and colorful clouds go, countless ghosts and soldiers in the Yin City cannot even support one encounter, so they turn into ashes. After a few encounters, the shadow of Qingfeng Temple is conveniently gone. Seeing that the projection of the Yin City has been forced ten miles away!

Xu Changsheng stood in the crowd, looking up at the projection of Yincheng in the air. Although he had never taken action, he had locked the entire Yincheng firmly. The appearance of each ghost and the movements and deaths of each Yin soldier and ghost general are vividly remembered.

He is waiting for an opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. In the mouth of an old madman, he needs great luck and great opportunities to wait for...

The Buddhist masters in Qingfeng Temple were also looking at the sky. As soon as Chen Ning and Master Xu Qing made a move, they projected the Yin City back ten miles away, which made everyone exclaim. However, these two masters did not seem to be chasing them, but they just floated in the air and confronted Yin City from afar, which made everyone puzzled.

What are President Chen and Taoist Master Xu Qing doing? Are you waiting for the Yincheng Projection to make a comeback? And where is Xu Zhenren? Why doesn’t he help him?

Everyone was wondering, and suddenly saw the projection of Yincheng moving. The Yincheng, which is dozens of miles in radius, rolling around and quickly shrinking inward. In just a few minutes, it shrank into an egg-shaped shape, just like a huge black egg floating in the air. There were countless black and gray patterns outside the "egg shell" condensed by Xuanyin Heavy Evil, which seemed extremely strange.

After Yincheng contracted into an egg, everyone could see clearly that a black air was stretched out in the air hundreds or thousands of miles away from the tail of the black egg. Even if it was ten miles apart, countless ghost soldiers could still be seen pouring into it continuously along the passage. This "black egg" became more solid, and it was a little empty, but gradually became like a real thing.

Chen Ning's expression changed, he temporarily closed the sword light, carefully observed the strange black egg, his mind was rotating rapidly, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly woke up, "Master, was it that what he said?"

"Two ghost kings in one city, I have not been born! Fellow Daoist Chen, you read that right, that's exactly what you said!

But how is this possible? How is it possible!"

Taoist Master Xu Qing also temporarily closed the flag formation, his round face was full of shock, and he turned his head to look at Chen Ning: "Can it hatch?"

"If there was no fierce battle this month, without you and I had the full force of attack, it might be hard to say. Now it has absorbed the positive energy of Yang Gang. It is no longer a thing that is lonely Yin. I am afraid... I am afraid that 90% of it may be hatched! Not good..."

Before Chen Ning finished speaking, he saw two red lights faintly visible from the eggshell. He just glanced at it and felt dizzy, his heart was shaking, and he almost couldn't stabilize his body. Master Xu Qing could see clearly, so he flew over to spread the flag formation to protect him, and shouted hurriedly: "Go away!" The two masters flew towards the ground in a little embarrassed manner under the protection of the flag formation.

"Amitabha, two fellow Taoists stay here! Since this thing has been released, there is no way to escape. At this time, only by fighting for a strong enemy can you have a chance!"

"Dark bald, come less! This thing is gone from the six realms, not in the five elements, not in the immortal world, not in the samsara, and not in the cycle of reincarnation. It is said that it is your great enemy of Buddhism. You have to do your best to let you do, why should we pull us two?"

Chen Ning was refusing sternly, and suddenly his eyes lit up. Xu Zhenjun, who had been 'missing' for a long time, was standing in the crowd on the ground, smiling at him, and suddenly stunned in his heart, then changed his words: "If you fight, fight, you are not afraid, will this president be afraid?"

"Amitabha, great kindness! Coax mommy and mommy to coax, coax and coax!"

The monk stomped his feet hard, and the ground cracked, and a shady yellow light rushed up. A monk sitting cross-legged with his hands in his hands, but the monk was not angry, and he looked like a withered object. His skin was earthy yellow all over his body, and only his forehead was transforming into gold.

A Taoist master in Qingfeng Temple exclaimed: "Sumimue Nazang, golden body everywhere! Monk Duhua actually has a golden body!"

"Only the forehead is golden, it is not a golden body. At most, it was made in the previous life. But Master Duhua is not very good at it. There are so many monks in the world, and I have never heard of anyone who condenses the golden body."

When Taoism practices life, if one cannot become a celestial immortal, one must rely on the Nascent Soul after thousands of years; when Buddhism practices in the next life, Sakyamuni will also have to pass on Nirvana in this life.

However, Buddhism has been a thousand years old, so there are naturally various means. The so-called golden body means that the monk used Buddhist secret methods to cultivate his physical body before he was born in the Daocheng world. Even if he was reincarnated, he could use his memories of his previous life to find the golden body. In this way, he condensed it for generations and refined it into an invincible magic weapon. Zhou Xingxing of Xiangjiang arranged a movie, and the monk found the golden body and destroyed the great boss Rakshasa Ghost King.

Chen Ning was stunned: "What a bald man, I did hide my own private life before."

It’s just that the golden body of Monk Duhua is still yellowish, which means that it has only been practicing for one lifetime at most. However, the golden body is a golden body and must have great power. At this moment, the monk has to work hard before he can take this method to do it.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name was loud and thick, and it resounded throughout the world for a moment. Master Duhua showed a rare solemn expression. A faint figure suddenly appeared in his body. In a blink of an eye, the golden body, which was originally lifeless, suddenly opened his eyes and slowly flew into the air.

"Western Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Eight Heavenly Dragons, use their boundless magic powers!"

The golden ferry flower slowly raised her palm and gently printed the strange black egg. It immediately sang Zen in the sky, covering the sky with golden light.

"We will help the master!"
Chapter completed!