"Kengkeng..." The red and blue sword lights whinely. Although the sword energy was sharp, it pierced directly into the Buddha seal to block the Red Lotus Karma Fire, but the strong force inside the Buddha seal still dim the sword light. If the sword light had not been invisible, it would have been broken long ago. ±

"Oh?" The old monk was stunned. Before he could make a mistake, he understood how Xiao Hua cracked his red lotus karma fire, "Brush..." But seeing the old monk's naked head, there was another sound of the sound of water flowing, and the ceiling suddenly appeared, and these ceilings had just appeared and withered and shattered, as if a gust of wind blew past the old monk.

"Ah?" The old monk was shocked and quickly patted his chest with his backhand. A layer of Buddha light emerged from his chest, covering his upper body firmly.

"What a pity..." Xiao Hua sighed inwardly. He just activated the Soul-Sthorn Technique to attack, but the old monk's Niwan Palace actually had defense. Although the sky flower was destroyed, the old monk did not suffer any damage.

However, even so, the old monk was shocked and unconsciously warned of the inconspicuous Confucian scholar in front of him.

"Amitabha..." the old monk said the Buddha's name and picked up the flower with his right hand and said, "The spring flowers on earth are full of autumn, and the flowers bloom and fade every year. It is better to enter my Pure Land without sleep, rest, and spring and autumn."

As the old monk waved his right hand, a breeze fell towards Xiao Hua with Buddha light. The breeze overflowed like the Buddha light. In this wave, a ceiling flower was about to bloom and was about to bloom. As the Buddha light flew, the ceiling flower slowly bloomed, and then slowly withered and withered! The ceiling flower was only hundreds of feet away from Xiao Hua, and a distance of hundreds of feet flashed by. Within these hundreds of feet, the sky flower sprouted and withered several times, which was really the power of life and death of the Buddha Sect!

"Xiao Hua, hide!" Murong Congyun in the distance independently urged the inscription of the orb to resist the bowl, which was quite difficult. With her strength as she had just entered the fifth grade of Yuanli, she had no way to help Xiao Hua anymore.

"Keng..." Before Murong Congyun's screams disappeared, several sword lights flew out from the sword grid and stabbed towards the ceiling. Although the sword light was sharp, as soon as it rushed into the Buddha light covered by the ceiling, the sword light immediately became slow, and then beams of sword light were dispersed. However, all the sword lights turned into nothingness!

"Grandma, the Buddha's method has become strange at the advanced level!" Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, "Buddha Bodhi is still in seclusion. The Buddha's method is not as good as this old monk. Even if he can deal with this monk, it is not suitable for use at this time. Compared with the Buddha's method, it is the soul art of soul cultivation, but Xiao has the realm of soul cultivation. Soul art is lacking again!"

Thinking of this, a thought flashed through Xiao Hua's mind. Seeing that the ceiling had flew closer, the imposing Buddha light also covered him, and layer upon layer of strange bubbles emerged from his skin. Xiao Hua opened his mouth, "Puff..." A mouthful of four-color true energy mixed with three lights rushed into the Buddha light!

"Brush..." It was like the spring breeze blew by, and the ceiling that had already begun to wither suddenly became energetic. The petals swelled, and vitality came from the ceiling. The bubbles on Xiao Hua's skin also disappeared instantly!

"Amitabha..." The old monk was shocked. The life and death of smallpox had already escaped from his control. The power of life and death he was proud of had no effect under Xiao Hua's true energy. This was the first time he had encountered it in his life.

"Forget it..." The old monk let out a sigh of vicissitudes. With a move of his right hand, the bowl fell into his hand. With a wave of his left hand, a huge demon-subduing pestle appeared. Then the old monk's golden body suddenly dried up, and the demon-subduing pestle fell down lightly!

The demon-subduing pestle just fell down, not to mention the sword grid where Xiao Hua and Murong Congyun were. Even several sword grids were surrounded, an inexplicable sense of shock came from Xiao Hua's heart! The Ruyi stick in Xiao Hua's hand was extremely heavy and seemed to be unable to lift it up.

"Oh, no, is it the previous warning sign here?" Xiao Hua was shocked. He looked at Murong Congyun's six-character armor inscription and could not be retracted. The demon-subduing pestle swept down. Whether it was the clouds or the crystal silk, the inscriptions included were turned into pieces. The clouds and crystal silk turned into pieces, and the inscriptions fell into the pearl! Fortunately, the pearl was also refined by the great Confucian scholar. Although it was beaten to the point of no light, it also fell in front of Murong Congyun and was not broken.

Murong Congyun bit his lip tightly, and while catching the pearl, he moved his feet, "Buzz..." A thick sword light soared into the sky. However, the sword light looked very powerful, but just flew into the air, it was like a candle and was extinguished by a demon-subduing pestle.

"Grandma's..." Looking at the full-strength attack of the sixth-grade Buddhist sect master of Yuanli, Xiao Hua swallowed without saying that Xiao Hua could not resist this attack at this time. If it were ordinary, Xiao Hua could activate the thunder escape technique to escape, but at this time he had already made a ball with the sword map to let him escape? However, when he saw the sword light activated by Murong Congyun's feet, Xiao Hua suddenly had a hint of enlightenment in his heart, "Since Murong Congyun can borrow the power of the sword map, why can't Xiao? Xiao already knows how to transform a sword, and although he cannot compete with this old monk,... at least he can have the power to fight back!"

Thinking of this, the demon-subduing pestle was approaching, Xiao Hua had no choice but to bite his teeth, hurriedly put away the Ruyi stick, etc., and shouted: "Miss Murong, please put away your body and hide under Xiao's sword!"

Under the power of the Demon Subduing Pestle, Xiao Hua's voice also seemed very ethereal. When Murong Congyun heard it, she was stunned. Her body was also covered by the Demon Subduing Pestle, and it was unsustainable. Now she was just following the flow of water. With the true energy overflowing, her body quickly shrank, and finally turned into an inscription and fell into Murong Congyun's top gate!

"Buzz..." Just as Murong Congyun took back his body, extremely dazzling sword light flashed in the sword grid where the two were. The sword patterns flowed like water waves and gathered at Xiao Hua's feet, and then even more like water flooding Xiao Hua's legs. The sword light overflowed from Xiao Hua's feet and then quickly rose to his waist. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Hua's Dharma body completely transformed into a huge flying sword! The flying sword and the sword grid were firmly connected, just like the sword pillar that had stabbed into the blood of the gods and demons before, and it had the momentum of a sword soaring into the sky!

"Boom..." Xiao Hua's sword body had just been generated, and the demon-subduing pestle had fallen, and it was still so light, as if it was hit by a whisk. But the uncast force hit Xiao Hua's sword body. A huge roar sound rang out, and the invisible wave of air suddenly lifted the demon-subduing pestle. Xiao Hua's sword body had a crisp "crack" sound, and the sword flower fell and disappeared invisible. Under the dim sword light, the dark gold color on Xiao Hua's body twisted wildly, and then it was trapped in the surface. The rest... was skin and flesh blooming, and the thick white bones were exposed from the flesh and blood! Even under Xiao Hua's body, the former unbreakable sword grid was now broken, and blood waves surged out from the broken place. Looking at Xiao Hua again, his eyes were closed like light gold, and the sword body had not completely recovered from his body, and his whole body fell towards the broken place of the sword grid!

"Xiao Hua..." Murong Congyun screamed and hurriedly waved his hand to hold Xiao Hua's sword body. But at this moment, the demon-subduing pestle that had been blocked by Xiao Hua waved again. The old monk, whose blood was flowing out of the seven orifices, had a ferocious face and tried his best to wave the demon-subduing pestle to hit Murong Congyun again! Murong Congyun was shocked, how could he dare to go to Gu Xiaohua? He hurriedly reached out and took out another weapon to resist. However, Murong Congyun could not resist the demon-subduing pestle at all. The weapon under the demon-subduing pestle could not even be born with Yunxia!

"You dare!" Seeing that the situation was extremely critical, Murong Congyun was about to die, a roar came from a distance, and then, a nearly substantial gas pillar came!

"Boom..." With a loud bang, the demon-subduing pestle, which was far less powerful than the previous one, was knocked away by the Haoran gas pillar. The old monk's figure also trembled several times, and blood and tears flowed in his eyes!

"Uncle Fourteenth..." Seeing Murong Junpeng's son flying over, Murong Congyun shouted anxiously, "Come and let me do it!"

"It's okay..." Murong Junpeng flew into the air and shouted, "Yun'er, hold on for a while, the Seventh Uncle and the others will arrive soon!"

"Okay!" Murong Congyun was shocked when she heard the seventh uncle coming. However, when she looked at Xiao Hua's previous location, blood mist gushed out from the sword grid. Where did Xiao Hua's figure still exist?

"Crack..." Murong Junpeng's figure fell on the edge of the sword grid. The inscription on his hand was waving. The sword light on the sword grid flashed rapidly, and in a moment it filled up the place where Xiao Hua fell from the blood. Then, he glanced at Murong Congyun and said with regret, "What a pity! This Xiao Hua is really a talent! From a distance, he could actually withstand the Buddhist guardian of the sixth-grade Yuanli level, and he was more than enough to be a guest minister of the Murong family."

"Oh, Xiao Hua died to save me..." Murong Congyun felt a little sad, "If I had known this, I would have let Uncle Sixteen come!"

"Old Sixteen?" Murong Junpeng sneered, "He has a better cultivation than Xiao Hua, but you can guarantee that he can work like Xiao Hua when he comes! Do you think the Seventh Uncle was arranged by a blind man? Besides, Xiao Hua is an outsider after all. If the Seventh Uncle fell here, it is not easy for the Seventh Uncle to explain to the clan. If you meet Xiao Hua... you can only say that it is your luck."

"Oh, that's right!" Murong Congyun said, looking at the falling demon-subduing pestle in the distance. The old monk just took it, and a sword light immediately stabbed it on the sword grid next to him. When the old monk protected himself, he had no time to attack him.

However, here, Murong suddenly found an extremely hidden Buddha light from the corner of Yun's eyes, which was flying over with sword marks. She hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Fourteenth, where is the left arm..." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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