Urban Witcher

Daofeng swept across the sky, and the map of Shanhe Sheji immediately curled up like a snake, wrapping around Qing Changfeng's body, following closely round and round.

An extremely terrifying force erupted from Qing Changfeng's body, resisting the suction of the Shanhe Sheji map, but because he was unprepared before, and was too close to the Shanhe Sheji map, he didn't escape immediately, so Daofeng chased after him Don't give up, don't relax for a moment.

Qing Changfeng had to resist the suction force and run against the wind, and his mana was greatly consumed. Gradually, his flying speed became slower and slower, and the distance between him and Shanhe Sheji Tu continued to shrink. He sucked it in, resisted for a while, struggled no longer, his body gradually fell into a vortex, and was sucked up to the waist by Shanhe Shejitu. Daofeng grabbed the two ends of Shanhe Shejitu, and wrapped him in it with force...

"Tao Feng!"

Qing Changfeng let out a scream, and the spiritual light flickered somewhere in the picture, and then disappeared completely.

Seeing that Qing Changfeng was sucked in by the map of Shanhe Sheji, those Taoist priests who were wrestling with the twelve disciples lost their backbone and fled towards the mountain one after another.

The ancient evil god led the twelve disciples and wanted to chase after him immediately.

"Don't chase after me." Daofeng said lightly. He didn't want to really wash Beidou Temple with blood. He said that before to tell Qing Changfeng, so that he could send all his disciples to besiege him. Reduce the pressure on Ye Shaoyang.

"Congratulations, my lord, take that fellow away." The ancient evil god flew over first, and flattered him without losing the opportunity.

"Not at all. It's just his avatar that was put away by Shanhe Sheji Tu. His real body has already left."

When the ancient evil god and others heard this, they were startled, and looked around, but they couldn't see Qing Changfeng's shadow.

"But why is there no trace?"

"He used the Taoist method to replace the deity with a clone. He broke the calamity, and his soul was seriously injured. How could he stay here?"

Daofeng glanced in a certain direction of the mountains and forests, rolled up the map of the mountains and rivers, and flew towards Leichi.

"I don't believe it, I can't stop you! You all get out of the way!"

In front of Lei Chi, Nan Gongying suddenly shouted, and drove everyone aside, made a Buddhist seal with both hands, and slapped Zen Master Shanshan.

Zen Master Shanshan also raised his hands and slapped them together with Nangongying's hands. Suddenly, there was a wave that could almost break through the void, and Zen Master Shanshan finally stopped.

The two people joined hands, looking like two wrestlers who had exhausted their strength, entangled with each other.

Zen Master Shanshan looked at Nangongying with a compassionate smile on his face, and said slowly: "I was proving the way in Minghe back then, and I had a lot of contact with your Asura clan. Among the three generations of creatures, the Asura clan is the last It is violent and aggressive. Seeing you today is as expected. Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha once saved you. If you are obsessed with this appearance, then this appearance is not empty. Only by breaking the appearance and breaking the emptiness can you see my Buddha. Prince Asura, like you , how can we cross the kalpa and go to the Pure Land of Posuo?"

Nangong Ying said coldly: "You are talking about the pure land of mother-in-law, where is it? Have you been there?"

Chan Master Shan Shan said: "If there is no Pure Land of Posah, why should we practice? If we prove the Hunyuan, we can ascend to the Pure Land of Posas."

Nangong Ying sneered: "Master thinks, how can we prove Hunyuan?"

"Cultivating the body and mind, cutting off the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance, is the envoy of the Dao. If you want to hear the Dao, put down the butcher's knife and practice in my pure land of Xuanyuan, in order to glimpse the Dao of Hunyuan."

Nangongying smiled lightly and said, "But, I can't let go of the butcher's knife."

"Why?"

"Because I am a knife myself."

After Nangongying finished speaking, she let out a loud drink and stepped forward with both hands.

"Amitabha Buddha. Children cannot be taught." Chan Master Shanshan turned his palm into a finger, flicked it lightly in front of him, and the ten thousand zhang Buddha's light shot out, piercing through the barrier formed by Nangongying's gang qi.

Countless Buddha lights passed through his body.

Nangongying's body immediately softened as if it had been roasted, turning into a puddle of blood and falling to the ground.

died?

Everyone present was completely shocked when they saw this scene, and stared blankly at the puddle of blood on the ground. Suddenly, the puddle of blood slowly condensed again, growing taller and taller, forming a huge human figure made of blood. , two or three meters high, with a single-horned head, glaring eyes, looking fierce, looking down at Zen Master Shanshan.

"Asura's real body!" Sibao exclaimed.

"What's wrong with the real body?" Xiao Ma was puzzled.

Sibao explained to everyone:

The Asura tribe, from the blood pool of the Styx River, is the essence of blood itself. The blood is not dry, and the soul is immortal. Under normal circumstances, it belongs to Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death.

But once they show their true bodies, it will be a life-and-death struggle, using their own blood as the source of spiritual power, fighting with their own blood, and consuming their own blood. The cultivation base can be improved a lot in an instant, but if the blood is exhausted, the primordial spirit will be wiped out...

After everyone listened, they stared blankly at Nangong Ying, and Lao Guo murmured, "What is this kid doing? This is not a life-and-death battle. Why is it like this?"

If it wasn't Nangong Ying, but any one of them did this, it wouldn't surprise others: they and Ye Shaoyang were good brothers who were close friends at life and death, and it was only natural to sacrifice for brothers.

But Nangong Ying has nothing to do with Ye Shaoyang, he was just recruited by Daofeng to help fight, so there is absolutely no need to work so hard and put his life on the line.

"I know."

Wu Jiawei looked at Nangong Ying, and slowly uttered these words.

"Because he is a knife, the meaning of his practice, his heart, is to fight." Facing everyone's doubts, Wu Jiawei explained.

Nangongying didn't come to help, he just heard that there are masters here, who came to fight, and the core of fighting is to fight desperately. There is no need for any deep hatred. To put it bluntly, it is just to fight for breath. If he is discouraged at this time, his Dao heart will be broken, and even if he goes back alive, he will not have any achievements on the road of cultivation in the future.

Although Wu Jiawei is not as extreme as Nangongying, he is also a fighter, so he can understand Nangongying's approach.

Over there, Zen Master Shanshan looked at Nangong Ying, who was several times taller than him, without fear at all, and without any expression on his face, he continued to take a step forward.

Nangongying's blood body suddenly shattered and turned into countless blood droplets, which instantly wrapped Zen Master Shanshan in the middle, forming three ripples that rotated in opposite directions, crazily consuming the power of the blood essence.

Zen Master Shanshan stood still, clasped his hands together, and separated them slightly. The palms formed a triangle. The golden Buddha's light flowed out from the palms and gathered on the top of his head, forming a golden flower, resisting the consumption of blood energy.