If the evil demon enters the body of the monk Yisheng, it will be like when Hongren and the monk Yisheng were fighting each other before. Moreover, the evil demon will only have better control over the monk Yisheng. If he has used the body once before, he will naturally become more proficient the second time.

And in fact, Tang Qian's current situation is the same as that of Monk Yanzhi. Monk Yanzhi's body is not a Buddhist aura, so he will be attacked by the moves of the Buddha statue of this huge temple. If the evil demon enters the body of his life, the evil demon will be confident to hide his body in an instant and fully accept the protection of the Buddhist magic power of the monk Yisheng.

Tang Qian will be crushed into meat sauce.

This time, Hongren had no way to do anything, because although his glaring Vajra could barely block his palm, he could not block the Buddhist supernatural powers. All dharmas had no self and would only pass through him and continue to press against Tang Qian.

Tang Qian pointed in the direction behind him. The iron sword that had just pulled Monk Yanhui up had now reached the front of Monk Yisheng. The sword was inserted into the ground, which was the best block. The sword was very fast, and the evil demon could barely stop. Without thinking, it quickly stopped and flew in another direction.

It also needs to avoid this magic seal, and it does not want to die.

The monk Yisheng actually has no magic power now, so he cannot use any Buddhist supernatural powers, and there is no way to let the Dharma seal pass through. When the Dharma seal hits him, it will open up the mountain and crack the stones like a rock.

Tang Qian held the sword at this time. His man was several feet away, but he didn't know how he had already walked by his whole life.

"What did the Buddha say not to be too proud or not to be too happy too early?" Tang Qian didn't seem to see the Foyin, which was getting closer and closer on his head.

The monk in his lifetime was not worried about the appearance of Buddha seal on his head. He had no magic power now and could not fight. He could still talk about Buddhist scriptures: "Some, it comes from a Buddhist scripture from a monk from the Western Regions. I have talked about my Buddha here..." He really started to tell the story of Buddha, and Tang Qian bent over and his sword was still stuck on the ground.

The Buddha seal reached the top of his head, so he had to raise his sword.

The sword did not move, and the Buddha seal could not move either.

Driven by the magic power of the temple Buddha, all the Dharmas are filled with golden flames, burning

Tang Qian's hair and beard burned, and Tang Qian's black and broken iron sword could still withstand it, as if it was not affected by the terrible high temperature at all.

Tang Qian seemed to have blocked the closed world with a sword in one hand.

Yan Hui's two Buddhist seals had dissipated, and Yan Zhi, who was covered in blood, was exposed from it. The two Buddhist seals just now had actually been completely closed. Yan Zhi was not dead yet, but he no longer looked like a person now. His ribs were almost broken, and the monk's robe on his body was burned a lot by the flames of the selfless seal of all dharmas.

Yan Hui's Dharma Seal can only have a very high temperature, not even a golden flame, which is a judging degree.

So now Yanzhi has no clothes on his upper body, but his wound is not a "human" wound at all. It can be seen that his ribs were penetrated from his body after they were broken, and the flesh on his abdomen was almost burned. Even so, he did not die. The reason in his belly should be that even if Yan Hui was actually beaten, there was no problem.

There was a curled strange creature in Yanzhi's belly, which looked like a monster, but no monster could grow so ugly. Tang Qian thought he had seen many monsters, but this thing hidden in Yanzhi's body... was like a baby, but its skin seemed to be scalded by boiling water, full of swelling and dense, and even squeezed the strange thing's eyes to be unable to see it. It had no neck, and two things that were probably arms were deeply inserted into Yanzhi's flesh and blood.

"I think..." Tang Qian almost instantly figured out that those who had drunk the blood rice porridge would go through several stages, first being reversed by magic power, then being controlled by the mind, and then this person was completely the life contained in the blood rice porridge. This was slower than ordinary body-taking, but more effective.

The word "effectiveness" naturally appeared in Tang Qian's mind. For the first time, he saw this method that even if a monk entered other people's bodies, he would not be able to adapt. After all, it was like going to a new house. The decoration of the house always required adaptation. It took him a while to sleep in the house before he could live in it, and he was not as comfortable as his hometown.

But the methods of blood rice porridge are more stable. They first mastered this new home, and then looked at what they are now.

A original body was nurtured from the controlled monk's body, and the monks have always had the sayings of "Blessed Root Bone". It seems that this thing that is born again from the monk's body must have a certain inheritance of this original root bone, or even add it to each other to become stronger.

This method of occupying the body has almost no sequelae, and this is the result of Tang Qian's thinking.

So he finished saying this: "I think... you won't have such a thing in your body, right?"

The face of the monk Yisheng's life has never been so bad: "If there is, remember to help me cut this thing to death." Tang

This is of course a joke. Tang Qian can feel life from Yan Zhi and feel that this is actually what Yan Zhi looks like. I guess after a while, if it can survive alone, it will completely kill Yan Zhi, leave Yan Zhi's old body, and then come alive.

The monk in his life has not been affected by another evil demon to such a deep level. I guess if the evil demon killed his mind, wiped his soul, and completely controlled it, the same thing would probably happen.

In fact, monks are very afraid of death. Sometimes monks want to seek immortality more than secular emperors. They will die when they die. So there are so many secret techniques such as taking over the body and living to death. Someone once planted flowers in white bones, but it is unknown how many memories of the original master are on the white bones.

"Also, mind, look! Somewhere else?" This huge sound came from the mouth of the temple Buddha. Its mouth was actually not open, but the sound was so loud that it was no less than the roar of the Buddhist masters, and the ground was vibrating.

The temple Buddha's seal of selflessness has not dissipated, but Tang Qian's hands are still very stable.

"What are you?" The temple Buddha was also confused.

Tang Qian held Xu's hand in Xu's hand: "A person who speaks with a sword." The sword in his hand gradually disappeared, and a broken sword appeared in Xu's hand, but it was even narrower and longer, like a pillar, blocking the seal and palm of the temple Buddha.

Tang Qian's people had no idea how to pass through the hands of the temple Buddha, as if a gust of wind had passed through the fingers.

Running on the huge arms of the temple Buddha.
Chapter completed!