"Then I don't know." Monk Kongxu shook his head.

"Besides, the magical power is extremely mysterious, but it also requires the use of Buddhist magic power to exert its maximum power, otherwise it will only be a form."

"Then I know Buddhism, then Master, can I do it?"

"One is called the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra, and the other is called the Tathagata's Divine Palm. What do you say?" Kongxu smiled.

"I think it's OK!" Wusheng's eyes lit up after hearing this, and he nodded vigorously.

Before we knew it, the master and disciple came to the Bodhi tree.

"As a teacher, play chess?"

"No." Wusheng refused decisively.

"Playing chess is also a practice."

"You are practicing chess, and I am not at ease when playing chess with you." Wusheng curled his lips, turned around and prepared to leave.

"By the way, don't I really need to go down the mountain to follow that Shenli?"

"No." Monk Kongxu waved his hand with a smile.

"Then I go down the mountain and go to Sizhou to find the Jieyin Temple to see if I can find the Buddha's light?"

"Wait a little longer." Monk Kongxu thought after hearing this.

"Okay, then wait."

Since he was not in a hurry to go down the mountain, Wusheng thought of going to the underground demon-subduing array to contact the Buddhist mantras he had just learned.

It is better to try it out if you say a thousand words.

The next morning, Wusheng spoke to Abbot Kongkong and Monk Kongxu, and then entered the formation again.

"Wusheng won't have anything to do, right?" After he entered, Monk Kongkong asked Monk Kongxu beside him.

"It's okay, Long Yuan in his body has not been fully absorbed at this time, and with the last tempering, there will be no problem." Monk Kongxu said.

Under the Zen room of Monk Kongkong, Wusheng had already entered the Demon-Subduing Array, and there was still blood mist here, but he was locked in it by the Buddhist mantras on the outermost circle of the formation.

"It looks much lighter than when I came in last time." Wu Sheng looked carefully at the blood mist all over his body.

Then he looked up at the body of the Rakshasa king, and half-disappeared in the blood mist.

Then he began to activate Buddhism, and bright Buddha light emitting all over his body, constantly melting the blood mist in his body. While walking, he tentatively cast Buddhist mantras in the air. His fingers were dancing in the air with golden light, leaving a ray of light in the air wherever he passed, like ink traces left on paper, like a dragon flying.

The magic spell was written and then turned into a golden light and broke through the air and slashed into the blood mist.

Wusheng just walked and stopped like this, and mantras kept breaking through the air and slashing into the blood mist, like flying swords, shining brightly in this large array.

The blood mist in the formation was constantly melting and dispersed by the Buddhist mantras cast by Wusheng.

Before he knew it, Wusheng came to the body of the Rakshasa king.

The palm that was cut off had been melted away. The arm that he destroyed with the Buddhist mantra last time he came in was only a skeleton left, and most of it had melted away. Moreover, the remaining part was no longer the original brilliance, the color of blood jade, and was like sand and stone at this time, covered with dust and cracks.

Wusheng began to cast Buddhist mantras on the remaining arm,

A talisman, conquer!

A talisman is broken!

Crack, bursts of sound, cracks continued to appear on the remaining arms, and then shattered.

It shattered one by one piece and fell to the ground, and the blood mist was suddenly used.

Push the mountain,

Wusheng pushed his palm horizontally, and the waves of air rolled, and the blood mist that was like a big wave was blocked by this palm and retreated. The ones behind him rushed over one after another, but were blocked by Wusheng's palms. In the air, there seemed to be a pair of Buddha palms several feet high, emitting golden light several channels, blocking the blood mist several feet away in front of Wusheng's body, and not only blocked it, but also constantly melting them.

Wusheng looked up at the Rakshasa King behind the blood mist.

The figure suddenly disappeared and the next moment appeared on the shoulders of King Rakshasa.

Wusheng looked at the remaining arm of the Rakshasa King.

Break it!

Looking at the blood mist under me,

If it is cut off, will the blood mist break through the formation and spread outside?

Will there be blood essence entering the body again?

Hi! What do you want to do so much!

I am afraid of wolves in front and tigers in the back.

Blood mist rushes into the formation, then suppress it!

The blood essence entered the body and broke it! This is not the first time!

Killed!

With a leap of Wusheng's heart, the Buddha's sword is unsheathed, the sword's intent is like a long river, and the flying rainbow falls from the sky.

Last time, the Shura King was joined in the formation. They were three people. This time he was alone, no one helped him, so he could only rely on himself.

Ding Ding Dangdang, the sound of gold and iron fighting kept coming.

A crack appeared on the only remaining arm of the Rakshasa king, and it was deepening. The blood mist kept floating out of the gap and rushed towards Wusheng, but was blocked by the Buddha light outside his body. At this time, it seemed that the skin of his body also turned into a faint golden color, as if there was a layer of gold on the outside of his body, a bit like a gilded Buddha statue.

The body of Rakshasa King is like blood jade,

No life is like a golden Buddha,

In the vast blood color, a little golden light shines.

At first, Wusheng thought about that painting in his mind, and recalled the brush and ink in the painting, the sword intent falling from the sky. Gradually, the painting became faint, as if it had melted, integrated into his mind, and into his Buddhist sword.

That painting is someone else's, and the sword intent inside is also someone else's. After seeing it, learning it, understanding it thoroughly, and becoming one of your own, that is the real gain.

Raise, chop,

Unconsciously, hundreds of swords fell,

The Buddha sword in Wusheng's hand seemed to be simply cut down, but there was a very mysterious artistic conception.

One sword after another,

It’s like a woodcutter chopping wood, and a farmer planting rice seedlings. It’s natural, and it’s become a habit after all the temperings.

Outside the formation, under the Bodhi tree, Monk Kongxu and Monk Kong Kong were playing chess.

"It's been two days since I came in, so nothing will happen, right?" Monk Kongkong came out of the company camp.

"No, he took the opportunity of refining demons to practice Buddhism and refining the dragon essence in his body, which is a good thing that can be achieved in one fell swoop. Maybe he will give us a big surprise!" Monk Kongxu attacked the camp with a cannon.

While these two monks were talking, they felt the earth under their feet tremble a few times.

A few tiles fell off the side hall not far away and were smashed to pieces.

"This is a bit loud!" said Monk Kongkong.

"Well, senior brother, I want to go down and take a look, so I won't play chess with you anymore." Monk Kongxu thought for a while and said.

To put it bluntly, I'm still a little worried.

"Call Wukun to accompany you?"

“Okay.”

In the Demon-Subduing Array under Lanruo Temple.

"Wusheng, it's been a few days since we came down, and it's time to go out." Monk Kongxu looked at Wusheng's Tao with a smile.

"Wait for a while, Master, your arm will be taken off." Wu Sheng looked up at the monk Kongxu in front of him and said.

"Your master has something important to discuss with us." Monk Kongxu continued.

"Master, have you read the imperial book recently?"

"Hmm!" Monk Kongxu was stunned when he heard this.

"Stop pretending!"

Wusheng's finger was far away, and Monk Kongxu immediately broke and turned into a fog of blood mist.

The blood mist floated unsteadily, and then several yakshas with wings on their backs flew out of the blood mist and headed straight for Wusheng.

Buddha's palm, subdue demons.

Wusheng slashed with one sword, and all the illusions were shattered.

At the broken mouth of the Rakshasa King's arm, the blood mist was as thick as blood, constantly surging outward, pounced directly towards Wusheng, but was blocked by the Buddha light on his body three feet away. The blood mist kept swelling, turning into various fantasies, but no longer had any effect on Wusheng.

The Buddha sword in his hand kept slashing, one sword after another, all slashed in the same position.

A crack suddenly appeared and spread down from the fracture to the bottom of the shoulder.

Outside the formation,

"Uncle Master, what are you doing inside? I feel that this blood mist is much richer than when we came in last time!" Standing outside the formation, Wudou stared at the formation. At this time, he could no longer see the Rakshasa King from outside.

When the monk Kongxu heard this, he looked up at the formation.

"It should be killing the only remaining arm."

"Then let's hurry up, maybe my junior brother needs our help." Wudai speeded up after hearing this.

The two monks stepped into the formation and walked not long after walking, they suddenly heard a loud rumbling sound. The formation shook for a while, and then they saw the blood mist in front of them churned violently, sweeping over like waves.
Chapter completed!