The young man in Confucian shirt was still dissatisfied. He took a step forward, stretched out his hand towards the Buddha, and grabbed it in the void.

With a roar, the Buddha made an abnormal movement.

Under the eyes, a golden Buddha head suddenly broke away from the Buddha's body, slowly emerged into the sky, shining brightly in all directions.

There was a golden powder falling off from the Buddha statue with kind eyebrows and kind faces, as if a golden rain was coming, and the golden dots flew into the eighteen seeds on Ouyang Rong's palm.

Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked.

"He is stealing control of the Buddha!"

Madam Song reacted first and poked out her claws sinisterly. But the white jade Buddhist beads on her wrist suddenly appeared a phantom of a golden Kuixing Talisman.

This time, it was not the young man in Confucian shirt who turned into a phantom, but Madam Song turned into a phantom and passed through the former entity.

"Can scholars be called stealing?"

The young man in Confucian shirt smiled helplessly, holding Buddhist beads in his hand, slowly moving forward, ignoring her. This scene looked like he was walking through the lonely ghostly old eyes.

The figure of the Kuixing Talisman in Rong Zhen's hand also lit up, and golden light filled her petite body.

The young man in Confucian clothes slowly walked through the phantom of the girl in the palace dress, came to the under the inscription on the dome, and raised his head toward the lotus inscription on the top.

"Don't destroy it!"

Rong Zhen suddenly threw out the Buddha's body, the golden light disappeared, and she rushed forward with the silence.

The young man in Confucian clothes smiled unchanged. He pushed the girl in the palace outfit away and continued to stretch out his hand.

"Ouyang Lianghan!"

Rong Zhen suddenly pulled out a hairpin and stabbed it away with some sprint.

The young man in Confucian shirt curled his lips and was about to slap the wine pot. He lowered the [Machinery], but his palm suddenly suddenly fell into the air, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

Ouyang Rong returned with calm eyes.

An emerald hairpin was already inserted on his right shoulder by chance.

She was very short and could only reach his right shoulder with her raised hand.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and looked at the position below his right shoulder that was in pain.

Rong Zhen was stunned. He didn't expect that he could get close to him. Just now, Madam Song and others could not get close to him.

The experience just now made people subconsciously think that the young man in Confucian clothes seemed invincible, and she never thought about using spiritual energy.

But this ordinary hairpin still hurt him.

Everyone's eyes fell on the bleeding shoulders of the young man in Confucian shirt who was quietly sitting there.

This is the first time he has seen blood when he shows up tonight.

Rong Zhenmuran fell to the ground and couldn't help but stretch out his little hand:

"I, I did not mean it——""

At this moment, in the bamboo courtyard in the distance, Wu Daozi suddenly pointed a brush in the air.

I saw the candle in the snow that was originally in the sky suddenly teleported beside Ouyang Rong and Rong Zhen.

She took Ouyang Rong's face with a sword, and there was an extra Rong Zhen in the middle, and she would be penetrated by Zhishuang together.

Ouyang Rong suddenly reached out and grabbed Rong Zhen's palm that stretched forward.

The two seemed to hold hands.

The golden light bloomed between their fingers.

The candle in the snow that was stabbed in the sword passed through Rong Zhen's body and then through Ouyang Rong's body.

Wearing two people in a row.

But just as the two are about to separate.

The influence of the extra Rong Zhen, the golden light seemed to be insufficient. When the candle in the snow passed through the back of Ouyang Rong's head,

The golden light is exhausted.

Through the phantom of the two, they turned around in the air and slapped them with a backhand.

His fingertips streaked across the tip of his nose.

A bronze mask was shot down and flew into the air.

Ouyang Rong's hair was loose, and a handsome face suddenly appeared.

Everyone stayed in the audience.

Rong Zhen also stood still.

She saw that Ouyang Lianghan did not look back at the snow-capped candle, and her eyes were staring at her, but her eyes were still so calm.

It was the calm that she had secretly hated. Sometimes she hated him too rationally and could not see any emotion. I don’t know if it was pretending to be stupid or really indifferent.

Rong Zhen's hairpin fell to the ground and said tremblingly: "You - do you feel pain -

Ouyang Rong didn't say anything.

In the golden lotus inscription on the head, gold powder began to fall, as if it was raining golden.

He stood silently in the golden rain, and the "rain" sank into his palm one by one.

All the golden powder of the cauldrons entered the eighteen seeds.

Only then did Rong Zhen realize that she seemed to have misunderstood Ouyang Rong. He did not treat the white jade Buddhist beads like he had just treated.

The inscription of the lotus was crushed and gold powder was drawn. The inscriptions engraved with her and his name were still there, but the golden lotus turned into a white lotus, and the golden powder on the lotus fell like a scattered flower of the goddess. This scene was a bit dreamy and beautiful.

She looked at the blood-stained hairpin in her hand, and for a moment she regretted her heart. Even the Buddha Cauldron Sword at her feet was broken and failed, so she didn't have time to care.

It seemed that he had gained all his power. The eighteen seeds in Ouyang Rong's hands emitted an extremely dazzling golden light, proclaiming something.

At this time, [Master Works] arrived.

Go back.

You have to cut your head in the snow.

In the distance, Wu Daozi used a red pen to slap in the air again.

The figure of candle in the snow disappeared and appeared in another air.

After seeing Ouyang Rong's familiar face clearly, Xue Zhongzhu's body froze slightly, staring at the boy husband of Junior Sister Seventh.

Wei Shaoqi quickly met with the snow-club, with complex eyes:

"It's really him, Ouyang Lianghan———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

[Masterpiece] It takes off like fireworks, and it is also a sword!

Wu Daozi took action again in the distance, and continued to dot and stroke in the ink painting that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Xue and Wei were about to borrow the old painter's formation and continue to move and avoid [Machinecraft].

On the platform below, Ouyang Rong didn't look at them or care about the bleeding wound on his right shoulder. When Rong Zhen shuddered off the hem of Zigui's skirt and was about to bandage it, he turned around and looked towards the floating piano box, silently

Extend your palm.

Today, the second bamboo tube flew out of the piano box and smashed open in the air. A ball of blood-colored spiritual ink condensed on the blood-stained fingertips of the young man in Confucian shirt.

He lowered his head, his fingertips with blood and ink, and wrote gently on the Confucian scriptures. After an instant, a page of paper was agilely separated from the Confucian scriptures, like a rescue order, shooting towards the golden Buddha head above.

At the same time, the eighteen seeds on Ouyang Rong's left palm that were transformed like a perfect masterpiece, burst out with dark golden light, covering Ouyang Rong's whole body.

He climbed up the steps and walked in the air, as if there was a long step in the air in front of him, walking all the way to the head of the Golden Buddha, looking down at everyone.

Everyone saw Ouyang Rong's face was cold and his voice was extremely small. Everyone below could not hear it at all. They only saw his mouth squirming, but in the next moment, an echo sounded in the head of the Golden Buddha.

The echo seems to be accompanied by the true sound of [Emperor Wen], which contains a sacred meaning, which resounds in everyone's ears:

"In a radius of hundreds of miles, Lingxu's forbidden steps, and the escape technique stops."

The next moment, it was like being subjected to the gravity of thousands of pounds.

The white dragon wandering flexibly, the candle in the snow flying with the sword, and the Wei Shaoqi who was cold and windy, fell to the ground,

Break out a deep pit.

The scroll in front of Wu Daozi suddenly shattered, and the brush flew away, and he couldn't move it with the painting. He looked strange and stood up in the bamboo courtyard.

Within a radius of hundreds of miles, birds fell like rain.

Unable to fly in the air.

There is no way to teleport.

The audience suddenly became silent.

The people locked on the ground raised their heads from all directions and looked at Ouyang Lianghan, the only hanging in the air in front of the golden Buddha's head above.

He stained the Confucian classics with blood, followed the words and the words contained the constitution of heaven.
Chapter completed!