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Chapter seven hundred and sixty seventh feeling free

Looking at the scene like a natural disaster in front of him, Lin Hua frowned deeply, and the overwhelming runes around him surged, turning into thick chains, firmly locking the earth and the sky.

The large array covering a radius of several kilometers was shining brightly at this time, firmly resisting the strange waves that invaded, preventing him from continuing to extract the vitality of the surrounding environment and living beings.

"The Battle of the Grandmasters is really terrifying."

You know, Lin Hua is now at a distance of more than ten kilometers from the battle circle.

But even so, Lin Hua actually needed to mobilize the public and most of the talismans to protect the area within a radius of four or five kilometers.

If his mental power is judged, there will be a trace of grayness and darkness. How could this not shock Lin Hua?

"This strength has indeed reached the level of the mysterious realm of life and death. Damn, the gap between these nine heavens is really so big."

He spat in a little unhappy manner, and Lin Hua sat down cross-legged.

The original trapping array was changed to the Tianfeng Array by Lin Hua in a hurry, and its current function has become to lock the origin of heaven and earth and lock the vitality of heaven and earth.

Doing so can still have a positive impact on the battle between Lin Hua and Zeluoju, but the battle may not be as relaxed as Lin Hua thought before.

Therefore, Lin Hua has to prepare for it again, at least increase his chances of winning to 200%.

...

Meng Qi's side.

Meng Qi, who was originally sitting cross-legged on the ground and had bronze all over his body, suddenly opened his eyes, feeling that his whole body was particularly relaxed, and the feeling that the soul seemed to be withdrawn disappeared directly.

Standing up from the ground, Meng Qi didn't know what was going on, but you didn't stop and continued to move forward.

Of course, this time the goal is no longer to escape, but toward the first family in Hanhai.

Meng Qi is not that kind of refined egoist after all.

Under normal circumstances, he would not feel guilty about escaping by himself, but at this time the situation was special. He had a deep friendship with Zhenhui. Now he found danger, how could he not go and pay for it?

Of course, his journey will not be so open along the way.

Now, before he could walk a few more steps, he saw a strange-looking man standing on the street where the wind and sand were flying.

If he read it correctly, he should be the disciple of the crying old man, the "white-headed vulture" An Guoxie, the master who opened the nine orifices at the same time, and the 36th place in the human list...

...

At the top of the mountain, Xuanmo plucked the dark gold rosary and recited the scriptures in a low voice. A series of glazed lights emanated from his hands, setting off most of the peaks like the Pure Land of Buddhism.

The crying old man was standing in front of him, covered with dark shadows, like a peerless demon.

Just as he had gathered his strength, the old man frowned slightly and looked in the direction of the first family in Hanhai.

I don’t know what happened there, but the power he sent was one fifty less than when he used to use the eighteen beatings of the wronged souls.

Don’t underestimate this fifty-tenth. Under the power of the master, you can protect your peace for ten miles. This is at least something that a peerless master with the fifth and sixth level of outdoor location can do.

After all, I haven’t seen Qu Jiuniang, who has the appearance of the third heaven, isn’t it just a small inn behind her?

When the old man cried, he still knew the priorities and did not use his power to peek into the specific origin of the man, but just stared at the mysterious sadness in front of him coldly.

"Amitabha, I said someone will definitely help you."

Compared to the unhappiness of crying the old man, Xuan Ze was much more optimistic. He put his hands together and spoke loudly. He spoke calmly.

The momentum in my body seemed to have been enhanced by the improvement of my mood.

"So what if someone helps? When I teach you how to solve it, I will go and kill him directly."

Hearing Xuandi's words, the old man's face became even more sinister, and he slapped Xuande in front of him with a palm.

In an instant, endless unjust souls surged, like a surging black stream, screaming and dissipating on the dazzling glass Buddha light, and occasionally biting the glass light into pieces.

Xuan sadness, neither joy nor anger, nor panic, but just looking at the crying old man, the voice seemed to echo in his heart, as if lingering in the world:

"Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of magical powers and chose the "Moke Demon-Fighting Fist" which is not in the important scriptures?"

Hearing Xuande's words, the old man's eyes narrowed. It was obvious that he had heard of the name of Moke's Demon-Subduing Fist, but he didn't say anything. With his hands pressed, endless wind and sand fell like a mountain, and the endless souls seemed to appear stronger and more unstoppable.

Facing the crying old man whose momentum has increased again, Xuanxu looked neither happy nor sad. The Buddhist beads in his hand fluctuated, and instantly turned from dark gold to dark. Then, a sound of the Buddha's name came out.

"Amitabha~"

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Xuande sat cross-legged and mysterious, with golden light surrounding her body shrouded in golden light, and illusory golden lotus bloomed on the top of the peak, the sky was falling, and the golden lotus surging in the ground, with hazy void behind it.

"After today, in hundreds of thousands of kalpas, there should be world, all hells, the three evil realms, all sins and suffering beings. I vow to save them, escape from the evil realms of hell, animals, hungry ghosts, and others. As for the retribution of this sin, all of them will become Buddhas, and then I will attain enlightenment.

If hell is not empty, he will not become a Buddha; if all sentient beings are saved, they will attain Bodhi."

Zen sounds are bursting, Buddha light is shining, the heaven and earth are clear, and the boundless evil spirits of evil spirits almost instantly faded away their ferocious resentment, their faces appear peaceful and disappear into space.

The storm stops between heaven and earth, and there are also sutras and Buddha's name within a hundred miles.

The clumps of withered hay gradually turned green, and the undercurrents swayed winter. The mummy-like herder cattle and sheep were slowly full of skin, and the black souls that flew back into their bodies, and the breath of life was full.

The cracked earth was once again as stable as before, and countless creatures escaped from the "hell", one by one, both sober and shocked. After all, the change was too fast, which made them unable to react.

Even Lin Hua was shocked by this scene.

"The vision just now, that is, the effect of the eighteen beatings of the wronged soul, disappeared?"

After looking at the Qingming Heaven and Earth, Lin Hua's face was a little unhappy. After all, he set the seal formation into a dead formation.

If you have already decided, you can't change it, so you must stay here.

"Damn, I wouldn't have taken action before I knew it, wasting so many things from me."

How could Lin Hua not tell? With just this little skill, even if he doesn't take action, people in this area will not have anything to do.
Chapter completed!
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