Chapter 412

The old monk with a long eyebrow whispered the Dharma and said in a positive tone: "Amitabha, your sect's" Luan yuan ice soul skill ", which is cold and cold. It's known as the first mysterious skill in the sea of clouds. I've been fascinated for a long time. Please give me some advice!"

"It's just a joke. It can't be true." immortal Han Luan said frankly. As soon as the voice fell, her body burst into a fierce momentum straight into the sky. The temperature dropped sharply within a radius of dozens of miles. Under the scorching sun, there were flakes of goose feather and snowflakes in an instant.

"Fairy, please!" the snow suddenly fell all around. The old monk with long eyebrows still sat on the futon, allowed the cold snowflakes to wet the humble monk's clothes, and said with one hand.

"Dharma king, be careful." I saw nearly a hundred ice crystal spears appeared around immortal hanluan out of thin air. Each of them was condensed by the extremely cold "ice soul Qi". The body of the spear was filled with cold fog, turned into a Taoist white awn, and shot at the old monk Changmei like an arrow rain.

"Buddhist language: immobility is like a mountain." the old monk Changmei did not move. He closed his eyes, sealed his hands and whispered. His thin body scattered 10000 golden lights and turned into a magnificent golden bell of Buddhism in the air.

The sound of "clicking" continued, and the "arrow rain" formed by hundreds of ice crystal long guns suddenly hit the glittering giant clock. If the ice gun meets the iron wall, it will break at the touch of a touch, and the gun forest is like rain. The surface of the giant clock is glittering and translucent without any beauty. On the contrary, the golden light is more prosperous and dazzling against the broken ice all over the sky.

Immortal Han Luan could not help but frown slightly. The golden bell defense of Buddhism was so high that the hundred sharp "soul killing ice guns" he sent out had no effect. His eyes flashed sharp, his jade hands were sealed, and the spirit gate of Zifu opened. For a moment, the cold wave surged, and the heavy snow turned into ice hail.

In an instant, the world was dark, the hurricane suddenly arose, and a withering and decaying ice tornado appeared. With fist sized hail and blade like ice flakes, the old monk Longmei was swallowed up. The ice blades were thick and cold.

The violent hurricane uprooted the whole forest below, and the broken wood, rubble and dust roared in the air, like a thick black python.

I saw the old monk with a peaceful face and sitting in the eye of the storm against the Buddha clock. Countless ice blades kept scraping the glittering giant clock, giving out bursts of peering sound. The broken wood and boulders brought by the cyclone also continued to bombard the bleak golden clock. The giant clock suddenly shook to pieces, and I saw that the old monk with long eyebrow was about to be torn by the terrible storm.

"Amitabha, how can the cloud live a long life? King Kong doesn't damage the body. What's the reason..." at this time, the old monk Changmei was still unmoved, his eyes closed gently, and whispered the Zen language. I saw the dim and faded giant clock. With the long eyebrowed old monk's slow singing, the Lingguang became more and more prosperous, and the ancient Sanskrit appeared on the surface of the golden bell.

"Dang", at this time, a long bell sounded, the sound wave spread, shattered the ice blades, broken wood and boulders, and the violent hurricane was also stagnant. The wind slowed down and the stones seemed to disperse.

"Hum", immortal Han Luan snorted. The real Qi in the purple house surged out, the hurricane roared, the black Python reappeared, the wind whizzed, and the Black Whirlwind drowned the glittering giant clock again.

After a few breaths, with the Zen language and the bell ringing again, the golden light came out. Obviously, the overwhelming hurricane was not enough to crush the Buddhist golden bell of the old monk with long eyebrows.

Immortal hanluan strengthened his mana infusion, and the Zen words of old monk Changmei also became more and more urgent. For a moment, the two sides fell into a deadlock. The golden light was bright and dark in the turbulent storm. Old monk Changmei blocked all the attacks of immortal hanluan without moving a step.

"Ang" gave a sonorous and loud Luan sound. Ice Luan rushed into the storm at the foot of real Han Luan and took a frosty white "cold jade ice flame" at the golden bell. The ice flame poured on the Buddha clock. The golden light was momentarily dim, and the clock face was stagnant like a layer of ice, making a burst sound of "click, click" from time to time.

"Mahaga leaf, protect my true body, dragon arhat, don't move the Ming king." the old monk with long eyebrow suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were like a torch. After a violent cry, his thin body burst into a dazzling golden light and turned into a dazzling sun.

With the sound of "Ao", the hot sun exploded, and the golden light suddenly shattered the cold wave hurricane around the body. It also scattered the "cold jade ice flame" of bingluan. The black clouds, ice, snow and dust filled the sky were swept away, restoring the original clear sky.

When the golden light subsided, the thin old monk who had been sitting around had changed dramatically. He was incarnated into a tall, strong and strong golden man, with dark gold as the skin, red mans as the pupils, limbs like pillars, and tiger back and bear waist. He was no longer old. The "Dragon Gold essence" lingered around him, and the golden light flickered, just like the Buddha Dharma protector Luohan in ancient myths.

The most conspicuous is the mighty "coiled dragon" hanging on the gold body. The dragon head is in the heart. The dragon body is wrapped from the chest to the back, and the dragon tail is coiled on the left leg. The angry eyes look directly at the bingluan in the distance. It is brilliant and lifelike, just like a living creature.

"Han Yu Bing Luan" has noble blood. Seeing the illusory "coiled dragon" condensed by the "essence of gold and Yuan", he dared to provoke fiercely. Without being angry, he sent out a harsh Luan sound, and a more bitter "Han Yu Bing flame" spewed out head-on.

"Beast! Don't be arrogant, Prajna paramita, palm of the great sun Tathagata!" the old monk who had exhibited the "golden body of the Dragon arhat" roared, raised his hand and clapped it.

I saw the golden light palm fly out and grow in the wind. In an instant, it turned into a terrible Buddhist golden light Tathagata palm. The golden light giant palm was a little bigger than the huge "Hanyu bingluan". It quickly printed towards the "Hanyu bingluan" in the trend of mountain and sea.

"Bald donkey, dare you!" immortal Han Luan saw that the other person had turned into a gold man with a bare upper body. It was so ugly that he wanted to poison her "Han Yu Bing Luan". He couldn't help but look angry and scolded. Then he flew in front of "Han Yu Bing Luan" and held a bloody ice sword with frost fog in his hand.

"Broken!" immortal Han Luan whispered, and inspired the magic weapon "blood soul Luan yuan sword" to bring its own sword move "blood yuan cold moon cut", and waved to cut out a huge blood half moon sword Qi. The half moon sword Qi flew out rapidly. After splitting the huge golden palm into two, the Blood Sword Qi also dissipated into the air automatically.

Immortal Han Luan made a backhand move and collected the "Han Yu Bing Luan" into the high-level spirit beast bag hanging around her waist. Although "Han Yu Bing Luan" is a strange beast in ancient times and the "cold jade ice flame" emitted by her is very powerful, her opponent now is the same level spirit infant body cultivation and has strong combat power. The "Han Yu Bing Luan" is only a golden elixir achievement and can't help much.

Once involved in the fierce fight with the golden monk, there will always be great danger and distract himself. Immortal hanluan simply put away the "Hanyu bingluan".

"It's time for the poor monk to make a move, fairy be careful!" the old monk, who turned into a dragon arhat, stood as tall as an iron tower, and his words were as powerful as the sound of a bell, with a strong spirit of Buddhism.

"Don't talk nonsense, just use whatever means you have." immortal hanluan was not afraid at all. The five foot blood colored ice sword tilted across his chest and replied with a frosty face.