Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 671 Revenge

   "Amitabha!"

   Facing the attacking four-headed ghosts, Maitreya smiled and put his smile on his face, clasped his hands together, the Buddha's light bloomed all over his body, and a lotus platform appeared under his feet.

  The lotus platform is holy, which is the complete opposite of ghosts full of ferocity.

  The next moment.

   "Boom!"

  The sound waves visible to the naked eye first collided with the Buddha's light, and the void seemed to become distorted and chaotic in an instant, and everything in sight was fragmented.

Followed by.

  Ghost claws, fangs, black knife, and magic wand pierced into the Buddha's light and crashed into the lotus platform.

   "click..."

  Cracks appeared on the lotus platform full of sacred aura, and roaring ghosts passed through the gaps, forcing the smiling Maitreya to face him.

   Before Xiao Maitreya could make a move, Zi Zhen had already pinched the Yin Jue.

   "Explosion!"

  Speaking the mantra lightly, the bodies of the four ghosts suddenly froze, and then a terrifying destructive force emerged from their bodies.

not good!

  Smiling Maitreya's eyes were wide open, and the Buddha's light was shining under his feet. The whole person disappeared in place like a teleportation, leaving only the lotus platform.

   Immediately after.

  A silent collapse appeared in the field.

  The low-grade magic weapon, the seven-leaf lotus stand, just persisted for a moment, and then collapsed, and the land with a radius of hundreds of feet was suddenly dark, with no light and no moon.

  The extreme darkness devours everything inside, including sunlight and aura, and becomes a desperate place.

   "Hoo..."

  Zi Zhen exhaled lightly, her beautiful eyes flickering.

  For today, she has been planning for a long time, and the self-detonation of Yibao is astonishingly lethal, but it needs more than a year of planning, just for this moment.

   And the results don't seem to be bad.

  Laughing Maitreya's aura disappeared, and the protective lotus platform collapsed on the spot.

"careful!"

   Just when a smile was about to appear on her face, Zhou Yi's spiritual thoughts came in time, and a big hand covered with invisible flames quietly appeared behind her.

  The cloak on Zizhen's body was stimulated to tremble spontaneously.

   "Shua!"

   Body like lightning.

  Two streamers of light crossed and passed by, Xu Yaoyao stood still in the distance.

  Laughing Maitreya, although he escaped unharmed, is obviously in a bad condition. His cassock is torn, and even his breath is not stable.

  Zi Zhen glanced at the cloak behind her, and her beautiful eyes also shrank.

  The cloak on her body is a very high-quality magic weapon, which not only doubles her speed, but also has a strong defense.

   But just now.

  Just being brushed by the opponent's palm, the cloak was scorched and damaged, and the spirituality of the magic weapon was also greatly suppressed.

  Even if the cloak has the ability to automatically repair, it will be greatly affected in a short period of time.

   "Amitabha!"

  Laughing Maitreya recited the Buddha's name, but there was no compassion in his voice, and the expression on his face was even more ferocious, as eerie and terrifying as the ghost that blew himself up just now:

   "The sin of the benefactor is serious, so let the poor monk send you to Avici Hell!"

   "Fall the devil!"

  Holding the Vajra Seal with the hand, the eight-faced pestle flew out in a flash, and the eight-faced Buddha statue transformed into an illusory aura, covering Zi Zhen on the opposite side.

   "Well done!"

  Zi Zhenmei shrank her eyes, clenched her five fingers, took a step forward to face the eight-faced pestle, and said in a leisurely manner:

   "If it was so easy to die, it would be hard to get rid of the hatred I have held in my heart for many years."

  Dahetian boxing method!

   "Peng!"

  The pure white fist collided with the hard eight-faced pestle, and one person and one magic weapon retreated violently at the same time. It seemed that the fight was evenly matched.

how come?

  Smiling Maitreya's eyes were wide open, his face full of surprise and uncertainty.

  He knew that the inheritance of the Batu Caves was divided into two parts, one was the master of the mystic arts of the soul and controlled different types, that is, the previous Heifeng old demon.

  This kind of inheritance cannot be practiced by non-talented people.

  The Dharma Gate he practiced was similar to that, and that's why he was invited to go to Montenegro to communicate with the old black wind demon for a few days, and gained a lot of money.

   Another person who is good at the physical body needs not only talent but also perseverance, otherwise he would not even be able to get started.

   Zizhen is obviously practicing the second type.

but,

  She can use her physical body to forcibly resist the magic weapon that she has cultivated for two hundred years. The strength of this woman's physical body is simply unimaginable.

but…

so what!

  Seeing the purple real body turning into a black light approaching, Smiling Maitreya's face froze, his hands clasped together, and invisible flames surged all over his body.

   Ming Wang Lie Yan!

  The invisible flame has the power to incinerate all things. Even people with perfect Dao foundation dare not touch it easily, especially Zizhen.

   "呵..."

   Silk threads that are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye have spread all over the void at some point, and they will not be revealed until the flames burn.

  The power of the thread to cut everything comes into contact with the flames.

  In an instant.

  The flames were cut into pieces like a solid body, and the silk thread was also completely burned, turning into black ash and being blown away quietly by the wind.

at the same time.

  Laughing Maitreya, who is holding a eight-phase pestle, also collides with Zi Zhenmian, who is unarmed.

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"whee…"

   A charming laugh sounded.

   Yun Miu twisted her body and approached Zhou Yi, her beautiful eyes were full of provocation:

   "Master Zhou, my Yun family has always respected you very much, and I have invited you to be our guest over and over again. How about today?"

   "The Yun family's kindness, Zhou appreciates it." Zhou Yi cupped his hands and said politely:

   "It's just that Maitreya is my wife's great enemy. If he doesn't die, our husband and wife will never join the Yun family. Fairies should know about this."

"certainly."

   "If the fairy helps us take down the laughing Maitreya, we will join the Yun family, how about it?"

   "That's a pity." Yun Mimi shook her head regretfully:

   "Xiao Maitreya is my guest minister. He has served the Yun family for many years, and he has many wonderful things for me, so I can't give up."

   "Don't talk so much nonsense with him." Zhao Ruyan snorted coldly:

   "If you kill him, then Zizhen will definitely be affected. No matter how bad the two of us are together, we can help Xiao Maitreya solve the opponent."

  Yun Mimi squinted and smiled lightly.

   In his heart, he was disdainful.

  Although she was tempted by the Zen of Joy to give herself up, it was more of her nature. Even if she didn't laugh, Maitreya would find other men.

  In the eyes of outsiders, Yun Mimiao is high and holy like a fairy in the clouds, but only she knows it, and she likes excitement.

  The more noble you behave in front of others, the more crazy you will be behind others.

  As for Zhao Ruyan, who is purely a slave girl laughing at Maitreya, she can't even control her life and death, but this kind of people want to sit on an equal footing with herself.

   What a shame!

   "Master Zhou."

  Taking a deep breath, Yun Mimiao spoke again:

   "Last chance, would you like to join the Yun Family?"

   "Fist."

   Zhou Yi shook his head without hesitation:

   "Unless the Yun family kills Xiao Maitreya, otherwise there is no need to mention this matter."

"what a pity."

  Yun Mimiao lowered her head and sighed softly, she had already given Zhou Yi a verdict in her heart, a monk who had just entered the middle stage of the Daoist Foundation, was by no means the enemy of her and Zhao Ruyan's joint efforts.

  The array mage is indeed good, but if you want to use the power of the array, it is definitely not feasible.

   Just like the giant force formation of the second-order formation method engraved on Zhou Yi's vestment, it seems that the level is not low, but the real power is actually very little.

   "Let's do it!"

   With a wave of their hands, the two women each sacrificed their magic weapons and rushed towards Zhou Yi.

  Cloud Misty's magic weapon is a piece of colorful satin. The colorful ribbon looks beautiful, but it can easily smash a small mountain.

   It also has the magical effect of binding others.

   Zhao Ruyan's flying sword set, five flying swords, one big and four small, the five swords merged into a sword array, and the sword light rained down from the sky.

  Sword formation, Zhou Yi also released his own flying sword.

  The sword body is shining with stars, and the swordsmanship is even more deduced from seven stars. Cooperating with the giant force array on the vestment, all attacks are intercepted.

"Huh?"

  Yun Misty looked suspicious.

   It is said that Zhou Yi is not good at fighting. Now it seems that the sound transmission is wrong, and killing the Qi-refining monk is nothing more than killing the Qi-refining cultivator, but he is not at a disadvantage in the face of the siege of two people.

Not only that.

  While Zhou Yi was wielding his sword, he kept taking out talismans and one-off magic weapons from his body, and bombarded them wildly.

  He has not been a fool for so many years. The benefits he got from Situ's family alone are innumerable, let alone the gains from going out.

   For a while, with one against two, they still had a slight upper hand.

   You must know that he has just advanced to the middle stage of the Dao Foundation, and the two women have decades more cultivation than him, so they shouldn't be at the same level.

   Can this be said to be bad at fighting?

"snort!"

  Zhao Ruyan's beautiful eyes flickered, and she suddenly let out a cold snort, and approached Zhou Yi with the combination of human and sword.

  The distance of a cultivator's sword is inversely proportional to its power. The closer the distance, the greater the power, and the farther the distance, the less power. This is common sense.

   After all, the farther away, the more mana consumed by the same power.

   And Zhao Ruyan was obviously eager to seek merit, so he rushed to the edge of the giant force formation, and then released a flying sword to kill Zhou Yi in the center of the formation.

   "Shua!"

  The flying sword stabs out.

  The distance was close enough this time, the delay of the giant force array on the flying sword became smaller, and the five flying swords collided with Zhou Yi's flying sword in the blink of an eye.

   On the contrary, Yun Mimiao was more cautious, just fighting on the sidelines.

"Ah…"

   Seeing this, Zhou Yi sighed lightly, and the vestment on his body was full of aura.

   "Om!"

  The coverage of the giant force array suddenly increased, covering Zhao Ruyan.

   Suffered!

  Zhao Ruyan's heart skipped a beat, and she wanted to escape subconsciously, but she stabilized her mind in an instant, and several amulets flew out of her body one after another.

   There was a flash of inspiration, as if several layers of hoods wrapped him up.

   Judging from the situation of fighting skills, Zhou Yi's swordsmanship is very good, but under the siege of the two, he has little spare power, and it is even more impossible to counterattack.

   "Shua!"

  A line of fire spans the void.

  The line of fire left traces in the void, emerging abruptly, directly running through the ground for more than ten miles, and even breaking a hole in the clouds behind.

  Zhao Ruyan was the first to bear the brunt.

   "Crack!"

  The aura shattered, revealing the figure inside.

   "How... how?"

  Zhao Ruyan's expression was frozen, his eyes were dull, his face struggled for a while, and then his whole body was burned to death by the flames.

  Fire Eye Technique: Dacheng!

  Third-order mid-grade forbidden method!

  Fire Eye Technique was Zhou Yi's trump card when he was considered a savage. After he became a Qi Refining Cultivator, he was the first to break the limit.

  After Daoji, he used it more frequently.

  Maybe it is because of the eye of delusion, or it may be other reasons, this method is the first to break the limit and become a third-order forbidden method, which is still a middle-grade one.

   Now, it has reached the state of perfection.

   Not to mention Zhao Ruyan, even if he is a late Daoji generation, if he is unsuspecting and close to ten feet away, he may be killed by the forbidden law.

not good!

  Zhou Yi's sudden eruption, like a gentle poultry suddenly bursting out, let people know that it is such a terrifying beast, not only killing Zhao Ruyan in one fell swoop, but also changing Yun Miu's complexion.

   Escape!

  When you escape together, you want to escape far away.

"late."

  Zhou Yi's face was icy cold, and his figure flashed close to Yun Miu Miao, and halfway through, he had cast Li Huo Demon Ape Transformation, retracted the red gold stick and smashed it down.

   "Boom!"

  The aura shattered.

   Yun Piaomiao actually has a magic weapon for protection.

  However, Zhou Yi had expected this a long time ago, his complexion remained unchanged, and his body tens of feet tall frantically danced the red gold rod, blasting a radius of hundreds of feet upside down.

   After a while, the chaos dissipated, leaving only a puddle of meat on the water.

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the other side.

  Laughing Maitreya is at a disadvantage, but full of confidence.

   After all, although Zizhen is strong, he has been planning for a long time, but it is not a short-term effort to take him down. When the two women solve their opponents, they will come to help.

By the time,

  The other party must die!

  But in the blink of an eye, the situation reversed, and the breaths of Yun Miu and the two women disappeared one after another, but Zhou Yi's breath was as vast as the sea.

   It's actually not much worse than Daoji's later stage.

   Suffered!

   "The Curse of Bliss!"

   Gritting his steel teeth tightly, smiling Maitreya's eyes suddenly glowed strangely, and the spell from the bottom of the box fell on Zizhen.

  This mantra directly attacks the mind, and has almost no effect on foreign object defense. Although the lethality is insufficient, the mystery of the mantra can often achieve extraordinary results.

  The person under the curse will instantly fall into the most unforgettable state of bliss in his life, causing a trance. Although the time is short, it is enough to change the situation.

  Especially for married men and women, it is bound to be difficult to break free.

   Sure enough.

  Zi Zhen's body froze, and her movements slowed down.

Chance!

  Smiling Maitreya was overjoyed, flew close, and hit Zizhen directly on the head with the eight-phase pestle in his hand.

  The next moment.

  The confusion in Zizhen's eyes disappeared in an instant, her beautiful eyes were cold, she stretched out her left hand to hold the eight-phase pestle, and made a fist with her right hand and punched it out.

how come?

   Smiling Maitreya opened his eyes wide.

  The bliss mantra is infinitely useful, no matter how high the level of cultivation is, it will be affected, unless it is a virgin who has never experienced **** between men and women.

  But Zizhen has been married for many years, why...

  But now is not the time to think about these things. If you fight a person who is physically terrifying in close quarters, you will die if you are not careful.

"ah!"

  Laughing Maitreya roared to the sky, his body swelled instantly.

  Wrath Ming Wangxiang!

  In the blink of an eye, all the angry Buddha statues wrapped in the flames of King Ming emerged out of thin air, facing Zi Zhen's attacking fist.

   "Peng!"

   Huge forces collided in the air.

   The first thing that collapsed was the cloak on Zi Zhen.

  Wrapped in the burning flames of King Ming, the cloak shattered like rags, followed by the gigantic Dharma image.

  The fundamental Zen practice of Laughing Maitreya is the Joy Chan. Although there is a practice method for the wrath of the Ming King, it is obviously not very proficient.

  The huge dharma image was shattered inch by inch before the front of Zizhen's fist.

  However, Zizhen's physical body seems to be unable to persist when the Faxiang collapses. After all, the difference in cultivation base between the two is more than a hundred years.

   But the next moment.

  Laughing Maitreya's eyes were full of despair.

  Under the cloak, a piece of armor wrapped Zizhen firmly.

   Magic weapon!

  She actually has two magic weapons for body protection, and the grades are not weak, plus the physical strength is far beyond her peers.

"No…"

   "Boom!"

  The force of the punch exploded, laughing Maitreya's plump body was shattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

   "Ma'am."

  Zhou Yi's fire line fell in front of him, embracing the crumbling Zizhen:

"How are you?"

"very good."

  Zi Zhen closed her eyes tightly, with a complex expression on her face. After a long time, she breathed out lightly, turned around and hugged Zhou Yi tightly.

  Zhou Yi's body stiffened slightly, and then he waved his sleeves and released a concealment spell.

  (end of this chapter)