Purple runes entangled in the air, turning into rings after ring, and rotating with each other. After a slight crackling sound, the skeleton monster bound there was a lightning floating on the surface of the skeleton monster. The scarlet flames were dim, the miserable green light dissipated, and finally the obscure spells exploded one after another.

"Nine Night Divine Thunder Talisman! Are you from Shangqing Sect?" The Lama's expression changed slightly, and his hands formed seals. A black air rose behind him, turning into a vicious creature with six arms, holding a white bone vajra, a skeleton bowl, a red silk human intestine, a flesh and blood prayer wheel and other evil things. He had three heads, showing anger, compassion, and terrifying evil Buddha's phantom.

At the same time, a little girl next to him who looked beautiful and beautiful jumped and was held in his arms by the evil Buddha. After a strange and rapid panting and moaning sound of flesh and body collision, the girl turned into a dry bone. Then, another girl jumped and was held in her arms, repeating the changes just now.

In contrast, the lama's hands were solemn, and a trace of enlightenment appeared between his eyebrows.

"Namo Amitabha!" The lama proclaimed the Buddha's name, and the red silk intestines in the evil Buddha's hands behind him trembled gently, turning into countless red silks and slightly wrapped towards Yuan Qing.

In Yuan Qingwei's eyes, above these red silks, there were strange seal scripts emitting strands of black aura. These bitter black auras were filled with strong evil auras and evil auras, but also had the blurred aura of life and death cycle and the aura of incense and vows worship. Various auras entangled with each other, appearing extremely filthy and extremely depraved. It is a magic weapon specially used to target the Yin God.

He opened his mouth and blew his breath, and spit out a seal script from his mouth, turning into a lotus in the air, stopping the red silk that was rushing upwards. He flipped his palm, and the red seal script entangled. The three fire light clocks appeared in it and were wrapped in seal script. As Yuan Qing stretched out his hand slightly, the flames on the treasure bell were burned and covered the lama.

"Cracked!" Facing the treasure bell entangled in "seal text", the lama was not afraid at all. The seal formed by his hands quickly changed. The evil Buddha figure behind him raised his hand, and the white bone vajra flew out. His whole body's magic power flowed through the meridians in his body like flowing water. With the power of the Tantric Mantra, the magic mantra was injected into the vajra in front of him, pushing it to hit the treasure bell.

As the most common magic weapon in Tantric Buddhism, Vajra represents invincible wisdom and true Buddha nature, and has the power to break through all the confusions of form and color in the three realms.

Although the lama's white bone vajra is not a righteous thing at first glance, since it is entangled in the hands of the evil Buddha and is naturally entangled with incense. What's more, the force that bursts violently at such a close distance can only be more terrifying.

However, Yuan Qingwei was not driven by the phantoms of seal script, but the real magic weapon.

As soon as the two were in contact, the white bone vajra shattered instantly. The evil Buddha phantom behind the lama lost a magic weapon. It shook and the black air overflowed. The lama also made a series of bone cracking sounds, and an abnormal blood color appeared on his fair and fat face.

"What is this!" The lama who was fooled suddenly spoke in horror. He was not a fool. Looking at the golden red bell that was spinning in the air, he immediately knew that this thing was extraordinary. He decisively gave up and continued to entangle with Yuan Qingwei. The handprints formed by his hands changed again, and the skeleton bowl in the evil Buddha's hand hit Yuan Qingwei.

The dark liquid in the bowl exudes a faint smell of blood and rotten smell, just like rotten meat and blood stasis are placed in a large pot to boil. After smelling it, people only feel that their internal organs are rolling and they want to spit out everything in their stomachs.

Yuan Qingwei recalled the Three Fire Light Bell, suspended above his head, and red seal scripts appeared one by one, as a package to blind the barrier of Jiuzhou. Threads of red light hung down and formed a light curtain to protect Yuan Qingwei's body.

The turbid liquid sprinkled from the bowl fell on the red light, like hot oil pounced on Mars, and was immediately ignited. The hot flames burned around Yuanqingwei, and dirty gray-white mist appeared.

The surface of the skeleton bowl was cracked and shattered with a bang. The phantom of the evil Buddha who lost another magic weapon was almost unable to maintain his body. But the lama didn't care. He bit his tongue and stimulated the flesh and blood with blood. The six-character mantra with the wrong order radiated with the rotation of Jinglun, emitting blood-red light, landing on the lama, and then rushed upwards and wrapped him away.

He reached out to recall the Three Fire Light Bell, and looked at the dirty and dim seal script on it. Mingyu's magic power was injected into it. After several changes, Mingyu's magic power was easily washed away the turbidity. Looking at the direction of the lama's departure, Yuan Qing sneered slightly and followed the qi left by the other party.

‘Escape, escape, escape, Yin Shen cannot be too far away from his body. As long as I escape from his sensing range, he will naturally return to where he is...’ The Lama keeps flashing through his heart. But the laws of this world destined the blessing of practitioners on the body, as well as the speed and distance of escape. The blood-black rainbow light will at most cover him for a short distance and will land.

At this time, Yuan Qingwei would slowly appear behind him, forcing him to have no chance to breathe and continue to escape. After three repeated times, half of his qi and blood were consumed. The pale face stopped and fled, turned around and activated his magic power to the extreme. The strands of black air were entangled in the almost illusory evil Buddha, obviously preparing to fight to the death.

At this time, Yuan Qingwei escaped into the dark world and gave him a little chance to breathe.

Seeing Yuan Qingwei leaving, the lama finally raised his desperate thoughts, and immediately became like a deflated balloon, quickly shriveling. He looked around carefully for a while, but because of his serious injury, he had to sit cross-legged and adjust his breathing.

Of course, he was also cautious throughout the process. He spent several times of his usual time to suppress his injuries. When he was about to set off again, Yuan Qingwei suddenly rushed out of the dark world, and the three fire light bell turned into a red light tower, covering the lama.

Faced with Yuan Qingwei's sneak attack, the lama tried to summon the evil Buddha's phantom to protect him, but at this time he had just finished adjusting his breathing and suppressed the backlash generated by the previous attempt to repeatedly activate the rainbow light, and his movements were inevitably half a step slower.

As Yuan Qing clapped his hands slightly, the fire burned in the red light banner, and countless flames bloomed like red lotus. Although the phantom of the evil Buddha behind the lama was formed, it was impossible to take him away. He could only manifest his power and suppress the sea of ​​fire. It has to be said that the evil Buddha sat upright and there was a little bit of the momentum of Mingwang Zhen hell.
Chapter completed!