"Do you think you can keep in mind our affairs by holding the Tathagata's treasure lamp?"

"Little monk, you really don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

After saying that, the wind was rustling, and a ghost claw condensed in the darkness and slapped towards Jie Lu.

Jie Lu was also prepared for it. He had golden light on his body and showed his Dharma image on his back, just like a Buddha sitting high above the Great Hall, holding the seal of wisdom in one hand, turning it over with the other hand, and then slapped it out without any haste.

Bang!

It seems like there are time and space, and one claw and one palm collides in one place.

A strong and domineering force mixed with decay, festering and even foul odor came. Jie Lu felt that his whole body was broken. The formerly powerful Buddhist Buddha Yuan collapsed in front of this decayed force. The Buddha bones engraved with Buddhist scriptures also made a creaking sound, and a trace of cracks appeared.

Sister Jiu looked at Jie Lu who stood up, and her eyes flashed slightly complicated.

But he quickly flashed to Jie Lu and blocked the old woman's next attack.

As her hands swayed, there was a faint scent of the general's style, as if an iron-blooded emperor was conquering the battlefield.

A fierce punch, with the smell of iron blood, the bright red and bright color stings the eyes of others.

The ghost claws were torn apart under this iron-blooded killing fist force.

The old woman took a few steps back and made a sharp voice: "This is a killing fist! Bai Qi's lifelong battle and tempered battlefield skills, it seems that you have fully understood it. No wonder you intercepted this memory, it is indeed a bit obvious. But I think this will beat me? It's simply delusional."

"Take another move for me."

After the old woman said that, twelve ghost flags appeared behind her, and each ghost flag was shaking.

In the chaos, there seemed to be endless terror of evil and terror spreading, and everything was to be swallowed up.

Sister Jiu's fist style changed again.

At some point, a dazzling sword light had already been rubbed on her fingertips.

This sword light is bred with unparalleled brilliance.

In this Guanghua, there are splendid palaces, all nations come to worship, the world is prosperous, and the country is stormy.

This sword seems to be a painting.

The world in the painting is like the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

"Since you look down on Bai Qi's fist, then try Pei Min's sword!" Sister Jiu didn't know who he actually used two unique skills of famous figures that had been passed down through the ages.

These two people are both heroes who were once famous in the era.

Although they die, their reputation will last forever.

Puff!

Covering sword energy, evolving a country.

The prosperous Tang Dynasty was once in Li Bai's poems, Zhang Xu's cursive scripts, and even in Pei Min's sword.

The covered chaos was not clear, and was cut open by sword energy. In this annihilation and birth chaos, a world appeared in a hurry, and should be real, but it dissipated.

Two powerful forces once collided with a spark-like world.

That might be a brilliant story.

Chu He, who was hiding in the Hall of Reincarnation, was already shocked.

It seemed like a simple fight, but I didn't expect that it would have involved such a profound field.

This made him feel like he was watching the saint fight.

"But... strange! It's really strange!" Chu He felt that there were too many strange places.

First of all, although the old woman and Sister Jiu had similar places to the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, they all had obvious flaws, and their aura was fluctuating, one at a time high and one at a time, which was difficult to judge.

Secondly... Why didn't she kill Jie Lu?

Chu He’s doubts are here.

Jie Lu's vision is still a little lower.

His inability to see through does not mean that Chu He cannot see through either.

The old woman said that she was vicious, but she was indeed merciful when she fought with Jie Lu.

Otherwise, in an instant, Jie Lu would be crushed to death by the other party.

"Is it because I am not afraid of what I say, but I am actually very honest and cowardly because of the Buddha?" Chu He thought so.

This may be the most reasonable explanation, but Chu He doesn't believe it.

He felt that all this would probably not be that simple.

The fight between the old woman and Sister Jiu has reached a stalemate.

The fight between them seems simple, but it is mixed with mystery that they cannot understand. Sometimes it is like two inexperienced warriors fighting, sometimes it is like a cultivator fighting, sometimes it is like a cultivator fighting, sometimes it takes out the unique skills of the heroes and heroes from the long river of history, and displays them, and then it will be grander in this underworld.

It looked like a battle, but it felt like a tangle and communication. Moreover, the old woman's methods were quite tempting to fight for her life, while Sister Jiu was a little restrained and always refused to take ruthless actions, making her seem passive.

Jie Lu looked at it but was very anxious.

Care is confusion.

He already has his own heart, simple, simple, simple and immature.

When his heart is still Chu He's heart.

Chu He's sophistication, calmness and calmness will be his original intention. He can appropriately withdraw himself and see more clearly. He will not be unable to see or understand some simple tendencies and principles because of his concern and confusion.

But now... he is not Chu He, he is just Jie Lu.

He has always kept Chu He's memory.

But this concept is like...Jarvis becomes a fool after he becomes Vision.

Mechanical execution of commands or act according to the owner's habits. These are two completely different concepts from acting according to one's own preferences and ideas.

"Sister Jiu! I'll help you!" Jie Lu didn't notice at all. This was not a battle he could participate in.

Holding the Buddhist beads, the Buddha fat burned on the Buddhist beads, igniting the lights on the Buddha lamps, like a vast dragon, pounced towards the old woman.

"No!" Sister Jiu couldn't help but speak to stop him.

The old woman pulled away, and the twelve black flags behind her were circulating, covering Jie Lu.

Chu He's fingers twitched slightly, and he almost couldn't help but take action.

The next moment, Sister Jiu subconsciously moved.

A scarlet fire burned on her body, which had the power to extinguish everything.

It burns, not air, not matter, not even any simple existence.

What it burns is ‘existence’.

Existence itself is its nutrients and its fuel.

boom!

The flame spread directly to the old woman.

The old woman, who had originally shrouded Xiang Jie Lu, paused in front of Jie Lu and never moved forward again.

The fire filled the old woman's body and lit her into a huge torch.

But what came from the torch was the old woman's extremely happy laughter.

"Hehehehe...! I'm free, where are you?" The old woman finally left a sentence among the embers of the flames, and then it was wiped out, and there was no trace of it anymore.

And in the thought of Jie Lu, the memories of this old woman were quickly dissipating.

He no longer remembers that such a person has come.

Chu He also found that his soul was quickly forgetting something.

"Senior Brother! Help!" Chu He shouted, he didn't even know why he was shouting.

bass!

The Jade Ding Zhenren's immortal-killing sword was unsheathed, carrying the power of life and death, and picked out Chu He's thoughts and memories from the time and space that were about to be erased, and then sealed them in a short time and sent them to Chu He's hand in a mark that splits time and space.
Chapter completed!