The prayer wheel turns automatically without wind.
A pale golden light emerged from the prayer wheel. As special words jumped out from it one after another, bursts of low chanting sounds began to echo in the plane.
Different from the scriptures in 'Dalin Temple'.
This scripture is even more obscure... and strange.
It clearly has the sound of Sanskrit, but it is also deadly.
Xiao Hei doesn't care.
He shook his body, looked at the prayer wheel, and immediately a mouthful of hellfire came out.
The flames were raging.
The box containing the prayer wheel turned into ashes.
But the prayer wheel itself is fine.
Not only is everything fine, it becomes even more brilliant.
At the same time, another one hidden in the corner also showed unusual movements.
It was a skull.
Or rather...
Kabala.
Card, card, card.
This piece of skull, which was obviously not polished at all, emitted slight crisp sounds, one after another, one after another, becoming faster and more frequent.
When the sound became one, Gabala flew up out of thin air, and a figure began to slowly emerge.
Starting from the skull of Gabala, there is a complete skull with brain, eyeballs, and teeth, followed by the torso and limbs, but there is no flesh and blood on the torso and limbs. Even if there is some flesh and blood on the skull, it is very limited.
quack.
The half-skeleton 'person' moved his body.
It walked to a box nearby, opened it, and found the scarlet monk's robe and bright yellow triangular monk's hat he had worn during his lifetime.
It put on a monk's robe and hat, walked to the prayer wheel and picked it up.
During the whole process, Xiao Hei kept attacking.
But it's useless.
Neither the sharp teeth nor the hellfire were of any use to the half-skeleton 'person' in front of him, and the moment this 'person' picked up the prayer wheel, Xiao Hei was blown away.
No action was taken, just a sound——
Hum!
Xiao Hei flew out.
Turning over and getting up, Xiao Hei stared at the 'man' fiercely, and a whimpering sound came from his throat.
then……
Turn around and run.
It definitely can't beat the other party.
But, it's okay.
It also has an owner.
Its owner can definitely defeat this skeleton monster, and he will definitely teach it a lesson. He wants to let it know that whether a dog is beaten or not depends on its owner.
Xiao Hei ran away.
The 'monk' did not give chase.
Instead, he walked slowly and leisurely.
When this "monk" appeared in the sight of Goethe, Xuan Bei and Ling Xiaozi, the old monk and the old Taoist were shocked and an expression of disbelief appeared in their eyes.
"Balda?!"
"How is it possible that he is still alive?"
The old monk exclaimed.
"Alive?"
"It looks like it's not alive. It's just a 'monster' created by evil magic... That bastard Zhao Shan really has a big surprise for us."
The old Taoist priest had a serious look on his face, and his eyes were filled with an unprecedented solemnity.
"But such evil magic...how is it possible?"
The old monk chanted the Buddha's name softly, somewhat puzzled.
"Why not?"
"After all, this is a dynasty that has existed for two hundred years, and they took advantage of the 'natural disaster' to steal the foundation of the previous dynasty. You know, the previous dynasty has accumulated too many secrets."
"There are at least thirteen treasures in the Dragon Locking Well alone."
"Not to mention the 'Dragon Slaying Sword' that was used by that person."
The old Taoist priest snorted coldly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
'Taiyi Mountain' has been worshipped by the dynasties before that one.
The situation at that time was completely unexpected.
A year ago, it was just scabies.
A year later, it swept the world.
And what about the dynasty at that time?
Still fighting among themselves.
Constant infighting.
Everyone knows that internal strife will only lead to the destruction of a country.
But those people would fight among themselves even if their country was destroyed.
The head of the highly revered 'Taiyi Mountain' at that time felt helpless. Although he knew that there was no way to save the situation, he chose to be worthy of his own way and led the 'Seven Sons of Taiyi' down the mountain to carry out the assassination.
Assassinated eleven enemy generals.
Even the regent who led the opposing army was killed by the leader.
But what’s the use?
All seven Taiyi disciples died in battle.
The headmaster was chopped into pieces.
And 'Taiyi Mountain'?
After learning that the headmaster and seven uncles and uncles had died in battle, he sealed up the classics and secret teachings in the back mountain, left seven Taoist boys as the fire, and then went down the mountain with swords on their backs.
That year, Taiyi Mountain was covered with mourning clothes.
That year, blood was splattered every five steps at the foot of Taiyi Mountain.
later?
Taiyi Mountain was set on fire for seven days.
Of the seven Taoist children who stayed behind, the two oldest used themselves as bait to divert the pursuers who were searching the mountain, entered the Taiyi Jue Valley, and detonated the explosives in the valley.
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Then, the two deputy ministers, along with another wave of pursuers, entered Taiyi's Demon-Suppressing Tower, triggered the mechanism, and went to hell with the five hundred pursuers.
The three youngest ones survived.
One of them is Ling Xiaozi’s master.
With new grudges and old grievances, Ling Xiaozi turned the dust upside down, drew his sword and was about to go up, but was stopped by the old monk.
Something is wrong!
Something is wrong!
The old monk instinctively felt that something was wrong.
But I couldn't tell what was wrong.
At this time——
"Barda?"
"Is it the Barda I know?"
Goethe asked.
"Yeah, that's the guy."
The old Taoist nodded.
Every dynasty has a patron saint.
Even if the dynasty has fallen, it remains unchanged.
In fact, at certain times, such a guardian angel is stronger.
That's what Barda is like.
As the last guardian of the dynasty, he possessed extraordinary power before Zhao Jingjue was born, and people even said that he had supernatural powers.
It was also because of the other party's existence that the previous dynasty was able to survive the continuous "disasters".
Until Zhao Jingjue appeared.
At that time, Zhao Jingjue was just a rookie, but he chose to challenge Balda, who was the national teacher at that time.
And, won!
Even though it was a narrow victory, it’s still a win.
Afterwards, while avoiding being hunted down by the previous dynasty, he began to "spread his military power throughout the world."
It can be said that one of the most important reasons why Zhao Jingjue was called the "Martial Saint" was because he defeated Balda, who was the imperial teacher of the previous dynasty at that time.
"That's right."
"That's the one."
"But... back then, he shouldn't have been as strong as he is now."
The old monk frowned.
Is Badar strong?
In those days, he was extremely powerful, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was the best in the world, but that was before.
Now?
The emergence of the secret weapon has already broken all of this.
Many people believed that any fighter who had mastered the 'Absolute Domain' could beat Badar, but the old monk was sure that it was not the 'Absolute Domain'.
Even if he possesses the 'power of the universe', he may not win against Badar.
The other party is not strong.
But it's a kind of... weird!
That's right, it's weird!
The old monk looked at the other person and always felt that the other person was "kind"!
it's out of the question!
How can the two sides be "cordial" when they are enemies?
It's almost like a fight to the death.
The old Taoist priest frowned and observed, trying to find some clues. His hands hidden under his robe sleeves kept calculating.
And that Badar finally found his target.
“It’s you!”
Badar looked at Goethe from a distance, and after saying something a little bit shrill, he just "flew" over.
Or to be more precise: flying in the air.
"The body is empty!"
The old monk exclaimed.
The reason why Badar is believed to possess supernatural powers is largely due to his "body-spanning" skill. After all, humans' desire to leave the ground and fly freely has long become an obsession.
Badal was fleeting.
Appeared above Goethe's head and slapped him.
The palm wind is fierce, like the roar of a dragon and the roar of an elephant.
The palm shadow was like a ghost, constantly expanding in people's field of vision, as if it was going to cover the sky and the sun.
"Be careful, it's the Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra and the Great Seal!"
The old Taoist priest reminded him, and the black and white energies in his hands rotated to form a Tai Chi diagram, blocking the top of his head.
Badar spun in the air.
It was clearly a palm strike on the head, but it easily turned into a palm strike from behind.
More importantly, there is no stagnation.
It seems as if everything is going on naturally.
And this palm was still aimed at Goethe.
The old monk put his hands together, his whole body glowed with golden light, and he stood behind him.
clang!
The palm hit the old monk's chest.
The huge force made the old monk take three steps back.
The special force made the old monk frown slightly.
"The Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra and the Great Hand Seal are truly worthy of their reputation. Imperial Master, please accept my palm strike."
As the old monk said this, his whole body shook and he struck out with one palm.
This palm, with its power hidden in Mount Sumeru, is as powerful as a mountain.
More importantly, the power of this palm will not weaken from the moment it is struck, but will become stronger and stronger until it leaves an imprint on the opponent's body.
Mount Sumeru Palm!
One of the secret teachings of 'Dalin Temple', it becomes even more powerful after being integrated into the 'Secret Martial Arts'.
Badar did not dodge or evade, and attacked with his big handprint.
boom!
The old monk staggered and took a step back.
Badar flew out, but immediately flew back and struck again.
But at this time, the old monk did not fight back immediately.
The Sumeru Mountain Palm is extremely powerful , but it takes a very long time to recover. Even after being integrated into the "Secret Martial Arts", it no longer requires a lot of energy to strike out with a palm, but the time to recover has been prolonged.
The big handprint is coming.
The old monk was not in a hurry and continued to use his luck to recover his energy.
Because there are people around him.
The Tai Chi diagram of black and white qi appeared again, and the old Taoist's energy entangled Badal. Then one Tai Chi diagram after another appeared, in various shapes and sizes.
The old monk, having recovered his breath, struck out with another palm strike.
The tacit understanding cultivated over decades has enabled the two to understand each other's minds.
Immediately, Badar was put at a disadvantage.
Judging from the situation, victory is only a matter of time.
And just at this moment, Goethe's cell phone rang.
yes--
Zhao Shan.
"Hello, Brother Zhao."
Goethe greeted with a smile.
"Did you receive my brother's gift?"
Zhao Shan was also polite.
"I got it, but it's a little ugly."
Goethe gave a very pertinent comment on Badar's current appearance.
Judging from the bones, when Badar was alive, he must have looked as mighty as King Kong, but after losing his skin and flesh, he is just a skeleton.
From a psychological and physiological point of view.
This is not even good looking.
"It doesn't matter if it's ugly, as long as it's useful."
"I have carefully cultivated this for thirty years. You have also seen the mouse, right?"
"It's the introduction."
"Get it out and move around."
"It should be having a great time now, right?"
Zhao Shan once again "predicted the future".
However, Goethe heard the sound of vomiting blood.
"Brother Zhao, you must take care of your health. If you vomit too much blood, you may die young."
Goethe said with great concern.
"It's okay, it's okay."
"The main purpose is to let you have fun, brother. It should be almost done, so I am going to start the real game - enjoy it, brother. If you can pass this level, I will admit defeat and you can kill me or chop me up as you like."
Having said that, the phone hung up.
It was at this time that the old monk and the old Taoist priest finally discovered where Badar's uneasy feeling came from.
“Dragon Qi!”
“It’s dragon energy!”
"No wonder the previous dynasty collapsed so quickly. Badar actually absorbed the dragon energy into his body and was not afraid of backlash... No, you are already dead. You are indeed not afraid anymore, but you probably won't be afraid in your next life!" The old Taoist priest was surprised, then curled his lips and said, "No wonder Zhao Shan dug you out after you died. He probably hates you to the core."
"Now that I think about it, what happened back then was indeed very strange. They were so foolish. I originally thought that those big shots were playing with fire and getting burned, but I didn't expect that the national master was involved. This is really... really..."
The old monk wanted to make a comment or two, but he didn't know what to say.
"The old bald donkey is trouble."
"It's not a good thing anyway."
"You attack the left, and I'll attack the right."
"Break these old bones!"
The old Taoist priest was much more straightforward.
However, this joint attack did not work.
Because Badar flew away.
It flew to the other side at a faster speed than before, then sat down cross-legged, inserted the prayer wheel in its hand into the grass, and clasped its hands together.
In an instant, a sense of solemnity emanated from the skeleton.
But his face was still ferocious.
The extreme contrast made the old monk and Taoist priest pause.
Then, they saw a scene that they would never forget in their lifetime.
Small wild animals such as mice, hares, hedgehogs, etc. appeared from nowhere and ran towards Badar, crawling in front of Badar like devout believers.
Tens, hundreds, thousands.
Crowded.
Then!
These small wild animals such as mice, hares, hedgehogs, etc. became "people".
Someone who looks exactly like Badal.
Looking like half skeletons, they knelt there, chanting and praying in low voices.
When one person recites the scriptures, the sound is vague.
When thousands of people chanted the scriptures, it really was like thunder.
Amid thunder, Badar flew up again.
The higher it flew, the bigger its body became.
The skeletonized appearance also became green-faced and fang-like, but it was also radiating golden light.
Under the shining golden light, the Badars who were kneeling on the ground flew up.
They flew into every inch of light.
They seemed to have stepped into the Buddha's kingdom.
They achieved their consummation.
Badar's body swelled again. A blood-red head grew on the left, a black head grew on the right, and a head that looked like a human but still had a skull shape grew on the back. Twelve arms grew out from all over his body, and each arm held a vajra, vajra dagger, vajra axe, prayer wheel, hair wheel, bodhi leaf, etc.
By the time everything stopped, Badar had already blocked out the sky.
From the perspective of the old monk and the old Taoist priest , the entire sky was Badal.
Just like the gods and Buddhas in real mythology.
It wants to save the entire green vine.
It wants to make everyone in Green Vine City become its believers.
It wants to live another life.
The soul-demanding mantra came out in a more special way.
But he was interrupted by the old Taoist priest's loud shout.
"Using dragon energy to steal incense is really a crooked way. No wonder you are so weird."
The old Taoist priest said this, snorted coldly, and drew out his sword.
He was ready to fight to the death.
The old monk took off his outer robe carefully.
How could he retreat when his friends were fighting to the death?
Even though he really wanted to quit.
But at this moment, Goethe's heart was moved.
The next moment——
"【Summon the Beast of Desire】!"