It’s not that easy to crack!”

"Amitabha!"

Master Lianxin proclaimed the Buddha's name and said with a smile: "With Bodhi in my heart, and a bright mirror above my head, I can see all Dharmas from all directions in the cave. From now on, there is nothing in the sky or on the earth that I don't know!"

"The pure form of Bodhi!"

Liang Yan's pupils shrank and he stared at Master Lianxin in the distance.

At this moment, he had put all the distracting thoughts in his mind behind him and sat cross-legged on the spot, observing attentively and comprehending it quietly.

Although the angry monk passed on all the mental methods of "Eight Divisions of Evolution" to Liang Yan, he parted with him soon after. Although Liang Yan had been practicing hard for so many years, the eight methods were too mysterious, and even

The first five phases have not yet been fully understood, let alone the mysterious and mysterious last three phases.

Now seeing Master Lianxin using the "Eight Parts of Evolution" method to confront the enemy, every move has infinite power, and many of them are profound and mysterious, which actually gave Liang Yan a sense of enlightenment!

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield.

Although Master Lianxin was speaking, his movements with his hands were not slow at all. He flew up, and under the illumination of immeasurable golden light, the poisonous miasma around him was also dispersed by his magic power.

He used Liang Yan as bait to attack Murong Hanqiu in a sneak attack. Now that he had the upper hand, he pressed forward step by step, unable to give his opponent any chance to breathe.

Seeing the golden figure approaching in an instant, and the Buddhist fist power coming fiercely, Murong Hanqiu's expression changed again and again. He suddenly gritted his teeth, raised his hand, bit his finger, and wrote in the air. After a while, a circle appeared.

Ancient and strange words.

Master Lianxin was already in front of him, and the shadow of his fist in the golden light was as powerful as a bamboo, and it was about to land on Murong Hanqiu's head.

However, the next moment, those strange words gathered into a red arch, and a hand as white as jade stretched out from the arch.

This plain hand pressed lightly in mid-air, pressing down all the fist shadows in the sky, and then a voice came from the arch:

"Murong Hanqiu, you old woman, why did you call me out again?"
Chapter completed!