The Buddha's light shines brightly at the fingertips, and the light wanders around, winding like a dragon.

After the spell was written, the golden light flashed, as if it came alive, and fell on the broken palm, going deep into it, like a brand, with a click, a crack split it into two, and the blood mist around it was suddenly shaken away.

Awesome! Wu Sheng praised.

If it is useful, then write it again.

He just stood there, practicing Buddhism and writing Buddhist mantras with Buddha's fingers.

It didn't take long for the broken palm to be filled with several spells and cracks.

This broken arm and limb that was chopped off from the body of the Rakshasa King can still hold on until now because the mana in the formation is constantly being consumed but cannot be replenished in time. However, it is different when Wu Sheng comes.

The magic power in his body now can be called "majestic". It may not be comparable to those great human immortal monks, but it is enough to support the current loss of his magical power.

With a click, the remaining broken palm shattered into pieces and turned into a piece of debris.

This spell, like a heavy sword, directly chopped the broken palm into pieces.

Trying another spell again, Wu Sheng then tried another one, this time on the broken arm. The broken arm was very high, like a broken solitary peak.

This spell took a shorter time to write than the last time. When it landed on the arm, a piece of it immediately melted away wherever it landed.

The first spell is like a heavy sword, it can suppress and kill,

The second mantra is like fire, burning and melting.

Wu Sheng was like a child who had found a novel toy. He repeatedly tested spells in this large formation, and finally wrote hundreds of spells on the chopped off arm until it was covered with spider webs.

With cracks and potholes everywhere, the arm was about to burst into pieces.

In the end, Wu Sheng even tried to write two spells on the body of the Rakshasa King, but this time he ran into trouble. A force came back from him, blocking the spell at once.

Wu Sheng wrote ten lines in succession, but only one successfully left some traces on its body.

It seems that the Rakshasa King's body is completely different from the arms that were chopped off from it. Could it be because the heart in his body has not yet been destroyed? Wu Sheng speculated.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I still have a little bit of effort, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." Wu Sheng said to himself, he was really not in that hurry, and entering the formation this time has been an unexpected gain so far.

Looking at the body of the Rakshasa King, Wu Sheng took a step back, suddenly pulled out the Buddha Sword with his backhand, rose into the air, and slashed down from top to bottom. What was cut was not the body, but the arm.

This time, the white-gold sword light easily cut open the arm. The Buddha's light penetrated into it, and the crack continued to expand. With a crash, the arm was divided into two halves, fell to the ground twice, and fell into many pieces on the ground.

Large pieces of blood mist suddenly dispersed, like a swarm of bees swarming out of the hive after it fell.

Holding the sword in one hand, the sword tip pointed forward, the white sword light cut through the blood mist that came towards his face, and the Buddha's light emitted from Wu Sheng's body shone three feet away, melting all the blood mist that came close to him.

"Now that you've come in, how can I make you feel comfortable?" Wu Sheng stared at the Rakshasa King's body.

"I'm going down the mountain in a few days, so I might as well break your palm again today."

Just as he was about to go up, he suddenly heard footsteps. He turned around and saw Monk Kong Kong entering the formation.

"Master, why are you here?"

"I've been waiting for you outside for two days and I still haven't seen you come out. I'm a little worried, so I came here to take a look."

Time flies so fast. Has it been a day before you know it? Wu Sheng was slightly surprised after hearing this.

In this large formation, it is impossible to discern the changes of time. Once you enter the large formation, you don't know how much time has passed.

Huh?!

He was very surprised when he saw the arm that was broken into pieces, like a collapsed mountain, and the broken palm.

"This speed is much faster than I imagined! No, with the power of the current formation, it is impossible to wear down this arm and palm so quickly." Monk Kong looked at the disciple in front of him.

"You did it?"

"I just learned two spells and couldn't help but try them. The effect is good." Wu Sheng said.

Firstly, the spell is indeed powerful. Secondly, he took Longyuan, and his magic power increased by an unknown amount. Thirdly, the training of blood yuan entering his body not long ago has made him resistant to these blood mist.

It is the combination of the three that has led to the "miracle" that is not big or small today.

"Very good, very good!" Monk Kong nodded.

"Master, how about we strike while the iron is hot and chop off that arm too?" Wu Sheng pointed to the only remaining arm of the Rakshasa King.

The head and its heart cannot be moved for the time being, and I don't dare to move it, but I can try its arms and lower limbs. First chop it into a meat pot, and then deal with the most dangerous parts. This is a good idea.

way.

Monk Kong looked at the formation and thought about it carefully.

"If you kill it at this time, the blood mist will break away from the formation and float out. Something big has just happened in Jinhua City, so we should wait a little longer."

"I can use Buddhism to dissolve the blood mist here." Wu Sheng said.

Having stayed in this demon-suppressing formation for two days, Wu Sheng did not feel any fatigue at all. He was still full of energy, and his magic power did not seem to be exhausted at all. Not only that, but there was also an increasingly full feeling.

The feeling, and he was not affected by the blood mist, made him eager to try.

"Go out first, and I will make a plan after discussing with your abbot and uncle."

"That's fine."

I heard Monk Kong Kong say this, and Wu Shengbian didn't insist on it either.

It was already evening when I came out of the abbot's Zen room, and the sun had already set.

During dinner, several monks discussed it and decided that the idea of ​​inanimate being was feasible and could be tried. If it didn't work, the pagoda could be temporarily placed in the magic circle to make up for the missing parts.

But time still needs to be delayed. Now we need to be stable and low-key.

It was night, half of the moon was covered by clouds, and it was very quiet in the mountains.

Late at night, a gust of wind blew up, and a figure came to Lanruo Temple.

After landing, he first looked around for a while, and then walked slowly in the yard on the ground paved with bluestone, like a cat, without making any sound.

He came under the bodhi tree, stared at the thick and leafy bodhi tree for a long time, and then came to the front of the main hall.

The door of the Buddhist temple is open, and when you look inside, you can see the tall Buddha statue.

Hey hey hey,

A burst of strange laughter startled him, and he tensed up. Looking for the sound, he saw an old monk wearing shabby monk clothes hiding there not far away, laughing at a stone statue.

Monk?

He took a deep breath and was really ready to leave.

"If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you running around?" The old monk suddenly spoke.

Well, discovered? The man was stunned.

"Look at what you look like!"

"What's wrong with me like this? Am I ashamed of myself?" The man looked at himself and then looked up at the old monk who never looked back.

I saw him suddenly tugging at the monk's robe,

Gurgling, the sound of running water.

Under the dark night, the man was stunned.

He was there talking to himself in the middle of the night, which startled him, and then he came out to let the water flow.

After a while, the old monk shook his body, then waved his monk's robe and strode back to the meditation room like a meteor.

"This old monk is in good health!" The man looked at the old monk's back and sighed.

After taking a few steps closer, he glanced at the stone statue and was stunned for a moment.

This is?

Arhat!

In front of me is a stone statue of Arhat. There is a wet puddle on the stone statue, and something is dripping.

"That old monk just pissed on this Arhat!"
Chapter completed!