A rich harvest

Hung Yi finally understand more deeply, "Amitabha by the past," Why is the supreme art of the spirit-.

The practice of this volume to the highest level, spirit-hanging above the vanity, he is the last of the Buddha, even thousands of the world could not move his various travails Zhenru nature.

Buddhism and Taoism said really as nature is in the spirit-idea.

That is, after repair has become Amitabha is the reincarnation autopsy thousands of times, can not cause a little damage to the spirit-until the achievement Yang God.

Hung Yi although not strong enough to practice the spirit-world experience of thousands of catastrophe stays gone, as the realm of the same nature, but little damage, but it is the moment to be able to recover through the Outlook.

The Taoist god of the six D Rokko Although powerful, not less than Yecha Wang Hao, general enough to break up the spirit-demons.

If not beaten, but also enough to cause irreversible damage, but flood prone, however, it is a very minor injury.

"The priests of the state may not be high, certainly did not practice as Guixian, otherwise, spirit-oppression Viagra, can I play directly wits, they will not have the opportunity to contemplate the idea."

Bang!

Yecha Wang's Fork and the gold of God Ding A collision with a big ax.

A devil, a deity in the struggle with the void.

Hung Yi, and that priests are engrossed. Repression control the devil will be in the center of the earth call out empty flame.

This is the intangible idea of ​​confrontation. Not a material entity. But the flame up. Also particularly dangerous. Which party has failed. Direct spirit-damaged.

At this time. Taoist concept of a God to come to the small eye in the flood being relocated. Gold bleak. Far from the original to power and influence.

Hung Yi know. This is because damage to the Taoist spirit-just. Therefore, a concept came up to D also weakened the power of God. Whether Yecha Wang okay. Or D A God. The idea is of itself. Spirit-strong. They are also strong. Spirit-weak. They are also weak.

Taoists call out to God first. Gold strong. Between an ax. Yecha Wang will be able to split into two paragraphs. Flings. But now. Is entangled with the hopper.

To the idea in a few rounds into battle. Hung Yi felt the priest to spirit-though strong. But to the extent not strong outrageous. Higher than own up to a realm. Just drive things. Did not reach the overt to the point.

If the practice spirit-to the point of profiling, lead and mercury can rely on the gas-saver, direct manifestation of the body, naked eye, or even hurt real flesh.

This is Hong Yi and Bai Ziyue occasionally when talking about the.

Taoism in order to lead and mercury excel saver, not to take flesh, but the physical manifestation of God to the yin.

If today the priest reaches the extent of the profiling, to melt lead and mercury thunderbolt Jindan Cheng Fu Qi, spirit-lead and mercury metal accumulation of the gas, which was of a golden statue that is at once overwhelming, despite a flood can easily visualize recovery, to no avail.

Easy to play because of what took wits Hung, Lai Buji thoughts are turning.

"Boy, you killed!"

Seeing the distance is the government being the voice of Ming Jin Tiejiao came, the priests mind is very impatient, suddenly, he heard Li He, Meng a wave, a God that D disappeared suddenly,

Yecha Wang lost the opponent, a fierce rush, and threw himself in front of a Taoist priest.

However, under cross were held in Yecha Wang, when suddenly, a red sun rising up from the head priest, suddenly everywhere flames, flames of burning, Yecha Wang about to be burned flings.

"Japanese view of the idea of ​​God?"

Hung Yi was shocked.

This Taoist head sun came out, everywhere red, Hung Yi's eyes blur, could not see anything, the whole body stung like fire, like a really big day in the sun by the OBE, to be strong sunlight under the complete melting away.

This is the door of a supernatural power, kept to the idea of ​​being in the hot sun, spirit-being to a battle of wits out of all the devil can someone trained in flings.

But this view of the idea, to spirit-completely beyond the realm of day to display their tour, especially when the cast came out and hurt their own perverted.

Now the priest is no way Hung Yi Chande, desperate under the cast came out to life and life's easy to while away the spirit-Hung.

Flame around the whole body, ** spicy barbecue, the whole body can move.

Face each other to display their ideas out of the Japanese concept of God, spirit-being burned Hung Yi extremely weak, as the concept immediately Amitabha Buddha, adhere to the mind, to keep the mind a little cool, but still could not be eliminated around the flame, let alone fighting back.

"This kid how not to die?"

Taoist heart but also surprised, he obviously saw that he cast a "concept at the idea of ​​God", the overwhelming fire completely surrounded by flood prone, but the other was sitting in a fire, motionless, while trapped, unable to move, but refining their own half past one would have him die.

"Vapid spirit-impaired, but also refining him to death."

Taoist teeth, trying out the concept on the idea of ​​God, his own spirit-has also been hitting the suffering, the whole body tingling. But to Lianqi Hung Yi, and then full of Fu Hongxuan machine, he suddenly between the concentration of all thoughts.

Boom! Hung Yi surrounded by more intense fire, the fire among the Ambilight, the last turn, even showing a pure white transparent.

Of course, all the human eye can not see the spirit-a battle of wits, in the idea among all the illusion, an idea.

Taoist view of the Japanese idea of ​​God, fire, the sun does not really light, but the idea of ​​"Firelight", but the light efficacy and the hot sun, too, are people scattered thoughts, spirit-devoid.

"This continues, I'm afraid not, sooner or later perverted dry, fiery death by heart. Must try to fight back."

Hung Yi know, just the power of his spirit-day trip, far less than the priests, the flame will be trapped, unable to move. If the spirit-power, directly ran.

But now, the idea to rely on Amitabha view, maintaining the fixed nature, and constantly repair perverted.

The other to burn yourself, Hung Yi has to Xinyi Heng, had died in the seeking live.

"Rakshasa king!"

Hold Conscience, Hong Analysys came up with a more powerful Rakshasa than Yecha Wang Wang!

Only slightly in harmony with mind, mouth and nose to smell the rich among the Xuexing Qi, and then around a carnage emerged, there has been a full head of red hair, the Rakshasa demon, pedal a large sea of ​​blood.

This Rakshasa demon see Hung Yi, Meng will leap out, but the flutter when the body of a tight, around the fire burned to do his squeaky sound.

Mating of the devil has always been the idea of ​​the of the flood prone, the emergence of priests is also naturally flame burn it.

Between burned to this Rakshasa demon suddenly roar, the whole body Xueguang Dasheng, a blood-like waves suddenly emerged from the void, suddenly the whole play around the fire out.

Meanwhile, the Rakshasa demon roar again soon, violent sprang to the priests.

"Ah!" This priest scream, flame totally disappeared, Hung Yi only see the hands that respect Rakshasa demon flash of bloody serrated knife wheel, put the priests split in half.

The souls of priests struggling distorted, but the Rakshasa demon under repeated attack hack, and ultimately dissipate gradually.

The statue Rakshasa demon wits about playing time when the priest, his back giggling and suddenly turned around, two strange blood-red eyes, look to the flood prone.

"Oh!"

Hung Yi know, the devil is powerful Rakshasa demons, unable to control himself, and now to kill the priest, to come to their own trouble.

Sure enough, the Rakshasa demon of a rushed, the hands of a large cutter wheel Kanxiang Hung Yi.

Hung Yi quickly to reverse the perverted, very quickly back into the house, awakened only go up, perverted with sustenance, and his own demons to end a fight, or die do not know how to die.

Yard not far away, every now and then Hong easy to look into the room, he saw his own bed, body, soul immediately dig into homing.

At the same time, that also respect the Rakshasa king's now in, deep into the minds of flood prone.

Awakened a spirit-return, Hung Yi has a lot to feel comfortable, but also a lot of power, suddenly jumped, on the vanity, the embodiment of Buddha Amitabha, let Rakshasa king of fierce, biting and stays on.

Do not know how long the fighting, thousands of rounds, Hung Yi finally calm their own perverted, the idea of ​​a turn, a large gold-sheng, the Rakshasa king of the depths of repression in the idea, disappear.

"This is the vicious killer read too strong."

Hung Yi under the eyes open, but only to feel so very tired.

Rakshasa king on behalf of their bloodthirsty evil heart, if he is evil defeated, it will become a completely inhuman murderous bloodthirsty villain.

"Yes, the priests of the wits, that port what Baoyan rune sword out, and I must go and see."

Hung Yi barely struggled up, just want to go out, but thought he was not perverted, but the flesh, staring at the outside and four maidservants.

"Purple, you get up, give me to horses."

Hung Yi cried a few times, out of the four maidservants, have not said anything, seems to be asleep.

Hung Yi secretly smile and marched out, with no one behind him to.

Trot that slipped just inside the courtyard lined, Hung Yi really see the ground a little edged dagger, Rune dense purple.

Hung Yi deft close up.

Walked beside the perimeter wall, with the dagger, plucked out of a brick, Hung Yi doubled, to out of the wall, quietly went to the street corner to see the priest's body.

The Taoist spirit-hatched dead, the body is completely idiotic, and only breathing, heartbeat, there is no sanity, motionless, plants in general.

This people, also called left wits.

Hung Yi touched upon in the Taoist priest, found him and brought nothing to a pocketbook, which several small gold pancake.

"Huh? What is this?"

Hung Yi Then, they found a small wooden box, wooden box to open it, which is a long needle with a long finger, like acupuncture, like lilies, but it was not gold or silver needles, but Tongshen with blood lines, into the hands of heavy, heavier than normal steel doubled.

"This is the blood pattern steel needle?"

Hung Yi surprised.