Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 366 Returning to the Source of Dreams

Denture soreness is sour right side.

Abbot Guoqing tilted his head slightly to the right because of toothache. A saber light had been turned from his hand, stuck to his back, and slid to his left shoulder.

At this time, Wuxiang Dharma King's hand was pressing on Abbot Guoqing's left shoulder, but he felt a coldness in his palm.

The saber light seeped through the gap between Wuxiang Dharma King's palm and Abbot Guoqing's shoulder, blocking Wuxiang Dharma King's hand.

Under the shroud of formless true qi, it is dense and soft, able to perceive the smallest details of all dust particles, to take all measures, and to anticipate the enemy's opportunity first.

But this soft and tough steel knife can actually be the first to attack and penetrate in the face of Wuxiang Zhenqi, which is simply unimaginable.

Except for this knife, it didn't exist in the form of a physical entity at all just now.

"Using the mind to get the spirit, the knife cares about the mind?"

The Formless Dharma King snorted lightly, and snorted coldly, "So you're a bald donkey, and you're a literate fellow!"

Abbot Guoqing was getting old. Not only did he lose all his teeth, he had new dentures, and he also had some age spots on his face. He usually trembled a little when he walked and talked, but he was extremely dexterous at this time.

With a slight turn of his body, countless condensed and undissipated blade lights, like thin threads emitting faint light, were perfectly combined into large and small patterns, and many arhat patterns were connected into one piece, pressing towards the Formless Dharma King.

These patterns outlined by shimmering lines are indeed beautiful, but they are also extremely dangerous.

If any living creature is swept by this pattern, it will be cut into small pieces by the saber energy immediately, from the level of flesh and blood to the level of three souls and seven souls, all cut into small pieces.

And because the light of the knife is so exquisite and sharp, the severed limbs will not be separated, and the whole body will still be intact, but the surface of the body looks like a bloody arhat pattern.

There are probably no more than ten people who can achieve this kind of attainment in sword skills in the world.

But Abbot Guoqing practiced martial arts very late.

Before the age of 50, he was a rich man who made toy dolls. All the dolls he made were traditional elements. Among the children of that generation, they were very popular, even popular with some young people.

But later, the economy became more and more prosperous, and the whole world gradually recovered from the chaos decades ago and began to recover. The toy doll market also had more competitors.

The sales of their own products began to decline continuously. At that time, Abbot Guoqing, who had no dharma title, did not feel too much unwillingness or reluctance in business. Instead, he was willing to let go and live more comfortably. That is, at that time, Someone came to the door and asked him to make a set of Arhat dolls by himself.

When the five hundred arhat figures were completed with the company of that person, Abbot Guoqing's dream-returning mentality had unknowingly cultivated to the upper level.

In terms of realm alone, he was even better than the person who taught him the mind, so he was invited into Xiaolin Temple and became the abbot of this generation.

Huimeng Xinfa is such a strange set of martial arts. From the perspective of martial arts practitioners, it can be practiced as a set of internal skills, step by step to lay a solid foundation, develop meridians, and gradually improve.

But there are also some people who don't know that this is a set of martial arts. They just use it as a way to regulate their mood and a theory to guide their lives, but they can also comprehend to the upper wonderland.

However, the latter's cultivation method is often meritorious but ineffective. Just by improving the realm, the skill and combat power cannot keep up. With an ordinary physique, he has become a first-class master in the world.

In the eyes of others, the latter method of cultivation is called "Wen Lian".

Demon envoys have always hated "Wen Lian" masters the most.

After all, getting something for nothing has always been evaluated as a less positive thing.

The envoys of the Demon Realm have the reputation of evil and heretics, and they have never encountered such a good thing as "getting something for nothing".It sounds like a good thing that Jueyu Demonic Qi chose them and let them have a second life, but in fact, it was paid for by their hard work, and Judgment Demonic Qi is not under their control from the root.

All other harvests have to be burned, killed, looted and fought over by themselves.

On the other hand, those so-called Righteous Ways that oppose them, in every generation, there are always a few people who say that they have enough mentality, and suddenly they can get a big deal in Xiaolin Temple and get a tyrannical skill.

How can the envoys of the Demon Realm not be jealous?

But today, in addition to being disgusted, the Formless Dharma King felt more eager.

"The Huimeng relic was probably lost in the great war that year. After it was lost, there were still masters of Wenlian in Xiaolin Temple, which shows that their skill of getting something for nothing has little to do with the Huimeng relic. '

'If this secret is in my hands, it may also be of great benefit to me. '

When such thoughts were spinning in his mind, the Formless Dharma King had already made a move and shattered that saber move.

The way he smashed the knife was very relaxed and freehand. His fingertips touched the corner of the knife aura pattern vaguely, then he turned his wrist and shook his hand, shaking in a circle.

The shimmering lines formed by the condensed saber energy, like real silk threads, were stuck together by the formless true energy of his fingertips, pulled and deformed.

First, the arhat at the farthest corner changed its appearance, and then the entire pattern was pulled, and many arhats turned into crooked melons, extremely asymmetrical ghosts and gods, and lost their shapes completely in an instant.

All the rays of saber energy were stirred into a chaotic vortex by the shaking of the Wuxiang Dharma King's wrist.

Those saber qi were clearly the manifestation of the purest saber intent of Abbot Guoqing, but they were completely out of Abbot Guoqing's control when they were pulled by the Wuxiang Dharma King.

Even if he wanted to dissipate the saber energy, it was impossible. He could only watch those glowing lines, first spinning like a vortex, and then protruding outward, like a drill bit, counterattacking quickly.

Abbot Guoqing hurriedly swung his saber to block it, but he felt that all the aura of the saber hit the drill and was knocked away.

Phaseless magical art, mysterious to pure, hard and soft, ever-changing, when I made a move in the Yin-Yang world that day, firstly, I was repelled by the Yin-Yang polar demons, secondly, I had to take the environment into consideration, so as not to damage the structure of the Yin-Yang world, and thirdly, It was also absolutely unexpected that Guan Luoyang's punches were so violent and overwhelming.

In a hurry, the many mysteries of the Wuxiang Divine Art did not have time to display them.

Faced with Abbot Guoqing today, it was a good way for the Formless Dharma King to express his depression that day.

He pointed like a sword and stabbed forward again, the swirling true energy suddenly accelerated.

The drill bit is getting bigger and bigger, more and more violent, rushing forward, the nearby incense burners and floor tiles are all swept up into the air and smashed into pieces.

"Oh, you're bullying my presbyopia!"

Abbot Guoqing was forced to retreat again and again, screaming, and was about to retreat to the front of the Patriarch Cave.

But at the entrance of the Patriarch's Cave, he suddenly stabilized his feet, and the light of the saber suddenly opened and closed, stretching across ten directions, and picking and rubbing at small places, meticulously, keeping it watertight. Layer after layer was chipped away.

I don't know how much dense zhenqi was cut open by his saber intent, and collapsed into the atmosphere.

The clouds of true energy steamed high into the sky in an extremely loud manner, as if a big fire had broken out here, and the translucent smoke and flames poured into the sky extremely violently.

The sky above the entire Great Dream Valley is filled with these scattered true qi, glowing with the luster of transparent crystals, undulating and undulating.

But the drill that Abbot Guoqing had to face was getting bigger and bigger.

Every time a part of the phaseless zhenqi dissipates, the drill bit increases sharply. It seems that these dissipated zhenqi pour into the natural environment, arousing the original five-element vitality in nature and filling it here.

The perfect balance of going back and forth is maintained by the non-phase magic, which leads to the circulation of vitality in the drill bit, which becomes more and more complicated and unfathomably destructive.

Seeing that Abbot Guoqing was finally about to lose his hold, a thick golden mist gushed out from the Patriarch Cave, whistling, supported Abbot Guoqing's figure, and blew past both sides of his body.

boom! ! ! !

The golden mist split into two streams, condensed into two huge fists, pure and bright, like a smooth polished diamond.

When the two fists hit the middle, the huge drill bit was caught in the middle and smashed to pieces on the spot.

"Hong Rixin, you are finally willing to make a move."

The Formless Dharma King shouted, "Let me see what's wrong with you, how much power do you have left?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, those two huge pale golden fists were already attacking here.

The left fist opened suddenly, the five fingers were shining brightly, and the golden light was shining brightly, and the slap was like a mountain pressing down on the top.

Wuxiang Dharma King raised his hand to block it, to fight head-on with head-to-head. He only felt that the fist condensed in the air was so powerful that it was hard to say, and it was still a strength that could only be displayed by a master of the same level as himself.

However, compared with Hong Rixin back then, there are still obvious differences, not only because of the difference in the strength of skills, but also because of some deeper things.

However, at this moment, another golden fist, the size of an ordinary person's palm, suddenly came to Wuxiang Dharma King's crotch like a golden claw that was severed at the wrist, and ruthlessly struck out.

slap!

The air was pinched and exploded, and the formless true energy of that part of the body was torn open a gap.

The Faceless Dharma King's expression sank.

"You, it's not Hong Rixin!"

He slowly spit out these words, his eyes sparkled, "You don't know, I have already cultivated a body that is neither male nor female. When I fought with Hong Rixin, I didn't This is critical, the old beggar should know this!"

In the depths of the Patriarch Cave, a golden skeleton sits cross-legged with its back against the cliff.

Two young monks in gray clothes who looked to be only four or five years old were standing in the open space in front of the skeleton.

One of them, wearing sunglasses, a chubby little monk blurted out: "Damn, he doesn't have a penis, Xiaolong, now my tricks are useless, what should I do?"

"It doesn't matter, I was the one fighting."

The other young monk in gray was full of determination, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead. He also sat cross-legged, clasped his palms, and stared at the golden skull opposite him.

Outside the Patriarch's Cave, there was a loud laugh from King Wuxiang, the whole cave, no, the whole mountain shook, and the dust on the cliff wall fell down.

"Who is impersonating that old beggar, who can still use his skills, dare not come out and show me?"

Phaseless sound waves, overlapping and echoing endlessly.

The little monk with sunglasses had already covered his ears.

Xiaolong endured it for a while, then suddenly jumped up and started a set of crisp punches.

In the golden skull, the vast sea of ​​skills responds to his childlike dream-returning mentality, and launches a more violent attack on the phaseless dharma king outside the patriarch's cave.

Outside the cave, those two big vajra hands were flying up and down, their fists, palms and claws were constantly changing.

More importantly, the size of these two vajra hands is also constantly changing, suddenly they are as big as a mountain, towering over them, and suddenly they are as small as a baby's hands.

Xiaolong's boxing techniques never had so many profound changes, but he was childlike and focused, impartial, so after the induction of the dream-returning mentality and the golden skull, he was able to mobilize all the moves and moods used inside the golden skull.

It's like a drop of pure water falling from the clouds, which can be seen through at first glance, but in the process of falling, it has been contaminated with countless fireworks, reflecting thousands of scenes in the world, and becoming infinitely mysterious.

If any other person is replaced, because his own cultivation has been biased and he is too mature, he can only stimulate a small part of the artistic conception inside the golden skull.

All of a sudden, Wuxiang Dharma King was actually blocked outside the Patriarch Cave, and Abbot Guoqing assisted him with a knife, which made him fall into an inextricable entanglement for the time being.

At this time, the battles in other parts of the Great Dream Valley also became more intense.

The red-clothed maid and Jiuju have already attacked one after another, cooperating with the strength of everyone in the Yin-Yang world to fight against the master of Xiaolin Temple.

'Can not be done. '

Abbot Guoqing was worried, "The golden body of the patriarch cannot be used for too long, otherwise..."

………………

"Otherwise, it will be self-defeating, and disaster is imminent!!!"

In the cloud that was flying to Kunlun Mountain at a high speed, Hong Dong couldn't care less, and revealed all the secrets.

It turned out that after the chaos decades ago, Hong Rixin was so injured that he had to reincarnate, but when he returned to Mengsheli, he disappeared again.

Finally, as a last resort, Hong Rixin and Gui Wangda tried their best to open the Patriarch Cave and invite several real bodies of the Patriarch.

Most of the patriarchs of Huimeng Xinfa lineage, excluding those who have no bones left, are reincarnated after death, and their gong body will naturally dissipate. Some people will find ways to infuse their gong power into Huimeng relics if they have enough time.

But there are also a few "Wen Lian" patriarchs, after the reincarnation of the mind, the skill stagnates in the body, making the body turn into a strange state that looks like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood.

Hong Rixin and Ghost King Da used those corpses to condense a skeleton golden body.

The descendants of the next generation can borrow the golden body of the skeleton to exude the aura as if Hong Rixin is still there, and occasionally annihilate and deter some demons and evil sects who sneaked into Kunlun.

But the problem is, because the power possessed by the golden skeleton body has greatly exceeded the borrower's own realm, so once the power of the golden skeleton body is stimulated too much, it may not be able to maintain the purity of the Buddhist true energy, and gradually Degenerate towards the true colors of those skills.

Even, get in touch with the real source of those skills.

Bai Tong wondered: "The real source, the power of Huimeng Xinfa, didn't you practice it yourself?"

"Returning to the dream mentality, which places great emphasis on the state of mind and not on gravity, the reason why you can get the skill that matches it is because..."

Just as Hong Dong said this, he suddenly cut off.

It's not the feeling of being interrupted in the middle of a sentence, but all the voices and noises are cut off instantly.

All the rapidly disappearing scenery of mountains and rivers below also stopped for a moment.

It seems that when the time flowed here, someone cut off the water with a knife, cutting off for an instant.

All the high-speed moving human bodies in the cloud seemed to lose their inertia suddenly at this moment, and suddenly became static and dull from flying at extreme speed.

On a mountain in front of him, Zhao Wuji, dressed in white like snow, stood quietly holding a knife.

It was he who made the cut just now, with a smile on his face, and with a flip of his wrist, it was the second cut.

Hong Dong suddenly felt a sense of dread, he had an inexplicable feeling that Zhao Wou-ki might also know that big secret.

Know the source of the skill of returning to the dream.

In the ancestor cave.

In the depths of the sea-like skill of the golden body of the skeleton is a group of supreme Buddha light.

In the Buddha's light, a face gradually emerged, with a triangle on the forehead, and a purple magic light in the eyes, slowly opening a line.

——The ruler of the Demon Realm.

(End of this chapter)