Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 1248 Nezha, collapsed!

Sanzang Buddha breathed a sigh of relief, the Buddha's light dissipated from his body, and he stretched out his hand to take back the glass beads.

Suddenly, a tearing pain came, his complexion changed slightly, he looked down, and saw the monk's robe torn on the golden body's faded belly, and a deep and long knife edge suddenly appeared, all internal organs were shattered, and the knife The air twisted and raged, and golden Buddha blood flowed out.

Sanzang's pupils shrank, but he didn't expect this magic knife to be so overbearing. The blade had already cut him before it was unsheathed. If he hadn't had the Arhat's golden body protection, he would have died under the knife at this moment, turning into a wisp Revenant.

At that moment, he took a deep breath to get rid of distracting thoughts, put the magic knife aside, sat down cross-legged again, and silently exercised his kung fu to heal his wounds and expel the energy of refining the knife.

At this time, the magic knife has changed its appearance. Although the entire blade and scabbard are still simple and black, the body of the blade is densely covered with Buddhist scriptures and seal characters as thin as tadpoles. The golden light flows on it, exuding a vast and peaceful atmosphere. , the sound of the knife whistling, like the Sanskrit sound in the sky.

However, the Sanzang Buddhists used the Buddhist scriptures, the Diamond Sutra, and the two supreme scriptures of Buddhism to forcefully brand them with the Great Purdue Glazed Buddha Light, temporarily sealing the monstrous murderous aura inside the sword.

It's just that this seal is not stable and needs to be maintained from time to time. Once this knife kills and drinks blood, the power of the Buddhist scripture seal will be greatly weakened.

With the increase in killings, the momentum of the magic knife is getting stronger and stronger, and it is only a matter of time before the seal is broken, and there is a possibility of backlash at any time.

At that time, if you want to suppress it, it will become more difficult.

After a long time, Sanzang Buddha finally expelled and refined the heterogeneous saber energy in his body. Immediately, his body shook, his blood was like cicadas, and there was a majestic and rich life essence roaring in his body. The wound recovered in an instant, and even the crushed organs in the body were coagulated and rebuilt.

There was no sign of injury at all.

After a while, Sanzang Buddha opened his eyes again, a trace of tiredness appeared on his indifferent and calm face, and he looked at the magic knife not far away, a little horrified and inexplicable.

This magic knife is more domineering than he expected. The knife energy that invaded his body seems to be a mess, but in fact, strands of it are as thin as gossamer and tough as a chain. Once it enters the body, it disperses and wanders away All the veins in the body are constantly devouring the blood and growing, like maggots on the tarsus, it is difficult to eliminate the refining.

As long as there is a trace of saber energy remaining and lurking in his body, it will bring endless disasters in the future.

It was precisely because he had exhausted his mind and mind to peel off the cocoons bit by bit, to remove and refine the saber energy in his body, that's why he looked so tired and overwhelmed.

Sanzang Buddha shook his head. When he saw this magic knife before, he thought it was another adventure, but he didn't expect it to be a hot potato, tasteless to eat, and a pity to throw away.

Although this saber is powerful, it can't be used by him at all, keeping it by his side will only bring endless disasters, it seems that he still has to find a way to send this saber out quickly.

It's just that good steel needs to be used on the blade. Of course, such a powerful magic weapon cannot be given away for nothing.

At this time, a gust of cold wind came, and the clouds and mists thinned away. Through the drizzle, Sanzang Buddha seemed to see beyond the mountain. Running towards here.

One man and one horse suddenly jumped up in the air, the man was like a tiger, the horse was like a dragon, and they fell directly into a river tens of feet wide. Disappeared and rushed into the thick fog.

Under the dense fog, it was misty and his vision was blurred, but the young man had no scruples. He rode his horse on the avenue, walking swiftly like a tiger, and continued to go deeper into the depths of the dense fog without any loss of speed.

Amidst the shouts, the cavalry of the army followed closely behind, but no one was left behind and lost their way.

"Amitabha, the master of the sword, has come!"

Sanzang Buddha flashed a bright light in his eyes, and with a smile on his face, he turned and went down the mountain.

The sky is blue and the moon is winding.

On the cliff, the broken stele was broken, the ground was cracked, and there was no life left. However, apart from people leaving, what disappeared with them was the dark magic knife hidden in the ancient stele!

Fangcun Mountain, Xuantianzong.

1 minute, 5 minutes, quarter of an hour, half an hour, three hours, five hours.
From dark to moonset, the monstrous sword river seemed to stretch through the ages, boundless and boundless. Under the scouring and slaughter of the sword river, Nezha's bones and flesh were turned into powder time and time again, and he was resurrected tenaciously again and again. In an hour, he no longer knew how many times he had died.

From the initial screaming and screaming, scolding Duanchou and roaring to the world, then to the wailing of fear and pleading, and finally to the boundless torment, crying blood and screaming on the verge of despair.

Nezha, it has collapsed!

This can be seen from his dim eyes. His whole body has fallen into despair and numbness. No one knows how terrifying this divine sword piercing his body is.

This is not only a physical death penalty, but also a mental pain. Every time the sword passes through, it can re-condense the dissipated three souls and seven souls from his fairy body.

One sword pierces the heart, one sword kills the soul, repeating itself constantly!

If it weren't for his strong cultivation base and the supreme treasure such as the virtuous golden lotus, he would be transformed into a lotus incarnation to protect his body, immortal and immortal.

If it were an ordinary immortal, they would have been destroyed in this boundless death penalty long ago, falling and dying.

Of course, Nezha, who is already worse than death, would rather die than continue to suffer torture like Jianhe Guanti.

Everyone in Duanchou watched from below, even though four or five hours had passed, his scalp was still numb and his body was cold. During this period, the disciples couldn't help pleading for Nezha, hoping that Duanchou could be forgiven lightly.

However, they don't know that Duanchou can't control this kind of power that can control the immortal, at least not now.

So in the face of pleading, he just remained indifferent, with a hard-hearted look, and didn't explain anything.

From the point of view of the little fox and Gong Qingchen, they respected and feared this, once again felt the majesty of the suzerain, and they were fierce in killing.

It is precisely because of this that whenever the sect encounters a crisis in the future, these elders will always stand unswervingly on Duanchou's side and defend the sect to the death.

In addition to his loyalty to Duanchou and his sense of belonging to Xuantianzong, there is probably no fear at work today.

Provoking Duanchou, even the immortals can't survive or die. If they betrayed, how will Duanchou deal with them in the future?

The answer is shuddering to think about.

(End of this chapter)