The Reborn Lao Tzu Is the Emperor

Chapter 693
"Om..."

There is an invisible breath rippling, like the ripples of a stone thrown into a lake.

In an instant, the sky and the earth seemed to change color.

All the trees in the forest shook violently.

A lion's roar shook the world.

The roar came from the Buddha statue, causing countless trees in the forest to snap off in an instant.

The rippling sound waves instantly destroyed the sword energy that seemed to contain the power of infinite stars.

Sand and rocks flew on the official road, and the sound waves scraped away an inch of ground.

"what……"

Although Wu Amiao and Yunjing walked very far, they both showed extreme pain at this moment, and quickly covered their ears, closed their eyes and used their internal strength to resist.

Even Jun Tianfang and Long Yu were filled with internal qi, enveloping themselves.

The roar of the Buddhist lion made both of them pale slightly.

It is even more conceivable what kind of power the Lord of the Palace of Breaking the Army, who is the first among them, bears.

At the moment when the sword energy was destroyed, his mind was drawn, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with blood.

A roar shook the world.

But even after the roar destroyed the sword energy capable of opening mountains, the momentum still persisted.

Palace Master Pojun was pushed back more than ten meters abruptly, his feet drew deep marks on the ground, and there were bloodstains hidden.

The sand and rocks swept by the roar slapped him, making his green robe instantly tattered like hemp.

The disheveled-haired Palace Master Pojun was no longer indifferent.

At this moment, there was only unbelievable horror in his eyes.

He originally thought that after he used the secret technique, he might be able to bridge the gap between him and Wude monk.But he never expected that the sword move was still broken so easily.

Yinhong's face gradually turned pale.

His chest was completely wet with blood.

"The Buddhist lion roars..."

Suddenly, Palace Master Pojun muttered to himself, "What a Buddhist lion's roar, what an extreme..."

Then he raised his head suddenly, staring at Wude with extremely vicious eyes, "Why didn't you kill me?"

Above the woods, Jun Tianfang and Long Yu looked at each other, and Long Yu's eyes were filled with astonishment.

This is also the first time he has seen extreme power.

The murderous intent in Jun Tianfang's eyes appeared and disappeared, but finally disappeared, and said: "Are you still going?"

He heard from Kong Dangzi in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion that Long Yu was originally a member of the Yanyu Camp.Kongshangzi and Wude obviously have a deep old relationship with him, so they don't intend to force their desire to stay.

Taki Yu didn't make a sound, but his eyes were deep and firm.

"Amitabha."

On the official road, Wude proclaimed the Buddha's name, saying: "The old monk has put down his butcher knife, and he will no longer kill people in this life."

"No more killing?"

Palace Master Pojun was in a panic and laughed like crazy, "What a ruthless monk, isn't it crueler to kill me if you break my sword heart?"

No wonder his eyes were full of viciousness, it turned out that Wude had broken Jianxin with the lion's roar just now.

The master of Pojun Palace's kendo has always been obsessed with breaking all spells with the sword, but this time he was defeated so easily by Wude Monk.Not to mention whether the cultivation base will drop, but in the future, I am afraid that it will be difficult to see the extreme state again.

For a pseudo-extreme realm like him, this feeling is really more uncomfortable than death.Unless he can break and stand again like Hong Wutian.

But how many people are there in the whole world like Hong Wutian?
The vast majority of people are gradually depressed in setbacks, and those who can swim against the current are only rare.

The monk Wude just proclaimed the Buddha's name again, "Amitabha..."

Palace Master Pojun's eyes became more and more vicious, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

But he is a hero after all, knowing that it is useless to talk more at this time, he didn't look at Longyu, turned around and left.

As for Jun Tianfang, he probably didn't pay much attention to him.

Although his sword heart was frustrated, his strength was still there at this time.With Jun Tianfang's ability, he is still not his opponent.

The Pojun palace master gradually walked away, his figure was faintly hunched, and he was no longer as straight as before.

Jian Xin was broken, not to mention whether he has the great perseverance and perseverance to stand up after being broken, but in a short period of time, I am afraid that it is difficult to escape the fruit of the fall of the realm.

Takiyu was still standing on the forest, looking at Monk Wude.

Wude also turned his head and said, "Dragon Scale..."

Takiyu frowned faintly, "I'm Takiyu."

The Wugai monk didn't care about it, but continued: "The imperial court did something wrong to you and made you lose your love, but if you persist in hatred, you will inevitably make mistakes in the end."

"Why are you afraid of death!"

Taki Yu sneered, "You don't understand this kind of suffering. She is dead, and for more than ten years, I have always been worse off than dead."

"Amitabha……"

Monk Wude bowed his head and said nothing more.

He knew the temperament of his former disciple, so he knew it well, and it would be fruitless to persuade him any further.

Good luck tricks people.

Longyu glanced at Wude and Jun Tianfang, "If you don't kill me today, I won't accept it. In the future, you will still fight against Song Dynasty."

Monk Wude didn't respond.

Jun Tianfang frowned faintly, his aura moved faintly, and he showed signs of making a move again.

But he still didn't make a move in the end, and only said: "If we meet on the battlefield, Jun will definitely take your life."

Takiyu was noncommittal, took his sword and walked away in the forest.

Wu Amiao watched her master leave, patted her butt obscenely, laughed twice, and ran away.

There were two faint gurgling sounds.

It was he who farted twice.

Jun Tianfang drifted back to the official road, and said to Wude: "Thank you so much, Mr. Jun."

Monk Wude also saluted, and said: "Thank you Sword Immortal for Wude. Longlin, he is our brother after all."

After that, he turned around and walked towards the way he came.

At the end of the official road, the clever girl and the old turtle are looming.

Jun Tianfang and Yunjing continued eastward.

Only scars were left in place.

Before Jun Tianfang and Wude whispered, in fact, they asked Wude to help.He knew that someone was watching him.

Otherwise, Wude would not rush over.

What he didn't expect was that it was Palace Master Pojun and Long Yu who made the move in Shuzhong.

This made Jun Tian feel a little lucky.

If it wasn't for Wu De being here, he definitely wouldn't be the opponent of the two.Just being the Palace Master of the Pojun already has the power to overwhelm him.

But looking at it now, Palace Master Pojun probably has no intention of attacking him anymore.

Yun Jing walked beside Jun Tianfang, and asked softly, "Master, do you know that Palace Master Po Jun and Long Yu will come to trouble us?"

Jun Tianfang said: "Not long after we entered Shu, people have been watching us."

Yunjing frowned slightly, and asked again: "Senior Sword God said that the fortune teller calculated that there will be a dragon in Shu, is it true or not?"

"It should be true."

Jun Tianfang replied: "As a sword god, it is impossible to deceive the living Buddha with such lies."

Yunjing frowned even deeper, "Then this real dragon will become the emperor's enemy in the future, right?"

Then Rao couldn't help complaining a few words because of her temperament, "Senior Sword God is obviously from the Yanyu Camp, but he still insists on watching in the hidden sword pavilion. It's a bit heartless. The emperor has divided the land and reformed it in just a few years. It has already made the Song Dynasty appear prosperous, and I don't believe that the real dragon in the middle of Shu has such ability."

"Who knows?"

Jun Tianfang said: "The real dragon in Sichuan hasn't emerged yet, and it is already more prosperous than Emperor Song. If the real dragon emerges, maybe there will be a prosperous age."

Yunjing was slightly surprised, "Master, what do you mean... If you are a senior sword god, you will also be like a sword god?"

Jun Tianfang pondered for a long while, and said softly: "In the Xiangyang battle, the Song court really made everyone in Yanyu Hall too sad. If I were me, I would probably really choose like the sword god. It is better to fight for the king than to fight for the king. We fight against the people. Our vision is not as good as Senior Sword God, and our minds are far behind... But Zhang Jue and I are brothers and sisters, but we don't bother to care about these things. The general trend of the world is beyond the control of us warriors."

Yunjing sighed softly, "It would be great if Senior Sword God is willing to help the emperor, he is in the extreme state..."

Jun Tianfang smiled lightly, "Don't worry, when the real dragon in Sichuan comes into the world, the sword god will naturally have his choice. Undoubtedly, he will return to Song Dynasty at that time."

As he said that, he glanced at the green hills in the distance, and sighed softly, "It is indeed time for democracy to appear in this barren country..."

The two walked farther and farther along the official road.

On the west side, Wude and Lewu, who run counter to Jun Tianfang and Yunjing, are also talking.

Le Wu asked: "Master didn't kill those people?"

She also saw Palace Mistress Po Jun, Long Yu, and Wu Amiao leaving from a distance.

Monk Wude said: "They have all escaped into Buddhism, and they will no longer kill people."

Le Wu pouted slightly and said: "Killing bad guys is equivalent to saving good people, and it is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

Monk Wude tilted his head and patted Le Wu's head, "Then Palace Master Pojun and Long Yu are bad guys?"

Yue Wu opened her mouth, but couldn't answer, feeling a little aggrieved.

Wude said again: "The Master of the Pojun Palace has lived in the Academy for decades, and has never had blood on his hands, and Longyu has never harmed others. It's just that each of them is the master..."

Le Wu bowed his head, as if realizing something.

it is good?
Bad?
It seems that there is no clear boundary, and they are all subjective judgments based on people's hearts.

For example, Zhao Dongting, in the hearts of the common people, he is a good man, but in the hearts of the nobles who were beheaded by him, as well as the Mongols, would he be a good man?

(End of this chapter)