Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 165 The head of the sword bearer, the sword spirit Kamikawa, the inverted sky
After Elder Bai's explanation, Zhao Huai finally understood.

You must know that there are 36 palaces in the Tianmo Palace, but not every sub-house has a palace master. As long as there is a palace master sitting in the sub-house, it is absolutely unshakable, because every palace master is a great power in the world, with a cultivation base Bottomless.

And the four giants of the Heavenly Demon are all the masters of the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Qingming Palace, Cold Night Demon.

Xueyuan Palace, Xuerentu.

Tianba Palace, Shi Zun.

Baihua Palace, the Queen of Flowers.

Four figures appeared in the sky, and a Xuerentu who was wrapped in a dark blood mist and wore a mask of human bones spoke first: "It's not too late, just right, the Master of Longevity is still more difficult than imagined, and I am still here!" I thought Prince Dayan was in another mountain gate, but I didn't expect to be in your Wuji Immortal Sect."

"Who isn't, those stinky monks in Xiaolingyin Temple, all of them don't get in, they can't teach me how to use this skill, it's really boring~"

The Queen of Flowers is a beautiful woman with a delicate appearance, wearing a long crimson dress with snowy shoulders and a backless back. She narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly and smiled, showing a variety of charms.

"Hehe, I can't let me go to Linglong Immortal Palace next time. These women's tempers are too violent, and I can't bear it." Han Yemo is a dwarf old man. He shook his head and smiled slightly.

Among the four giants, only Shi Zun, who was tall and mighty, was indifferent and silent.

This time the demon sect invaded Lingshan, not only the Yujing gate, but demons from other mountain gates also led people there, in order to find Zhao Huai's whereabouts.

Among the crowd of thousands of monks in the magic boat, a beautiful man with a feminine appearance stared at the scene in front of him, his eyes flickering, cloudy or sunny.

He is the ghost old devil who was reborn after seizing the body. The body he seized was very young and well hidden.

It's just that he found Zhao Huai with the magic weapon of the Demon Sect, and witnessed the process of the opponent becoming stronger and astonishing everyone.

Seeing this, Old Demon Nether felt a faint worry in his heart.

How long has it been, maybe only a year, this son has already condensed the rank eight golden core, if he is kept, it may cause disaster in the future.

Zhao Huai looked at the four demon heads that appeared, and when he heard the name of the cold night demon, he couldn't help but take another look.

Nanyu Mansion was once invaded by a demon cultivator, and the person who rescued that demon cultivator was the Cold Night Demon, but at that time the Promise Master had not yet fallen, and the Demon Sect was afraid and did not dare to act rashly.

On the magic boat.

With a cold face, Situ Huan looked at the four giants of the Tianmo Palace, and said calmly: "Follow the order of the demon lord, take down Prince Dayan quickly, and ignore the other gates."

"The devil doesn't need to say much, the old man naturally understands this truth."

The blood man Tu smiled lightly, the red skull covered his face, but it was not difficult to hear from his hoarse voice and self-proclaimed that he was already very old.

"Everyone, let's do it, let's meet this old guy who has been sitting for a hundred years."

Xue Rentu suppressed his smile and said seriously.

After finishing speaking, the four of them acted at the same time, without ambiguity, the visions of ghost country, blood sea, magic mountain, and flower bone four primordial spirits covered the sky and blocked the sun, and they came to suppress in the direction of Zhao Huai.

On the distant Yinbai Lingtan, a dilapidated wooden boat, the old fisherman smiled lightly on the boat, and slightly lifted the hand holding the fishing rod.

An extremely long fishing rod thread spanned the space and extended to the top of Wuji Xianfeng.

The gangster howls, and travels thousands of miles in an instant.

In the next second, an endless sea of ​​stars appeared in the sky, shining brightly, and there was a faint boat spinning in the sea of ​​stars. It was unknown whether the boat was pulling the sea of ​​stars, or the sea of ​​stars was shaking the boat.

The monks looked up at the scene in front of them, feeling extremely strange.

On one side are four different shapes of primordial spirit barriers, and on the other side is a beautiful and bright galaxy.

It seems to be in front of your eyes, and it seems to be in the starry sky, like a dream.

This is the confrontation above the God of Transformation. Every gesture can change the world.

Rather than saying it is a phantom, it is better to say that this is the projection shaped by the inner world and the sea of ​​​​qi of you all.

The world of Qi Moyun is not just talk.

Immortals have boundless mana, jade cups fill the sea, and a leaf forms a boundary. Asking about longevity, one word can become a prophecy, all of which are classics.

At this time, a part actually appeared in front of Zhao Huai's eyes.

"In order to resist the alliance of the four devils, Headmaster Hai actually fused his own good corpse, which can be said to be a great loss of morality." Seeing this scene, Elder Bai couldn't help sighing.

"Good corpse?"

When Zhao Huai heard this explanation, he couldn't help muttering, not knowing what it was.

When Yu Qinghan heard this term, he asked curiously, "Is it the cold corpse of the Three Corpses?"

"Exactly."

Elder Bai nodded and explained:
"You don't know that Hai Zhangjiao was also a well-known figure in the world before he became the guardian of Lingtan for hundreds of years. The name Hai Shengming is very famous. He has studied many supernatural powers and spells, the most famous of which is The three corpses practiced Dao."

"The practice of the three corpses comes from the Taoist practice of cutting the three corpses, but it is different. As long as you can cultivate successfully, you can have three bodies, and their strengths are different. You can practice independently. The speed of cultivation is more than three times that of normal monks. .”

It was the first time Zhao Huai heard that there was such a miraculous skill and supernatural power, and he asked in surprise: "The good corpse that the elder just mentioned is one of the three corpses?"

Elder Bai agreed: "That's right, the three corpses are divided into good corpses, primordial corpses, and demon corpses. Primordial corpses are the body of monks with the strongest strength. After practicing the three corpses, it means that they have three lives and can perform three exercises. Self-explosion is extremely threatening, and the combined attack of the three is powerful, and they can do the following."

Yu Qinghan was silent for a moment, then thoughtfully asked: "Could it be that the Haizhangjiao I saw before Lingtan was a good corpse? It's just one of the three corpses. If that's the case, where did the other two go?"

Elder Bai said with deep eyes: "500 years ago, he guarded his own corpse and demon corpse in the depths of the Lingtan, which is the entrance to the False South Sea, and the weakest good corpse guarded the shore, fishing for spiritual things. .”

Zhao Huai was suddenly surprised and said, "It's just a good corpse with such a cultivation level that can suppress the power of the God Transformation Realm? No wonder he can guard the Void South Sea by himself. Not everyone can do this cultivation level."

But Yu Qinghan had concerns in his heart, frowned and said: "Headmaster Hai's fusion of his own good corpse means that the seal of the false South China Sea will be loosened again, so that no great monster will be born?"

Elder Bai sighed helplessly: "There is no way to do this. If you don't take action, in order to deal with this crisis, the Wuji Immortal Sect may really die."

Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan fell silent when they heard this.

"Boom!"

There was a huge tremor in the sky, the surrounding fairy peaks kept shaking, and the pumice fell.

"Hai Shengming, just by dismembering the corpse, do you think he is my opponent?!"

"Devil, borrow the magic staff."

Xue Rentu yelled coldly at Situ Huan. When Situ Huan heard it, he was also very agile, and threw the Ten Thousand Bone Purgatory Scepter to Xue Rentu.

Thick blood from Xuerentu's body rushed into the divine staff, and a dark magic light suddenly lit up.

A series of intricate black runes emerged on the bone of the scepter.

Only those who are above the gods can display the true power of the magic weapon, although not all of them, there are more than half of them.

Xue Rentu sacrificed an ancient magic weapon.

The star sea vision, which was slightly dominant, fell to one side.

"not good!"

Seeing this scene, Elder Bai exclaimed.

All the disciples of Wuji Immortal Sect were worried, if the new headmaster couldn't defeat the four big demons, then the sect really had no way out.

At the critical juncture, a sword pillar soaring to the sky stood up.

The [-] mountains stretching ahead are vast and lush under the hollow sunlight.

A long sword equal to the sky, the light of the sword competes with the sun for brilliance.

Carrying the unrivaled sword energy, it oscillates for three thousand miles.

An old man in a dark blue Taoist robe appeared in the sky, and the sword pattern marked on the clothes was particularly obvious.

Hold the sword and stab in the direction of the four demon heads.

"The head of the sword bearer." Elder Bai said slowly when he saw the clothes of the visitor.

"The head of the sword bearer, doesn't he have a name?"

Zhao Huai asked.

Elder Bai shook his head: "There is no name. They are the patron saints of the sect. If they don't sing, they will become a blockbuster. They have raised their swords for a hundred years, and when they release their swords, they will die."

Zhao Huai stared blankly at the lonely figure in the sky.

Only the sound echoed between the sky and the earth.

"Jiuxuan, the head of the sword bearer of Wuliangxian Peak, come to die!"

Hearing this, Zhao Huai was shocked and clenched his fists.

Jiuxuan, the head of the sword bearer, he remembered the name.

Although the two were strangers, the shock to him was great.

Gu Tianji, the head teacher of Wuji, Hai Shengming, the sword bearer.

He is not an overly emotional person, but he has seen too many people who have been injured and died because of him.

It made him think.

Is the fairy road I am pursuing right?

From the beginning of just wanting to live, to looking for his wife later, just for the day of reunion, and now.

Before I knew it, my avenue had gone so far.

It was a done deal, and when he reached this step, Zhao Huai suddenly realized that he had already shouldered so much on his shoulders.

Now, what is your own way?

Before Zhao Huai had time to figure it out, there was a loud "boom" from the sky.

This sword is so strong that it has a radius of thousands of miles, covered by sword energy.

"Buzz!"

In the nine-story sword pavilion, tens of thousands of long swords shot out, gathering into a sea of ​​swords.

Every time the sword-wielder took a step, a bright sword glow flickered.

I have raised swords for a hundred years, just for this sword.

In an instant, the visions of the primordial spirits of the four demon heads of the Heavenly Demon Palace were broken one after another, and they were all cut off by this sword.

"Whoa!"

After the broken sound sounded, the sword power was still there.

Transforming God cultivation base, condensing towering sword energy, thousands of swords screaming together, turning into a river of sword energy spinning upside down on the sky, when the light rises, people can't look directly at it.

This sword is both penetrating and cold.

The sound of swordsmen resounded through the world.

The upside-down river of swords flows and rotates continuously, stirring and dissipating the endless cloud of magic above Lingshan.

Xue Rentu, Han Yemo, Shi Zun, and Huahou were shocked.

After the sword was cut out, a great wall of sword energy was formed, which filled the gap in the ancient formation and formed a solid shield.

This Great Wall of Sword Qi undoubtedly opened the boundary between immortals and demons.

Demonic people cannot step into the Wuji Immortal Sect half a step!

The old man who was the head of the sword bearer looked up to the sky and laughed wildly:
"This sword, I have kept it for 500 years! How about it?"

The arrogant and domineering voice resounded throughout the sect.

Everyone in the Wuji Immortal Sect was in awe, and many had tears in their eyes.

This is the sword bearer of Wuliangxian Peak.

With this sword, he can fight against heaven and man.

When he drew his sword, Mahayana also had to bow his head.

At this moment, Zhao Huai understood what is the real way of swordsmanship.

With my level of kendo, I don't even have the qualifications to draw a sword in front of the sword holder.

After raising the sword for 500 years, using the sword no longer asks how high the cultivation level is, and does not pay attention to how solid the sword intent is.

What it pays attention to is the momentum of the sword!
The trend of killing with one sword!
The person holding the sword is for the sake of all beings in Lingshan, so his power has been condensed for 500 years before he has the power he has today.

Who is the sword in your hand for?

It is very important to think clearly about this issue.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the old man holding the sword in the sky. Their minds were all drawn by this sentence of fear of life and death, and it was worth calling a senior.

Zhao Huai looked straight ahead.

After ten breaths, the mood gradually calmed down.

Today's sword can guarantee the peace of Wuji Xianzong for ten years.

Lingshan's crisis this time has been overcome.

When the sword energy Kamikawa hanging upside down in the sky dissipated, an old voice sounded.

"My generation of sword cultivators has memorized it well. To cultivate a sword, you need to use the sword as your bone, and use the heart of your sword to forge your soul. You can't regret the glorious way of the sword!"

The sky cleared up, and the remnant glow of the sword glow, like the setting sun, descended on the old man holding the sword.

In the void, there is the sound of the sword screaming.

He froze in midair like this, his sword hand remained motionless.

Until the last moment when the sword energy dissipated from his body, his body was gradually dilapidated, and the vitality in his eyes also slowly disappeared, and there was still a proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

The body fell, and before it landed, it was supported by the disciples on the ground, one after another.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Huai on the top of the mountain murmured:
"Who is the sword in your hand for? For all living beings. The brilliant swordsmanship is unrepentant. I have received this will."

In the second half of the sentence, his eyes gradually became firmer.

"Wow!"

A faint light emerged from Zhao Huai's body.

All of a sudden, his state of mind became much more enlightened, and the realm of swordsmanship he had accumulated finally broke through.

Officially entered the eighth realm of Jianjing - Returning to Pu.

There is only one step away from becoming holy in the way of the sword.

"Damn!"

Outside Lingshan, on the deck of the magic boat.

Even Situ Huan, who had a refined temperament, couldn't help scolding angrily.

The broken formation in front of him has re-condensed into a Great Wall of Sword Qi, which is indestructible.

In the future, if the Demon Sect wants to continue to invade Lingshan, it may be difficult.

"Master Mozi, the rest of the four great immortal sects are all here, so it's time to go."

Xue Rentu reminded lightly.

Although the four of them did not confess to being in the Wuji Immortal Sect, but after eating a sword condensed by the sword holder for 500 years, their souls were damaged, and their condition was not as good as before. Naturally, they could not fight against other ancestors of the immortal sect.

Situ Huan's face was uncertain, this time the task was not completed, the devil will definitely hold him accountable when he returns!

There are two things that are not accounted for this time.

One is that none of Hai Shengming's three corpses died.

The second is that the strength of the swordsman who has been hidden for hundreds of years by the Wuji Immortal Sect is so heaven-defying.

"You don't have to worry, Mozi. In a few years, Lingshan will collapse."

The cold night demon who looked like a dwarf old man laughed.

"Oh?"

Situ Huan raised his eyebrows.

Han Yemo sneered and said: "In order to resist us this time, Hai Shengming actually merged with the good corpse. It won't be long before the seal of the false South China Sea will be loosened, and it will become more and more unstoppable. At that time, even if the magic gate is not used If you make a move, Lingshan will not be able to hold on."

Xue Rentu also nodded in agreement: "Yes, the illusory South China Sea leads to other worlds. There are many big monsters with terrifying cultivation bases. It is common for thousands of years of demon kings. The most terrifying ones are those emperors who have practiced for 10 years. It was us who met, and it was also a great headache."

"I hope so."

Situ Huan said coldly, and ordered to return.

(End of this chapter)