The national teacher does not practice

"Baldy, we meet again."

Ji Ping'an's voice was unusually calm, as if today's killing had nothing to do with him.

In fact, up until this moment, this was indeed the case.

Although he was in the center of the storm, after several rounds of attacks, Ji Ping'an never really fought with anyone. He always stood in the center of the stage, but he was like a spectator.

But now, when the Lord Buddha appears on the stage, Ji Pingan has to deal with it personally.

The cold winter wind blew through the canyon, and the snow powder that flowed down when the Great Sword Sect drew the sword flew up one after another, blocking the sun.

Against the white background, the crimson cassock of the old monk is extremely eye-catching.

There was no anger of ridicule or frustration of failure on his face.

The death of the Great Sword Sect was a great loss to the Southern Dynasty, but in Lord Buddha's view, if the national master could be replaced, it would be a huge gain.

As for the outcome of this game, even with the addition of a variable like Jian Zheng, he is still sure of victory.

At this time, the corners of Guuzongheng's mouth raised and he said:
"The state master's demeanor is even better than before. Last time we said goodbye across the state, the poor monk missed him very much."

He didn't hesitate and asked Liuli why he appeared here.

There are just a few Bodhisattvas in the history of Buddhism, not to mention that they are unreliable. It is not necessarily related to Li Yang, and they can be reexamined later.

The only person he cared about from beginning to end was the Imperial Master.

"You want me to die."

Ji Ping'an said sarcastically. He raised his finger and pointed at the body of the Great Sword Sect and the mountains that suddenly became quiet, and said:

"With such a big move and such a big battle, I thought that it was an exception for Buddhism to attack the demon messenger before, but now it seems that I have underestimated you. I am very curious, are you really sure to resist me? What are the consequences after death?"

If anything, the living Imperial Master is a trouble.

Whether the various sects are jealous or resentful, even if it is just for the sake of "fighting between snipe and clam".

For example, Master Chen of the Academy, Master of the Molin Pavilion, Qi Hongmian and others, from a rational point of view, are more willing to see the big factions killing each other and the small factions benefiting from it, so they choose to watch today's hunt.

Then, the dead national master is no longer a "trouble" that needs to be weighed, but an excellent excuse to take action against Buddhism.

As the pillar of the Zhou Dynasty, once he was publicly killed by Buddhism, even Emperor Yuan Qing, who was looking forward to the death of the imperial master, would use all his strength to attack the Southern Tang Dynasty.

The five major sects will even help.

Although Buddhism is strong, it must be cautious when facing the revenge of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty.

Lord Buddha sighed deeply, frowned his gray eyebrows, and said:

"Who in Kyushu dares to say that he is not afraid of the revenge of the entire Great Zhou Dynasty? But who makes these hunters really unlucky? Who makes the master of this move arranged by the national master be so powerful? What can be done? The poor monk has no choice but to try to resist. ”

Ji Pingan almost laughed out of anger:
"Buddhism was like this in the past, and it will be like this thousands of years later. They obviously want to get rid of me, but they look innocent, as if they are helpless, which is really boring. Speaking of which, I am really surprised that you are like this Are you afraid that I will rise again?"

Lord Buddha’s eyes are sincere:

"Who in the world is not afraid of the Imperial Master? What's more, the eternal changes are just around the corner. How can we let the enemy ignore it?"

That makes sense... Ji Ping'an twitched the corner of his mouth.

Does Lord Buddha have any grudge against Ji Ping'an?
If you include fighting, kidnapping, and fighting for Yu Hakushu, there will be some.

But in the final analysis, the hatred between the two sides is still a dispute between the two sides.

Speaking privately, the great master of the Zhou Dynasty suppressed Buddhism for hundreds of years and was unable to raise its head. The Buddha's glory was embarrassed in the Southern Tang Dynasty, and the entire Buddhism was also suppressed for hundreds of years.

On Gong, the dispute between Zhou and Tang, the competition between major sects is not based on personal will.

From the perspective of Buddhism, knowing that changes have occurred that have not happened in thousands of years, whether it is for the expansion of Buddhism or self-protection, eradicating the potential powerful enemy of the National Preceptor is unavoidable.

That's why the Buddha's original kidnapping and today's hunting happened.

This kind of thing didn't need an explanation originally, but when it came out of Lord Buddha's mouth at this moment, it inexplicably had a different meaning.

It's as if...Buddhism has already noticed what the "tribulation" is going to happen in the future.

Ji Ping'an wanted to test a few more words, but Lord Buddha seemed to have no intention of delaying time with him.

He knows very well that Jian Zheng's breakthrough is a very dangerous signal, which may shake some people who originally stood by and had a neutral attitude. The longer the time goes on, the more powerful people will be attracted.

"Amitabha, please ask the national master to bury him in heaven!"

The old monk in red suddenly had a high-pitched voice, and there was an aura around him that made the world change color.

At this moment, he seemed to become extremely large, while the mountains became extremely small.

Qin Tianjian's expression changed, and he protected Ji Ping'an behind him. The stars were spinning in his eyes, and the sky above his head suddenly entered the dark night.

Lord Buddha looked at him calmly, shook his head and said:

"There are also highs and lows in the realm of Shen Zang. If you were the national master at your peak, I might feel inferior to you, but you... are not my opponent!"

As the pinnacle of Hinayana Buddhism, the Lord Buddha occupies the highest fruition position in the entire Buddhist lineage, and his strength is the strongest among the gods.

This is also the reason why Xin Yaoguang came to the door twice in a row but failed to seriously injure him.

There have long been rumors that Lord Buddha may be the person with the richest foundation and the strongest overall strength among the divine treasures in the world.

And Jian Zheng has just crossed the threshold of the divine treasure. What's more, just before the death of the Great Sword Sect, he spent his whole life cultivating to continuously cut down historical images. The consumption of Jian Zheng is not low.

At this moment, the Lord Buddha clasped his hands together, and the golden lines suddenly lit up on his red cassock, and then the Buddha's light illuminated the mountains.

Behind him, he condensed into a huge "Buddha" statue overlooking the mountains.

With a compassionate expression, he sits on the lotus platform, with a ring of fire burning behind his head. Behind him are the layers of thousands of worlds, symbolizing the past and the future.

"Infinite Buddha!" ​​Liuli's expression changed.

This is the most mysterious and powerful one among the Buddhist dharma. The so-called immeasurable means that the power of the dharma is huge, immeasurable and endless.

When the Infinite Buddha emerged, the space faintly showed signs of collapse. The illusory wellhead appeared around Liuli and Ji Ping'an, trying their best to resist the aftermath of the overwhelming aura.

And the countless monks in the mountains felt their souls throbbing and trembling like mortals.

"Master, leave quickly!"

Jian Zheng's expression changed. He was also in the Divine Treasure Realm, so he could truly feel how powerful the Lord Buddha was at this moment.

Without any hesitation, he raised his hand and grabbed it, and five illusory stars appeared behind him, forcing the starlight to circulate, dragging the Buddha at this moment into history——

If they were to fight in reality, the aftermath of the battle would be enough to crush the monk sitting in the well.

Therefore, in Ji Ping'an's eyes, it was as if the scene was reappearing, the space was rippled, and the supervisor and the Buddha disappeared at the same time, as if they had never appeared.

Jian Zheng forcibly pulled Lord Buddha into the past time.

"let's go!"

Liuli raised her hand, grabbed Ji Ping'an, and prepared to urge Dharma Minister to escape, but failed to pull him away.

Ji Ping'an still stood there, staring at the mountains in the south expressionlessly, and said:

"We can't leave."

? Liuli turned her head blankly, and then her pupils suddenly shrank, and she saw a Buddha statue rising slowly in the mountains again.

But what is different from the previous "Infinite Buddha" is that this one has a black body, a ferocious face, six arms, and soul fire dancing in its eye sockets.

"...The Great Demon God's Dharma!"

Liuli lost her voice, and then suddenly realized something:
"What just appeared was not all your power!"

The "Lord Buddha", who was as black as a demon, smiled and spoke, his voice echoing:

"My purpose is to kill the Imperial Master, not his eldest disciple."

Ji Ping'an sighed. It was not surprising. Lord Buddha was already stronger than Jian Zheng, but in the battle in the Shenzang Realm, it was extremely difficult to kill the opponent.

If they fight with all their strength, even if there is a gap in strength between the two sides, it won't be a problem if Jian Zheng wants to delay it for three to five days.

But the Lord Buddha couldn't afford to delay, so he peeled off a Dharma form at the beginning and stayed outside as a clone.

Then the Infinite Buddha took the initiative to fight fiercely with Jian Zheng in history, with the purpose of holding Jian Zheng back so that he could not return in a short time.

"This is my weakest dharma image, but it's enough to kill you." The Lord Buddha's voice was loud.

Liuli's heart sank and she looked at Ji Ping'an, wanting to ask him if he had any other trump cards.

At the same time, I felt ashamed, thinking mockingly to myself that I had previously thought of reporting the news in advance and taking Li Yang away.

Now she found that with her current strength, she was completely useless in this game of cards.

"Regret?"

In the wind, Ji Ping'an turned to look at Liuli beside him and smiled bitterly:
"You don't have to be involved in this turmoil. Leave now. You are a Buddhist Bodhisattva after all. Being captured and put in solitary confinement is better than death."

Liuli pursed her lips and responded with a movement. She stood firmly beside Ji Ping'an. She still hasn't thought about what kind of relationship she has with Li Yang, but why do she have to think so much about it? Just act according to your heart.

"At worst, I'll just pretend that I died in that well with you in the past." Liuli said in a low voice.

She looked at the icy lake surrounded by mountains with her translucent eyes, suddenly smiled and said:
"Does this look like a huge well?"

The mountains are the walls of the well, and they are just two frogs squatting at the bottom of the well. They can only see a round corner of the sky.

Sitting in a well, sitting in a well... Even the realms of the two of them are extremely consistent with this situation.

Ji Ping'an was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

The strong wind blew gravel-like snow powder and hit his face, which was a little painful. His right hand suddenly grasped Liuli's slippery hand, which was warm and smooth, and then he said something inexplicable with his spiritual consciousness:
"Hold on to my hand."

Then, before Liuli came back to his senses, Ji Ping'an raised his head and looked at the tall demon god Faxiang. His face suddenly became fierce, like a lone wolf who was forced into a desperate situation, or a gambler who was overwhelmed by everything. He said unruly :

"Want to kill me? Then risk your life!"

As he spoke, he turned his left hand and an astrolabe suddenly appeared in his palm.

A simple six-pointed astrolabe.

This was the astrolabe he had carried with him when he returned to Qintian Prison. It was unremarkable and even a little shabby.

But at this moment, the skin of the dark astrolabe suddenly cracked.

In the gap, blue light shines through, as if the paint is peeled off, the disguise is gone, and the astrolabe returns to its true appearance.

Ji Ping'an's sea of ​​​​qi roared, all the power was poured into it crazily, and the directions representing the universe on the astrolabe lit up one by one.

at the same time.

Beyond the mountains, no matter the high mirror or jade in the forest.

Or the trio from the Academy who finally broke through the level and burned their spiritual essence almost crazily, belatedly arrived.

Or maybe at this moment, all living beings looking in this direction within a radius of a hundred miles were shocked to see a huge astrolabe reflected in the sky, which was spectacular.

The face of Lord Buddha, who resides in this world with the appearance of the "Great Demon God", changed:
"You're crazy. You're forcing yourself to use a magic weapon of this level. Without me taking action, you will be copied and crushed by this spiritual element! Both body and soul will be destroyed!"

He realized that Fang's astrolabe was also one of the national master's trump cards.

It contains enough power to threaten his dharma image, but if he is forced to activate a high-level magic weapon at the level of a weak person, even if he is the reincarnation of the national master, he will definitely die.

This is a fight of mutual destruction. Lord Buddha wanted to retreat, but found that the surrounding area had been sealed by the astrolabe. This was a fighting arena that only belonged to them.

Either you die or I die.

He roared angrily, his huge dark body covering the sky, his six arms clenching fists, and smashing towards the two people below.

He realized that his Dharma form might be at risk of falling, and the death of his clone would be a serious blow to the peak cultivator of Shenzang.

The entire frozen lake suddenly cracked and then collapsed, the ice shattered, and the water surged into the sky.

Ji Ping'an threw the astrolabe into Fenli's sky. At this moment, his small body seemed to have been exchanged with the huge Buddha. His eyes were stern and decisive, and his voice spread everywhere:

"Today, although I am dead, I am still the Great Zhou Imperial Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, under the powerful spiritual storm, the protective field around him and Liuli, the illusory wellhead collapsed!
The two people were instantly reduced to bloody men under the impact, and their bodies collapsed and shattered inch by inch!
Then, like a kite with broken strings, it sank into the cold lake water and disappeared into the mountains in all directions, in front of the monks who were rushing towards it one after another!
Immediately, a ball of energy like a nuclear explosion swept everything!
The violent wind and waves destroyed the forests, the Lord Buddha screamed in agony, and the Great Demon God's Dharma was also torn into pieces inch by inch under the power of the magic weapon's self-destruction!

The protective shield of Guituo Mountain shook wildly, and then shattered with a "bang". The bird-catching boy who was nearest was lifted up by the strong wind, turned somersaults on the ground, and fell to the ground with a bloody head.

Ji Yuan lay on the ground and tried his best to raise his head, looking at the nearly flattened Liuhu Lake in the distance, and was stunned when he heard the familiar voice.

At this moment, he vaguely realized that everyone in the village, including the old man and the uncle, might have thought of one thing wrong, but nothing could go back.

mountain top.

Xu Xiurong, who finally arrived, stopped in mid-air, staring intently at the slowly dissipating spirit storm in front of him, feeling the familiar aura completely dissipate. The starlight on the female prisoner's body was extinguished as if struck by lightning.

The whole person fell to the top of the mountain, his legs became weak and he almost fell.

Qi Nian and Pei Wuju next to her hurriedly moved around to support her and opened their mouths as if to say something, but Xu Xiurong seemed to be deaf and could not hear any sound.

With tears streaming down her face, she used her spiritual consciousness to sweep over the flowing lake in vain over and over again, which had turned into ruins and deep pits.

But after the baptism of the power of the Shenzang Realm, nothing was left in the entire Liuhu Lake, and even the water turned into nothingness. Just as the Lord Buddha said, under the power of this level, everything will be crushed into powder.

far away.

A ray of fire finally came belatedly. The snow on the top of the mountain melted instantly, and then the fire shrank. Xu Yuanyun, dressed in white, appeared on the bank of Liuhu Lake, with a little red bird standing on his shoulder.

Xu Yuanyun stared blankly at the huge pit in front of him, trying to find evidence of Ji Ping'an's existence, but there was no evidence, nothing.

Everything disappeared in that horrific explosion. Only he who was in the well realm could not survive an explosion of this level, and neither could the national master.

"Tweet, Tweet."

The little red bird noticed that something was wrong with her. Xu Yuanyun was so excited that he seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. He grabbed the little red bird and ordered:
"Find him! Find him!"

However, the little red bird just shook his head humanely.

As a descendant of the God Tibetan Realm and bearing the bloodline of the Phoenix, its spiritual sense is far superior to that of human monks, but it can't sense Ji Ping'an's aura at all.

"No……"

Xu Yuanyun seemed to have lost his soul, his whole person had lost its luster, and the world in front of him had lost all color.

Even the Shenzang monk couldn't hide under the nose of the little red bird without being noticed at all, so he was really dead.

"boom--"

At this time, ripples appeared in the high-altitude space, and the two fighting figures fell from time.

Qin Tianjianzheng's robes were in tatters, and the starlight on his body was dim. It was obvious that he had suffered a big loss.

The face of the red-clothed Buddha Lord was also ugly. He had sensed that the great demon's dharma was destroyed.

He didn't expect that the national master actually had such a level of trump card, and when he was about to die, he could actually take one of his dharma clones with him.

If he had not sat in the well today but looked at the sky, Lord Buddha would doubt it and he would really fail.

Fortunately, despite paying a huge price and having to face a series of revenge, this terrifying and powerful enemy finally died.

At this time, Qin Tianjian's eyes were filled with stars, and he was able to retrospectively see everything that had just happened by restoring the historical scenes.

Having just made a breakthrough, the high-spirited new Shenzang Star Officer felt as if he had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. His whole body was shaken, his mind went blank, and there was a deep confusion in his eyes.

"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"

Until a heart-rending scream, Xu Yuanyun suddenly woke up from his dazed state, stared at the Buddha with red eyes, raised his hand and pointed, and the fire phoenix beside him instantly returned to the original form of the divine beast.

"Wow!"

Endless, illusory flames turned into spears and rolled towards the Buddha Chairman.

The old monk's face changed wildly, and he hurriedly threw out a relic to block the divine fire that could burn through the Dharma. He decisively hammered a passage through the space, jumped up, and fled towards the south.

Xu Yuanyun turned into a fire phoenix and dived in, following behind. In the blink of an eye, the two strong men disappeared without a trace.

"Impossible...impossible..."

The old prisoner was unaware of the fight between the two, and just wandered around in the pit of ruins over and over again, like a lonely ghost.

He had just found the Imperial Master, but lost it again in the blink of an eye.

……

……

In the deep and deep space, there is a huge floating land floating in the starry sky.

Ji Ping'an fell to the ground with a "plop", panting heavily, and quickly took out the elixir and stuffed it into his mouth to repair his broken body.

Then he tried his best to sit up and looked at the unconscious Liuli whose white cloak was dyed red beside him. He used his fingers to pry open her mouth and stuffed the pill into her mouth.

Then, Ji Ping'an reluctantly stood up, picked up Liuli with great effort, and walked step by step towards the huge and towering mysterious stone door in the distance.

at last.

He arrived at the door, holding Liuli's soft body with one hand, spreading his fingers with the other hand, and tentatively pushed it out, muttering in a low voice:
"It's better not to have any accidents..."

Zaza——

Amidst the friction of the stone door, the huge door slowly opened, and endless white light shone on his face.

Ji Pingan squinted his eyes and vaguely saw the world outside the door.

……

Failed to write a large chapter, typos were corrected first and then corrected (end of chapter)