Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 388: Your back-up plan, a fight that lasted three thousand years!
"Then what is that!"

"Mount Zhongnan? How could the Great Sui Dynasty's Mount Zhongnan appear over Bianjing?"

Xie Yuan stood on the roof of Yaoxian Tower, gazing intently at the towering mountain in the night sky.

The snow on the top of the mountain has not melted, and the Taoist temple on it is looming. This is clearly Mount Zhongnan thousands of miles away, but it is hanging upside down above Bianjing like a mirage.

"Xie Yuan! Where are you going?" Xie Qiyue shouted behind him.

Xie Yuan rushed down the stairs without looking back: "I'm going to find Guandi! Don't worry about it!"

"Do you know where they are?" Xie Qiyue chased after them a few steps, her skirt fluttering.

Xie Yuan's voice came from the stairwell: "Did you see the bright light on the water control just now?"

"Guandi should be there!"

Xie Qiyue stood there in a daze, looking at Xie Yuan's receding back, with a look of grievance in her eyes: "Fourth cousin, look at Xie Yuan..."

Zhang Yunzhi gently stroked Xie Qiyue's shoulder and said, "Let him be."

She looked at the strange sight in the night sky, thinking, "But, he said he was going to find Master Guan..."

Xue Hong on the side looked at Xie Qiyue's concern for Xie Yuan with complicated eyes.

He looked up at the glazed light shield covering Bianjing and the upside-down shadow of Mount Zhongnan, and murmured:

"I'm afraid things are going to change in Bianjing tonight."

Li Shuwan stood leaning against the railing, her eyes wandering between the third and fourth floors.

Those big shots who usually call the shots were indifferent at this moment and turned a blind eye to the strange phenomenon in the sky above Bianjing.

unless……

She looked towards the fourth floor, where the three masters of the academy and Su Xiang were sitting.

With these two around, who would dare to act rashly?

Almost all the famous people from the nine major surnames came to the Banquet, and they gathered together, and suddenly such a big event happened.

Su Xiang and Mr. San, did you expect this?
Xie Qiyue looked down from the window and saw that the entire area around the banquet was pitch black.

The soldiers in armor and armed with sharp weapons were lined up like a forest, and behind them appeared the figure of a monk with a deep aura.

In the corner, a secret guard from the Demon Slayer Division dressed in black with a red fish pattern stood there, looking menacing.

At some point, the Demon-Slaying Division, the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards, and the Hidden Gods had surrounded the Invitation to the Immortals Tower.

All the guests in the building had solemn expressions, and the air was filled with a depressing feeling as if a storm was about to come.

Su Shishi's last dance on the Sifang stage has ended.

Just wait until the seating order for the beauties at the banquet is announced.

The people on both sides of the river who were concerned about the flood control project went from cheering loudly to gradually becoming less enthusiastic.

An eerie and uneasy atmosphere spread throughout the banquet.

The troops outside had already blocked the entrances and exits on both sides of the river, and the people looked at each other in panic.

Only the children were riding on their parents' shoulders, looking at the reflection in the sky with curious eyes.

But at this moment!
The Yaoxian Building was already guarded by the Xuanjing Division. A majestic voice came from the fourth floor:
"According to the orders of Prime Minister Su and the three gentlemen, Yaoxian Tower is to be sealed immediately and no one is allowed to enter or leave!"

Li Shuwan exchanged a glance with several other ladies, and saw uneasiness in each other's eyes.

The sky outside the window!
Under the bright moon, the shadow of Mount Zhongnan became increasingly solid, as if it was about to crush the entire Bianjing.

This time!

A sword light shot up into the sky like a rising comet, and a crimson flame shot up along the sky into the clouds, as if it was going to tear the heaven and earth apart.

The majestic sword intent came from the direction of the academy.

Mr. San stood on the fourth floor, looking at the sword light, an expression of pain and regret slowly appeared on his face.

"Brother, why do you have to do this?"

Su Jing also had a complicated expression, with disappointment and sigh in his eyes, and whispered:
"Is this God's will? Did that person already predict the current situation?"

He looked up at the sky, with a hint of respect in his tone: "Let me borrow your sword, brother, to split the God-Shocking Formation..."

However!
The green glazed cover that was split by the sword light was like broken porcelain. Although it had a crack, it quickly began to heal.

Mr. San frowned, "Even Senior Brother's sword can't cut it?"

Right now!
In the Xie Mansion on Changning Street, a sharp sword intent suddenly burst out and rushed straight into the sky!
The sword intent was like a dragon emerging from the sea, instantly merging into the bright sword light in the direction of the academy.

The two sword intentions merged, and the heaven and earth trembled!
A deep voice murmured, but it was like the sound of a huge bell, resounding through heaven and earth:

"cut!"

The crack in the azure colored glass cover suddenly widened, as if it was torn apart by an invisible force and could never be healed again.

"It's Mr. Er!"

At the banquet of beauties, everyone exclaimed in surprise and there was a lot of commotion.

Mr. Er, who had been seriously ill in bed for many years, suddenly swung out a shocking sword strike!
Su Jing looked at the green glazed cover that could no longer be maintained, but there was no relief in his eyes.

Although the Shocking God Formation was broken, the Master still stood firm.

Master, you are still the best in the world!

"Even if Second Brother holds a sword, he is no match for you, sir."

Su Jing murmured in a low voice, with a hint of helplessness and sadness in his tone.

"Besides, after Second Senior Brother slashed out with this sword, I'm afraid he has already exhausted all his energy..."

He looked up in the direction of Mount Zhongnan, his eyes full of solemnity.

"Sir, you are invincible in the world, but the eldest brother and his men are still in danger."

"The ending... is hard to change, or maybe that person has some other tricks up his sleeve!"

"I really can't think of anyone in the world who can match Mr. Zi."

Mr. San stood on a high place in the academy, looking at the Zhongnan Mountains which became more majestic after breaking through the Jingshen Formation, with a complicated look in his eyes.

He whispered, "Master is invincible in this world, but that doesn't mean he is the strongest in the world."

Before he finished speaking, a distant bell sound suddenly came from the top of Mount Zhongnan.

The sound of the bell seemed to come from ancient times.

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The Master withdrew his gaze and looked at Xie Guan. His eyes were calm, as if nothing in the world could shake his mind.

He spoke lightly, his voice calm but with a barely perceptible chill:

"Is this your backup plan? This time, I miscalculated."

He paused slightly, with some emotion in his tone:

"I didn't expect that the second brother, in his current state, could still strike out with such a sword."

Dong Cheng suddenly smiled, with a hint of sarcasm in his smile, "But so what? Even if you break through the God Shocking Formation, you can't leave now."

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky, with a hint of pride in his tone.

"Didn't you notice? The Shocking Spirit Formation above Bianjing has already been completely integrated with the Jingshi Dao formation."

Upon hearing this, Yu Ke frowned slightly and looked up at the sky.

Although the broken green glazed cover had cracked, its fragments did not dissipate. Instead, they merged with the Jingshi Dao formation to form a larger formation barrier.

He tried to end [personal involvement] but still couldn't seem to do it.

Ending personal participation seems to be the only way to defeat the Master.

When Yu Ke heard what the Master said, he just nodded slightly but did not respond.

He looked past the Master and towards the Zhongnan Mountains that were approaching Bianjing like a dark cloud. Yu Ke already understood in his mind why choosing [personal participation] would be beneficial for the future.

Every choice is like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples that eventually converge into the current situation, a huge wave.

He had to admit that what the Master said about the word "immortal" did make sense.

When immortals act, they leave no trace, yet they choose the good and follow it.

They are all in line with God's will. They seem to be done effortlessly, but in fact they are full of mysteries.

A stunning chess move!
The magician and his companions had already retreated in front of Yu Ke. All four of them were seriously injured and their breaths were weak.

The one who was most seriously injured was not Lu Hua, who had the lowest cultivation level, but the magician who had unfathomable magic skills and was proficient in the nine secret techniques of the magic sect.

Xu Jiangxian had just used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, but the Master grabbed his heart and shattered it with one palm. If Master Lianchi had not used the Nine-Turn Buddha Heart Pill to extend his life, he would have collapsed long ago.

even so!
His face was still as pale as paper, his breathing was disordered, and he seemed like he would collapse at any time.

Half of the master's body was almost destroyed, and his robes were stained with blood, but he still managed to stand, with determination in his eyes.

Master Lianchi was depleted of both Qi and blood, his cultivation had fallen from the ninth level of martial arts, his face was pale, and he seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant.

There was a big hole in Lu Hua's left leg, and blood gushed out, staining the bluestone slab under his feet red.

She gritted her teeth and held on, cold sweat oozing from her forehead, but she still refused to fall down.

The four tried their best but still couldn't hurt the Master at all.

The Master stood before the crowd, his expression indifferent, his eyes like those of ants.

The four of them are no longer able to fight!
The magician looked up at the Master, his eyes were cold, but also contained a hint of despair.

The Master is so strong that it is hard to even think of defeating him.

Such a blow made this once-powerful magician feel depressed.

Master Lianchi clasped his hands together and chanted in a low voice: "Amitabha... Everything is cause and effect."

The master looked tired, with a dull look in his eyes, as if he had exhausted all his energy.

However, Lu Hua looked up at the illusion of Mount Zhongnan in the sky, his eyes fixed on the Taoist temple.

He frowned slightly, feeling vaguely that the Zhongnan Mountain in this illusion was slightly different from what he had in mind.

The mountains are more majestic, the Taoist temples are more magnificent, and the city is more prosperous.

The illusion of Mount Zhongnan changes again!

Everyone stared intently, holding their breath, as if even their breathing had stopped.

The lives and deaths of the four people depend on this rapidly changing situation.

On Mount Zhongnan in the sky, along the crack that was cut open.

A shimmering light shone out from it, illuminating the field, and an illusory figure was vaguely visible.

He was a middle-aged man with slightly gray hair on his temples and a weathered face. His eyes were as bright as stars and he stood with his hands behind his back.

The background behind is the Tomb of the Living Dead in Zhongnan Mountain!
Cannot come into this world!
Lu Hua's pupils suddenly shrank, and a huge wave of emotion rose in his heart.

He was very familiar with this face - it was the portrait enshrined in the center of the ancestral hall where he had done his homework since he was a child, surrounded by incense.

"Grandmaster Lu Chen!"

Lu Hua blurted out, his voice filled with uncontrollable excitement and awe.

The portrait of Master Lu Chen has been circulated for thousands of years. When his disciples in later generations ascended to heaven, they all considered it unfilial not to know the true face of the master.

The portrait has been placed in the center of the ancestral hall, worshipped by disciples of all generations, but no one has ever seen its true appearance.

When the Master heard this, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Although this figure could not appear in the world, he had a temperament that Lu Hua had never seen in his life, and he no longer had any hesitation in his heart.

Lu Hua has already bowed respectfully, "I am a disciple of the Yun generation of Zhongnan Mountain. I am Lu Hua, the Heavenly Master of the Three True Lineage, and I pay my respects to the Patriarch Lu Chen."

The figure seemed to look through the distant past, nodded slightly, and spoke in a soft voice.

"Adhere to virtue and worship the blessings, be a pure and honest ancestor, cultivate simplicity and keep a firm will, be empty and wise, and practice the cloud."

Some voices sighed, "Time flies, hundreds of generations have passed, but the Three Truths are still here."

The Demon Master and Lian Chi could no longer conceal the shock on their faces.

Three true land sinking!
Three thousand years have passed since the King of Yan.

How is this possible!
The master also bowed respectfully and said, "Xu Xian greets the Grandmaster!"

The magician and Lianchi were still in shock.

Lu Chen smiled faintly, looking past the crowd and towards the Master.

The Master's face was gloomy, and then he raised a mocking smile, looked up at Lu Chen, and his tone was full of disdain and arrogance:
"You can only rely on the power of this world... I never expected that you would invite Lu Chen. However, what can I do?"

His voice was low and cold, revealing unquestionable confidence: "In the six thousand years since the disappearance of this spiritual energy, I believe that I have been invincible for fifteen hundred years. Even if Lu Yu, who was said to be invincible in the world and unmatched three thousand years ago, were to be reborn, he would not be my opponent."

After a pause, he looked directly at Lu Chen: "Even if you, Lu Shenzhou, are resurrected, I have the confidence to defeat you. What's more, you are not originally from this world, and you have come here across three thousand years..."

Hearing this, Lu Chen simply smiled calmly, with nostalgia in his eyes: "If Brother Yu were still alive, you wouldn't be able to survive for 1,500 years, let alone a decade of exorcism."

The Master's face became increasingly grim. "I never thought that a great Third True Master would actually lie. Three thousand years ago, when the spiritual energy had just revived, the Grand Masters of that time were probably not comparable to the Third Realm of Martial Arts today!"

Lu Chen smiled calmly and asked, "Really?"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Master and others woke up as if from a dream.

Three thousand years ago, when spiritual energy first appeared, the grandmasters of that time were probably still inferior to the upper three realms of today.

Not to mention the method of cultivating the primordial spirit that emerged later.

Although Lu Chen is famous in this world, compared with the Master, who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and spiritual power and has experienced five corpse reincarnations, he is probably still not up to the task.

Lu Hua did not have such an idea. As a descendant disciple of the Three True One Sect, he had infinite respect for the ancestor who laid the foundation of the Three True One Sect.

The Master seemed unwilling to say more, and said in a cold voice: "The fun is over, it's time to end it!"

"You think you can suppress me just by relying on Lu Chen?"

The Master's aura grew higher and higher, and his aura seemed to merge into one with heaven and earth.

A huge Bodhi tree appeared behind him, with lush branches and leaves and swaying shadows.

In the Bodhi tree, the shadow of a Buddha appears and disappears, with a solemn appearance, as if overlooking all living beings.

When Lian Chi saw this, his pupils suddenly shrank and a huge wave of emotion rose in his heart.

He recognized this method - it was the secret of the Eastern Saint Sect - "The Wisdom Sutra of the Origin of All Dharmas"

"See the three thousand dharmas as the lines on the palm of your hand, and break through the eighty thousand barriers as if they were dust in a mirror."

Lian Chi murmured in a low voice, with shock that was difficult to conceal in his tone.

This method is based on the Buddhist wisdom of Prajna and takes sitting in oblivion as its method. Practitioners must first cut off the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance before they can condense the Bodhi tree of wisdom in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Every inch the branches and leaves of the Bodhi tree grow, they can analyze the essence of a martial art. When cultivated to perfection, they can integrate all martial arts in the world and bring all methods into one!

The Bodhi tree behind the Master has already grown into a luxuriant tree with more than three thousand skills!
Each leaf sparkles with a different light, as if carrying the essence of a peerless martial art.

When the magician saw this, he was also shocked, his eyes full of horror.

He never imagined that the Master's fundamental method was not Confucianism, magic or Taoism, but was based on Buddhism!

"I see……"

The magician murmured in a low voice, "Master built his foundation with Buddhism and integrated three thousand methods. No wonder he is invincible in the world... Is there anyone in this world who can defeat him?"

Lu Chen looked at this scene, his eyes still as calm as water, and said slowly:
"If Brother Yu were here, he would definitely be very happy. Fighting with the masters of the world and defeating all the enemies in the world is what he enjoys."

He turned his gaze to the Bodhi tree behind the Master and continued:

"Unfortunately, with three thousand years between us, I can only make one move."

(End of this chapter)