The Heavens Begin with Zhuxian

Chapter 229: The Sword Comes Out, The Buddha Shatters

In front of Mount Wa, a young man in white came riding a donkey. He ignored the practitioners pointing at him at the foot of the mountain, and quickly went up Mount Wa and then to the ancient temple.

It's just that at the gate of the ancient temple at this time, there are dozens of red-clothed monks sitting upright, and between the red-clothed monks, there are two old monks in yellow clothes. If people from the mountain are here, they will definitely recognize those two The people are the monks who presided over the first two chess games of this year's Yulan Festival, and they are all elders of the realm of knowing fate in Lanke Temple.

After seeing the young man, the two old monks couldn't help but think of the academy walking in the Lanke Temple that caused endless murder decades ago. This young man is walking in the contemporary academy. He also rides a donkey and uses a sword. Stronger than the one back then.

But the son of Pluto must die, even if the person who comes is the master, they must stop it.

I saw an old monk in yellow standing up, his eyes didn't seem to be disturbed by the strength of the person coming, he looked at the donkey boy in front of him calmly, but if you want to look behind him, you can find his back His right hand behind him was trembling uncontrollably.

"Mr. Twelve stop."

Ye Chao looked at the monk and asked, "Are you trying to stop me?"

The monk said: "We just hope that Mr. Twelve will not stop us from eradicating the daughter of Hades."

The air suddenly became quiet, and the breathing of those monks stopped at this moment. They looked at Ye Chao, expecting the other party to say what they wanted to hear.

"Junior Brother said, Sangsang is him, he is Sangsang, if Sangsang dies, then he will probably die too, even if he doesn't die, then he will definitely suffer."

"So, are you ready?"

Ye Chao didn't say what he would do, but the expressions of those monks became horrified, and some even showed remorse.

The face of the old monk in yellow who stood up changed dramatically. He pointed at Ye Chao tremblingly and asked, "Could it be that the Academy will really protect the daughter of Hades, even at the expense of making an enemy of the whole world?"

Ye Chaodao: "Oh, the monk really likes to put his position above all living beings in the world, so I said so today, the academy is going to be an enemy of the world, what will your Buddhist sect do?"

The yellow-clothed monk seemed angry and frightened, and ferocious wrinkles appeared on his withered face.

"Then we will gamble with Mr. Twelve, whether the daughter of Hades will die first, or Mister Twelve will save the daughter of Hades first."

After the old monk finished speaking, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and chanted sutras with the monks.

The immeasurable Sanskrit singing resounded in front of the gate of Lanke Temple, and at the same time, the bronze bells hanging in Lanke Temple began to ring continuously.

The statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain seems to wake up from a deep sleep, releasing infinite golden Buddha light, like the setting sun that is about to fall to the west mountain, rendering the white clouds above the Washan Mountain into gold, even the blue sky. At this moment it turned golden.

"Boom!"

An image was made of tens of thousands of thunderclaps resounding at the same time, and the immeasurable Buddha's light instantly turned into a golden river, and then rushed towards Ye Chao like a Tianhe that had flowed from the nine heavens.And the void after it flows through is like a glazed mirror that has been crushed by chariots and horses, cracking inch by inch.

However, at this moment, facing the golden torrent, which was no less powerful than Liu Bai's sword, Ye Chao still held his hand on the hilt of the sword casually, and then slashed horizontally.

The torrent shattered, the dozens of bronze bells hanging in Lanke Temple shattered, and the giant flower-shaped hand of the Buddha statue shattered.

"Back then in Jiange, he was seriously injured by Liu Bai. At that time, I could catch his sword, but now, I don't even have the chance to draw a sword in front of him." Ye Su looked at the man who fell towards the gate of Lanke Temple. The broken stone of the Buddha statue said in a complicated tone.

Tang looked at the young man in white who was walking towards the main hall and replied: "Just now those monks used all their energy to trigger the formation of Lanke Temple. I believe that the full-strength blow of the Apocalypse Saint was no more than that, but he shattered it with an understated sword. , and even destroyed a part of the Lanke Temple formation."

"It seems that my sister's luck is really good."

Ye Su contemptuously cast a glance at Tang beside him, then pointed to the monks at the gate and said, "In order to keep Twelve out of the gate, they used all their energy to awaken the Buddha formation, but they couldn't even hit Twelve's sword." If they can’t take it, they’re going to die.”

After Tang heard about it, he looked towards the gate of Lanke Temple, and saw that the huge hand of the Buddha statue was shattered and submerged there by stones, and no monks came out of it, including the two yellow-clothed monks who knew the realm of destiny.

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The torrent was still flowing towards the big black umbrella, but at this time Sangsang's face was already covered with pitch-black blood.

Ning Que roared like a beast, wanting to go over to hold up a big black umbrella for Sangsang, or stab Qi Nian like he stabbed the old Orion's abdomen with a knife.

But there was Master Baoshu blocking him in front of him, and it was very difficult to rush over in a short time.

However, difficulty does not mean that it cannot be done, and he has always been a person who is ruthless to the enemy and ruthless to himself.

Ning Que raised his simple saber and slashed at the treasure tree as if desperately, but he had received Qi Nian's big handprint before. It is much slower than before.

Baoshu dodged easily, and seeing Ning Que's pale face, he made a big handprint and patted Ning Que without hesitation.

And Ning Que still slapped himself with the big handprint as if he was powerless to resist, and then Baoshu seemed to think of something, and yelled that it was not good, but it was too late.

When he looked at Ning Que again, his figure had already rolled in front of the light girl with the power of the big handprint.

Just when he was about to pursue, there was a thunder outside the temple.

Everyone in the venue, including Qi Nian, Bao Shu, and Master Qi Shan who was sitting on the futon, all looked moved at this moment.

The formation of Lanke Temple was activated, and people from the academy came.

Qi Nian frowned as if he was making some kind of decision that even he had to think about for a long time, because after the thunder, he felt that the formation of Lanke Temple was damaged by a tyrannical sword intent, and he was able to have it in a short time. The sword intent that destroyed the formation of Lanke Temple in an instant could only be Liu Bai or Academy Twelve.

So, also in a short moment, Qi Nian made a decision.

Floating Yu Lanling out of the air with the power of thoughts, his mouth that had not been opened for many years opened, and his Adam's apple began to surge in an extremely awkward way.

The atmosphere in the hall became depressing, and it seemed that only Yu Lanling's clear and pleasant voice was left.

Baoshu seemed to know what Qi Nian was going to do, and shouted loudly: "No!"

But just as he finished speaking, a hoarse voice came from Qi Nian's mouth.

"Om!"

In the early years, there was a legend in the practice world about the Buddhist sect who bit off his tongue and swallowed it into his stomach in order to practice the closed-mouth meditation, and many great practitioners of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism have come forward to prove that this legend is not false Since then, practitioners all over the world have admired Qi Nian's heart of seeking Buddha, and this also makes people speculate on the difficulty of practicing closed-mouth meditation.

But today, Qi Nian spoke in front of many people. Although it was just a very simple syllable, although the voice was hoarse and unpleasant, the Buddha power contained in it made everyone in the room feel terrified.

Yu Lanling stopped shaking, turned into a handleless giant sword and merged into the torrent without sharp breath, but Ning Que under the umbrella knew clearly that the big black umbrella could not stop the sword.

(I'm not short, I'm long!!!)

(End of this chapter)