Journey to the West: Asking the Heavens

Chapter 106 Divine Sword Royal Lightning True Secret
"The Nine Heavens Profound Temple, turned into a divine thunder.

Huanghuang Tianwei, lead him with the sword! "

Mo Yuan chanted the magic formula in his mouth, and the mana around his body rolled, the green light of the Dragon Slaying Sword was restrained to the extreme, the blade hummed, and a mysterious and abnormal fluctuation was transmitted to the sky.

"Boom!"

In the bright and clear sky, there was a sudden thunder, and in the next moment, large swathes of dark clouds gathered on the top of Mount Sumi, and the entire sky became extremely dark.

In the dark clouds, electric lights pierced the sky, and the thunder continued to roar, which contained a heart-pounding majestic power. It seemed that in the next moment, these countless lightning and thunders would come to the world and destroy the world. .

"Excalibur True Art of Thunder Control!" Faxiang exclaimed in surprise. He never thought that he would see this famous and terrifying sword art on Mount Sumeru, let alone that this sword The trick was actually performed by such a big kid!
Pu Fang also looked up at the sky, the howling wind made his red cassock rattling, only to hear the old monk sigh: "Taoism's true method, the power of nine heavenly thunderbolts, is really unpredictable."

After saying this, the old monk's aura surged all over his body, and he looked like a vajra staring at him, but he saw the golden bowl of the stupa in his palm flying out of thin air and hovered above his head. He folded his hands together, nodded slightly, and shouted: "Yan, well , eh, ba, mi, moo!"

The six-character Great Brightness Mantra was spit out, and the endless Buddha light emanating from the monk's body was suddenly collected together. Behind him, it condensed into a huge golden Buddha with a height of more than ten feet. The golden Buddha held the golden bowl of the Buddha with one hand, Holding flowers with one hand, and a peaceful smile on his face with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but anyone can feel that this golden Buddha contains powerful magic power enough to collapse mountains and seas.

Seeing the extraordinary power of the golden Buddha across the sky, the Dragon Slaying Sword in Mo Yuan's hand suddenly trembled, booming!
Among the turbulent dark clouds, a flash of white lightning suddenly struck down, and all of them landed on the Dragon Slaying Sword.

Mo Yuan's whole body was suddenly covered by lightning, his clothes bulged up, his eyes were round, and his face was full of solemnity. It was obvious that the magic sword of Yu Lei was not a small loss for him.

"Go to me!"

With a loud shout, Mo Yuan drew the sword art with his left hand, and the thunder and lightning on the dragon-slaying sword immediately shot towards the Pufang monk. Along the way, the mountains, rocks, earth and trees were destroyed by the hot and violent breath above the thunder Exhausted, leaving a dark and hot road mark.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Pufang uttered the Buddha's chant for a long time, and in an instant, the golden Buddha seemed to come alive. The huge palm held the golden bowl of the Buddha and stretched it out flatly, blocking it directly in front of the thunderbolt. On the golden bowl of the Buddha , The Buddha's light gathered, and a golden ten thousand character unexpectedly emerged!
Boom!

There was a loud bang, but it was the golden Buddha colliding with the thunder. At this moment, time seemed to stand still. On Mount Sumeru, the white light and golden light shone together, so dazzling that it almost covered the sun in the sky.

The collision of Taoism's highest law and Buddhism's supreme mantra, two shocking forces competed on Mount Sumeru, and the aftermath of terrifying mana swept up an endless gust of wind, and the ground within a radius of one hundred feet suddenly collapsed, and huge cracks spread all over the ground under the feet The ground, and even the courtyard wall of the Little Tianyin Temple in the distance also collapsed.

Rocks flew across the sky, smoke and dust filled the air, and it took a long time for the strange visions in the sky to gradually dissipate.

dang dang...

There was a crisp sound of metal falling to the ground, but it was the golden bowl of the pagoda falling from the sky. The golden bowl is now black and swarthy, with a piece missing on the edge. It no longer has the majesty of the Buddha just now, but it looks like a beggar for begging. Broken bowl.

On both sides of the war, Mo Yuan held the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, his face was pale and tight, and he was panting heavily. Although this divine sword can control thunder from the sky, it can attract thunder from the nine heavens to fall on the sword. It consumes a lot of energy and physical strength, and those with weaker bodies can't use this sword art at all.

As for Pufang Shenshen, his appearance is extremely miserable now. The majestic golden Buddha has long since been smashed into thin air by the force of thunder, and his scarlet cassock has also disappeared. It became scorched black, and as for the mountain path where he was standing, it collapsed into a large hole with a radius of one foot.

There was still a little blood on the corner of his mouth, but he was injured a little by the Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue.

Originally, Pu Fang thought that relying on the six-character Great Brightness Mantra and the Buddha Golden Bowl would be enough to resist the divine sword's true art of controlling thunder, but who would have thought that in this thunderbolt, there was actually an indomitable and absolute sword intent hidden in it, matched with the violent With the power of thunder, the golden Buddha was smashed into pieces in the first instant, and the golden bowl was knocked into the air.

Fortunately, after the consumption of these two, the remaining thunder power is not too much, and Pu Fang has a profound way, so he took it.

"Master, I've accepted it!" Mo Yuan put the Zhanlong sword into its sheath, cupped his hands and bowed to each other.

There was a wry smile on Pufang's face. As one of the four great monks of Tianyin Temple, he was famous all over the world. He painstakingly practiced Dafan Prajna for hundreds of years, but he was defeated by a young disciple of Qingyunmen. He underestimated his opponent and never let go of his full strength, but he was defeated when he lost, which is really too embarrassing.

Above Tianyin Temple below, there are already many golden Buddha lights coming through the sky, but it is the other old monks and advanced disciples of Tianyin Temple who have noticed the movement on the mountain and want to go up the mountain to find out.

Just at this moment, an old voice suddenly came from the Little Tianyin Temple behind Mo Yuan: "Amitabha, there is nothing wrong here, everyone, go back."

The powerful mana transmitted this voice to every part of Mount Sumeru, and the echoes of this voice were everywhere in the sky and the earth.

The Buddha's light that was originally coming towards the mountain turned back after hearing the words, and none of them rushed forward.

Mo Yuan heard it clearly, the voice clearly belonged to the abbot Puhong, he must have seen the fight between himself and Pufang, and if he didn't come out to stop, he must have thought of asking Pufang to teach him a lesson. Unfortunately, the old monk was disappointed.

Pu Hong called out the group of monks and said nothing more, Pu Fang looked at Mo Yuan, his face was full of bitterness, and he said: "Little benefactor Mo is so young, his practice is so profound, he is not inferior to the old monk, in time, he must To be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Patriarch Qingye of your sect is really a blessing for the common people, and a blessing for my righteous path."

In terms of cultivation alone, the fourth level of Moyuan Taiji Xuanqing Dao Shangqing Realm is indeed inferior to this old monk, but the gap is also extremely limited. Soldiers, used to display the Excalibur Yu Lei Zhen Jue, superimposed in twos, the power doubled, and Mo Yuan could win a small victory.

"The master praised it absurdly, and the disciple was just a fluke." Mo Yuan said modestly, he would naturally act good if he got the advantage.

"The old monk has lost his composure, so he doesn't talk too much to the little benefactor. It is difficult for the little benefactor to come to Mount Sumeru so easily. In the past few days, I have asked Dharma to take you to visit the scenic spots on the mountain, and give pointers to all the disciples in the temple." Pu Fang said. .

Mo Yuan cupped his hands and said, "Then I would like to thank Master for his kindness."

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(End of this chapter)