Fu Canglu

Chapter 364

Inside the Darong Temple.

The man in white, holding the divine sword behind his back with one hand, raised his head slightly, looking up at the huge Buddha statue.

"It's still at the ninth rank"

The lord of the Great Bright Palace said indifferently: "Let's break through."

Qingshi took a deep breath.

The hands suddenly pressed down.

The energy is mighty like a galloping river, surging and colliding inside the two sleeves.

There were continuous muffled noises emanating from the torso of the huge Buddha statue, like a thunderous bombardment, and the entire Bodhisattva Buddha statue began to grow taller and larger.

In an instant, he broke through the ninth grade.

The sky over Darong Temple was full of wind and clouds, and it was in turmoil.

The huge Orb Bodhisattva is not a real body, but a virtual body. After expanding, half of the Big Banyan Temple behind Qingshi is included in his belly.

Such a vast scene is shocking.

The Lord of the Great Bright Palace remained expressionless.

He said calmly: "Buddha statues are emptiness, origin force is emptiness, and cause and effect are also emptiness."

"The banyan tree is real, the stele is real, and every plant and tree in this Darong Temple is real."

He smiled and said, "I won't hurt a single person here, a single grass, or a real thing."

Slightly clenched the hilt of the sword.

"Because my sword is an empty sword."

Qingshi raised his arms brazenly, and the green robe was torn inch by inch under the huge pressure of the roar.

Two Liuli Liuliu's arms were raised over his arms.

There was the sound of a majestic giant moving in the sky.

All four arms were raised following Qingshi's movements.

Qingshi slowly clenched his fists.

The Bodhisattva dharma slowly clenched his fists.

One side is kind and kind, and the other side is indifferent.

The two heads slowly turned their directions, squeezed together awkwardly, lowered their heads, and looked at the tiny white-clothed man below.

The man was dressed more than snow, and his robe was flying.

On Qingshi's arms, blue veins protruding like dragons bulged inch by inch, and the strips of green robes hanging on his arms were all shaken into powder in an instant.

Then he slammed his hands down!

Breakthrough all methods!

Two of the four lotus arms fell down at the same time!

In an instant, there was a crackling sound in the air.

In an instant, like two huge whips, they were about to fall on the head of the man in white.

But he didn't even draw his sword.

"laugh"

The two lotus arms that were about to fall were torn apart by the unprovoked sword energy.

It's not that it's torn by a single point, and ends up being cut in half.

Rather, it was so huge that the sword energy that completely tore the two arms apart, shattered in an instant, shattered in an instant, and turned the two arms into pieces in an instant.

nothingness!

The two arms that were cut off were lingering, floating loosely in the air.

Qingshi slammed his hands on the void, and then suddenly clasped his palms together.

The huge statue of Bodhisattva stood still.

Countless Buddha fortunes moved according to the mind, turning hundreds of feet in an instant, and circulating on the shoulders of Baozhu Bodhisattva, and the numerous Buddha fortunes instantly condensed into two brand new arms.

Qingshi took a deep breath.

Tan Tuo pressed his palm expressionlessly.

The two hands still maintain the posture of raising the top of the head, but the palms are stacked and the palms are facing the sky.

Then Baozhu Bodhisattva smiled and folded the two re-condensed arms on the palm of Tan Tuo.

Four palms stacked.

The air mechanism in the Darong Temple has already exceeded the range that the Ninth Grade Realm can bear.

The wall tiles in the temple were shaken by the strength of the bodhisattva's clasped palms. The tiny invisible debris was about to break away from the surface of the wall tiles, but was pressed against the surface by a powerful force and could not move.

The withered grass at the end of winter was extremely brittle, and it should have been broken by the powerful Yu Yi long ago, but a sword intent poured into it, so it straightened its spine.

Every plant and tree, every brick and tile.

As long as there is a body, even a winter worm, it has never been under any pressure.

The man in white had a calm expression on his face.

The huge bodhisattva has four palms stacked on top of his head.

Flip palms over.

Aim at the ground.

Press hard.

violent waves set off

A piece of black fell down in an instant.

Covered by the black shadow of the palm, the corners of the lips of the Lord of the Great Bright Palace raised slightly.

With a smile.

is a sneer.

Smile disdainfully.

Unruly.

A piece of darkness fell.

Then someone drew the sword.

There is a sword light flashing in the darkness.

The white-clothed figure was like an ancient god who had created the world for the first time. There was no giant ax in his hand, but only a sword. When the sword was pulled out, the blade was narrow, but when it fell, it was infinitely huge.

The beginning of darkness.

So there was light.

Yi Xiaoan was so shocked that his face turned pale, and he couldn't stand still.

Hiding behind the threshold of the Darong Temple, the little monks hiding behind the man in white fell to the ground one after another.

The man in white drew his sword from its scabbard.

It wasn't actually a sword.

Just empty air.

The pitch-black energy is like a hurricane, condensing into a sword shape.

The Bodhisattva with folded palms frowned.

Tan Tuo and Baozhu didn't feel any pain, their four arms pressed down firmly, and the vajra palm pressed on the tip of the sword.

What kind of majestic power is that?
Far beyond the ninth grade.

The short time has become long, as if the long river of time has stopped flowing.

The two Bodhisattvas looked at the far below with a little confusion. At the end of their arms, something broke the confinement, tearing from the bottom, and spreading all the way.

The four palms were torn apart by the sword energy.

The kind of rip that shatters completely.

Turned into the most primitive Buddha luck.

Then the sword energy swept upwards, following the trajectory of the man raising the sword

The shape of the sword condensed by the pitch-black primordial force was suddenly raised, tearing the whole world apart.

Then fell heavily.

Then cut in half.

The four arms of the horrifying Buddha statue with a size of tens of feet were torn apart and shattered by the mighty sword energy, and the huge Buddha luck bounced away when it came into contact with the sword energy.

The darkness receded, the Buddha's luck collapsed, and missiles flew around, like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

The lord of the Great Bright Palace has already taken away the Xu sword.

The smile on his face was still there, his hair fluttered, and his white robe fluttered.

This scene freezes.

He raised his head and looked at the Buddha face jokingly.

The posture is like a banished fairy.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

eliminate.

Tan Tuo Bodhisattva frowned, he turned his head slowly, looked at Jewel Bodhisattva, and saw that she was also puzzled.

Two symbiotic bodhisattvas, with two heads connected to the neck.

At the place where it took root at this moment, a black line suddenly appeared.

Then it was gone in a flash.

The two accompanying Buddha images were severed by a sword from the most symmetrical point in the center, and the two Bodhisattvas slowly collapsed as they looked at each other.

The lotus seat under the Bodhisattva was completely shattered.

The entire Darong Temple is full of magnificent Buddha luck.

Monk Qingshi took a deep breath with difficulty, his arms were bare, and he kept his palms together stiffly, and some thin strips of cloth fell from the air and draped softly on his arms.

The fingertips that touched together trembled a little.

The color of the vajra glaze flowing on the skin became pale, and the brows of the bluestone eyebrows were twisted together, as if they had been fished out of a water tank, and they were soaked and embarrassed.

The two Dharma statues above their heads collapsed with a bang.

Victory is decided.

The young supervisor of the Darong Temple is known as the "Zhong Bodhisattva" among the top evildoers of the younger generation, and the reincarnation of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Buddha luck was split by a sword.

With some difficulty, he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Not bright red.

But golden.

Buddha blood.

This is the real Buddha's blood coughed up from the lungs. The orthodox Vajra of Buddhism has such a strong physique. Being forced to this point is a real serious injury to his vitality.

The Buddha luck in the sky dances wildly like pear blossoms.

Qingshi took a deep breath.

The abdomen contracted slightly, and the two chopped-off bodhisattvas shrunk like blue smoke, and were slowly sucked into his lips, his throat buzzed, and he swallowed them into his stomach.

Then came the scattered Buddhist luck, like a whale swallowing a cow, not a drop left.

Only in this way did his complexion improve a little bit.

The man in white clothes and robes like a fairy said lightly: "Sometimes the truth in this world is so simple. If I want to borrow it, if you don't borrow it, I will call you to borrow it."

The lord of the Great Bright Palace paused.

He said calmly, "You're not the first person I've approached you. They didn't want to borrow it at first, but they all borrowed it later."

"If you don't want to borrow it, I'll take it." The man in white lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "You are more durable than them, and I have plenty of time."

Qingshi was pale.

He lowered his arms slowly.

Look around.

Every plant and tree in the Darong Temple is as before.

No real grass or tree is hurt.

Not even a single insect was damaged.

"Virtual Sword"

Qingshi muttered to himself.

Looking at the man again, there are many complicated meanings in the eyes.

It turned out that he had never had a sword in his scabbard.

Da Guangming Palace said in a waning mood: "Forget it, I'll take it myself."

Yi Xiaoan stepped forward suddenly, and the man in white robe gently raised an arm, and slapped his figure away from several meters away.

Qingshi laughed miserably.

His blue robe was torn, and it was not easy for his feet to support himself barely.

That person had already come in front of him.

The lord of the Great Bright Palace showed no expression on his face, stretched out two fingers, and lightly touched Qingshi's eyebrows.

Slightly hooked.

Qingshi's brow bulged into a bulge, and something was about to break open and come out with flesh and blood.

The white-robed man frowned and said, "If you take this drop of blood, you will fall out of rank nine."

So he paused slightly.

"You monsters are desperately trying to suppress yourself to the ninth rank, but it's a good thing to fall." He murmured, "It's just that I went there one by one and tried my best to force you to fight against me. How could you be allowed to fall again?"

The Lord of the Great Light Palace narrowed his eyes, and pressed his finger between Qingshi's eyebrows.

"I will lend you a drop of Bodhisattva's blood, and I will give you a bodhisattva plant."

Qingshi's pupils shrank slightly.

Two phantom images of bodhisattvas appeared in my mind, one of Tantra and the other of precious beads.

At this moment, a touch of Buddha transport came from that person's fingertips.

"After traveling so many places, I originally wanted to keep this Bodhisattva's Dharma image." The Lord of the Great Brightness Palace chuckled and said, "It seems useless now, so I might as well give it to you, so that you can enter the lower realm as soon as possible, and maybe it can help me war?"

The third Dharma image goes from shallow to deep, and finally condenses.

Holding a treasure seal.

It is Baoyin Bodhisattva.

After the white-robed man delivered the portrait, he mercilessly tore away that hand, even the flesh between the eyebrows.

A drop of extremely golden brow blood was pulled out by the hook.

With a wow, Qingshi spurted out a mouthful of blood, and couldn't stand up any longer, holding his belly with both hands, staggering to the ground.

The Lord of the Great Light Palace restrained his smile and held the drop of blood in his hand.

He narrowed his eyes and turned his head slowly, looking in a certain direction outside the temple, then suddenly frowned
A female figure rushed towards him.

Yi Xiaoan was not slapped away vigorously this time.

Instead, he rushed directly to nothing.

The figure in the white robe suddenly disappeared in place.

A strong wind suddenly blew through the Darong Temple, and the next moment the wind stopped suddenly, and the man reappeared, standing on the top of the pagoda.

The master of the Great Bright Palace held tightly the drop of "Bodhisattva's blood" on the blue stone, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, as if he was in a very good mood and didn't bother to worry about other trivial matters.

The wind picked up again.

Disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)