Nine Sun Dragon God

Chapter 141
call!
On the side of Zhao Teng's body, a black light flashed from the sky, it was Zhao Hao's demon-binding net, trying to bind Xiao Yun in the air.

"This thing has been nourished in my dantian for thirty years. It is refined according to the relics of the ancestors. Not to mention a spiritual spring monk, even a monster in the cave can be trapped and killed!"

Zhao Hao still sat cross-legged inside the [-]-foot-high stone carving, he only looked under his eyes, and then looked away.

In his opinion, there is no need to leave that person with the opportunity to engrave his name, the demon-binding net will bring him down.

call!
As the black mist approached, a ten-foot-wide net enveloped Xiao Yun's surroundings and completely locked him inside.

"fall!!"

Zhao Hao's expression was gloomy and cold, he made a formula in his palm, spit out a word suddenly, turned his hands over, and pressed down suddenly.

When his words dissipated in the gust of wind, Xiao Yun's figure was completely covered by the black net, falling straight down from this thousand-foot-high sky!

"That person's ranking has changed...what's going on?"

The monks who were watching the light changes on the ice wall below were wondering why Xiao Yun's light group corresponding to the ice wall suddenly stagnated, and then saw that the ranking began to drop, and it dropped rapidly!

This scene made many people surprised and looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Heh... most likely because they encountered powerful stone carvings or were shot down!"

"I still thought that this year's cold abyss trial would kill a dark horse, what a pity!"

……

In the sky, the cold wind swept across the room, Xiao Yun was trapped by the black net, and he couldn't stop falling.

This made him quite puzzled, and he became angry at the three people from the ancient Zhao Kingdom who made the move before.

Xiao Yun frowned, and when he looked up, there was a vast black mist, and the haunting sounds were mostly evil sounds.

Like being in a nightmare, the soul is gradually being squeezed!

Sweeping through his divine sense, Xiao Yun immediately activated his cultivation.

The vitality of the whole body was mobilized in an instant, and the power of Zhiyang gushed out from the dantian, and the holy elephant collapsed at this moment.

"Huh? Interesting, trying to break my treasure?

Zhao Hao frowned and smiled.

He immediately locked his hands together, made a strange mark, and suddenly clenched his fists!
In the eyes of Zhao Yang and Zhao Teng, the magic weapon of their Three Emperor Brothers is quite impressive, even if Xiao Yun tried his best, he still couldn't struggle out.

And the black net is gradually shrinking at this moment, when Xiao Yun falls to the ground, he will be turned into a puddle of flesh!
Bang! !

An ear-shattering sound suddenly echoed around the ice wall, and the cold wind stopped it!
Xiao Yun's fists were shining, he summoned up his strength, broke through a corner of the black net, and stretched out his hand.

"puff--"

Zhao Hao's eyes widened suddenly, strands of blood burst out, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and almost fell from the stone carving.

He looked angrily at the direction of Xiao Yun's fall, and raised his palm to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"This voice... Could it be?!"

When Zhao Yang heard the sound of cloth being torn, he was startled and shocked.

The origin of the magic weapon of his Three Emperor Brothers was very clear to Zhao Yang. He had seen it with his own eyes before, and Zhao Hao used this net to restrain a big monster in the cave.

Zhao Yang was puzzled, he didn't dare to imagine what kind of physical body Xiao Yun had and what kind of kung fu he had displayed to be able to blast through that treasure?

Oh!

Xiao Yun pulled along the trend, and the cultivation in his palm exploded, tearing out an extremely long crack in the big black net, and then he jumped out!
The height at this moment is already below a thousand feet.

While falling at this extreme speed, Xiao Yun's eyes flashed, and he caught a glimpse of a stone carving below, and immediately pressed his body against it.

click~
As soon as he fell into the place where the stone carvings were, Xiao Yun felt that the chill surrounding him dropped sharply, as if he had come to a peaceful place, and the sound of Sanskrit chanting sutras echoed in his ears.

"It was engraved by Buddhist monks..."

Xiao Yun had a clear understanding in his heart, and he grabbed the edge of the stone carving desperately with one hand, and immediately a lot of ice particles exploded and fell rustlingly.

This is the word "jue", revealing an aura that can break through the avenue, on the ice wall condensed by frost, there is a slight steaming precious light.

As Xiao Yun's divine sense enveloped him, he actually noticed that the inscription was extremely deep, and it seemed that there was a kind of fate that almost penetrated the ice wall!

"This person's karma is profound, but he only leaves his name here..."

After a long while, his consciousness swept across the stone carvings, Xiao Yun frowned and meditated.

Suddenly, a majestic force struck and rushed straight to his sea of ​​consciousness, as if an invisible wind blade was colliding, wanting to crush it completely!
At the same time, a Buddha's name pierced the sky, and the sound pierced through the cold abyss, echoing for a long time.

At this moment, it almost attracted the attention of everyone around Han Yuan, everyone was shocked and surprised!
"It's nine hundred feet high!!"

"Is this Buddha's voice the 'forbidden zone'?"

"It is rumored that those who are unlucky will fall into the sky if they encounter a Buddhist stone carving when they pass nine hundred feet!"

……

Ling Luo frowned, showing a look of shock, and then looked into the clouds thousands of feet high on the ice wall, the same astonished expression of Tian Han Daoist, although it was fleeting, Ling Luo still saw it.

"Is that little boy a lay disciple in Buddhism? How did he get such a violent reaction from that Buddha's name..."

Wu Zhenxie was silent for a while, wondering.

"Old poison, I'm afraid you went there, and you won't last ten breaths there, right?"

Slightly calming down, the boy in red opened his mouth lightly, cast a sidelong glance at Wu Zhenxie, and then looked at Xiao Yun, whose body was hanging on the ice wall while holding the edge of the stone carving with one hand.

At this moment, Xiao Yun's mind was completely drawn into the world of stone carvings!
……

At the foot of a big snow mountain.

There is no sunlight, only the lingering cold wind blowing, snowflakes flying all over the sky.

There is a mountain gate here, with hundreds of stone steps winding down.

Snow covered mountain road.

At the end, there is a bald man, wearing only a monk's robe, kneeling in the snow with a woman in his arms.

The woman was seriously injured, as if she was dead, her face seemed to be cut by a sword, and blood remained at the corner of her mouth. She was enveloped by the man's vitality, and tried his best to protect her from the cold air here.

On the top of the stone steps, on the plaque of the mountain gate, there are two large characters shining with ice blue light, which can be seen to be inlaid with strange gemstones.

Those two characters are "poor family".

There are two monks standing on the left and right below, dressed in uniform snow-white Taoist robes, looking at the two people in the distance below, seeming to have pity.

call!
A gust of cold wind came from the sky, amidst the snow and mist, a group of people and horses appeared, they were monks from poor families who had returned to their sect.

"This person hasn't left yet?"

Several monks walked up the stairs surrounded by an old man in white robes. One of the young men caught a glimpse of the bald man at the side, looked at the person in his arms, and said in amazement.

"See the suzerain, the young sect! This man knelt for ten days and did not get up. He came to pray for the coffin."

The disciple by the door immediately stepped forward, bowed his head and cupped his fists and said.

"Hey, how can a divine coffin be such a desirable thing? But this bhikkhu can stay in the snow in my poor family for ten consecutive days, wearing only an inch, and it is considered a miracle!"

The young monk frowned and said.

Most of the monks looked sad and turned sideways, unwilling to say anything more.

The bald man was already numb from the cold, and his black eyebrows were covered with white snow.

But when he saw a person walking in front of the stone steps, and seeing his clothes, he guessed that he must be a big shot in the poor family, so he couldn't help being extremely excited.

"Xiao Ru, we have hope! We are saved!!"

The man was emotionally violent. He watched the woman in his arms say this, and looked at the monk in front of him happily, but the woman did not respond.

Kneeling on the snow, he knelt forward little by little, and said excitedly: "My lords! I beg you to borrow the little monk's coffin, only for a thousand years!"

It is not uncommon for a poor family to have a coffin of an extremely cold god. Almost every day, monks come to ask for a coffin, so that the coffin can keep the body from decaying for thousands of years!

"Stop! If you dare to step forward, break your legs immediately! Trying to get your hands on the coffin of the gods, and you only borrow a thousand years? What nonsense are you talking about?"

Seeing the monk kneeling and about to get to the suzerain, a monk with a horse face immediately took a step forward, pointed at him, and yelled at him sharply.

"Hey..." The old man in white robe raised his hand, shook his head slightly, looked at the man kneeling not far away and said, "Old man, let me ask you, where did you come from? If you want to borrow my sect's artifact, can you take it?" What can I exchange for?"

"It's just a bald donkey, why should Master bother with him?"

Behind him, the horse-faced monk was puzzled.

"My lord, this little monk is from the Western Lands, and I just want to borrow your precious sect's artifact!"

The man tried to calm himself down, looked at the old man sincerely and said.

"Xitu? There are three sects and [-] monasteries in Xitu Buddhism. Which temple do you... come from?"

The patriarch of the poor family stroked his beard slightly, frowned and said.

"Lingtai Hanchan Temple! How about borrowing your noble sect's coffin for a thousand years to light the lamp with this little monk?"

The man responded eagerly, freed up a hand, took out a bronze lamp from his arms, and slowly presented it.

The moment the bronze lamp appeared, Xiao Yun's mind trembled wildly!
This lamp...is exactly the same as his ancient bronze lamp! !

"Haha! Even a broken lamp is trying to borrow a coffin for a thousand years. Isn't this bald donkey stupid?"

When the monk was neutral, there was a jeer.

"Not enough."

The patriarch shook his head and sighed.

These words were like a thunderbolt from the snow, the man who was so excited, his whole body froze when he heard it, the hand holding the bronze lamp was trembling, and he shrank back sadly.

"My lord...do you want Yuanjing?"

The bald man asked with a trembling voice, already half disappointed in his heart.

"Yuanjing? This bald donkey is clearly here to humiliate the suzerain!"

"If I didn't pay attention to this kind of person, I thought that I could win sympathy by bringing a dead person to the mountain gate, hum!"

The patriarch of the poor family frowned, and sighed slowly: "Forget it, since you are a member of the Lingtai sect of the Western Land, I will not go around in circles anymore. As long as you have 300% of the thousand-year luck in the Lingtai and your abbot's Nirvana Buddha Fruit, then you can borrow the gods." [-] years in the coffin..."

"Thousand-year luck? This is not allowed! No..."

The bald man seemed to be in a panic, with a distressed expression, and suddenly didn't know what to do.

"Then there's nothing to say."

Hearing the words, the patriarch of the poor family had neither joy nor sorrow on his face, he waved his sleeves and turned around to leave.

"My lord, stop! My monk... I have a relic, plus my Nirvana fruit!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed.

Among them, the sharp-tongued man raised his long horse face, looked at people with his nostrils at this moment, and said coldly: "You are not ashamed! You bald donkey in the early days of Lingquan, where did you come from Nirvana Buddha? You are full of nonsense, when I The humble family is easy to bully, isn't it!"

"Hey brother, don't get angry."

The young man who was called "Shaozong" turned around and persuaded him.

"Please forgive me, my lord! Forgive me..."

The bald man bowed his head and took out a wooden box, about half the size of a palm, unpretentious.

"bring here!"

The horse-faced monk quickly took the wooden box from the man's hand, then turned around and nodded, and handed it to the white-robed old man respectfully: "Master, please have a look!"

The patriarch shook his head, frowned and opened the wooden box, only glanced at it, and then closed it.

"Forget it, make an oath that you can borrow it for 30 years."

Looking down at the young monk on the ground, the patriarch of the humble family spoke lightly.

"Is it only 30 years... good!"

There were tears in the man's eyes and bitterness in his heart.

Hearing the words, he slowly stretched out his hand, raised his finger and danced towards the void, and pieces of handwriting appeared.

After the oath was written, the man slapped his chest with his palm and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The handwriting was gleaming with blood, and immediately disappeared into nothingness, blown away by the wind and snow.

Seeing the bald man finish his oath, the old man in white robe shook his head, sighed slightly, turned and walked towards the mountain gate.

There were tears in the man's eyes, he didn't know whether it was excitement or disappointment, he immediately stood up, hunched his back slightly, and walked forward with the person in his arms.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, the horse-faced monk who had been sneering before came over, stopped in the middle of the stone steps, and said: "If the coffin seeker wants to enter the sect, he must leave a clear name on the mountain!"

"Brother, why make things difficult for him?"

The humble young master turned around, quite puzzled by this senior brother.

"Junior brother, look at what you said. After you were elected as the young sect, you don't understand your brother's hard work! I'm doing this for his own good. If he can't engrave his name on the snow mountain, it means that he has no There is a way to endure the coldness of the divine coffin!"

The horse-faced youth turned to look sideways, and said with a big smile.

"it is good……"

The bald man was silent, and after a long time spit out a word.

He squatted down, looked at the person in his arms tenderly, placed her gently in the snow, then got up and walked towards the big snow mountain next to the mountain gate.

At the top of the stone steps of the mountain gate, the white-robed old man and his party suddenly stopped. He turned and looked down, his eyes focused on the bald man.

He didn't stop it, as if this was a due test.

And that big snow mountain, I don't know how high it is, piercing into the sky, it is extremely huge!
But in fact, it is difficult to engrave characters on the mountain, because the cold wind is so strong at this time, snowflakes are flying everywhere, covering the branches, and the inscriptions will be filled with heavy snow.

boom!
For a moment, almost no one noticed, the bald man disappeared from the spot after being silent, and the flying snow circled in the sky, roaring and spreading around.

In the next instant, his figure appeared at a height of about nine hundred feet!

"Flying is quite fast, but if you want to engrave characters, it's hard to say... Ha ha!"

The horse-faced monk put his hands on his sleeves and said quite proudly.

Boom! !

When the bald man moved his cultivation base, pointed at the snow mountain with all his strength, and carved his first stroke, the snow mountain started to make a commotion, the sky was full of rocks rolling down, and the earth and structures were destroyed!
boom! !

When the man engraved the second stroke, large pieces of the mountain broke off and fell away.

It's white snow for green hills.

"Xiao Ru! If you persist for another 30 years, I will definitely wake you up and bring you back to life!!"

The bald man roared up to the sky, his emotions were extremely agitated at this moment, almost mobilizing all the vitality in his body, and even more majestic precious light lit up from his dantian, illuminating all directions!

boom!
As he carved his last stroke across the air, an invisible aura dissipated from his fingertips, and his whole body quietly floated down and returned to the snow.

The moment he landed, everyone's expressions changed drastically. They saw that the big snow mountain seemed to be flattened, and most of the mountain was shaken off by the bald man's inscription.

And the characters he carved emit bright Buddha light, accompanied by bursts of Sanskrit sounds, which are extremely brilliant at the height of nine hundred feet.

"Sleep……"

The horse-faced monk was shocked, took a deep breath, and looked at the bald man with complicated eyes.

At this moment, the bald man was surrounded by precious light, exuding an indescribable Buddha charm. He picked up the woman and climbed firmly to the mountain gate step by step.

"Taoism in the world is all related to the law, what a Lingtai sect..."

The patriarch of the poor family murmured, turned around and flicked his clothes away, followed by his disciples.

……

A strong buzz sounded, and Xiao Yun felt his world spinning for a while, and his mind became much clearer. When he looked again, his mind had returned to reality.

"What I saw just now... is the memory of this Buddha's name!"

Xiao Yun was surprised, held back some guesses at this moment, took a deep breath, and jumped up with strength.

Soar up again, straight up to nine days!
……

(End of this chapter)