Sweeping Monk, Go Down the Mountain at Full Level

"You are... Xuan Kong!!"

Wutian Mo Luo tilted his neck and grinned: "Only you, dare to stop this seat"

Xu Changsheng shook his head in disappointment, and said, "Full of demons, Moruo, you should let Wutian come out and talk to the poor monk."

Wutian Moruo's face flashed a double image, and it turned into a black-haired Wutian again.

"Xuankong, I didn't expect it to be you."

"No, this seat should have thought it was yours."

Unlike the arrogant and demonic Mara, Wutian is more composed and calm, with little change in expression on his face.

Xu Changsheng nodded and said, "It's me, I said goodbye to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. I didn't expect thirty-three days to pass."

Buddha Wutian showed a gratified smile: "The thirty-three days are fleeting, which shows that I have not misunderstood you. Not only has your Buddhist realm soared, but you have also become a chess player from a bystander."

Xu Changsheng said: "The poor monk also doesn't want to enter the game, but with great momentum, he doesn't want to be a chess piece, so he can only be a chess player."

Wutian Buddha murmured: "I don't want to be a chess piece... We... chess players, aren't we chess pieces in another big chess game?"

Xu Changsheng said: "Buddha Wutian, talking too much is useless, let's do it."

Buddha Wutian smiled and said, "It seems that you are so confident that you have collected seventeen ancient Buddha relics."

"Okay! Let me take a look at how strong the seventeen ancient Buddha relics can be!"

"Dark abyss, lawless!"

Wutian Buddha shouted and spread his arms.

The abyss of darkness behind him, like the giant mouth of the supreme demon, is savagely cracked, and endless demonic energy is gushing out.

"boom......"

Infiltrated by the shadow of the Buddha for thousands of years, and blessed by the sound of the ten thousand Buddhas, it has long been no less than a majestic hall of congenital spiritual treasures, and it almost exploded.

The purple-black tide of demonic energy rushed from behind Wutian Buddha like a flood to Xu Changsheng.

This is the purest power.

What magical powers, what magic techniques, have long since been transformed into the most primitive Qi and drowned.

"Buddha Dharma is boundless, Maha is boundless! Om Om Hum!!"

Xu Changsheng exploded thunder on the tip of his tongue and stood up with one hand.

Behind him, the Buddha's light burst out, a golden body shrouded in dazzling light, like the rising sun.

It was a red-gold Buddha who was six feet tall, and with a flat push, it collided with the magical tide of the dark abyss.

"Boom"

The sky trembled, like the movement of opening up the world.

A force that destroys the sky and destroys the earth, destroying the four walls, forming a shock wave intertwined with purple and gold, sweeping across the thirtieth heaven.

Just the aftermath, swept the Western Heaven crowd thousands of miles away, making them cough.

The dojo at the top of Lingshan was torn apart, rolling boulders, from the [-]th Heaven, along the mountain, to the foot of the [-]th Heaven.

"God fights!"

Xu Changsheng took the lead in rushing to the sky, breaking into the thirty-second heaven.

Suddenly, the sky was under great pressure.

Xu Changsheng revolves immeasurable Buddha's Yuan Gong, trillions of Buddha's shadows in his body, and recites the scriptures.

There are also eighteen relics of great freedom branded by the ancient Buddha, urging eighteen kinds of supreme Buddha Dharma and wonderful techniques to tear apart the prohibition of the sky.

In an instant, Xu Changsheng successfully entered the [-]rd Heaven.

The sky darkened immediately, and the endless starry sky was deep and boundless, and the stars and rivers shone.

Here is like the universe, a huge and boundless golden Buddha, sitting on the rotating nebula.

The two thick palms of the golden Buddha lie flat on the knees.

In the hands of a red gold Buddha, holding a piece of soil, planted a Bodhi tree.

There are stone tables and chairs under the tree, and two old men in old clothes are playing chess.

If you look closely at the chessboard on the stone table, you will find that the latitude and longitude on the chessboard are like mountains and rivers on the earth.

Each piece represents a race.

The entire chessboard is actually a real world.

Two old men in old clothes are using heaven and earth as a chessboard and all living beings as chess pieces, playing chess for fun! "Zhunti, it's interesting, these two little guys have hit the [-]rd heaven."

One of the old men in old clothes, holding the sunspot, said with a smile.

I saw that his face was of pain, with a fleshy bun on his top, and his appearance was somewhat similar to the Buddha statue of Amitabha Buddha enshrined in the heavens and the world.

Beside this old monk, there is also a treasure pond in which Qianye golden lotus is swaying.

Another old man, with a yellow face and thin body, white hair, and the appearance of immortal style, said: "Jie Yin, one of the little friends who has a relationship with me, let them go."

Daoist Zhunti held Baizi in his hand, and with the other hand he grabbed the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and painted it on the starry sky.

Sitting in the nebula, the stars surround the meat bun and the Maha golden body of the Buddha wheel behind the head, disappearing.

Xu Changsheng and Wutian reached the [-]rd Heaven.

Naturally, they did not see the Daoist Receiver and the Daoist quasi-daoist, but they fought each other fiercely.

After a few rounds, Wutian Buddha was at a disadvantage, not Xu Changsheng's opponent.

"The poor monk is not a fusion of ancient Buddha relics, but refining.

And the number of ancient Buddha relics is not seventeen, but eighteen!"

"So, you can't be a poor monk's opponent!"

"No Heaven...let the poor monk give you a ride."

Xu Changsheng was sitting in the void of the Milky Way, sitting on his knees, with a dignified appearance, and reciting the true scriptures.

In an instant, the entire thirty-third heaven, Sanskrit sounds lingered, trillions of Buddha shadows, reflected in the deep universe, all over the void, forming a vast Buddha country.

"This is...what Dharma!"

Wutian Buddha had to admit that when he saw the trillions of Buddha shadows, he was frightened.

Trillions of Buddha shadows, reciting Buddhist scriptures together, Sanskrit sound echoes in the void of the universe.

At this time, Xu Changsheng sacrificed the relic of Da Zizai.

Da Zizai relics, divided into nineteen, become nineteen relics.

Eighteen of them are the relics of the ancient Buddhas such as the Burning Lamp Buddha, the Dead Buddha, the Longguang Buddha, and the King Buddha of the World.

There is also a 1, which is Xu Changsheng's own relic.

Nineteen relics, like nineteen golden stars, fixed in the void, spurting nineteen rays of Buddha's light, shining on the demon body of Wutian Buddha.

"Ah... roar... Amitabha..."

The godless Buddha made a screaming sound.

All of a sudden he turned into black hair without heaven, suddenly into white clothes without heaven, and suddenly into Wu Tian Moruo.

The three forms alternated continuously, and the red lotus karmic fire and the nine-color Buddha fire were ignited on the body.

The supreme power of the ancient Buddha relic is calcining the heavenless demon body, to kill him completely.

When Buddha Wutian became Mara, he roared hideously: "Little monk, do you think you can kill me!"

When he became white-robed Wutian, he had a peaceful face, stood in the raging fire, folded his hands together, and said, "Thank you, Lord, for being perfect, you still did it, and successfully stopped Wutian."

After that, Wutian in white clothes turned into Wutian with black hair.

The fire on Hei Fa Wutian became more intense, but he became more and more calm, and replied: "Xuankong, although I am defeated today, this is God's will."

"But...after Ah Shao's death, all living beings are like floating clouds in me. When I return to Lingshan, I just want revenge."

"Xuankong, you and I are just a chess piece."

His voice was engulfed by the raging Buddha's fire, and the body without heaven was completely burned into ashes, leaving only the ninth rank to destroy the black lotus.

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The ninth-rank destruction black lotus spins into the sky, trying to escape into the dark abyss.

"Want to go"

Xu Changsheng's eyes flashed, and he immediately shot, stopping the [-]th-Rank destroying Hei Lian.

"receive!"

Xu Changsheng threw the golden bowl of Daluo with one hand, urging the mighty Dharma, covering the ninth rank and destroying the black lotus.

With the other hand, he sacrificed the little Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree and swiped at the ninth grade to destroy the black lotus.

Seven rainbow lights, traversing the deep universe, brushed down the ninth grade and destroyed the black lotus.

The quality of the ninth-grade destruction of the black lotus is naturally above the small seven treasures wonderful tree, but it is now being controlled by no master, and it must not be able to withstand the means of a quasi-saint.

As soon as the ninth-grade destruction black lotus fell, Xu Changsheng's Daluo golden bowl was filled with golden light, rolled up the lotus platform, and put it into the bowl.

It's too late, it's too soon.

But in the blink of an eye, Xu Changsheng destroyed the black lotus of the ninth rank and captured it.

At this time, the system prompt sounded.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host, killing Wutian and gaining 300 billion cultivation points."

Xu Changsheng heard the system prompt sound, and his heart settled down, knowing that Wu Tianzhen had fallen.

"Wu Tian, ​​he can be regarded as the great devil of the heavens and the world. He can force the Tathagata Buddha to retreat and occupy the Lingshan Mountain for thirty-three days. What an achievement."

"As for this ninth-rank destroying black lotus, it should be the twelve-ranking world-destroying black lotus of the demon ancestor Rahu.

For some reason, the third-rank was cut off, and it became the ninth-rank destroying the black lotus."