There are always fairies plotting against me

"What happened?"

"How would I know? Just watch..."

Amid the increasingly lively discussions in the stands, Zhou Yuanfu's expression, hidden among the audience, grew gloomy.

What else is there to do?

The Qinglian Secret Realm is in Mount Xumi, not Mount Jiuhua. Now Lu Jinan is facing Fan Zhouxing, so how can he enter the Qinglian Secret Realm?

Can I go now? Can I go now?

Zhou Yuanfu felt that it was time for him to leave. After all, if such an accident happened, how could he continue to fight in the Qinglian Secret Realm?

"Don't be impatient, everything will remain the same!"

The sudden voice in his mind made Zhou Yuanfu stiffen, and then he quickly relaxed his body.

The voice of the Holy Dragon Buddha.

Be calm and don't be anxious?

Can you guys move the Qinglian Secret Realm to Jiuhua Mountain?

Zhou Yuanfu sighed lightly and cast his gaze towards the arena in the center. Forget it, just consider it as collecting information about Lu Jinan's strength.

I hope that the unknown Buddhist disciple’s strength is worthy of the praise from Buddhism.

"Brother Bai, it looks like someone is the banker over there, do you want to bet?" someone said beside him.

"Yes," Zhou Yuanfu responded, "help me pledge 50 million high-grade spirit crystals to Lu Shengzi."

"I can't tell, Brother Bai has a rich family background."

"Just play around." Zhou Yuanfu glanced at Lu Jinan on the ring and felt a lot more relieved.

You, a righteous man, have to make money for me, a demon. When the Wuji Demon Sect becomes the ruler of the world in the future, you will have contributed to it. Hey.

After the people around him returned, Zhou Yuanfu casually asked, "How is it?"

"Most people are betting on Lu Shengzi—you bet the most. You can't make much money on this kind of game, but it would be fun if Lu Shengzi lost."

"How is that possible?" Zhou Yuanfu said noncommittally, "If he loses, I'll stand on my head and eat shit."

"Haha, then Brother Bai, you won't be able to eat it."

"nonsense."

On the Fire Phoenix Boat, Xiao Yinruo took a sip of tea and said, "Looks like someone's the banker. Don't you want to play?"

"It's boring." Pei Suoyu said lazily, "It's just a small fight. If it weren't for you causing trouble last night, I would have been the banker last night."

“Heh—·—·”

Xiao Yinruo looked at the arena below, his eyes flickering as he asked softly, "You said there would be some unexpected events?"

"Who knows?" Pei Wanyu took out a shadow-catching stone and threw it into the air: "Just look."

"Don't you think you're more like his mother?" Xiao Yinruo said, looking at the Shadow-Catching Stone. "Recording your 'son's' growth doesn't seem like a Taoist companion at all."

"What's wrong?"

"As long as you are happy."

Xiao Yinruo shook her head slightly and said no more.

Dongfang Xinglan also closed the book in his hand and came to the guardrail at this moment. From the noisy sound below, it was not difficult to judge that this Buddhist disciple was the strongest among the younger generation of Buddhism.

Just like she was in the Eastern Dynasty.

So he must be very strong - but she wants to understand Lu Jinan's strength through this battle.

There is no empty land under the reputation. How powerful will the Holy Son of Wandao Sect be?

This is related to her plan for the future of the Eastern Dynasty.

On the stage, Fan Zhouxing looked at Lu Jinan and slowly said, "Saint Lu, I'm sorry to bother you with a comment. What's the hurry?"

"Something happened at home." Lu Jinan said lightly.

Judging from Nanzhi's speed, he definitely hasn't reached Wandao Sect yet, so he has to rush back early.

Although the senior sister was temporarily "subdued" by him, she is a sadist by nature, and who knows how she will pick on Nanzhi.

It would be bad if a fire really broke out in the backyard.

Lu Jinan looked at Fan Zhouxing and said, "I know you are very strong, so you don't have to hide your weakness. Let's fight quickly and decisively."

He took out the certificate of the underworld and pointed the tip of the sword at Fan Zhouxing.

Fan Zhouxing clasped his hands together and said, "Saint Lu, you are joking. Although the inheritance of Mount Xumi is profound, what I can learn is ultimately limited.

Xumi Mountain has been passed down to this day, with a total of eighteen immortal methods and one hundred and eight unique skills. I started learning at the age of three, but unfortunately, my talent is dull and I have only learned the basics of the immortal methods and only a few magical skills.

"Are you usually this long-winded?"

Lu Jinan, who interrupted his voice, arrived instantly. The moment the domain expanded, it was filled with sword energy that could break through the boundary, and there was a murderous intent between heaven and earth.

Fan Zhouxing's expression remained unchanged, his white monk robe bulged, and when he stretched out his arms, golden Sanskrit runes appeared, and the light flowed, forming his own territory.

In the realm, Sanskrit words condensed into a picture, and six golden halos appeared in the picture, representing gods, humans, Asuras, souls, hungry ghosts, and animals.

The six realms of reincarnation are the realm of Fanzhouxing’s rules.

The Six Paths Code is presented in the form of a Buddha image, and in a moment of twists and turns, it directly confronts Lu Jinan's sword field.

The area between the collisions suddenly burst into brilliant spiritual light, and Lu Jinan's sword domain, which was formed with the realm-breaking state of mind as its core, creaked.

His realm of breaking through boundaries was originally imitated, and he himself had not reached this realm. Therefore, he was directly at a disadvantage when facing Fan Zhouxing's realm of six reincarnations.

This was within his expectations, so he didn't care.

Lu Jinan took a step forward, and the five Dao Palaces in his body roared and burst out with surging energy like a red sun.

This caused sharp and shrill cries to be heard from the hell and hungry ghost realms where Fanzhouxing was.

The Netherworld Certificate disappeared in his hands, and the sword domain was replaced by the domain of rules centered on time, space, life and death. It seemed to form a world of its own as it evolved.

Lu Jinan took another step, and the distance to the certificate of the underworld was reached in the blink of an eye.

The punch carried the power to shatter mountains and rivers, and seemed to carry the power of a world, breaking through Fan Zhouxing's territory in an instant.

Fan Zhouxing's mind moved. His understanding of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was definitely not low, so there was only one reason why Domain was no match for him: Lu Jinan mastered more advanced rules.

He felt the desire of the "creatures" in the three evil paths of the six paths of reincarnation to escape into Lu Jinan's territory, and sighed in his heart.

The way that Lu Jinan practices is truly magnificent.

In their first fight in the grove, the opponent didn't use his full strength.

A thought passed through his mind, and Fan Zhouxing put his hands together. The six paths of reincarnation reunited to form a dark vortex. Just looking at this vortex, it was as if he was trapped in an endless cycle of reincarnation, and he forgot himself in the paralysis.

"Sinking in the sea of ​​suffering, saving all living beings!"

Ghosts who had experienced endless reincarnation and suffering swept out from the vortex. They were all demons and evil spirits that Fan Zhouxing had suppressed over the years.

The pent-up resentment in the cycle of reincarnation erupted at this moment and was liberated in the most violent way through Lu Jinan's hands.

Taking advantage of the moment when Lu Jinan paused in his fist, Fan Zhouxing slid out like a mountain civet cat, avoiding his attack.

Lu Jinan retracted his fist and casually waved away the remaining ghosts.

But there still seemed to be a lingering cold and desolate sound in my ears.

Fan Zhouxing's magic may seem like golden Buddhist teachings, but it actually contains an endless eerie aura that can not only penetrate the body, but also affect the soul.

It’s like... an alternative Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Lu Jinan turned around and looked at Fan Zhouxing, who was wearing a white robe, without much emotion in his heart.

Although Buddhist magic is full of bright compassion and great power, it is always accompanied by killing, hatred,

Suffering and these things.

If there were no birth, old age, sickness and death, no suffering, and the world was full of joy, who could Buddha save?

In this case, who would believe in Buddhism?

Therefore, the six realms of reincarnation in Buddhism, namely hell, hungry ghosts, and animals, are all more evil than the previous one.

Recalling Fan Zhouxing's evasive movements just now, Lu Jinan knew that he was using the Divine Foot Power, one of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, so he said calmly: "Use the rest of your abilities."

Fan Zhouxing clasped his hands together and said, "Saint Lu is so powerful that I am astonished."

As he spoke, he closed his eyes, and Buddha's light appeared around him again. The six realms of reincarnation reappeared, but this time they did not merge into one. Instead, they all flowed into Fan Zhouxing's body.

When he opened his eyes again, the Bodhisattva in Fanzhouxing's left eye lowered his eyebrows, the Vajra in his right eye glared, and his hands were clasped together in the ancient Sanskrit seal. A divine tower with divine light flowing all over its body suddenly rose from the ground, and the base of the tower covered the arena. Lu Jinan floated in the air and looked at this magnificent eight-story tower.

There are eight floors in the tower, and each floor houses a phantom statue. Some are solemn and sacred, while others are filled with ominous aura. They are all the most famous Buddhas and Asuras in Buddhism throughout history.

Fan Zhouxing looked up at Lu Jinan and said, "I have used the way of reincarnation to create the phantoms of the Eight Buddhas. Although they are not as good as the real Buddhas, they have also been blessed by the power of the Eight Buddhas in the reincarnation, and they can attack and defend at the same time."

"Lots of nonsense."

Lu Jinan interrupted him, the spiritual sea in his body surged, the罡力 burned, and the sea of ​​consciousness surged.

The three elements gather at the top and integrate into the field.

The domain around Lu Jinan expanded wildly, with faint flashes of lightning and thunder, and flickering flames. Then mountains, rivers, birds and beasts appeared out of nothing and were sent into the invisible but real domain of rules.

At this moment, dark clouds rolled above the sky, and terrifying lightning was hidden among them, vaguely intersecting with each other.

On the Fire Phoenix Boat, Xiao Yinruo said softly, "He's preparing to transcend the tribulation."

"No rush." ​​Pei Wanyu crossed her arms and looked at Lu Jinan: "The next move is to defeat Fan Zhouxing."

Xiao Yinruo smiled: "He has been relying on the suppression of the domain from the beginning to the end. Can't Fan Zhouxing force out some of this kid's spells?"

Pei Wanyu smiled and said, "What if I tell you that he really doesn't have it?"

Xiao Yinruo was stunned: "No?"

"Well, I'm still in the stage of creating my own magic." Pei Suoyu said calmly: "The spells I used before are no longer useful."

 …”

Xiao Yinruo smiled helplessly: "But it's true, with such a field, no one of his peers can be his opponent."

Pei Wanyu nodded, and suddenly thought of something and said, "Oh, he did comprehend a physical technique, which is to open up the acupoints on the basis of the Dao Palace.

I gave it a name called "Yi Gong Wei Zhong", but he didn't like it, so he changed it to "Yi Shen Wei Zhong".

Xiao Yinruo tilted her head and looked at her: "'Using the palace as a seed' is indeed not very impressive-" - "-Why does it feel like your tone has a deeper meaning?"

Pei Suo laughed but said nothing, which naturally had another meaning - after all, he was going to "plant" a child in the future.

Xiao Yinruo's intuition told her not to ask any further questions, so she looked away and looked at Lu Jinan again.

Lu Jinan, who was floating in the sky, was surrounded by spiritual power like water and internal energy like fire. The great power condensed in the field was like a world.

He fell straight down, and the moment his feet stepped on the top of the pagoda, terrifying energy burst out in an instant.

Rumbling--

Inside the gigantic golden pagoda, eight giant Buddha shadows formed different Sanskrit seals with their hands. The Buddha's light radiated from the inside out, but it still couldn't stop the creaking sound from the top of the pagoda, which was unable to bear the weight, as if it would collapse in the next second.

Inside the pagoda, Fan Zhouxing's face was solemn, his bones all over his body were cracking, and with his hands forming seals, the power of Vajra surged through his body, but it still couldn't hide the bulging veins on his forehead and the stretched blood vessels in his body.

A hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes. Even though he had been immersed in Buddhism for many years, he could not force Lu Jinan to use any other magic outside of his field.

Fan Zhouxing looked up and stopped forming seals with his hands. The vortex of reincarnation around him reappeared and merged into the Eight-Part Pagoda.

The sound of ancient bells rang out from the pagoda, accompanied by the sound of continuous chanting, stopping the pagoda from collapsing.

Lu Jinan lowered his eyelids slightly, using his body as a seed to awaken his mind!

The more surging energy and blood power spread in all directions with Lu Jinan as the center. The brilliant light filled the sky, as if a scorching sun exploded in the sky, and people were blinded.

Lu Jinan raised his right foot, and his clothes rustled.

At this moment, the area beneath his feet seemed to have become a huge millstone, grinding everything and sinking continuously.

Lu Jinan stood on the top of the constantly collapsing pagoda. The rules of time, space, life and death intertwined around him were shining brightly, as if all the power of rules in the world was under his feet.

Kaka-ka--

A dull yet sharp explosion sounded, and the golden pagoda collapsed into pieces at this moment. Even if the eight Buddha shadows in it tried their best to hold on, they could not avoid turning into light dust.

In the broken Buddha light, Fan Zhou stood up, the Buddhist beads on his neck gathered into one, flashing with the solemn and murderous aura of Shura, and the brilliant Shura Dharma image emerged from his palm.