There are always fairies plotting against me

With the help of Xiao Yinruo, Lu Jinan successfully performed the Sky-gazing Technique. Above the Great Hall of the Buddha, azure spiritual energy surged like mist, and then suddenly, from the formation that was formed, light fell straight down.

Xiao Yinruo got up from the bath, his momentum was like a rainbow!

Xiao Yinruo's thick, ink-black hair fluttered in the wind, and the sword "Still Waters Run Deep" in his hand rose from the ground at this moment.

The sky opened up, the clouds parted, and the gray fog dissipated.

Xiao Yinruo's body was bathed in snow-white sword energy, like melting light clinging to her sleeves and fluttering in the wind.

Her whole body seemed to be tempered by holy light, and she exuded an otherworldly and ethereal aura.

In the sword light, Xiao Yinruo was dressed in white, spotless.

Her dark pupils were covered with a layer of blue, and as the sword light became brighter, the "Still Waters Run Deep" in her hand emitted a whistling sound.

A beam of light fell from the sky, like a meteor falling to the ground.

Xiao Yinruo opened her red lips lightly: "If Jiuxiao cuts it down, even gods and ghosts cannot escape."

The sound was ethereal and the heaven and earth were roaring.

Jiuxiao's sword shattered the light! Supreme! Shock! Night Dust! Nirvana!

The sword clears away the clouds and waves, and its sound is majestic.

Lu Jinan squinted his eyes and couldn't see anything clearly, but he could feel it.

A sword rainbow rises from the ground, revealing a myriad of magnificent scenes.

The Buddha Burial Valley, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles, is shining brightly.

The rosy glow of the sunset illuminates the vast countryside, just like the first sunrise in winter.

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Chapter 238 "Jin'an, don't breathe..."

The sea of ​​clouds surged with raging waves, purple lightning and green frost rushed forward, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth suddenly began to tremble, and then swept in all directions without any warning, like a spark dripping in the forest, forming a sky-high fire wave in an instant, causing the arenas floating above Jiuhua Mountain to collapse.

The monks in the surrounding stands were like a small boat in a storm, floating away uncontrollably.

The void trembled, and then a picture thousands of miles long appeared between heaven and earth, as if suppressing the turbulent spiritual power.

In the silence, there seemed to be the sound of sword energy and thunder.

On the Fire Phoenix Boat, Pei Wanyu watched this scene with an expressionless face.

A plate floated in front of her, flickering with spiritual power.

It is inevitable that there will be disaster when two snakes are sandwiched between the tomb, but making good use of the void is a magical opportunity.

This was the testimony given by Shangguan Qizhen after she asked him about Yinruo's safety in the Qinglian Secret Realm.

As the Palace Master of Qingmiao Palace, Xiao Yinruo is very powerful. Shangguan Qizhen can only give this one sentence of advice. Pei Suoyu can understand the meaning of this sentence, but this sentence does not have a clear result.

The tomb is sandwiched between two snakes. Going forward means death, and retreating also means death. It is obvious that the person is trapped in a dead end.

"Magic use of emptiness—

Pei Suoyu tapped the course material in front of her with her fingers. In the art of divination, the void is the most special thing.

When encountering emptiness, good fortune does not turn into good fortune, and bad fortune does not turn into bad fortune. It is not supported by anything, nor is it restrained by anything. It has the meaning of jumping out of the three realms and not being in the five elements.

Therefore, the dead end that Yin Ruo is facing is not without any hope. It just depends on how it is used.

Pei Wanyu lowered her eyes slightly: "Use the void skillfully, transform yourself into emptiness, and escape into Buddhism. In this way, your own good and bad fortune will not be bound by the laws of heaven and earth, and you will not be happy because of things, nor sad because of yourself——"

But this is the truth, how many people can actually do it?

She knew that Xiao Yinruo also knew some skills in fortune-telling, because the Forget Love Taoism was one of the schools of Taoism several years ago, so Yinruo knew a little about it.

But although I understand it, I cannot say that I am proficient in it.

The art of divination is to fight against the laws of nature. Looking around the world, only Shangguan Qizhen has such great ability to calculate something.

Xiao Yinruo might know that he was in a dead end, but he definitely had no idea how to break it.

"Not bound by the Heaven and Earth Course Plate..."

Pei Wanyu pondered, if Yinruo could take that small step and reach the state of "retreating into emptiness", the problems she faced might be solved.

But how difficult is that step?

Yin Ruo hasn't been able to take this step for so many years, but now he can take it when facing a desperate situation?

How could it be that easy?

But if Yinruo can't get over it, how can he make good use of "emptiness"?

Pei Wanyu gently rubbed her cuffs with her fingers, and after glancing at the void that was still rippling, a question arose in her mind: Is Jin An by Yin Ruo's side now?

She should be there. After all, Baohuo Buddha and Baoyue Buddha have also gone in. Jin'an will definitely look for Yinruo first.

So if Jin'an can remain safe and sound in the Dragon Clan's altar, can Yinruo also find a glimmer of hope?

"Old fellow," Shangguan Qizheng said, his mind radiating with the power of 'Knowing the Subtle and Knowing the Explanatory'. "Why don't you go and find out what the purpose of Mount Xumi is?"

"What do you mean?" Zheng Dongliu asked.

Shangguan Qi was looking at the Tianji Plate in his hand: "It's hard to say."

He stroked his beard and looked at the vaguely visible half-painted map of the country: "Wait."

In the Qinglian Secret Realm, Baohuo Buddha and Baoyue Buddha looked at the sword light rising in the distance, their expressions became satisfied, and then they smiled at each other with a playful look.

“I really went there.”

"Excellent."

"let's start."

Twelve green lotus petals slowly bloomed between each other.

A hundred kilometers away from the Burial Buddha Valley, the rising sword light was so vigorous that the monks present could not open their eyes.

Fan Zhouxing was surrounded by Buddha's light, and his face was calm as he looked at the Burial Buddha Valley surrounded by mountains. Thousands of sword lights were reflected in his pupils. His hands under the cassock were slightly clenched, and the light flowing out from between the fingers of his right hand was full of righteousness.

He closed his eyes, and the Buddhist beads on his head had been stained blood-red, like clouds but not clouds.

"What do you want to do?" Not far away, Fang Xiuqi covered the wound on his abdomen and shouted in a low voice with a pale face.

Fan Zhouxing did not speak, but sat cross-legged on the ground. The Buddhist beads in the sky followed the Buddhist seals made with his hands.

You can see that there is one bead missing from the circle of beads.

He ignored Fang Xiuqi and just recited Buddhist scriptures silently.

As the chief of Donglu Confucian Academy, which often debates with Buddhists, Fang Xiuqi could tell what Buddhist scriptures Fan Zhouxing was reciting.

Commentary on the Mahavairocana Sutra.

His expression was pleased. Wasn't Fanzhouxing a direct disciple of the Great Infinite Buddha? How could he be reciting the Buddhist scriptures of Indra?

And...it can be recited with such great power?

Fang Xiuqi turned his head to look at those monks who could use spiritual power and were standing there again, unable to move.

He has not figured out the origins of these monks, but more than a thousand monks who entered here are now only bones left...except for the guards of Wandao Sect.

Why not kill the people from Wandao Sect?

And he wasn't killed either.

Fang Xiuqi looked down at his belly and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Although he was not killed, the Haoran Zhengyin that he had cultivated with great effort is gone. All his cultivation has been wasted. What is the difference between that and being killed?

As he was thinking, he felt a bright Buddha light in his sight. He looked up and saw a golden Buddha statue gradually taking shape behind Fan Zhouxing.

There was a flash of surprise in Fang Xiuqi's eyes. Fan Zhouxing hadn't even reached the Tribulation Realm, so how could he possibly condense a Dharmakaya Golden Body?

And this golden body...

It’s not quite like the Buddhism that Fan Zhouxing practices.

The gray fog that enveloped the entire Foyin City had long since dissipated, leaving the sky clear and cloudless.

Under the brilliant sword light, this magnificent ancient city had already been razed to the ground.

All that remains are a main hall, a dragon-shaped pillar and the standing south city gate.

Xiao Yinruo's left wrist, which was holding the "Still Waters Run Deep", trembled slightly, but the long sword in his hand still emitted a cold sword aura.

Beside him, Lu Jinan held Xiao Yinruo's slender hand tightly, which was cold after being stabbed by a sword, and moved closer to her while holding her gently.

He turned his head and saw Xiao Yinruo with disheveled hair and a slightly pale face, without much blood color.

This sword consumed most of her spiritual power, but what really weakened her was the Heaven-Testing Technique.

The complete Heaven-Testing Technique borrowed the power of heaven to roll up the avenue, greatly increasing the power of this sword, but it was also a huge drain on Xiao Yinruo's spiritual consciousness.

Mental fatigue is far greater than the fatigue caused by spiritual energy consumption.

Xiao Yinruo noticed Lu Jinan's little action and subconsciously held his right hand tightly. At this moment, the warmth in his palm was like a clear spring to her, dispelling the coldness.

With the tip of the sword lowered, Xiao Yinruo looked at the statue of the Buddha of Emptiness enshrined in this hall with an expressionless face.

The Buddha statue was already covered with cracks, and it shattered with a series of "crack" sounds. The giant python reappeared among the dripping fragments, but only a snake head was left, breathing softly.

At the same time, there was also a low and hoarse voice, as if someone had just woken up after a long sleep.

"This move is truly magnificent, with a majestic aura that can split the heavens and earth apart—"

Behind the shattered Buddha statue, the large Buddha in his cassock gazed dimly at the light still gushing out of the sky outside, tearing through the gray fog: "It's a pity that it was a move that borrowed the power of heaven.

Xiao Yinruo's long hair was messy, and a strand of hair stuck to the corner of her lips, which further highlighted her delicate red lips under her pale face.

She said coldly: "What if I borrow the power of heaven?"

Buddha Kongwu still didn't look at Xiao Yinruo.

Outside the hall, dark shadows began to spread in the sky again, and the cold wind gradually became thick and sticky from the initial bleakness. The wind was wrapped in the tide of death and stained with a strong evil spirit, swallowing up the sword energy in the sky as it surged.

In the end, only a ray of sword light remained across the sky, and the surrounding gray fog spread into a huge vortex.

The cold wind whistled in, as if whispering in my ears.

Xiao Yinruo and Lu Jinan, who were in the realm of oblivion, were not affected. Lu Jinan just tilted his head to glance at the dark red light and shadow printed on the doors and windows.

The moon?

Lu Jinan thought silently and looked at Xiao Yinruo's clothes which were fluttering in the wind.

He opened his mouth and suddenly felt a chill rising in his heart, making his scalp tingle.

Xiao Yinruo tightened his grip even harder, and the four green lotuses formed by the Yunmiao Seals around him slowly blossomed like an arrow on a bowstring.

Snap.

The sound of falling gravel came from behind. Although Lu Jinan did not look back, he knew clearly that the sound came from the Coiled Dragon Pillar.

Is that old dragon moving?

A green lotus passed by in his sight, and Lu Jinan clearly saw the figure of the fire dragon reflected on the crystal lotus petals. It was moving like a giant python, and the moment the dragon claws landed on the ground, it turned into a female dragon-man shrouded in black fire mist and with dragon horns on her head.

She took her first steps with some difficulty, as if she hadn't walked for a long time, and swayed like a zombie.

Lu Jinan had never seen a fallen dragon, so he didn't know whether she could be considered a fallen dragon. However, thinking of Xiao Yinruo's previous description of the dragon altar, he thought that this female dragon should not be considered a fallen dragon.

Because he hasn't reached the point where he doesn't recognize his relatives and only knows how to kill.

I don't know what strength it is.

“It hurts—”

The mother dragon's voice was also dry and hoarse. Lu Jinan heard the sound of blood dripping on the ground, which made his heart beat much faster.

Not because of fear, but because of dragon blood.

Even for a female dragon, dragon blood is an excellent treasure for body refining.

The sword light and gray fog in the sky intertwined into a bizarre scene of alternating day and night. Xiao Yinruo's gaze swept across the motionless Buddha of Emptiness, and suddenly he took Lu Jinan and broke through the air. A sword light appeared and a sword light disappeared.