Chapter 203 Twenty years later, you should hold my killing sword
A golden avenue spreads down to the ground, which is extremely sacred and solemn.
On the golden avenue, monks wearing cassocks have clear eyes and a slight smile on their lips. Endless raindrops fall from the ceiling, and the sounds of Zen and sutra chanting echo together.
The monks and the golden avenue are like illusions, standing among the tired soil and rock formations, as if they are nothing.
Bai Zhu's pupils shrank, and he locked tightly on the big teleportation talisman in Niwan Palace. If something went wrong, he would be ready to move the void and teleport it out from this ten thousand feet underground.
In front of me, the monk on the golden avenue has a compassionate face. In his body, there seems to be an immeasurable sea, and the surging Qi blood is almost burning the ground.
Behind Bai Zhu, the timid Xuan Kong's body shook like a sieve, and a large amount of sweat rolled down from his bald head. He could no longer bear it, and in fear, he revealed his true form as an earth-moving rat.
He climbed into Baizhu's spacious monk's robe, huddled up, and instinctively began to pretend to be dead.
"Who is the mage?"
Bai Shu felt a tightness in his chest. He couldn't help but take two steps back. After taking a breath, he spoke slowly.
If one side of the sky is overturned, billions of horrors will come to mind. Even if you recite several words of "Zhen" silently in mantras, and cooperate with the operation of Po Chi's thoughts.
But there was a danger that he was still about to lose his mind and was on the verge of solid defense.
The smiling monk is like a great Ming King who finally woke up from his slumber after a long hibernation from the Dharma Ending Period.
Where he landed, the vast world had quietly shifted its center.
The immeasurable Yuan Qi is as docile as a cat, lying quietly at the monk's feet. In that body as deep as a black hole, the light of the sun, the moon, and the evil energy of the sky are pouring in.
Swallow the eight wastelands and penetrate the heaven and earth!
He stood on the golden avenue. He was tall as an ordinary person, even a little thin, but he gave people the impression of an ancient divine mountain. His aura was so overwhelming that it was difficult to look up at him.
"Amitabha."
The smiling monk chanted the Buddha's name softly, raised his sleeves and robes, and gently pressed them down towards Baizhu.
Bang!
Bang!!
Bang!!!
The invisible momentum suddenly surged like a sea tide, the void rumbled, and a loud sound swept across the depths of the abyss.
In the Niwan Palace, the soul suddenly lost control of the physical body and could no longer sense anything.
Under the pressure of the monk's breath, it was like tens of thousands of mountains of earth were pressing down. Every inch of the body's muscles were tense, and his knees became heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with heavy iron. When Baizhu was sweating profusely.
His back was also bending a little bit.
The monks were chained up and down in the void, unable to break free. Looking at the golden avenue, the struggling figure was almost forced to kneel down.
The monk sighed, with a dull look in his eyes.
But suddenly, when he wanted to withdraw his momentum, the situation below suddenly changed!
A figure with a red body and blazing flames, like a fire god. Slowly, he stretched out his hands, as if holding something, and raised his head little by little.
The veins on Bai Zhu's face popped out, and his expression was ferocious and twisted. Every drop of blood in his body turned into a small red dragon, flowing through the divine light.
After entering the third level of the Yang Talisman and implanting it in the Sea of Suffering Buddha, you will be in harmony with the heaven and earth, and you can directly touch the Dharma that diffuses all things.
Turning every drop of blood into a red dragon is another wonderful use of the "Red Dragon Heart Sutra". It is a method that Atractylodes Atractylodes accidentally discovered with the help of the Milo Lamp.
The strong blood energy was like a red divine furnace, bursting out with flames. He slowly straightened his body, resisting the pressure of the monk's breath.
"town!"
"town!"
"town!"
Deep shouts rang out, and under the monk's gaze, Bai Shu's body erupted with energy and blood that was more dazzling than the blazing sun. A big red dragon looked up to the sky and roared, its scales vibrated together, and there was a killing sound of fighting.
The young man's monk's robe was shattered, and his upper body was naked. On his back, the dragon-like Ming King opened his eyes, showing no anger and self-power.
The golden body of Dragon Master Mingwang...
The monk's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes flashed, as if he was thinking.
And below, there were several loud shouts.
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
Bai Shu raised his head to the sky and screamed. With the help of his magic spells and his divine power, he barely escaped from the pressure of the monk's aura.
The shirtless boy was breathing heavily, and there were bloodstains all over his body, which was too horrible to look at.
His shoulder blades were shattered early, and blood surged wildly. When his arms were lifted up, they were also oppressed by the momentum and backfired, and the bones were crushed and crushed.
A crack spanned from the chest to the waist, revealing the bloody organs. They were slowly squirming and regenerating.
Baizhu vomited another mouthful of blood and activated the Red Dragon Heart Meridian to heal his injuries.
In order to break free from the shackles of breath, he almost ruined half of his life.
Among the fragments of the monk's robe, the trembling Xuan Kong shivered out. He looked at Baizhu, who was vomiting blood in fear, and then looked at the monks on the golden avenue.
The look on the local mouse's face was changing, and finally he squeaked loudly.
He grabbed Bai Shu's hand and moved to perform the magic, staying away from the monk.
"Certainly."
On the Golden Avenue, a vague and distant voice came faintly.
Damn it! Why is it like this again!
Xuan Kong had a dull expression on his face and remained motionless. The dark yellow light beam that enveloped him and Baizhu also solidified, showing no movement at all.
Bai Shu raised his head and saw the monk's smiling face.
"As expected, you are not yet twenty years old. Even if you look around the temple, there are few people who can match you."
The monk lowered his eyes and praised:
"Originally, Shenzu told me that you defeated the famous Chen Jizi in Tongjiang. I didn't believe it at first, but now it seems..."
"In the realm of Yang Fu, it is already difficult for you to find an opponent."
The monk smiled and raised his hand slightly.
The scene in front of me changes instantly.
The frosty wind was biting, and the trees were covered with silver flowers. Under the dim winter scene, leaden gray clouds piled up, as if they were about to fall from the distant sky.
Bai Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, and by the time he saw what was in front of him clearly, he and Xuan Kong had been moved from the bottom of the ground to the ground by the monks.
"Do you recognize who I am?" the monk smiled.
"Grand Governor?"
Bai Shu looked at him and hesitated to speak.
At the moment when the monk's momentum was oppressive, in the Niwan Palace, the divine thought left by Guang Hui did not move at all.
Such cultivation, such courage.
In the current borderland, the only option is to return to secular life after being ordered to do so, and is now the Grand Governor in charge of Julongwei.
The former monk of Vajra Temple, Ransu!
"The little monk is quite clever."
However, if you open your five fingers, the essence will penetrate into the body of Atractylodes macrocephala.
Baizhu hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, gathering his energy and absorbing the essence flowing into his body.
His bones crackled like fried beans, broken bones regenerated, and limbs reshaped.
After about one or two cups of tea, Baizhu suddenly stood up with his eyes closed. Behind him, billowing blood was like smoke, soaring straight into the sky. The red light shone for dozens of miles, and the divine light was brilliant.
"Originally, I didn't quite agree with Shenzu's proposal, but I had no choice but to look at it today, and it turned out that I was wrong about you."
The monk sighed and said in a deep voice:
"Twenty years later, when you have reached the fifth level, you will be able to wield my killing sword and use all your strength to clear the sea and rivers!"
