“The Kingdom of Buddha is in the palm of your hand!”
Magnificent golden light spreads in the sky, and the Buddha's light shines in all directions, illuminating the ancient battlefield and sweeping away the gloomy evil atmosphere. The figures of many Arhats and ancient Buddhas are looming, and the power of thoughts condensed by thousands of believers,
It turns into figures one after another and evolves a country.
This is an extremely astonishing scene, but opposite to the Buddhist country, there is a sacred hibiscus tree that supports the sky and the earth. On the crown of the sacred tree, ten golden crows can be vaguely seen, with different postures, releasing blazing immeasurable brilliance.
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This was a peak duel that could go down in history. Even though both sides of the duel have not yet grown up and are still extremely young, what they have shown and possessed has already made the older generation who are accomplished practitioners feel...
Wonder, envy, and even silence.
Therefore, before the monk and the half-demon had their first fight, the powerful man from the human race had already begun to cast spells, taking pictures of everything he saw, preparing to take them back and leave them to the younger disciples in the sect to learn and observe.
"If I hear..."
The Buddha's light swept across the sky and the earth, and the looming Buddhist kingdom began to truly appear, trying to include the fusang that held up the sky and turn it into a part of the Buddhist kingdom.
Gua!
A strange cry sounded, and a bright sun rose from the Fusang sacred tree. The power of the Golden Crow, which had just reached the sun, touched the Buddha's light. Then, the Buddhist kingdom began to burn, and those who showed compassion on their faces
The ancient Buddha was also set on fire, and the shadows of some Arhats were even burned out.
"Amitabha!"
The Golden Crow True Fire, which can bless all things in the world and can also turn everything into ashes, was ignited in Monk Kongxuan. However, the monk, who was surrounded by many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, novice monks, and bhikkhunis, had no sadness or joy in his face.
He held it on his chest, turned the beads with one hand, and recited Buddhist scriptures in his mouth. Even the monk's robes were not on fire.
"Master, what a trick!"
Seeing the monk who was indifferent to the burning of the true fire of the sun, Xi praised him, but his hands were making seals. On the vast ocean where the Fusang sacred tree was stationed, huge waves surged into the sky, and the immeasurable sea water surged, destroying the Pure Land Buddha in front of him.
The country was flooded.
"The young monk is just discussing the Dharma with His Highness!"
Kong Xuan had a look of helplessness on his handsome face. Although he came here following his master's orders, he didn't want to do anything. He just liked to stay quietly in the Sutra Pavilion in the temple and meditate on the Dharma without being disturbed.
It's a pity that such a simple need cannot be satisfied. I don't know when the identity of a Buddhist disciple fell on him, so that he must take on the corresponding responsibilities.
"Aren't we just discussing the Dharma? Master, do you want to argue with me about the level of supernatural power? Buddhism is good at debating, and I have heard about it even in Tanggu."
A bright smile appeared on Xi's face. At this moment, the golden crow that released endless light and heat above his head seemed a little dim. In the legal domain where he stood, only that smile was the most dazzling.
"Since I was a child, I have not been good at arguing with others. This is my shortcoming. How can I compete with the master?"
"Good!"
The young monk sighed and said no more. The Buddha beads in his hands disappeared at some point. He put his hands together and stood upright on his chest. Golden light surged around his body. When the seemingly slender body appeared again, it had turned into a six-foot-long body.
huge.
"Six feet of gold body!"
Two divine rainbows shot out of Xi's eyes, and the smile on his face became brighter. A second golden crow flew out from the Fuso tree behind him, its golden wings flapped, and then it flew towards him.
Xi, who originally only had some abnormalities in hair color and pupils, suddenly underwent extremely drastic changes. A pair of wings tore his clothes from his back, exploded out, and wide golden wings grew.
And his head, which was so handsome that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female, also began to undergo earth-shaking transformations. His long, silky golden hair turned into feathers that seemed to be made of divine gold, and a bird's beak that reflected the luster of black gold extended from his mouth.
I saw his body with a black head, two wings on his back, and a divine spear in his hand. The golden divine light was woven into a pair of golden armor on his body. He was majestic and powerful. Just a ray of divine light that escaped was enough to distort the light.
"Donor, this young monk is not good at fighting!"
Seeing Xi directly showing his Dharmakaya, as if a god descended into the world, holding a divine spear to attack Xi, Monk Kongxuan's face was slightly bitter. He helplessly took a demon-conquering pestle, held it with both hands, and waved it.
clang!
A deafening collision sounded that made the listener's heart almost break. Infinite light burst out from it, and destructive Qi swept across all directions. The hibiscus sacred tree, its branches and leaves were desolate, and the immeasurable Buddhist kingdom was silent for a moment.
This was a shocking battle between geniuses. The two young creatures fighting each other showed strength that they should not have at their current level. Many of the great monks watching the battle on one side were unable to calm down and looked shocked from time to time.
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Just because, quite a few of the methods used by this half-demon from the Golden Crow Clan and the Buddha from the Daci'en Temple are beyond the understanding of some great monks, so the images captured by these great monks using magic techniques
, there will inevitably be large areas of light and shadow, and nothing can be seen.
"This is too vague. There is nothing. What else do you want me to see?"
Feng Bingwen looked at the shadow screen with only golden light left in front of him, and his disgusted thoughts were conveyed to the master who was far away in the gate of Taishangdao Mountain through the Zhanmeng Dharma Seal.
"At the critical moment, you can't see anything, so why did you send it to me?"
"Be content with yourself. It's good to have something to watch. You should prepare in advance. The Buddhist figure from Daci'en Temple was defeated by half a move."
There was a faint hint of worry in Zhao Junxian's spiritual thoughts.
This time, the Golden Crow tribe suddenly sent an envoy to visit Xuanzong, the Taoist sect of the human race. It was beyond the expectations of many powerful people in the human race. They had no idea what they wanted to do. Did they want to test the reality of the human race? Or something else?
However, as the descendant of Xuanqing Immortal Lord, Zhao Junxian, who knew more secrets, could say that he had a rough guess as to the cause of this incident. There was a high probability that the half-demon came for his disciple.
The temptation from the Golden Crow clan, which is revered as the emperor by demons and demons, is not to mention good intentions, as long as there is no malice. As a master, naturally he does not want his disciples to participate in such ethnic conflicts prematurely, even if it is just a small one.
Small temptations are not something that his disciples can bear, nor even that he can bear.
A genius will always be just a genius until he fully taps his potential and becomes a strong man. And the dust after the corpse of a dead genius decays is no different from the dust that nourishes all living things.
"This little monk is quite fierce. I didn't expect that he hasn't beaten that birdman yet!"
Feng Bingwen looked at the picture projected in front of him. A golden giant with vaguely handsome features could be seen fighting fiercely with a bird-man with golden wings on his back. The aftermath swept across, causing sand and rocks to fly, leaving the ground in a mess and destroying the mountains.
"He has already mastered the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of his hand, and has also cultivated the divine foot power. Unfortunately, the monk of Daci'en Temple has too little practical experience. He is holding back his hands everywhere, but he is hindered everywhere. No matter how well he has practiced his golden body
, and how much Golden Crow True Fire can it hold?"
"really."
Feng Bingwen very much agreed with his master's opinion. The young monk's strength was really good. Unfortunately, he probably stayed in the temple for too long and had no experience at all. Even if he had developed amazing magical powers, he still couldn't use them skillfully.
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If the monk has enough experience in killing demons, the outcome of this battle is still uncertain. After all, one of the six powers of Buddhism, plus the famous Buddha Kingdom in the Palm, are enough for him to cross the border.
Fight and win.
"How sure are you?"
Zhao Junxian suddenly asked. The Taoist disciples and Buddhist disciples trained by the famous Daozong Buddhist Temple in the human race were defeated one after another. This was a self-evident blow to all aspects of the human race.
Defeat is defeat, and no matter how many excuses you make, it is useless. No matter how distinguished the opponent is, what top bloodline and supreme supernatural powers the other party has, these are not excuses for failure.
"I don't know, if it's just what you showed me, I'd probably be 80% sure!"
Feng Bingwen naturally knew what his master was worried about. He thought about it carefully and then gave a conservative response. In fact, he wanted to answer 98% of it, but he was afraid that his master would think he was too arrogant.
"These should not be all the tricks of that human demon. If you fight with him, the outcome should be 50-50."
"Master, I am a half-demon!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but remind him that he could naturally sense his master's disgust and disgust towards those half-blood half-demon who were loyal to demons.
"Is it wrong for me to call a hybrid hybrid born between a human and a demon a demon?"
Zhao Junxian was eloquent. He knew that in the nine continents of the human race, there were many cross-race love crystallizations of the human race. However, even though those half-demon had alien blood flowing in their bodies, they still loved the human race.
But for those human races who live outside the Nine Continents and are enslaved by demons, some of them have obtained the power given by demons and are human slaves who serve them. These people he hates and hates from the bottom of his heart.
"No."
"Get ready for the battle. If that human-monster really comes all the way, you will have to fight it when the time comes."
Zhao Junxian's voice revealed a sense of helplessness. If possible, he did not want his disciples to bear such a heavy responsibility. It was too early. At such an age, it would be better to just practice quietly in the mountain gate.
It's a pity that the Golden Crow clan is so ruthless that they actually sent a half-blood half-demon whose cultivation is only in the realm of transformation. With such a status, the Golden Crow clan can advance and retreat freely regardless of winning or losing.
If this half-demon swept away the younger generation of the human race, it would be enough to prove how powerful the Golden Crow clan's bloodline is.
But even if this half-demon was defeated in the process of challenging the younger generation of the human race, or even unfortunately died in the battle, the Golden Crow clan could say that it was because of his impure blood that he could not compete with the best talents of the human race.
"I see!"
Feng Bingwen's spiritual consciousness scanned his Dantian Qi sea, and in the meridians around his body, in addition to the mighty and surging immortal spiritual energy, there was also blood energy as powerful as a dragon and python rushing in the blood vessels.
"There is no need to worry too much. The nine continents of the human race are vast, and even my father cannot know all of them. The half-haired half-demon has caused such a big stir, and some hidden sects can't say anything about it.
He will be born, and when the time comes, he might kill him without you taking action!"
"...I have no worries."
After hearing the divine thoughts transmitted by his master, Feng Bingwen responded silently.
To be honest, if he hadn't known that he was representing Taishangdao to a certain extent at this moment, he might have already set out to block the bird. Whatever he did, he would have his head covered and beaten first.
Feng Bingwen's spiritual thoughts did not receive any response. Zhao Junxian went to busy with his own affairs. Regarding this matter, Feng Bingwen also heard about it. His master, not long after he was promoted to human immortal, relied on his own efforts to achieve great results.
He successfully gained control of a blessed place in the family.
Therefore, his master has been extremely busy during this period, because he has to be busy sorting out the blessed land he just acquired and taking care of all its output.
"Tsk!"
Feng Bingwen sighed and continued to practice, but the peace did not last long. A few days later, another piece of news came.
From the Pure Land Temple, a Buddhist disciple who had cultivated divine vision was also defeated miserably at the hands of the half-demon. His body was even burned to ashes. If an accompanying old monk had not taken action in time, he would have even been killed.
Cremated on the spot.
The two sects of Taoism and Buddhism have suffered five defeats in total. Such a big event could be concealed for a while at the beginning. As the battles unfolded one after another, the news could no longer be concealed. Public opinion among the nine continents of the human race was surging.
Because it was so embarrassing that a half-demon with only half the blood of the Golden Crow tribe had won five out of five battles after arriving at the human race, and actually had the potential to sweep away the younger generation of the human race, so a voice inevitably appeared.
Too good!
As the largest sect of the human race, a status recognized even by Buddhism, even though no one from the Taishang Dao has appeared in public from the beginning to the end, voices from the human race's nine continents cultivation circles still inevitably mention the Taishang Dao.
While most of the monks are disappointed with the younger generation of the human race, they inevitably place their hopes on the first Dao Sect of the human race, because this was the Dao Sect that turned the tide of the human race in times of crisis in ancient times.
They look forward to one of the younger generations in the Taishang Dao being able to turn the tide, turn things around, and sweep away the gloom just like the Taishang Dao Patriarch in ancient times.
However, just when this voice became the mainstream in the human race's Jiuzhou cultivation world, and even became more and more intense, so much so that Feng Bingwen, who was staying in Xiaxi Village, began to plan his time to leave the mountain and prepare to help the building that was about to collapse, a piece of news began to go viral.
Xi, who came from the Golden Crow clan and defeated three Dao disciples and two Buddhist disciples in a row, was defeated by a young man from the human race who bent his bow and shot nine arrows in a row, destroying the vision.
Ganzhou.
This is a very sensational news. All the monks who got this news are excited, because this kind of achievement is so impressive. This is just a little description, which makes people can't help but think of an extremely famous story in ancient times.
The god-killing battle.
Many well-connected monks are inquiring about the name and origin of the young man who defeated the mixed-blood Golden Crow, but most of the monks have gained nothing.
Because the young man was so mysterious, he appeared suddenly, defeated the Xi with thunderous power, and then quickly disappeared. Some of the great monks who wanted to trace his traces even lost their way for a while.
Memory, the details of this, make those who know the details think about it with horror.
"Master, do you know the origin of that young man?"
Feng Bingwen's mood was a little complicated. He sat beside a clear stream and asked his master. Other monks may not know, but as his master, there is no reason for him to be unclear.
Information and secrets that many ordinary monks cannot get, even go to great lengths and risk their lives to obtain, are actually open secrets among the upper echelons of the spiritual world.
"Haven't you heard of the legend about the ancient god bending his bow and shooting down the nine-day sun?"
Zhao Junxian's spiritual thoughts sounded very relaxed, and there was a sense of relief. Since he was limited in his realm and could not take action, he was very worried about his disciples.
"Of course I've heard of it, but it's such a long time apart. Is there any relationship between the two?"
"That time and that moment is exactly like this moment."
"Does it really matter?"
Feng Bingwen was a little surprised.
"You don't think that such a fierce man can't even keep his own blood, do you?"
Zhao Junxuan couldn't understand why his disciple would be surprised by such a thing.
"In ancient times, the folk customs were tough and the man of God could shoot down nine-day gods. Guess how many girls he would be popular with?"
"Can't guess!"
"Actually, I don't know, because there is no record of this in ancient books, but if you think about it, you will know that no one will refuse someone who can shoot down the sun, even a man."
"..."
Feng Bingwen was speechless and choked. After a moment, he had to ask,
"So, the young man who almost killed Xi is the descendant of that ancient god?"
"right."
"Then what's wrong with me now?"
"Well! Just rest!"
"Tsk!"
Feng Bingwen didn't know what to say. At this time, Zhao Junxian once again cut off communication with him privately and stopped giving any response.
He put away his seal, sat up from the rocks in the stream, and stretched. The soft mountain breeze with a slight watery vapor blew from the distance, and the sound of reading loudly came with the wind from a private school not far away, which made people feel happy and relaxed.
"Um!?"
Feng Bingwen looked less than three feet in front of him. There was a strong young man with eyes as bright as morning stars. He was wearing clothes made of soft animal skins and had a long bow on his back.
Looking at this young man, it was as if he was seeing a vast wilderness filled with primitive energy. Such a unique temperament, even if it was only the first time he saw him, connected Feng Bingwen with the news he had just received.
"Yi?"
Feng Bingwen looked at the young man, was silent for a moment, and asked tentatively.
"Um."
The young man nodded,
"That half-demon Golden Crow came to us and won five games in a row, but I only won one, which was not enough."
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