Chapter 8 On Dengfeng City, an arrow is coming from the south!
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"Why is the little donor shaking his head?"
The middle-aged monk asked. He had a majestic appearance, a golden and red cassock on his body, and light golden Buddha light overflowed from his body, like the reincarnation of an Arhat with a golden body.
Su Qinian said calmly: "Even your ancestors have abandoned you. Needless to say, your principles are all bullshit."
The monk was not angry. He clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Little donor, you are still young..."
Snapped!
He was interrupted before he finished speaking, his head turned to the side, half of his face suddenly swelled, stars appeared in his eyes, and even the Divine Court shook violently.
It was too sudden, or in other words, he didn't notice any signs at all, nor could he see the slightest movement clearly.
Turning back suddenly, the monk stared at Su Qinian. He was just a child who looked to be no more than three years old. Even if he was born with a pure Yang body, what could he do now? Could it be that there is a great master of Yuan Shen hidden in the secret?
The realm is far above him?
He concentrated for a moment, his eyes filled with Buddha light, trying to penetrate the void to find traces of his opponent.
Snapped!
There was another loud collision of skin and flesh. This time, the other half of the monk's face was tilted to the side, and it was swollen higher than the other half. He staggered a few steps, and his eyes were squeezed several times smaller by the blood. There were stars in his eyes.
All over the sky, Yuanshen seemed to have been stunned, and was almost shocked to the point of falling into the Divine Sea of Consciousness.
This time, it wasn't until three breaths passed that he barely came back to his senses. Anger surged from his eyes, and his heart was filled with fire. Where was the kind-hearted look on his face and the universal truth that he had before?
"Who is it! Sneaky and plotting against this poor monk!"
The monk was dressed in a golden and red cassock and moved without any wind. He roared like a lion roaring, shaking the void and creating ripples. A large area of vegetation was rolled up and ground into powder.
"It seems that two slaps haven't woken you up yet."
At this time, the familiar and childish voice sounded again, a little cold, like a deep sea ice spring, which woke the monk up. His eyes fell on the childish figure again, with a look of disbelief, and he shouted: "It's you!
"
How can it be!
It’s hard for the monk to believe that it was this child who looked like he was only three years old. What can a three-year-old do in the land of black and yellow? His muscles and bones are still growing, and he can’t even do the most basic stretching and racking, let alone practice martial arts.
, let alone slapping a strong soul and a martial arts master, this is more myth than legend.
Immediately afterwards, Su Qinian raised one hand again and waved it down in the air.
Looking at those immature arms, which were like little adults wearing coarse white robes, the monk could no longer feel relaxed because he couldn't move at all and could only watch the immature palms fall down.
Snapped!
There was another crisp sound, and the monk's neck cracked, almost breaking his neck. He was shaken all over, and when he opened his mouth, he spat out dozens of white and blood-stained teeth. A golden light shone before his eyes, and his soul seemed to have been slapped.
The spirit was sluggish, as if I had seen the shining golden Buddhas sitting high in the nine heavens.
puff!
Barely able to boost his soul energy, the monk spat out a stream of blood and forcibly regained his consciousness. Even if his soul was injured, he had to restore his force in time because it was too terrifying. As a strong soul, he knew what happened just now.
What it meant was that it wasn't that he really couldn't move, but that the opponent's movements were too fast, even faster than his thoughts were transmitted, and he was hit before his physical body had time to react.
"Amitabha!"
The monk clasped his hands together, and the Buddha's light began to appear behind him. It was as if an ancient Buddha had come across time and space, and appeared behind him. There was countless Buddha's light shining everywhere, dyeing the old forest golden, as if he had entered a holy land of the Buddha's country.
Su Qinian raised his eyebrows. This is not a weak martial art. I am afraid it can be regarded as the best in Xuanhuang Land. This new Buddhism does have some methods. This evolved Buddha's divine form should be observed and studied by a real
The Buddhist saint was created by the appearance of a great saint and the true meaning of Buddhism.
But... so what if he is a great saint of the Buddhist clan?
Su Qinian's eyes were slightly cold, but he still raised one hand and waved it down in the air.
At this moment, the monk's eyes widened. He tried his best to use his spiritual cultivation to survive the two thunder tribulations and the realm of rebirth, and to develop a powerful Buddhist martial arts that he had recently learned. This martial arts requires the cultivation of Buddhism and Taoism.
Only those who have reached a certain level of origin comprehension can practice it. You can use the ancient Buddha's powerful divine form to suppress your opponents. Even if you have a higher spiritual level, it will be difficult to resist. To be frightened by this divine form, you will have to cultivate yourself.
Ten does not save five.
puff!
It was so fast that the monk didn't even have time to convey a thought and didn't even have a chance to actually take action. The form of the Buddha, which was invisible and invisible behind him, seemed to be hit.
Light rain, and then...
Snapped!
The monk's seven orifices were bleeding, and his whole head was swollen, like a bloody meat bun. The Buddha's light in his eyes disappeared, and finally a look of fear appeared.
This scene went beyond his knowledge of martial arts. Even the evolved martial arts divine form was smashed to pieces. The seemingly immature palm looked like the attack of a terrifying demon god.
Snapped!
There was another crisp sound, one after another, and Su Qinian waved his palm in the air. His eyes were cold and indifferent. If it was a foreign race, he could kill it with one palm. In this way, he would be more fierce than before. He must have made some choices.
You have to pay a sufficient price to be able to warn everyone what the outcome will be.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I don't know how many times it rang, and it took half a cup of tea. Su Qinian put down his hand. If he continued to slap, he would be both physically and mentally destroyed. This was not an ordinary slap, but a torture of the body and soul.
With Su Qinian's current methods, it would be impossible for even a saint, not to mention an ordinary spiritual powerhouse in front of him, to be able to hold on.
Buzz!
There were two sacred vortexes spinning in his eyes, and the stars in the sky were vaguely visible. Su Qinian used the soul-stirring technique to intercept memories. Immediately, in the sea of consciousness of the monk's divine court, a Buddha with a large face and big ears appeared, with a ring of seven-color Buddha light behind him.
, the sacred aura collapsed like the Milky Way, killing the monk's spirit, and at the same time, it followed Su Qinian's spiritual will and suppressed it.
Su Qinian snorted coldly, and the ray of will that had entered the monk's court instantly condensed into a stone-like arrow, but also looked like an ancient arrow made of platinum and glass. There was a pop, what kind of sacred breath, seven-color Buddha light halo, Buddha's Dharma image
, was pierced by this arrow and torn into nothingness.
Thousands of miles away.
In a deserted mountain, there is a dilapidated small temple. In the temple, an old monk in gray robe is meditating. There is no Buddha in the temple. There is only a bronze Buddha lamp next to him. It is covered with green patina, with crystal flames and is as golden as jade.
, the outer flame is colorful, like a ten-color divine ring.
Suddenly, the old monk woke up from his trance, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of golden blood, the Buddha's light shone, and said with emotion: "Who broke my sacred will!"
This is really unbelievable. In the eyes of the old monk, there are absolutely not many people in this black and yellow land who can pose a threat to him, let alone break his sacred will. Could it be that the people from the same tribes who are also lurking and plotting to seize the fortune have taken action?
His eyes turned cold, and the old monk's tone was slightly cold: "I'm really restless. This place is destined to become my Buddha's dojo. Wherever the sound of Sanskrit comes, there is a spiritual mountain in the universe!"
After a pause, the old monk frowned again, looked towards the void, and said in deep thought: "Fanjing! Fansheng..."
Outside Dengfeng City, in the old forest.
If Su Qinian felt something, he looked into the distance, and after a few breaths, he looked away. Sooner or later, he would make a reckoning. Now was not the time, at least, he didn't have enough grasp at the moment.
After a cup of tea, we climbed to the south gate of the city.
The soldiers on guard were stunned. They looked up to see the figure who was shot through the left side of the face by an arrow-like branch, then penetrated through the right side of the face, and finally nailed to the city wall.
This is a middle-aged monk wearing a golden and red cassock. The monk is not dead, but his posture cannot be described as "embarrassed" because soon some martial arts people in the city were attracted and immediately recognized his identity.
"This is the abbot Liao Guang of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City back then!"
"Master Liaoguang disappeared without a trace during the Five Kingdoms' extermination of Buddhism five years ago. Later, he appeared several times to promote Buddhism, leaving parents without children, women without husbands, and ancestors and grandchildren separated. He escaped into Buddhism and was later captured by the Six Doors.
They were arrested at the same time at Hulong Villa, and they escaped several times. The last time they appeared was two years ago..."
"Two years ago, in a battle with the Dragon King of Hulong Villa on the Northwest Road, he had already proven his Taoist Soul. Even if he was defeated, he still managed to escape with his whole body."
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Having said this, many martial arts people were shocked. Who was it that nailed this imperial prisoner to the city wall in such an extremely shameful manner? You must know that this is not an ordinary martial arts master.
, but a martial arts master who has proven the Taoist spirit. Even if he is an imperial prisoner, he is not someone ordinary people are qualified to arrest.
Half an hour later.
"Not yet?"
Many people in the martial arts world looked weird. Damn it. A fragile tree branch had pierced through a strong soul, but it still couldn't be removed. No matter how many masters from the Dengfeng City Yamen came to do it, even in the end,
Even the dragon master of Fengcheng Dragon Protection Villa, a first-class master of the Hunyuan Realm, couldn't make any sawdust fall from the branch, which seemed to be harder than divine iron.
"There are experts!"
Finally, the Dragon Lord of Dragon Protection Villa spoke in an extremely solemn tone, saying that he might be a strong man who had gone very far in the Yuanshen Realm. He was probably on the Yuanshen List, otherwise it would be impossible for him to have such a method to turn decay into magic.
, even the fragile branches have become a weapon comparable to a magic weapon.
The strong man on the soul list!
Many martial arts people who gathered suddenly realized that indeed, they were afraid that only such masters could capture and suppress this imperial criminal who was just presiding over and deceiving people.
However, the Dragon Lord of Dragon Protection Villa looked at the many martial arts people and did not say anything after all. In his opinion, they were probably not ordinary people on the list of souls. As for who made the move, he needed to go to Songshan Mountain outside the city.
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