The face of a worldly Buddha was covered with tears of anger and humiliation. He had collapsed. His collapse left him with only the thought of wielding weapons in anger to attack the dark purple figure. However, the dark purple figure was clearly there.
In front of his eyes, his weapon disappeared just when it was clearly about to hit... He still wanted to turn around, but he also turned around and saw the dark purple figure appearing behind him, so he wanted to wave his weapon to attack, and then
An attack. However, he found that he could not control the weapon he was holding. He found that he seemed to be flying higher and higher...
It wasn't until he flew to a certain distance that he saw his lower body and realized that his body had been cut into two pieces...
Seeing his miserable condition, the close friends of this worldly Buddha were filled with tears of anger and hatred. They should not have tears because they are worldly Buddhas and because they have experienced a long period of Buddhist practice starting a long time ago.
, they should have developed the state of mind in which all four elements are empty. Of course, they should not shed tears. Even if Ksitigarbha is so compassionate to all living beings and to the demons in the eighteen hells, he has never shed tears, because Ksitigarbha is himself.
It should be the Buddha. Ksitigarbha's cultivation has long surpassed that of many Buddhas. A Buddha should not shed tears, whether they are tears of anger, sadness, or pity.
But they are crying because they have already collapsed...
"We worked so hard, practiced so hard! We gave up everything and suppressed our yearning for the world for a long time. We have been practicing, practicing, practicing! Every day, every second, we are practicing with concentration! We are so
Work hard, we have endured so much crying, we have shed so much sweat, we cannot be so far apart from you!"
He angrily roared these words, the exact same words, jumped up, over the heads of the people in front of him, waving the weapon in his hand, condescendingly, pouring all the strength in his body, regardless of everything, regardless of whether this blow could succeed him.
Even if the blow misses and hits the ground, the meridians will be severed due to the excessive internal force.
Just to seek justice for myself, for my friends, for other Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who have died in battle.
One, fair...
The dark purple figure turned into a flash of light, flashed, and moved away.
When the blow failed and hit the ground, the worldly Buddha saw the column of blood spurting out from his chin... Then, he leaned back and fell to the ground. His consciousness blacked out and he could no longer see anything.
The dark purple sword energy was flashing, but it was too fast, too fast for anyone to see clearly or react to it.
Yiyun stood there, not far away every time he moved, and his face remained expressionless.
The blood around him was splattering, and a lot of it sprayed on his face and dripped down his chin; a lot of it sprayed on his hair, turning it blood red; a lot of it sprayed on his body, turning the dark purple battle suit into blood.
Bloody red...
People kept being cut off by the sword energy, and mutilated corpses were constantly being thrown away by the force of the sword energy, flying to the east, west, south, or north, or flying into the ceiling.
There are many, ruined holes.
Emotions were collapsing, and the collapsed emotions were spreading like an infectious disease. One after another, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the world were either shedding tears or screaming hysterically as they rushed towards Yiyun desperately. However, none of them rushed towards Yiyun.
When people touched him, no threatening Qi energy could hit Yiyun's body-protecting Qi head-on. However, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas who rushed towards him died one after another, and died...
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The masters of the Shaolin School in the Luohan Hall were also crazy. They rushed forward like crazy. No one was afraid. When Han Yong rushed forward, no one cared about the front and back. Everyone rushed forward as fast as they could.
Chaoyiyun rushes.
"Kill him! Kill him - even with one knife!"
More than one person is roaring so angrily, and this is the voice of more than a few people. There are fewer and fewer people, and the speed of death is very fast, faster than the speed of their weapons. Several people are killed every moment.
Death. However, the dark purple figure was still safe and sound, and his face was still expressionless - that was clearly indifferent.
No sarcasm? Is the indifferent itself sarcastic?
Even if not, for such a battle and such a result, even if it is a sincere cry and shouting, "Ah, I really don't want to kill you, I have no choice but...", it is still a kind of humiliation and ridicule.
The Buddhas who have entered the world are not willing to accept it, the Bodhisattvas who have entered the world are not willing to accept it, and many masters in the Luohan Hall are also unwilling to accept it!
They do not have the experience of practicing Buddhism that the Buddha and the Bodhisattva have spent a long time away from the world. However, they have also endured loneliness and endured the pain to climb up... Their efforts and dedication are definitely not an understatement.
I can tell you all about it! From setting foot in the world, being a newcomer that no one took seriously, to working hard on missions, fighting NPCs to accumulate learning points,... and finally, after going through a lot of hardships, I finally reached the point of joining Shaolin.
The terms of the sect were pitiful, and the reward was only enough to take a carriage to Shaolin, and arrive at the sect of his dreams.
Chopping firewood, carrying water, doing odd jobs, practicing Buddhism... until one day, I was finally able to learn the martial arts of the Shaolin sect, and then continued to chop wood, carry water, sweep the floor, watch the night, sort out scriptures, chant sutras, day after day, month after month.
Months... Until one day, I was finally able to learn the more advanced God-killing Art; at that time, I finally got rid of my identity as an entry-level Shaolin disciple, and then, under the leadership of the NPC Shaolin disciples, I performed rituals in the villages within the sect's residence
, doing good deeds, walking in the mountains and forests without food and water, not allowed to use Qinggong, chanting sutras, practicing hard, day after day, year after year... until one day, I finally achieved the goal of learning the God-killing secret.
The most advanced condition is that they have become senior brothers and no longer have to follow the NPCs to practice. However, they are not relaxed. They have been staying in the training cave, fighting NPCs, wooden dummies, and mechanical beasts in order to accumulate knowledge.
Point, they don’t have money, but they are monks, they can endure hardship, and they don’t dare to slack off!
Cultivating the God-killing Art to the top level where it can be eliminated as soon as possible is the watershed for completely accepting the status of newcomers. They entered the world later than many people in the world, so they cannot let themselves relax. Fellow disciples in the training cave come and go.
, many people struggle explosively for a few days, nights, or a month, and then leave. The next time they come, it may be a few days later, it may be half a month, a month or even a few months later; many people cannot learn for a long time.
I felt bored, and then I slowed down the pace of studying, chatting and joking with other classmates around me, and talking about gossip in the world; many people practiced martial arts for a few days, went out to make half a month's money, and then came back to continue studying.
At some point, the good money-making task was gone again, and the money earned in the end was spent on pursuing beautiful, lovely and gentle women from other factions. Without the money, the process continued to repeat; many people...
Many people are like this, many people are like that, but they are not. They dare not waste time, even if facing the wooden dummy makes them sick; even if the battle is so boring that they just want to take a nap; even if it is boring and boring, they want to slow down.
The speed was adjusted by chatting with others... However, in the end, they all gritted their teeth, overcame their own wavering, overcome their own weakness, forced themselves to work hard, and tried to waste no time as much as possible to gain learning points with the highest efficiency... Day after day
Day after day, month after month, year after year...
Finally one day, their God-killing Art reached its full level.
Many of my fellow sects around me at the same time were still practicing asceticism in the mountains and forests following NPCs. However, their God-killing skills were already full, and they got rid of their status as newcomers and became real first-rate characters; many people at the same time had already
I have had girlfriends one after another, some gentle, some fierce, some cute, some beautiful, some dignified, some as exquisite as jade carvings... but they don't even have the hands of a woman.
Touched. At that time, how much they wanted to stop themselves. At that time, when they occasionally met women from other sects in the practice cave, their fellow sects would proudly introduce them as the latest rising stars of the Shaolin sect.
Emerging experts.
Those girls' envious and admiring glances or alluring smiles made their hearts flutter...
At that time, how they wanted to stop themselves, to enjoy a period of warm and fragrant romance, to experience a touching love that lasted forever...
However, they still didn't. They were still forcing themselves to continue working hard and moving forward. They reminded themselves that there are many new masters in the world. There are many. The new masters just practice to the full level of God Killing Art at a very fast speed.
Yes, they are just newcomers. Among the newcomers, they are only fourth-rate characters, and they have not even reached the level of third-rate masters!
Can't stop!
Absolutely can’t stop!
It’s not enough, it’s not enough, it can’t stop!
They told themselves this again and again, forcing themselves again and again to turn around under the gaze of the beautiful women they finally met and met, and return to the mountains as planned, or go to the scene to practice martial arts. Their path
It’s still a long time ago, and they haven’t even comprehended the true artistic conception. Before they comprehend the selfless artistic conception, they are not qualified to do anything else, nor are they qualified to do anything else. Without the support of the true artistic conception, they cannot do anything else.
When maintaining the state of self-study, they cannot stop!
Quiet, quiet, far away from the same family, no close friends, because when friends play, they can't participate, when friends drink, they can't go, when friends visit brothels, they have no intention or courage... Artistic conception,
The artistic conception has been understood, self-study, the actual attribute usage value, and the artistic conception... year after year, year after year.
Finally one day, they realized that the most people in the world were cultivating, and countless people had already summed up the selfless artistic conception of the cultivation route. They spent many years... and by that time, they had already mastered several levels of the God-killing Art by themselves, and had increased their skills.
In the artistic conception of Shangzhen, they jumped from a fourth-rate role to the realm of a first-rate master in the arena. They finally became a master in the arena. Even if they are the lowest level among masters, even if they are still far away from the super-first-rate master, they still have a long way to go.
They are proud of themselves and shed tears for their efforts in a deserted place. Only they and those like them can understand how much sweat and bitterness it is.
Fellow disciples said complimentary words, and beauties from other sects looked at them with obvious interest, even direct and affectionate eyes... They seemed to be able to stop, but there was an unwillingness to resist their laxity and the outside world.
Temptation, the strength of super-class masters, the truth told to them by all past experiences, those who stop will find it difficult to continue climbing to higher places... Many times, fellow students at the cutting-edge level, those who have worked hard to reach this point like them, are just like before
Every level of breakthrough in the past has stopped a lot, a lot...
They did not stop. They strengthened their determination and worshiped under the Buddha and Bodhisattva. Their hard work and rapid growth made them the proud disciples of Buddha and Bodhisattva. A Shaolin disciple who was addicted to sensuality.
, they are not qualified to worship the vast majority of worldly Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and have no chance to improve their reputation and seniority in the sect.
But they are qualified. They have overcome many difficulties and practiced under the throne of the Buddha. Those who came earlier and never gave up have become super first-class masters. Although they are only the lowest among super first-class masters, super first-class masters are super first-class masters.
, no matter where you go in the world, you will never be underestimated; those who came late are still working hard, from being the weakest among the first-rate masters, to the middle level, to becoming the best among the first-rate masters.
Getting closer, step by step, bit by bit, to the super-first-class master's strength that is the envy of countless people in the world...
They have been working so hard to become disciples of the Buddha and the Bodhisattva!
But now, that dark purple figure, like cutting grass, easily killed so many people, so many fellow disciples who had worked so hard to get to where they are today! It also killed the one they respected as gods in their hearts.
Master, worldly Buddha and worldly Bodhisattva!
Anger, humiliation, unwillingness, the mixed taste makes people miserable, and then, they collapse!
"We worked so hard, practiced so hard! We gave up everything and kept practicing. No one else practiced hard, and kept practicing! Every day, every second, we practiced with concentration! We worked so hard, and we endured it.
After crying so much and sweating so much, we can't be so far apart from you!"
They rushed forward and attacked desperately...
Fall down until the last person falls.
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Today’s third chapter, adding more words, makes up for the twenty-fifth chapter where book friends collectively rewarded the leader. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
