Chapter 347: King Ming turns around to compensate)
There was a rare look of panic on Sima Yuntian's face. It was obviously his own sword, but it was still connected to his mind, but it was completely out of his control. It came through the air at an incredible speed.
"Flowing clouds"
At the critical moment, Sima Yuntian's figure rushed up the mountain, and he swung out a whisk in time, and thousands of silver threads rolled around, tightly entangled and pulled the sword light.
This saved him from the danger of being pierced through the chest by the sword, but at the same time Sima Yuntian vomited blood from his mouth, feeling unspeakably depressed and annoyed.
Although their cultivation levels were almost the same, their strength seemed to be the same. However, in front of Zhuang Wudao, he felt like a child waving a weapon in front of an adult. Not only was he powerless against the opponent, but he could be injured at any time if he was not careful.
arrive.
The dark sword light struck back, and the dark blue fire that filled the sky immediately stopped. It once again transformed into the shape of a phoenix's claw, and silently hit the red Zen staff from behind, forcing it to retreat.
"In my entire life of infinite true Buddha Dharma wisdom, I have never encountered such a troublesome person as the donor. However, there are always obstacles in the world's martial arts."
Fazhi recited the name of the Buddha and took a step back. He held the seals in both hands and opened his chest, revealing an exquisite Buddha statue necklace inside. Three layers of golden Buddha shadows were emitted from his body at the same time.
"Sheila Paramita, Golden Light Binding Wheel"
A huge golden Buddha wheel suddenly appeared above the hall. Golden chains fell down one after another, like big snakes, extending and entangled towards Zhuang Wudao's hands, feet and limbs. Completely ignoring the magnetic energy, it seemed that it could be achieved in an instant.
Tie Zhuang Wudao tightly.
But when these chains came into contact with Zhuang Wudao's body, it seemed as if Zhuang Wudao's skin was coated with a layer of oil. It was extremely slippery, making it impossible for these hundreds of golden chains to touch his body. Every time they came into contact,
, it will slip away, let alone entangle.
"You monk, why don't you just wait for me to give you this Bodhi seed and Bodhi branch? Why do you want to seek death and take a hand in it? There are life and death in the world's martial arts. But you are bound by golden light.
I haven’t fully mastered the chakra mantra, so why would I use it to embarrass myself?”
What?
Na Fazhi was stunned, always feeling that Zhuang Wudao's tone at this moment was a bit feminine. However, what he was more concerned about at this moment was the murderous intent in his words.
The next moment, the golden light Wheel Binding Curse in the sky suddenly spun. Then all ninety-nine chains turned towards him and swept towards him.
Dharma Wisdom roared angrily, and his Zen staff paused. Layers of Buddhist sutra text appeared in time, appearing in the void, like a wall. However, it was shattered by these chains. However, all the limbs were entangled and bound, and the whole person was forcibly bound by these chains.
He was hung in the air. No matter how hard Fa Zhi struggled, he could not escape.
"bite"
There was a harsh metal trembling, and the wolf-tooth sword slashed through the air, striking the Lei Xing sword hairpin that was blocking the way.
The swords clashed, and sparks flew everywhere. Fang Xiaoru gritted his teeth, but the sword power could not make any further progress. On the contrary, the counterattack force on the sword body became stronger and stronger.
Just as the stalemate continued, Yun'er suddenly blew a breath. Fang Xiaoru was suddenly startled, like a frightened rabbit, and flew away without hesitation by using the force of the rebound. Wuji Talisman, urged to the maximum, wolf teeth.
The sword brought out a series of spiral arcs, preparing to resist and defend against Zhuang Wudao's possible counterattack and pursuit.
After several fights in a row, Zhuang Wudao used his own strength to fight against him, and he was beaten to a pulp. He would rather be cautious than embarrass himself again.
Yun'er laughed dumbly and ignored it. And beside him, the hoarse voice of the old man in black robe could be heard again.
"The useless idiot is actually the pillar of Qian Tianzong's generation——"
The pair of fleshy palms struck again. The gray-white death energy lingering in the palms became a few points thicker. The voice of the old man in black robe was also more ferocious than ever before.
"The great evil Luohui can be killed"
At this time, Yun'er was blocking the way, and several spiritual weapons were too late to come back to help. However, Zhuang Wudao was in the sea of mind, but he was not worried. He knew that the sword spirit had spent all his efforts to create this moment of alone fighting. This game is just for this moment.
Each of the several spiritual weapons needs to be guarded by someone. However, it also means that the old man in black robe is also isolated and helpless at this moment.
Yun'er's face was expressionless, and there was no strange color in his eyes. He also hit the tablet with a big palm and struck again.
The three palms collided, first the physical force collided, the true energy impacted, and then layers of boundless evil force surged forward.
Zhuang Wudao's body finally couldn't stand anymore and took half a step back, almost exiting the bluestone.
And just when the smile was hidden in the eyes of the old man in black robe, and he showed a bit of amusement, his expression suddenly changed, and he found that the evil spirit that rushed out of his body actually came from Zhuang Wudao's fleshy palm, It surged back, with a trace of the aura of death. It caused the rotting bones and heart-eating palm demonic skills in his body to surge and turbulence, backfired in the five parts of his body.
As for those fleshy palms, they seemed to be completely stuck together with Zhuang Wudao's hands, making it impossible to break free.
"What kind of method are you talking about?"
The surprise in the eyes of the old man in black robes has turned to panic. The evil energy in his body is boiling and filling the sky, running wildly in all directions. All his internal organs are being corroded by this bone-rotting, heart-gnawing evil force.
"This is grafting flowers and grafting trees, treating the person's body in his own way."
Yun'er said calmly, "The movement of the world is not just about borrowing power to transform it. Sometimes it can also be done by forcefully borrowing it."
The skin of the old man in black robes was covered with a layer of gray, and even layers of dead skin could be seen falling from the ground.
The wounds on the legs, regardless of the bones and flesh, are all gray in color. The power of rotting bones and devouring the heart is still continuously extracted by Zhuang Wudao, and in turn is instilled and forced into the body. Black The old man in green robes raised his eyes and looked around again, and saw that Fang Xiaoru was like a frightened bird, and his Dharma wisdom was still bound by his golden light wheel-binding spell. Sima Yuntian and the monks in green robes were both trapped by the 'magnetic elemental spirit shield' and 'subdued' Demon Ding Shangui blocked it and couldn't get in.
There was no help around, and the bone-rotting and heart-gnawing rage in his body was approaching its limit. The old man in black robe gritted his teeth suddenly, raised the last of his true energy, and exploded it at the elbow of his arm with determination. It was shockingly forceful, and the One of his own hands was forcibly blown off. Then he roared wildly and flew back dozens of feet away. The whole body of the old man in black robe then turned into a red light and rushed out of the hall.
Not only was Zhuang Wudao at this moment frightened, he did not dare to continue fighting to the death. It was also to prevent everyone in the hall from having their limbs cut off. He only had less than 10% of his combat strength left. He only needed to Anyone who has evil thoughts will have no luck today.
Yun'er ignored it and turned around for the first time, his eyes falling on Fazhi. There was a glimmer of murderous intent in his eyes, and then he reached out and summoned the Thunder Apricot Sword Hairpin in front of him again.
The dark brown sword body was shining brightly at this moment, revealing a trace of lightning and thunder, forming a blazing electric grid, and the sword energy was flowing out.
"What do you want to do?"
Fazhi's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong. His mind was horrified, and a feeling of extreme danger arose in his heart.
However, the golden chain on his body could not be opened for a while.
"Everything here today started with you, monk. If I don't kill you, how can I be willing to do so? Buddhism talks about cause and effect, and people who kill people will always kill them. Monk, since you have the intention to kill, I will do the same. I can send you back to the pure land of the West.”
When Yun'er spoke, his expression was extremely serious. Holding the sword with both hands, he turned the true energy in Zhuang Wudao's body into talismans and drove them into the Lei Xing sword hairpin.
Pseudo mysticism, Da Sui Yun
Pseudo mysticism, big crack stone
Pseudo mysticism, sword drawing style
Pseudo mysticism, stabbing style
Connecting the meridians and opening the orifices, distinguishing life and death, rising
"The sword master sees clearly that this is how the real separation between life and death should be used."
Five spiritual orifices in a row were triggered by Yun'er one by one. When the Lei Xingjian hairpin was raised, the entire stone palace seemed to have lost its color.
Everyone froze in their movements and looked at the flying sword light in astonishment. Layers of sword shadows shrouded down, gradually merged into one, and pointed directly at the center of Fazhi's eyebrows.
And just the aftermath of this sword force caused a large piece of the stone wall to collapse near the entrance of the stone palace.
Fazhi let out a heart-rending roar, and his figure swelled up like a furious-eyed King Kong, struggling to break the golden chains bound to his body inch by inch.
However, after the struggle broke out, there was still no joy in Fazhi's eyes, but he was even more horrified and confused.
He found himself unable to evade or resist on his own. He could vaguely feel that the sword light pointed at him had firmly locked a vague line in his mind, fixing his life and death.
If you feel that this line is continuous, then even if you dodge, even if you successfully resist, if you are not attacked by the Thunder Apricot Sword Hairpin, you will still be unable to escape the situation of death.
If you want to escape, unless someone is willing to die on your behalf
Fazhi didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he always had a keen spiritual sense and was proficient in Buddhist principles, so he didn't dare to take any risks.
From the corner of his vision, he saw the escaping light of the old man in black robe passing by him.
As soon as his mind moved, Fa Zhi took out a golden Buddhist verse from his sleeve without hesitation.
"The Buddha does not know the Buddha without seeing the body. If he really knows that there is no other Buddha. A wise man can know that the nature of sin is empty, and he is calm and not afraid of life and death. Master Ye, please die on my behalf today to hold Nagham Muni, and King Ming will turn around!"
The Buddha's verses were transformed, and in an instant, a huge halo of light suddenly appeared between Fazhi and the old man in black robes. The halo rotated, and the two people changed directions out of thin air.
The majestic sound of the thunder apricot sword hairpin struck with thousands of purple lightnings, instantly piercing the black-robed old man's eyebrows. The old man's eyes were filled with unwilling resentment at first, and then the luster gradually faded and disappeared.
"The poor monk Amitabha feels ashamed. This time when he returns to the prairie fire, he will recite the Forty-Nine Days of Hell Rebirth Sutra for the benefactor in order to transcend the benefactor's soul."
After the Dharma Wisdom was established, he was also covered in blood and his face was full of shame. He leaned over and bowed deeply to the old man in black robe. The expressions of everyone present were indescribably weird.
A Jindan monk who shocked the world just died like this? Died under the joint efforts of Zhuang Wudao and Fa Zhi?