Qin Xuan smiled and stood with his hands behind his back. Inside his body, the nine-color fairy baby's eyes seemed to penetrate the Dantian, and the nine-color masterpiece filled Qin Xuan's entire Dantian.
Behind Qin Xuan, if there were vast clouds and mist rising, a nine-color lotus appeared behind Qin Xuan's head, entered the clouds and mist, and turned into a hundred-foot-long golden lotus.
In the vast mist, Wuliang and others could only see a vague outline, and it was even difficult for them to see the true appearance of the Dharma in the mist.
But in the next moment, the vague shadow in the clouds and mist had already stretched out its arms, and the clouds and mist surged like a dragon, rushing towards the thousand-foot-long Dharma image behind Wuliang.
The image of the Dharma is as immovable as a mountain, and the unscrupulous person stands with his eyes lowered.
Only the Buddha's light is vast, and every inch of the Buddha's light is like a mountain.
The Dharma that is unscrupulously moved is the Buddha's Dharma throughout his life, his mind's understanding of the Buddha's way, and it is closely related to his will and Dharma power.
The path he sought, the Buddha he cultivated, and the methods he refined all merged into one, and he was thousands of feet behind him.
Wuliang lowered his eyes. Even though he felt the powerful presence behind Qin Xuan that was obscured by the clouds, his heart remained unmoved.
The way he seeks is not to mention powerful. If his heart for seeking the way was not firm, he would not be so unscrupulous as he is now.
If Buddhism is not vast, it is impossible to condense thousands of feet of Dharma.
"My heart is like a Buddha, invincible to all things and invulnerable to all dharmas!"
Wuliang murmured, holding the Buddha's gift and lowering his eyes, "If Vajra is not destroyed, King Ming will not be moved."
Finally, the billowing clouds and mist collided with the vast and bright Buddha's light. In the collision that everyone thought would cause the earth to collapse, the Buddha's light quietly shattered inch by inch.
It was as if a large stone struck a thin mirror, and the endless Buddha's light shattered easily.
It cracked open inch by inch and turned into nothingness.
The clouds and mist were as powerful as breaking bamboo and unstoppable.
Every inch of the Buddha's light was shattered, and the unscrupulous body trembled.
He suddenly raised his head, looking at the misty dragon-like elephant in disbelief, and suddenly raised his feet to take the second step.
Just when he raised his feet and was about to take the second step, his body suddenly stopped and his steps froze in the air.
His body was shaking, as if he was afraid.
It is not that he is afraid, but that he is afraid of the path he seeks. It is as if the path he seeks in his unscrupulous life is like a grain of sand under the mountains or a flicker of light in front of the vast sun under Qin Xuan's Dharma.
candlelight.
This gap is as big as heaven and earth, so his way is to be afraid.
Wuliang's pupils were trembling. He looked at the clouds and muttered, "How is that possible? What is it that he wants? What is it that he has cultivated?"
What kind of way, what kind of will, can make him unable to even take the second step, and make the way he seeks feel insignificant and fearful.
Why did this person cultivate, why did he become enlightened, and what was that blurry outline under the clouds and mist?
Wuliang's face was pale and there was cold sweat on his forehead.
For the first time in his life, he felt such fear and powerlessness.
This is not due to the difference in magic power, but the way he and Qin Xuan cultivated, and the will in their hearts is too different.
Not even the temple owner of Da Zi Zai Temple, whom Wuliang respected, never made Wuliang feel like this.
Finally, the clouds and mist dispersed into a gap as they collided with the Buddha's light.
Wuliang seemed to see something through the clouds and mist, his pupils were like needles, and the Buddha's heart was almost hurt at this moment, and his state of mind was in great waves.
It was a finger, just a finger, falling on his thousand-foot-long Dharma form.
I saw thousands of feet of Dharma behind him, and cracks appeared, centered on this finger, spreading to Qianzhang's whole body, and suddenly collapsed.
With just one finger, the thousand-foot-long Dharma image is destroyed!
Not to mention being unscrupulous, he was simply being unscrupulous. Tianxu and others were dumbfounded.
"What!?"
Tianxu
The Taoist almost jumped up in shock. That was unscrupulous. Buddhist and Taoist monks are already strong-willed, and the Thousand-Zhang Dharma is the result of the convergence of unscrupulous will and magic power.
Even if you are an eminent monk, there is nothing better than this.
But under the inexplicable appearance shrouded in clouds and mist behind Qin Xuan, it collapsed instantly.
This made the four words come to mind in Taoist Tianxu's mind: a mantis's arm is like a chariot!
Wuxian was also dumbfounded, and it was almost difficult to close his delicate red lips, looking at the collapsed thousand-foot-long Dharma image in disbelief.
She never imagined that the unscrupulous Dharma image would be so broken, it was too easy.
In terms of strength, Unscrupulous can definitely fight Qin Xuan. Even if he loses, he won't be able to do so easily.
"There is not much difference in the magic power between the two. The Buddhism practiced without good practice is the cycle of seven lives. This is already his seventh life. The immovable relics condensed in his body are comparable to the king's Zifu Nascent Soul and the peak of the Nascent Soul.
The magic power is definitely comparable to that of a peak Taoist master." Tianxu murmured to himself, "The only possibility is that the difference between the two of them is the way and will they seek!"
"How strong is the will of an unscrupulous person who has cultivated for seven lives and cut off the love of six lives? Although I don't know what the path he seeks is, it can support the unscrupulous people for six lives. It must not be underestimated..."
Tianxu looked at Qin Xuan, and he speculated that there was only one possibility.
That is the way that Qin Xuan seeks, which is stronger, strong enough to crush the hearts of the six unscrupulous Buddhas.
What kind of state of mind and what kind of way? Enough to crush a sixth-generation Buddhist cultivator?
Tianxu couldn't imagine it, and felt a little creepy in his heart. He looked at Qin Xuan, at the expression as calm as water, and at the eyes that were as calm as ancient wells.
What is hidden under this face and in those eyes?
Unscrupulous never took another step in the end. There was blood on the corner of his mouth and his face looked pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.
In the void, the clouds and mists, and the Dharma's appearance shrank hundreds of millions of times, disappeared behind Qin Xuan's head.
He looked at Wuliang and said calmly: "The Thousand-Zhang Dharma Appearance is certainly good!"
"It's a pity that you chose the wrong opponent!"
He fell directly, his eyes as calm as ever.
"Changqing, you guy, how on earth did you do this?" Wuxian almost screamed, his heart was extremely shocked.
Qin Xuan ignored him, but suddenly he took action, his sleeves shook, and his magic power was like a river.
In just a moment, this vast power made Wuxian's expression suddenly brighten.
She was running her skills, and white bones appeared behind her.
Her magic power collided with the power of Qin Xuan's sleeve. In an instant, Wu Xian took a few steps back. Her face turned red and her blood boiled.
"Do you really think that your master, the master of the Holy Demon Heavenly Palace, can make me afraid at all?" Qin Xuan spoke slowly, staring at Wu Xian, "If there is another time, I will kill you!"
A cold light flashed across his eyes, and at this moment, Wu Xian suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.
She seemed to know that what Qin Xuan said was not a joke.
The most important thing is that she knows the words Qin Xuan often talks about.
Practice what you preach!
This is definitely not a threat!
Wuxian's face was slightly pale, and he looked at Qin Xuan with a smile, as if he was hiding some fear in his heart.
"Young Changqing boy, I am curious in my heart. Although it is rude, I still want to ask you, why do you cultivate?" Taoist Tianxu ignored Wuxian. This is what the witch asked for. Who can blame her?
"If you don't want to answer, I won't ask you any more questions from now on!"
This sentence immediately attracted everyone's attention, including Feng Bao, Wuxian who was frightened, and Wuxian who fell from the sky.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Xuan at this moment.
Qin Xuan glanced at Taoist Tianxu, didn't think it was a taboo, and spoke calmly.