Chunhu Mojiao said angrily: "I have been practicing here for nearly a thousand years, even earlier than you so-called human beings. I kill people just like you people kill chickens. What's wrong with that? Instead, it was you who made me suppressed.
Five years at the bottom of the lake have only ruined my life. Tonight, I want you to repay it all."
At this time, Xu Fengnian and others discovered that the right eye of this ink dragon was gray-white.
Hearing the words, Yi Yishu let out a long sigh, "Alas, there are spirits in the heaven and earth, and they give birth to all things. It is unreasonable to commit murder in vain. There is only one word in Brahma, kill!"
"Then today, I, Mr. Chunhu, will avenge the past for destroying his eyes." Suppressed at the bottom of the lake, Chunhu Mojiao's resentment only increased, and he vowed to avenge his past for sealing and destroying his eyes.
Mo Jiao drove his eight-foot-long body to show his magical power and fly into the air without wings.
He uses the water of Spring God Lake for his own use, and carries the huge water waves towards a page of books.
I saw a page of books, stretched out my arms, the Buddha's light shone, and the holy energy of heaven and earth increased greatly.
The ink dragon rushed to a distance of one foot in front of the book. The water waves were blocked by the holy wall transformed by the holy energy, making it difficult to move forward.
"Great Brahma Holy Palm", a page with a huge swastika Buddha seal on the palm.
With just one palm, the black dragon was knocked back into the Spring God Lake.
The strong palm force caused the water on the lake to splash, forming a swastika hollow.
The ink dragon hit the rocks at the bottom of the lake hard, sending rocks and mud flying.
This scene made everyone present stunned.
Even Li Chungang showed a rare expression of surprise.
"This..." After receiving this slap, Mo Jiao finally woke up.
The pain on the dragon's body finally made it recall how a page of book sealed itself that day.
In the time since Chunhu Mojiao was sealed, considerable progress has been made.
This gives it the illusion that it can compete with a one-page book.
Unexpectedly, the one-page book has made greater progress in these five years.
After recognizing the gap between himself and the one-page book, the Spring Lake ink dragon emerged from the water and lay low, saying, "Please pray to the holy monk that he has the virtue of a good life in the sky and let the little dragon have a way to live. The little dragon is willing to stay quietly at the bottom of the Spring God Lake from now on."
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"Letting the tiger return to the mountain will cause endless troubles. Demons and evil ways will not be tolerated by heaven!" But one page of the book does not intend to give Mo Jiao another chance. He is full of inner energy, and the Buddha is shining brightly. Just like the Buddha comes to the world, it is the move that takes his life.
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"On a page of a book, you actually want to kill everyone, just wait for me!" Seeing this, Mo Jiao immediately ran away without caring about his dignity.
Anyway, according to the long lifespan of the Jiao clan, it can hide for a hundred years.
When the one-page book, this great enemy, dies of old age, the world will be his own again.
But it miscalculated again.
"The Heavenly Dragon Roars!" The one-page call was completed, the stunt reappeared, and with one ultimate move, the fate of the ink dragon was marked.
The sound waves combined with the Buddhist holy essence can travel across mountains and seas, and can hit thousands of miles away.
There is no way to avoid the ink dragon in Chun Lake, and he is attacked from the front.
"Ah~ a page of book, you will not die well!" Before Mo Jiao died, he uttered the most vicious curse in his heart.
"Peng~" there was a shocking explosion, and Mo Jiao's body exploded violently from the inside out.
The dragon's flesh and blood spread all over the Spring God Lake, and a thousand years of cultivation was reduced to a painting.
After killing the dragon, Yi Yishu did not leave, but slowly landed in front of Xu Fengnian and others.
Seeing this, Wang Linquan quickly led the people around him to greet him, and took the lead in saying: "Holy Buddha killed the evil dragon and saved the people living near Chunshen Lake from water and fire. Please accept our worship."
"No need." A dusty page of the book was waved, and a soft force lifted up Wang Linquan and others who wanted to kneel down.
Then, a page of books actually made an astonishing move and struck the Buddha statue on the top of Laoshan Mountain with a palm strike.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, the holy Buddha statue that had been standing on the top of Laoshan Mountain for many years collapsed.
"Holy Buddha, this..." Wang Linquan and others did not want to destroy the holy statue on the top of Laoshan Mountain with their own hands.
"The world is like a chess piece, everything is unpredictable, and all the heroes are laughing~" A page of book turned into a clear and high-spirited poem, and disappeared.
Before leaving, Yi Yi smashed his holy image, leaving only Wang Linquan and others messy in the wind.
Xu Fengnian had no such concerns and directly expressed the doubts in his heart, "It's strange that everyone in the world would like someone to build a statue for themselves and say that they will be remembered forever. Senior, do you know why this monk destroyed his statue before leaving?
What’s the purpose?”
Li Chungang saw Xu Fengnian's intention to clear up everyone's doubts, and said sternly: "As a land god, naturally he won't care about these false incense. Instead, ordinary people like you set up statues to worship here. In addition to wasting people's money, food and time,
There is simply no other use for it."
Li Chungang revealed that this eminent monk named "One Page Book" had reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
The division of ordinary ninth-level realms below third-level is very simple and simple. The level of strength depends on how much armor is broken. If the armor is damaged but not broken, it is lower than third-level. Whether the armor is broken or not is the first threshold.
The so-called armor refers to the Dynasty's standard iron plate armor, which combines the highest craftsmanship of the Dynasty. There are two layers in total, front and back.
Level 3 can break armor, but only below level 6.
Therefore, Liujia is the second big hurdle for martial arts warriors.
The third level among the top three levels can generally break through eight or nine armors, while the first, second and second levels can't be said for sure.
Princess Beiliang once broke through one hundred and sixty armors with one sword.
And the terrestrial fairyland, which is superior to the first-level and third-level realms, has such incredible abilities that are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
In front of them, the number of soldiers no longer means much.
When a page of book has reached this stage, there is no need for anyone to erect a statue to worship it.
The purpose of destroying the statue is to break the residents' suspicion of themselves near Spring God Lake.
Let them understand that instead of worrying about worshiping themselves, which is a waste of money, and placing their hope in illusory gods, it is better to seize the moment.
After some cooperation between Xu Fengnian and Li Chungang, Wang Linquan finally understood the purpose of the one-page book.
They no longer have to worry about the destruction of the holy statue and disperse.
Xu Fengnian and others continued to stay at Chunshen Lake.
After Wang Linquan and others left, Li Chungang naturally no longer had to maintain his superior demeanor.
He scratched his ears and sighed: "I didn't expect that after not hanging out in the world for so long, so many talents would come out. Not only Tianhu Ling, but also a land god named Yipeng Shu."
"Does senior know where he comes from?"
The old sword god said with certainty: "It's definitely not the group of elm lumps in Landuo Temple. Just one page of decisive killing is far superior to that group of monks."
Xu Fengnian asked: "How do you compare with that one-page book?"
The old sword god showed an expression as if he had expected you to ask this question, "Boy, you will indeed ask this question. Frankly speaking, in terms of realm alone, I may not be able to compare with that monk. But if it is a life and death fight, who will survive?
It is still unknown who died."
Xu Fengnian asked the question he was most concerned about, "How does it compare with Wang Xianzhi from Emperor Wu City in the East China Sea?"