One thousand seven hundred and eighty-seven chapters Kunlun conferred God (twenty-eight)
Boom!
The mountains of books are like waves, the sea of knowledge is boundless, and the flow of billions of words turns into rolling thunder, just like the Milky Way falling from the sky, cleaning up the filth in the world, and instantly drowning Wu Ming, who is as enigmatic as a god and a demon.
Dead?
Under the wash of the stream of light, in everyone's eyes, it was clear that Wu Ming was instantly wiped out.
But if he died so easily, would he still be Wu Ming?
Thinking of all the luck that had not arisen before, it was instantly annihilated.
Even if they wish to cut Wu Ming into pieces, in fact, everyone has to admit that this is not only a strong man who broke his own limits, but also a legend that transcends cognition.
Sure enough, the next moment that Wu Ming seemed to vanish into ashes in the eyes of everyone, it seemed as if a sun rose up in the boundless sea of learning.
Silently and in an incomprehensible way, another Wu Ming appeared!
"The yin and yang are reversed, and the universe is in chaos!"
The young Taoist priest shouted sharply and pointed at the Yin Yang Mirror and the Qian Kun Yuan Ling Cauldron. The two treasures complemented each other, and countless magical brilliance staggered out and strangled Wu Ming.
boom!
In an instant, Wu Ming disappeared into ashes in the stream of light again, and his breath dissipated in an instant just like before.
No matter how you look at it, it is a sign of death, but everyone's numb mind cannot bring out the slightest excitement. It seems that they have expected that Wu Ming will appear again.
Sure enough, just half a breath later, another Wu Ming suddenly appeared, still as silent as before, as if he was standing there, but everyone was dazzled.
"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying..."
The young man who had lost his arms looked up to the sky and screamed. Although his hair was disheveled, he had a murderous aura rising into the sky.
The iron-blooded battle flag, which had lost control, roared loudly, and the tail of the flag flicked like a boundless river of blood, or like an evil dragon rising out of the sea, swallowing Wu Ming in one bite.
"If I hear..."
Almost at the same time, the young monk took a step forward and appeared on the edge of the sea of blood in a moment, reciting the Diamond Sutra, the supreme inheritance of Zen Buddhism.
Twelve Buddhas transformed into angry-eyed Vajra, and there seemed to be countless monks chanting sutras for hundreds of millions of miles around, ushering in the arrival of the Buddha's kingdom.
In the center of the looming Buddhist kingdom, the golden lotus flickered uncertainly, like a bud that had not yet opened. Wu Ming, who should have been annihilated in the river of blood, suddenly appeared strangely.
But even if the Buddha Kingdom came to the world, it was still difficult to suppress Wu Ming. When his body appeared, the Buddha Kingdom began to tremble endlessly, and the twelve angry-eyed Vajra became even more distorted, and it seemed that it would collapse in the next moment.
Jingle bell bell!
Just when the Buddhist kingdom was about to collapse, a clear ringing sound suddenly resounded throughout the heavens. It was like a flying goddess descending from the distance, and it was also like a Rakshasa demon dance, which attracted the hearts of gods and Buddhas!
But I saw a beautiful shadow, dancing in the golden lotus petals to clear the shadow, and the golden lotus bloomed again under my feet, attracting the divine light from the gods to fall like rain, reflecting the unparalleled Buddha land, like a fairyland.
Everyone's minds were instantly attracted. Even a powerful person like Zhao Shuhang, who was in the Holy Realm, could not help but slowly sink the Shushan Sword in his hand.
Lan Xinsu, the Linglong Celestial Girl back then, Huiyue Shenni, the direct descendant of the saint, and later the Celestial Witch of the Demon Sect!
A dance of gods and demons, touching the hearts of gods and Buddhas!
"Way to go!"
Wu Ming looked at it silently for a long time. It seemed like a thousand years or an instant, and he slowly spit out two words.
call!
The gentle breeze came slowly and without any basis, just like the invisible fire that lingered around the heavens and spread out from the Buddha's kingdom. It burned down the Buddha's golden body, burned down hundreds of millions of temples, and turned the billions of golden lotuses into ashes. .
"May there be an afterlife..."
The green shadow seemed to be condensed, as if frozen, but after a moment, it slowly turned into little stars and dispersed like rain.
A generation of peerless geniuses died, and from then on the demonic dance became unparalleled!
"Hahaha!"
The young general who had lost his arms looked at the iron-blooded war flag undulating in the waves of the school waves, and seemed to see something. He smiled up at the sky and stepped into the Buddhist kingdom that was about to collapse.
"Everyone, a certain family will take the first step!"
The young general looked back and strode forward resolutely. He roared without regrets and followed the figure submerged in the waves of the school waves, "Take good care of this great river and mountain!"
"Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation. It's not right or wrong if one move is wrong. But since we lost today, we must pay for it with our lives!"
The young Taoist priest sighed with emotion, threw down the Yin-Yang Mirror, rolled up his sleeves and pushed open the Qiankun Yuanling Cauldron, and also stepped into the Buddhist kingdom, laughing loudly, "Just keep an eye on it!"
"Amitabha, good, good, good!"
The young monk chanted the name of Buddha, and the solemn expression on his face suddenly faded. He took out a steaming bun from his palm and took a big bite.
The skin is thin, the fillings are rich, the gravy is fresh and tender, and it is the most delicious dish in the world!
"Haha, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha is sitting in my heart! My body is the body of the Tathagata, and my heart is the heart of the Buddha!"
The young monk swallowed the meat buns in two mouthfuls, looked up to the sky, laughed and sang, acted like a wild man, fluttered his sleeves and stepped into the Buddhist kingdom.
Qin?, the most outstanding military strategist in the mid-Tang Dynasty, Li Chunfeng, the master of Taoism, and the brilliant Buddhist disciple of Shaolin Temple, died on the same day in the Buddhist great power - the Buddhist kingdom Pudu!
Boom!
The sky was dark, the wind was surging, thunder was rolling in an instant, and dark blue hail like meteorites poured down like heavy rain, as if mourning the death of these peerless heroes.
The saint is in harmony with the sky. When the saint falls, there is a rain of blood, and the vision spreads to the world!
Although the four peerless geniuses were not as good as Sheng Yun, at this moment, heaven and earth recognized them and gave the four saints the same treatment.
"you……"
Zhao Shuhang looked miserable, and his eyes were full of confusion.
I don't understand, I can't figure it out. Even though he had tried his best to break the blockade of the invisible flame on everyone's hearts and minds with the Shushan Sword and Xue Haifan, why did the four of them give up all resistance and be willing to die!
"So, this is your way!"
A young man who was not tall, wearing a bundt and wearing straw sandals, with an ordinary face but unparalleled determination, walked slowly out of the crowd and stared at Wu Ming. What was reflected in his pupils was a scene of chasing and playing under a velvet flower tree.
The figure of a little naughty boy asked, "Is there a place for someone?"
"Brother Gu is willing to go. You're welcome. I'll give you a ride!"
Wu Ming said calmly.
"good!"
The young man tilted his head slightly as if to say hello, nodded heavily, strode forward, entered the Buddhist kingdom, and laughed loudly, "Haha, a certain ancient Jinglong has never convinced anyone in his life, I hope you can get out!"
Before he could finish his words, his figure disappeared without a trace in the twisted shadow of Buddhist lotus.
"I hope Brother Wu...hey, forget it!"
A young man in colorful clothes emerged from the crowd, glanced at Wu Ming with a complex expression, shook his head and sighed as he stepped into the Buddhist kingdom.
"Hey, what's the point of fighting?"
Immediately afterwards, another young man shook his head and laughed at himself. After entering the Buddhist kingdom, he said without looking back, "I hope Brother Wu will be merciful and at least leave some seeds!"
"It depends!"
Wu Ming made a brief gesture with his hands without looking back.
"Haha, I have you all to keep me company on the road to Huangquan. I won't be alone when I think about it. I'll wait..."
With loud laughter, the three figures disappeared and turned into ashes.
The ancient family frightened the dragon, and the aristocratic family Xie Tianhua and Yuan Shenji went to their deaths and died in the Buddhist kingdom!
"Wu Ming, what kind of magic did you use?"
"The monster was born and China was robbed. Holy Ancestor, why don't you open your eyes and take a look, and let this evil heretic wreak havoc on our human race?'
"The magic must be the magic..."
Zhao Shuhang didn't understand, and everyone didn't understand, why these unparalleled geniuses, who were famous all over China, had the appearance of saints, and were half-saints, who could defeat the strong men who pretended to be saints, suddenly gave up their resistance one by one.
In their opinion, Wu Ming must have used evil methods to disrupt their minds.
Otherwise, how could such unbelievable things happen?
What's even more weird is that they clearly sensed something was wrong and wanted to stop it, but their bodies couldn't move at all. They couldn't stop it at all and could only watch them die.
"You...what kind of Tao have you cultivated?"
Zhao Shuhang's voice was dry and low, and his heart was full of unwillingness, dissatisfaction, and disbelief.
Why did Shenxiu and the others, who clearly refused to let him, look like they had seen through the situation, abandon everything without any thought, and die without hesitation?
He is the peerless genius of our time, the Holy Prince of the Great Song Dynasty, the Holy Son of the Holy Temples, and the mighty power of the Holy Realm. Why is it that he seems to be a fool and seems to be doing useless work all the time?
For the sake of the Song Dynasty, he did not hesitate to abandon the Confucian orthodoxy he had learned since childhood and murder women and children.
For the sake of the inheritance of the human race, they ignored the royal family of Zhao and Song Dynasty and sold out their ancestral heritage, allowing the Golden Scaled Demon Sage to seize the dragon's veins and dilute the fate of the human race.
For today, his teacher, Lao Jijiu, died as a warning to him, and gave him the two most important treasures of Confucianism. And he lived up to expectations and became a great power in the holy realm.
But what’s the result?
Looking at the young man in front of him who was neither sad nor happy, Zhao Shuhang became angry. He had given up so much, so why did he lose for no reason?
I once thought that what Wu Ming cultivated was the path of becoming a saint through physical body and becoming a Taoist through strength, but later I found out that this was not the case.
Just when he thought he had seen through Wu Ming's hidden secret, he was horrified to discover that the other party actually possessed the aura of the Chaos Demon God.
But later during the fight, it was discovered that the fire that can overcome misfortunes without burning anything was adhering to the legendary road of cause and effect.
But even so, how could Wu Ming be so virtuous and capable as to let all the geniuses of our generation die generously?
Tianjiao has his own pride, even if he is on the verge of despair, he will not give in or give up.
But he saw it so clearly that when Shenxiu and others were about to die, they were not discouraged at all, as if they had been reborn and embarked on a new journey!
"Me?"
Wu Ming glanced sideways at the sky, stood with his hands behind his hands, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, as well as an indifference that could not be eliminated. He sang softly, "The ancestors of Taoism, the heavenly energy transforms the three pure things, the past, the future, and the present are in accordance with the destiny, the Confucian ancestors of Donghua Taihang
Promote righteousness, let the self surpass the self and the universe!"
Boom!
Before he finished speaking, dark clouds rolled in the sky, the wind and clouds changed color, and the heaven and earth shook violently, as if the sky and the earth were about to change. Countless noises gathered into a sound wave, which was released from the void of the nine heavens. The shock made everyone present tremble and stand unsteadily.
"You...who are you?"
Zhao Shuhang staggered as if he had been struck by thunder, his face was horrified, and he looked at Wu Ming in a very gloomy manner.
Buzz!
Almost at the same time, Shushan Sword and Xue Haifan flew away from their hands, like a baby swallow flying into the arms of Wu Ming. They flew beside Wu Ming in an instant, hovering unsteadily, showing an indescribable intimacy.
Treasures have spirits, divine weapons choose their masters, and if virtue is not matched, there will be disaster!
Zhao Shuhang's whole body exuded an indescribable aura of twilight, accompanied by waves of disgusting stench, like evil spirits crawling out of hell! (To be continued)