The seven thoughts that were originally used to detect life and death, with the flow of Buddha's power when he has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for more than ten years, it is conceivable what kind of state he will reach.
In addition to the Ullan Bell, a treasure that accompanies the Buddha throughout his life, the Washan Hall is the core of the Buddhist formation in Lanke Temple. The Buddha Sword and the Big Black Umbrella are indeed unstoppable.
The Apocalypse Saint in this realm is equally unstoppable.
The people in the room who were worried after the thunder outside the palace finally calmed down. No matter how powerful the people coming from your academy are, who else can stop that sword besides Master?
Master Qishan, who was sitting on the futon, had a painful expression on his face. The chessboard left by the Buddha in his hand shone with a faint light, like an old monk who kept sighing.
After the thunder came, he gave up the idea of containing the master and servant inside the chessboard.
But what he never expected was that Qi Nian would make the decision to transform the Ullana Bell into a Buddhist sword so quickly. You know, he was willing to swallow his tongue into his belly in order to practice closed-mouthed meditation.
They knew that the person coming from the academy was Mr. Twelve who had defeated Liu Bai, but the problem was that he did just that, and he also lost his last chance to include Ning Que and Ning Que on the chessboard.
The fighting sword pavilion masters Cheng Ziqing and Mo Shanshan stopped at the same time, because after the appearance of the Buddhist sword, they concluded that the outcome was destined, and it would be meaningless to continue fighting.
…
Only a short moment passed when the Ullan Ling transformed into a Buddhist sword and merged into the torrent. Even Qi Nian's lips did not close after he recited the Buddhist mantra, and half of the tongue in his mouth could still be seen.
This is also the reason why everyone thinks that the outcome is destined. The Buddha's Sword is so fast that no one in the world can stop it except the Master, and the Master does not seem to have any intention of taking action.
The Buddha's sword touched the surface of the big black umbrella, and the big black umbrella was stabbed open as it should. The Buddha's breath that followed the tip of the sword rushed toward Sangsang like it had encountered something that attracted it.
Ning Que protected Sang Sang, but the Buddha's breath seemed to ignore the existence of his body and pierced his back, then passed out from his chest and abdomen and entered Sang Sang's body.
Sang Sang seemed to have become a bloody person, with blood gushing from her mouth and nose, blood gushing from her eyes, and blood gushing from her skin.
Ning Que turned his head and looked at the Buddhist sword that was about to pierce his back. There was only some indescribable anger and despair in his eyes. It was like this when he watched Xiahou stab his parents with a spear.
He didn't like this feeling, but even if he became a disciple on the second floor and a great practitioner in a well-known realm, he would still feel this way.
This seems ridiculous, just like an ant looking up at the sky all day long. It fights for food with its own kind and tries hard to hone its body. Finally, one day, a pair of thin wings grows on its back.
But when it flew towards the sky, it encountered an eagle. The eagle just waved its wings, and then it fell back to the earth, its thin wings were broken, and it could no longer admire the sky.
The sharp-edged Buddhist sword cut through Ning Que's clothes, and the tip of the sword had already touched his skin.
Ning Que was laughing, maybe laughing at his own weakness, or maybe laughing at the people who were watching him and Sang Sang laugh. However, after all, this smile was not because he wanted to laugh, so it looked very awkward and annoying.
Sad.
…
After a long time, the Buddhist sword did not come out from his chest and abdomen and then pierced into Sangsang's body. He heard the sound of water dripping from under the big black umbrella, and then suddenly turned his head and saw the man who made him extremely shocked.
A friendly figure.
Master Qishan sighed as if he had survived a disaster, Mo Shanshan showed a moving smile, Baoshu's pupils widened as if he had seen a demon, and Jiangge strongman Cheng Ziqing's eyes were complicated.
There is also Qi Nian, his expression seems to be annoyed and regretful.
"I have been here a long time ago, just waiting for someone, but that person was too slow. Perhaps, I am still hoping that Master Qishan can really use his methods to cure Sangsang, but I didn't expect you to be so anxious.
"
Qi Nian's closed lips opened, and he said in a hoarse and extremely awkward tone: "Because the teacher and the master have made an agreement, so as long as there is a chance to prevent him from taking action, I will not let him take action, and we have always thought that we want to
The only way to avoid eternal night is to kill the daughter of Hades. But what I didn't expect was that your husband is actually a fellow cultivator of the Heavenly Demon of No Ways."
Regarding Qinian's words, the people in the audience were shocked again. First of all, his words made it clear that for today's actions regarding the daughter of Pluto, the power used by the Buddha was not only what was seen in Lanke Temple, it seemed that the legend
The leader of the sermon also came out of Xuankong Temple. Moreover, Mr. Twelve was actually a demon cultivator, and the realm of breaking through the five realms was Wujian plus heavenly demon.
"So, your failure to keep silent today is not worth it."
After saying that, Ye Chao held the Buddhist sword soaked in his own blood in front of his eyes, squeezed it hard, and the sword turned into a Bon bell, and then the Bon bell turned into fine copper pieces stained with blood.
Master Baoshu on the side seemed to have been stimulated by something. As the Bon bell broke, a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. This was also because the Bon bell that had been with him for many years and was passed down from the hands of the Buddha,
He temporarily forgot about the terror of the visitor. He pointed at Ye Chao and cursed angrily: "Your academy is so arrogant!"
Ye Chao waved his hand as if to ward off flies. Baoshu's voice, which did not sound as solemn as before, disappeared. If a spring of blood gushes out from the closed mouth, the Adam's apple surges as if it is extremely difficult to swallow something.
Something to swallow.
"It's really annoying. It's just a broken bell."
Qi Nian was also angry because of what he did. The Ullama Bell was a relic of the Buddha, and the Baoshu was the head of the Discipline Hall of Xuankong Temple, but he crushed the Uollan Bell into pieces because Baoshu's words destroyed it.
Split tongue.
"Did Mr. Twelve go too far?"
Ye Chao sneered and said: "You should have thought of this result when you were preparing to treat my junior brother like this. I am not like senior brother, and I still strive to become a person like my junior uncle. From this point of view, what I did
Still nothing.”
"So, everyone who attacks my junior brother today will die. Those who don't want to die will have to cut off their arms and lose their cultivation."
His words were firm and contained a determination that could not be changed.
The monks at the scene changed after hearing this. Although they were not afraid of the academy's revenge because they could kill the daughter of Pluto before, they felt that fear only when the academy's revenge was about to befall them.
Because of fear, because they didn't want to die or become disabled, they thought of what Ye Chao had said before. He said that he hoped to use Master Qishan's method to solve the problem of Pluto's daughter. That is to say, the academy actually has a request.
From Master Yu Qishan.
Therefore, they looked at Master Qishan, who was ignored because he contradicted their opinions. It seemed that Master Qishan was the only one who could save them.
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