Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three The Buddha's Light looming in the vast snow-white
The broken jade sword falls, and the Buddha realm rises in the palm.
Before the two phases met, Washan Mountain seemed to be cut by some invisible edge. Several thousand-foot ravines with only smooth rock walls appeared on the mountain with a radius of tens of thousands of feet. Countless peaks collapsed at the same time, and it was helpless.
Counting huge rocks the size of houses are sliding down the mountain like quicksand.
The tile mountain that preached Buddhism on behalf of Xuankong Temple collapsed, and the tile mountain that left too many legends in the world collapsed!
However, the sword and the palm have not yet met, the mountain at the foot of the first lecture hall is still firm, and the tile mountain hall wrapped in Buddha's light and cicada wings is still swaying in the huge waves.
Jun Mo saw a lot, such as a cliff of unknown depth appearing outside the wooden window, such as the power contained in the palm that could overturn the world, such as the sword intent that robbed the majesty of the world contained in the sword.
In the main hall, a gust of breeze flew out from Jun Mo's body like floating catkins. The fine wind fell to the beams and pillars of the main hall. The beams and pillars had vertical scratches. When they fell on the blue brick floor, there were horizontal and vertical scratches on the ground.
Notch.
The broad iron sword trembled in his hand, and a harsh buzzing sound came from the sword, like a newborn baby crying curiously as it looked at the world around it.
At this moment, the image of his back is a mountain. The mountain is an unknown low mountain in the southern suburbs of Chang'an City. However, there is an academy on the mountain, and on the back mountain, there is a place called a two-story building.
Qi Nian looked at the mountain in horror. Before the meditation was broken, he once explored a life-and-death barrier above the five realms. At a certain moment when the meditation was broken, he briefly reached the realm of annihilation.
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So he knew what the mountain appearing in the hall at this time meant, and it was precisely because he knew it that he was horrified.
In a few days, the academy will have another great practitioner who has broken through the five realms. In this regard, even with the power of Taoism, it will be almost impossible to kill the daughter of Hades... Thinking of this,
Qi Nian looked at the outside world from another wooden window. Under the thick darkness, a black gold tin staff looked like a weed swaying in the wind.
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Outside the hall, the pale sky was instantly swallowed up by the extremely dense darkness when the sword touched the palm of the Buddha. The area of the mountain was turned into darkness, and the empty space was filled with countless particles produced by the fusion of crystals and dust.
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Darkness represents the absence of sky here. Particles are the most original existence formed by the decomposition of heaven and earth under the powerful force.
Under the darkness, there is only one hand and a sword.
When swords and palms meet, the world freezes...
The image of that scene lingers, just like the moment full of splendor when the moth's body is burned, and like the great eternity that remains in the world during the reincarnation of spring and autumn for eternity.
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I don’t know how long it took, but the scene seemed to be torn into pieces and turned into countless fragments.
The fragments fly, like countless paper kites floating between the void and the darkness...
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After an unknown amount of time, two pieces of white snow appeared in the sky, like a pair of pure and flawless eyes, which watched everything indifferently.
Then, countless crystal clear snow fell from the deep darkness...
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On top of the sword pool, Li Manman and Liu Bai stood side by side, looking at a black spot in the distant sky with extremely complex eyes.
"Who's winning?"
"Who knows."
Finally, Li slowly removed the sixteen fragments of blades stabbed into his body and handed them to Liu Bai beside him.
Liu Bai pulled out the broken wooden scoop that had pierced his chest and handed it to Li Manman.
Li slowly took the wooden ladle and said, "Thank you, Lord Liu Pavilion, for sparing your life."
Liu Bai took the broken blade and replied: "Mr. Da and Fei Fei Jianyu realized the magical power in the rain. It is the right thing to thank Mr. Da for not killing him."
After speaking, he took off a delicate wine bag from his waist, unscrewed the lid and drank, then handed the wine bag in front of Li Manman.
Li slowly's eyes became strange, "I remember Pavilion Master Liu didn't drink before."
Liu Bai said: "I used to think that as a swordsman, he should wear white clothes and carry a long sword. But after having a drink with the twelve swordsmen in Chang'an City, I think what he said is right. Apart from these, swordsmen should
Pairing with wine. I still can’t figure out the reason, but I just think it should be.”
Li slowly took Liu Bai's drink and drank heavily, saying: "Xiao Twelve's strange ideas are always different from most people, but at certain times they can always affect many people.
Just like in the backyard, Jun Mo asked Muyou to tailor him a few months ago because he wanted to wear white clothes. Pippi started practicing swordsmanship two years ago. Even Wang Chi sat up instead of swinging.
A lounge chair.”
Liu Bai seemed to have thought of something and smiled heartily.
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The sky is like a mirror filled with the divine glory of Haotian, with snow-white debris flying like goose feathers falling from it.
I don’t know when the disintegrated tile mountains reunited, but the crisscrossing ravines of thousands of feet have not been restored.
In the midst of the white snow, a young man wearing blood-clothed clothes stood holding a sword. Blood dripped from his clothes and from the tip of the sword, dyeing the snow-white crystals under his feet blood-red.
His eyes were full of blood just like the sword he slashed into the sky in front of the Demon Sect Mountain Gate in the wasteland. His handsome face was covered with mottled blood, and he looked a bit ferocious.
He looked at the one-armed old monk in front of him. Because of the snow, he knew that it was impossible for him and the other party to make a move again, and it was even more impossible to make a move in his current state. However, he always had a bad feeling.
So his hand holding the sword did not loosen.
The old monk's broken arm was covered with crystals, and blood was still pouring from the broken arm. Similarly, his eyes were filled with blood, and his feet were also covered in red crystals.
Facing Academy Twelve who had destroyed his Buddhist realm and his indestructible body, he did not have negative emotions such as surprise or fear. His blood-filled eyes were still calm and full of compassion.
Neither of them spoke a word, they just looked at each other in silence.
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A mountain wind that swept countless crystals blew towards the two of them, covering the ground with blood and blowing open the closed door of the hall.
Fine pieces of white snow danced down, and the crystal light merged into one after this moment, just like mist covering the mountains and rivers, and a touch of blue appeared in the sky again.
Suddenly, an indifferent Buddha chant sounded, and the Buddha's light loomed among the white snow of Washan Mountain, piercing the snow-white light curtain.
Ye Chao's pupils shrank, and the blood in his eyes instantly overflowed. He raised his sword to block the Buddha's light, but he seemed to have forgotten that his skin was still bleeding and his meridians were already damaged.
Although his will captured the Buddha's light that was countless times faster than the Thirteen Arrows of Yuan, his ability to move could no longer match the speed of his will.
The golden light passed by, and he could see clearly what was between the Buddha's light. It was a Zen staff made of black gold. But what he still didn't understand was that it was clear that the leader of the lecturer had no ability to take action anymore, so what happened to the Zen staff?
The one who exuded such power?
His sword was still rising, and the sharp and harsh sound of breaking through the air came from his ears.