Chapter 686 A group of twenty-five boys, see the wind and make the rudder
Yang Jian stepped on the void, stood with a sword in his hand, and looked at Tathagata with a stern eyebrow.
Huge mana continued to condense, and the escaped power distorted the space around Yang Jian, making bursts of glass breaking sounds.
The three points and two blades are dazzling under the sunlight, and have endless chill.
"The first knife!" Yang Jian shouted.
It means to give someone a head start, to shock people, but also to remind people.
The three-pointed two-edged sword was swung with the divine edge, and an invisible sword energy struck directly at Tathagata. The speed was incredibly fast, and in a matter of seconds, all the lightning and flint hit Tathagata Zhangliujin's body, making a metallic clang sound.
Then all the sword energy dissipated in front of everyone, leaving only the intact golden body.
Tathagata smiled without saying a word, and his expression seemed to be mocking Yang Jian for doing nothing more than that.
"Amitabha." Tathagata Buddha called out the Buddha's name.
"I have learned the lesson about the first sword. Please continue to use your magical power. The poor monk will take over." Tathagata Buddha said without saltiness.
This meaning of ridicule is even more obvious. Tathagata deliberately stimulates Yang Jian's mentality. As long as Yang Jian cares about face and loses control in front of everyone, then the three swords will be nothing more than a joke.
Yang Jian did not answer, but looked at Tathagata quietly with a smile on his face without any movement.
His uncharacteristic behavior made Tathagata's heart tremble and alarm bells sounded.
Tathagata quickly used his magic power to check himself, and suddenly there was a cracking sound in his ears. His throat felt sweet, and golden blood spurted out from his mouth in an instant, turning into a golden rain of blood, which scattered on the ground.
A strange fragrance wafted in, and countless flowers and plants grew wildly on the grass, giving it a vague air of elixir.
The six-foot-long golden body Dharma phase was now covered in cracks. It was originally dignified, peaceful, and compassionate, but now it looked terrifying.
Although the Buddha's light enveloped him and countless faith merits restored his golden body, the golden blood slowly seeped out from the cracks, making people feel intimidated and no longer admired him as before.
"True Lord, you..." Tathagata quickly adjusted his breath and looked at Yang Jian in horror.
How long did it take for him to grow to such an extent?
Yang Jian has become a serious problem for Buddhism!
And it's the kind with full wings.
If you want to get rid of Yang Jian, you need to use all the power of Lingshan to succeed, but you will also have to pay a huge price.
This is still considering only facing Yang Jian.
He has a disciple behind him, a force that dislikes Buddhism in the world...
Fortunately, Yang Jian had a family and had worries, otherwise there would really be no place for Yang Jian in the world.
However, this is an obvious weakness, which only allows both parties to avoid going too far.
Tathagata Buddha knew very well that he had crossed the line today by going beyond Yang Jian to take people and insult his family. It was natural to follow up with three swords, and it was also meant to be a test.
But he didn't expect that Yang Jian gave him a big surprise.
This overbearing sword energy contains the pure power of power. It can be said that Pangu already had the power to cut through the chaos and open up the world.
The sword energy followed the meridians and spread all over the golden body in an instant. Even with great magic power, it could not resist this pure destruction.
Tathagata Buddha continued to input magic power and began to suppress this sword energy. Although this sword energy was powerful, it had no roots in his body.
With the power of faith and merit, the golden body is continuously repaired. The white lotus on the base exudes a refreshing fragrance and slowly floats into the cracked crack.
With the help of Pure World White Lotus, the cracks began to slowly close, and within a short time those tiny cracks had disappeared, as if they were integrated and perfect.
"You have no innate spiritual treasure to bully the true king..." Kunpeng provoked, his tone also a bit sour.
"Innate spiritual treasures are also part of the strength." Tathagata replied calmly, without even looking at Kunpeng.
Everyone burst into laughter. From the beginning of time until today, Kunpeng has not had a single spiritual treasure that he could get his hands on.
"True Lord, please enlighten me." Tathagata Buddha put away his contempt at this moment and looked at Yang Jian seriously.
"True Lord, take the sword!" Ancestor Minghe suddenly shouted.
I saw two bloody lights rising into the sky, exuding endless sharpness, and a murderous intent shrouded them. It seemed that an endless sea of blood was coming, and countless dead souls were wailing here with resentment.
These are the two swords Yuan Tu and A Bi, the companion spiritual treasures of the Ancestor Ming He.
Tathagata Buddha's eyes condensed, and he looked at Ancestor Styx meaningfully. It seemed that the blood sea was dancing happily, and he seemed to be looking for an opportunity to strike.
Patriarch Minghe didn't care about Tathagata Buddha's notebook. Anyway, he didn't go against Buddhism this time or twice. As the saying goes, if you have too many lice, you won't be itchy, and if you have too many debts, you won't be worried.
They had also seen the blow just now. This time, it was directly replaced by the Heaven and Earth Killing Spiritual Treasure. Maybe they could hit Tathagata severely with one blow. Of course, if there was a chance to make him disappear and die, then they would do it.
"Thank you!" Yang Jian caught Yuan Tu, Abi sword, and thanked Ancestor Minghe.
Tathagata looked at Yang Jian who was exchanging a shotgun for a cannon, and felt bitter in his heart. Now it was no longer a matter of face, but a matter of life.
"True Lord, why should outsiders interfere in our affairs?"
"You bald donkey, I'm borrowing Zhenjun's for a period of time. As for what he uses it for, I have no right to interfere. As long as he returns it to the original owner after using it." Ancestor Styx was in a very happy mood.
I am happy to cause trouble for Tathagata.
"Amitabha." The Tathagata Buddha could deal with such shameless remarks by talking about the difference between words and swords, but there is no need.
Maybe some innate spiritual treasure level sword will appear later...
But there are ways to deal with it.
He immediately winked at the ancient Buddha, Peacock King Ming, Wuchao Zen Master and the four great Bodhisattvas standing below.
The meaning is simple, it is to help share the pressure when Yang Jian sends out the second knife.
The four great Bodhisattvas naturally accepted the order, but the Ancient Buddha, the Great Peacock King, and the Zen Master Wuchao all pretended not to see it. They closed their eyes and chanted sutras, as if they were immersed in the Dharma and gained insights, thus blocking out the reactions from the outside world.
However, Tathagata forgot one thing, and his little thoughts were naturally caught by other powerful people watching the show.
Ancestor Styx and Kunpeng reached a rare agreement at this moment, and they didn't know when they came to Ksitigarbha and Samantabhadra.
Zhen Yuanzi stopped Guanyin Bodhisattva with a smile on his face, and his meaning was already obvious.
Guanyin Bodhisattva could only look at Tathagata with helpless eyes, and then closed his eyes and chanted the sutra without seeing or bothering.
Although no one was stopping Manjusri at this moment, looking at Taishang Laojun who looked at Yang Jian with concern, his heart felt painful and he could only pray to the Tathagata to seek blessings for himself.
Seeing this scene, Tathagata knew that he couldn't escape. If he didn't show his true skills, he might really be punished here.
"Second knife!"
The two bloody auras, like wolves and tigers, carry an indomitable momentum, as if no obstacle can withstand its sharp edge.
Wherever the sword energy passes, the life force dissipates, and everything turns into powder, which is dispersed in the air with the wind.