Looking at the huge Buddha figure looming in the white mist, Feng Wushuang's breathing stopped a little, and her heart beat like a drum and she couldn't seem to calm down.
The Liansheng Sect has a very long history. It is said that it is an ancient sect that existed in ancient times. Even though martial arts has been popular for three thousand years, the nine fundamental methods in the religion are still the foundation of Taoism.
The Eight-faced Buddha is one of the four extraordinary Taoist arts under the "Golden Mother Form" of the Nine Mothers, and it is also the Taoist art she is most proficient in.
A few years ago, her attainments in this Taoist technique were close to the tenth level. She once used this Taoist technique to kill a great elder in the sect.
But compared with the Buddha image in front of me, it pales in comparison...
With the blessing of this rich incense and wish, I am afraid that it has already exceeded the insurmountable limit of the 'twelfth grade'!
Taoism is not as good as martial arts and is extremely cumbersome to perform, but its power is equally great!
If a first-grade Taoist skill is prepared in advance, its power can even surpass that of a second-grade divine skill!
Taoism that reaches the twelfth level is truly the pinnacle of the world!
It should be noted that a man as powerful as Zhang Xuanba, whose military situation can dominate the world, is only at the twelfth level!
Woohoo~
In the white mist, there seemed to be the sound of Zhen Gang rubbing against each other.
"Master!"
Lu Qingting was very alert, and with a flash of movement, he avoided the surging white mist. The monks from Lanke Temple roared into the white mist.
The next moment, he who was closest could no longer sense the existence of these monks, and seemed to have disappeared from the world.
Phew~
Under the white mist, the huge Anyang City fell into deathly silence again.
"Three thousand years since ancient times, you are the worst opponents I have ever seen..."
On the altar, Liansheng's old mother gently caressed the little baby who was struggling hard and with a scowl on his face. Her smile remained the same, but her eyes were as cold as a glacier:
"I still remember the sloppy Bodhidharma back then, Zhang Yuanzhu, or the recent Zhang Xuanba, all of whom gave me small surprises..."
Three thousand years of vicissitudes of life.
She has seen and experienced too many things, including the encirclement and killing of the seven Martial Saints in front of her, but she didn't feel any emotion at all.
The world today is better than in the past, but she is also far better than then.
Once upon a time, the young monk who traveled east could make her feel like a light on her back, but now, even if ten young monks come, she won't care.
"God, it's finally going to change. It's just one step, one step away..."
Phew~
As if a cold wave was sweeping across, there was no noise or fluctuation in the huge Anyang City, and all the people were frozen in place.
He stared blankly at the huge Buddha looming in the rolling clouds and mist.
At this moment, not only the great masters who unite heaven and man, but also ordinary people can see that the Buddha's shadow seems to have broken through the boundary between nothingness and reality.
Under the pressure of the indescribable aura, even Lu Qingting, who possesses the speed of 'divine movement', has surrendered to Ning Wuqiu, and his heart can't help but shiver.
In a trance, there is really a sense of intimidation from the gods and Buddhas in front of me.
"What kind of surprise do you want?"
The gentle breeze blew a calm sound, and wherever the sound wave passed, the white mist that was so thick that the wind could not disperse it split apart silently.
Phew~
The wind and snow outside the city blew in.
Lu Qingting turned around with difficulty and saw an old man walking slowly, wearing starched white gray clothes and holding an unsheathed black sword.
With a dusty face and a tired look on his face, it was Mu Qingliu who had traveled to two places in a year.
"Mu Qingliu!"
Ning Wuqiu's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously took a few steps away.
He certainly disdained the Splendid List compiled and usurped by the imperial court. People like Jiang Wuchang should not be as famous as him.
But there was something among them that convinced him.
For example, the gray-robed swordsman in front of me, the Ming Sword God Mu Qingliu.
In the past seventy years, the discussion about various martial saints in the world has never subsided.
And this person, no matter who he is, can be ranked among the top three.
Today, it is truly the number one in the world!
"Knowing that I am out of trouble and you are not far away from the sea, you still dare to come here. Such courage makes me impressed..."
Seeing the old man and feeling pity for the old mother made me a little moved, but only a little:
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Mu Qingliu raised his eyes:
"What's the pity?"
"It's a pity that the gap between you and Zhang Xuanba is very big, and the gap between him and me is also very big..."
The old woman on the altar said casually:
"If I were you, I would stay away from overseas and come back in a hundred or so years. Although the result will be the same, I will live another hundred or so years longer."
"Three thousand years of military fortune have gathered together, and Brother Xuanba was born. It is natural that Mu is not as good as him, but..."
The black sword was raised slightly, Mu Qingliu lowered his eyes and chuckled:
"You, an old and immortal thief, what qualifications do you have to be compared with Brother Xuanba?"
Boom!
The sound falls, the hand is raised, and the sword is drawn.
Without any excessive skills, he just raised his sword, and in an instant, the whole Dingyang City seemed to be shaking.
Visible to the naked eye, a sword energy roared like a thunder dragon, rolling into the sky, dividing the white mist within hundreds of feet inside and outside the long street.
This is not even a sword move in the ordinary sense, but together, it seems to be more terrifying and sharper than the Yin Yang Separation executed by Yu Baimei holding the Seven Tribulations Sword.
In an instant, the clouds and fog disappeared, and the sky above and below became almost a sea of swords.
boom!
The endlessly ferocious sword seemed to cut apart the heaven and the earth. The terrifying sword force filled the huge square and boiled with it.
Thousands of Liansheng cult members felt as if a sword was being pressed between their eyebrows, chilling their bones. Many of the masters even subconsciously dodged.
Only Feng Wushuang's eyes lit up at the moment when the sword power rose.
She didn't know how advanced the old monster on the altar was in the practice of the Eight-faced Buddha, but at this moment, she was keenly aware of the tremors of this art.
Coupled with Mu Qingliu's sword, the combined power of the eight great martial saints has already approached the limit of this Taoist technique!
Under the force of the sword that shook the world, even Ning Wuqiu, a martial saint-level strongman who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but prepare for the attack and took a few steps back.
But at the Dharma altar, although Liansheng's mother's smile faded slightly, her expression did not change much.
"The world is so ignorant..."
she says.
"How can a short-lived old soldier be compared with an immortal person?!"
Buzz!
It was like the whispers of gods and Buddhas, and in an instant, there seemed to be endless sounds of praise and worship inside and outside the void.
Roar!
There seemed to be the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring high in the sky.
The clouds and mist broken by the sword force rolled down again, and at the same time, a huge Buddha palm seemed both illusory and real.
It also hung down like a curtain from the sky, pressing towards Mu Qingliu:
"Not bad swordsmanship, but if you want to kill me, you still..."
"Not even close!"
Boom!
The sea of clouds was rolling, the earth was shaking, and before the giant palm fell, the entire city seemed overwhelmed.
"Supernatural power, fixation!"
At this moment, in the clouds and mist, the dragon-like roar of the enlightened light came.
In an instant, the huge eight-faced Buddha paused for a moment.
In just a moment, a sword light that split the void came out along with Fang Tian's painted halberd that burned like a blazing fire.
"Amitabha!"
Hunting in the monk's robe, the great Zen Master Huan Dan issued the voice of the heavenly dragon, urging the devil's fist to subdue him, and was the first to break through the clouds and mist, and pounced on the altar.
The Eight-faced Buddha was destroyed!
The Liansheng Sect has been around for three thousand years, and all kinds of information have been circulated. Naturally, a few people are not ignorant of the Taoist techniques that the old woman is good at.
The momentum of Mu Qingliu's sword didn't have to be so huge. The only reason why was to get the rest of the Taoists to cooperate.
"Nie Zhan, how dare you betray me!"
Liansheng's mother's expression finally changed. She had anticipated the plot of several people, but her face darkened and she looked under the altar.
Then he saw a man dressed in purple disappearing into the crowd, leaving only a sneer echoing:
"Why don't you dare!"
See you in the picture!
With the help of Mu Qingliu's peerless sword power, Feng Wushuang finally activated, and in an instant, the square roared.
She actually used the power of the diffused incense to summon the shadow of the Eight-faced Buddha, but it shot towards the great elders of the Liansheng Sect who were hiding in the square.
This is the real altar and the foundation of Taoism.
"evil creature!"
Her white hair was fluttering, and there was no smile on the old woman's face. She raised her hand angrily, intending to kill Feng Wushuang.
But the latter's timing was too good.
At this moment, it was when the angry blows of the great Zen masters Mu Qingliu, Qi Daoguang, Yu Baimei, and Huan Dan came.
Even though she was as strong as Liansheng's old mother, she still had to raise her hands to fight, and taking this opportunity, she had already disappeared into the crowd.
boom!
It was also at this moment that, with the help of the inexplicable commotion in the square, he finally captured the foundation of that technique.
"It's the congregants!"
The moment his mind turned, Lu Qingting also took action automatically. With the extremely cold sword power, he soared into the air and activated his divine movement.
After the loud roar caused by the collision of several masters, they rushed into the square where thousands of people gathered.
"kill!"
Lu Qingting exhaled loudly and sent word to the martial arts masters lurking in the streets and alleys. At the same time, he used his ruthless tactics to kill the Liansheng cult members who were also violent.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
…
The many masters invited by Yu Baimei, after receiving this strong support, finally no longer hesitated and rushed towards the square one after another.
Ning Wuqiu, after a slight hesitation, retreated behind the shadows, hibernating his breath, and quietly watched the bloody killings on the square.
war,
Completely exploded.
…
…
The scene of the light entering Anyang City was captured by many eagles, and then spread everywhere.
Eight hundred miles outside Dingyang City, on a barren mountain, Qin Lihu stood with a sword in hand, listening to the reports of his subordinates with a solemn expression.
As the current general manager of the Northwest Road March, he is unwilling and does not want to attack Longyuan Road, which is now nominally commanded by Xu Wenji.
This is not only the kindness of knowing someone, but also the deep-rooted concept of his decades of service to the court.
but……
"Pity Life Cult!"
At a certain moment, his eyes narrowed, and he seemed to notice something. The moment Ling Ying took it, he raised his arms and shouted.
The next moment, he got on his horse, led eight thousand elite soldiers, and rushed towards the nearest city.