Chapter 303 The end of a real Buddha outside the dream world of the Tang Dynasty
More than eight years ago, Zhou Yi faced the demon outside the world directly.
He was once trapped in the demon world and trapped in his spiritual world.
However, tonight was the first time he truly saw the true face of this outsider demon.
It was a being that reached the sky, with a demonic body that was ten thousand feet high and thrust into the sky. It was covered with scales engraved with mysterious patterns. It had two horns on its head. It looked like a human but not human. Its eyes were as cold as a pool of water, with two burning eyes that seemed to be able to burn the world.
of flame.
At this time, the demon outside the world was also looking at Zhou Yi, and the corners of his ice-purple lips raised exaggeratedly.
"Monk, do you really dare to come?"
Zhou Yi said calmly: "If the young monk doesn't come, won't he let you escape again and then hide in another place?"
The demon outside the world was startled, and then burst out laughing.
Laughter is like thunder, reverberating across the heaven and earth, spreading throughout the world.
After a while, he stopped laughing, stared at Zhou Yi coldly, and said calmly: "Monk, do you really think that I am afraid of you? I just don't want to delay my awakening anymore, so I don't want to fight you. The truth is.
"Sir, in my eyes, you are not much different from the creatures in this world, you are just insects and ants. It's just... you are slightly stronger than the others."
Zhou Yi smiled noncommittally: "So, as long as you take action and consume the demonic energy, your sleeping time will continue to lengthen. And as long as I continue to find your hiding place in the years to come, I will be with you.
If you fight, you will never be able to fully wake up and will be imprisoned in this cage of heaven and earth forever."
A hint of murderous intent flashed in the eyes of the outsider demon.
"None of what you said will happen. I will let you know how weak you really are."
Wisps of lightning were released from the tips of his horns. For a moment, demonic energy surged into the sky, blood covered the sea, and the entire world became a demonic realm, like a cage, surrounding Zhou Yi.
A playful look appeared on the outside demon's face, he looked at Zhou Yi like a caged rat bird, and then smacked it with his palm.
There is only one dharma in the palm of my hand, and that is destruction, complete and utter destruction without any room for mercy.
Heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, lands, sentient beings... everything in the world seemed to be overturned and collapsed with this palm, scattered like smoke and ashes without a trace.
The boundless demonic power, carrying an endless path of destruction, pressed towards Zhou Yi.
Before he even got close, Zhou Yi fell into the demon world, but it was not the nightmare realm he entered eight years ago, but a destructive demon world filled with countless lamentations of destruction.
However, just a moment later, Zhou Yi's eyes returned to clarity.
"There is no Buddha in this world. I have become a Buddha on my own... There is no Buddha like me!"
Thousands of golden lights burst out from Zhou Yi's body, penetrating the boundless path of destruction.
Almost at the same time, he raised his palm, and there was a mark of Buddha's heart in his palm, which contained the meaning of the true Buddha's dharma and the power of the formless dharma, and attacked the devil's palm.
The two palms strike each other.
Buddha and demon face to face confrontation.
Thousands of feet of golden light collided with the world-destroying demonic energy. The beam of light soared into the sky and penetrated into the clouds. The ruins of the Meteor City under their feet were also flattened by the aftermath and turned into nothing.
Zhou Yi flew backwards three thousand miles, creating a deep and long wave on the sea.
The demon outside the world laughed loudly: "A monk like you can block my palm. No wonder you dare to offend me by offending me."
As he spoke, he flew out of the air and pounced on Zhou Yi.
Although the monk was weak and insignificant in His eyes, even if he was as small as a mosquito, it would be absolutely unforgivable to disturb His sweet dreams from time to time.
The monstrous evil energy surged out from the palm of the demon god outside the world and bombarded Zhou Yi with all his strength.
Zhou Yi's body swayed like a candle in the wind, or like a leaf of grass floating in the sea. It was difficult to withstand the world-destroying power of the demon from outside, and he could only survive by luck.
At this moment, across the world, countless pairs of eyes opened one after another, peeping at this rare and fierce battle from a distance.
The Tang Dynasty in China, deep inside the imperial palace.
Lord Youjiao, who transformed into the current prince, stared at the huge demonic shadow in the water mirror that reached the sky and the earth with great shock. After a while, he murmured in a low voice: "Is this the power of the demonic god? Who can defeat such a being?
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The Jue Tian Demon Ancestor on the side said calmly: "My demon comes from outside the world, that is, a higher level world. Naturally, there is no one in this world who can defeat me. This monk is really trying to fight against my demon on his own. He is really incompetent."
A big tree cannot overestimate its own capabilities."
Next to the two of them, a third person's voice sounded.
"Yeah, overestimating one's abilities..."
The speaker is a young man wearing a golden robe, with dark purple eyes and blazing demonic nature. He is none other than the Golden-Winged Dapeng Demon King.
He said this, but his heart was full of anxiety.
My god, am I really going to lose this battle... No, I still have that one trick.
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Xiaojing River in the middle of the night, on Zhubie Island.
A pair of eyes full of worry are also looking at the battle situation thousands of miles away in the water shadow screen.
Nowadays, this island is full of high-ranking people and has a myriad of atmospheres. It vaguely looks like the first cave in the Middle Earth and a blessed land.
The gods of incense and fire headed by the goddess Xiao sisters, the masters of the underworld such as Black and White Wuchang, the three demon king boys Jin Huan, Qing Shi, and Bai Xiang, several elders of Tianshi Tao, and the magicians who have come for appointments one after another in the past few years.
The leader of the younger generation of Taoist sect who founded the sect.
There has long been a consensus in the lands outside the country that Zhulie Island is the number one cultivation force in Middle-earth and the only one that can compete with the Royal Immortal Sect in the capital.
The acting island owner of Zhulie Island, the reformed "Jinghe Xiaolong", was now transforming into a young man in black robes, looking at the battle to the west of the sea from a distance.
"The smell is so familiar, it turns out to be Him!"
The young man clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. There was hatred and deep worry in his eyes.
He was originally an ancient candle dragon, but due to a conspiracy, he was captured by a group of guys who claimed to be gods. From then on, he was suppressed at the bottom of Qixian Gorge, year after year, day after day, tens of thousands of years passed, until eight years
Not long ago, Li Daitao was rescued by the passing Saint Monk Yichen, and was exchanged for the body of Jinghe Xiaolong.
Now he finally understood who was behind the secret attack.
The demon from outside the world in the past just released a wisp of demonic energy and trapped him.
Yichen Bodhisattva...how long can he hold on?
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In the east of Middle-earth, on a strange mountain with a water curtain cave, Lord Pingjiang, with his crown and broad robe, was playing chess with others.
Sitting opposite him was a majestic man with horns.
"Why, you still insist that Yichen can win?"
Tu Bojun put down a chess piece, raised his head, and asked with a smile.
Pingjiang Jun did not make a move: "Why not? If he can't, the Middle Earth will become a demonic realm, and our Dongzhou and your Nanzhou will definitely not be spared."
Tu Bojun's eyes flickered and he said quietly: "What do you mean, does this holy monk still have some backup plans?"
"Yes, he is a monk who always likes to have a backup plan in everything he does..."
Before Pingjiang Jun finished speaking, his wrist suddenly shook.
Tu Bojun, who was standing opposite him, had a bright light in his eyes, "Buddha's sword..."
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Two sword shadows appeared in Zhou Yi's narrowed eyes.
In an instant, the sword shadow split into thousands, and the sword pills in the Dantian in the body also shattered into millions of pill beads, and finally melted into thousands of smoke and floated out.
“All dharmas in the world are like dreams and bubbles, and all phenomena in the world have no reality or reality.
Now I turn the sword pill into a non-appearance, but in fact it is the appearance of all the Buddhas in the world.
This is the sword of Buddha. I am the only one in heaven and on earth!"
Above the Canghai Sea, Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly opened.
The dissipated sword energy was re-condensed in the Buddha's meaning, but the energy suddenly rose. In the blink of an eye, it had far surpassed the strongest sword in the past, and it was still rising.
The face of the Outsider Demon God opposite him trembled slightly, and there was a trace of disbelief in his eyes.
"Border-Breaking Sword...you, how could you possibly obtain the power to break the boundary!"
Before he could figure it out, the monk on the opposite side had already slashed out with his sword.
The power of this sword is directly comparable to the world-destroying palm of the demon god from outside the world, but it has a completely different meaning.
One is for destruction, the other is for salvation.
The expression of the Demon God Outside the Boundary finally became solemn, showing unprecedented caution and solemnity.
He muttered words in his mouth, formed a seal with his devil's palm, and faced Zhou Yi's most powerful Buddhist sword.
The Buddha's sword slashed.
Like the sky falling.
Purple-black blood splashed.
The outside demon covered his head and let out a shrill, painful roar.
But one of his horns was cut off by Zhou Yi's sword.
His roar gradually became lower and finally turned into a deep sneer.
"That's it? Hahaha, I still overestimate you. You just almost broke through the world, but you still can't break through the power limit of this world. And how many times can you strike with such a sword?"
Zhou Yi was suspended in mid-air, clasping his palms together: "There is another sword."
The half-crouching Demon God from Outside the World slowly stood up, looked down at Zhou Yi condescendingly, and raised his eyebrows: "You are honest, are you sure that the second sword can hurt me? Monk, what are you laughing at?"
Zhou Yi said lightly: "I'm laughing at you, but I haven't noticed it yet."
The outsider demon frowned: "I sensed something..."
Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed, and surprise, shock, panic... and fear appeared in his eyes.
"Come out! Come out! Do you want to do the following? You... monk! You are too insidious!"
A smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face: "Insidious? The young monk never said that he would kill you with a sword. Holy Demon Monk, this is a good opportunity for you to take your place and become a real demon. Don't miss it."
In the spiritual world of the demon outside the world, the elm leaves that had been crushed by him had already gathered together and transformed into Zhou Yi's avatar again - the former Ye Xiaolang, now the holy demon monk.
Hearing Zhou Yi's voice, the Holy Demon Monk smiled: "Yes, my lord."
He sat cross-legged in the middle of the demonic demon in the sea of blood, and then opened his mouth to swallow. However, he took advantage of the outside demon to have his innate demonic horns chopped off by Zhou Yi with a sword. His spirit was severely damaged, and the demonic soul's vitality was insufficient, so he voraciously devoured his own demonic energy.
Once he has finished devouring the demonic energy of the Outsider Demon God, he, the Holy Demonic Monk, will take his place and become the new Outsider Demon God.
Above the sea, the outside demon god was attacked from both sides by Zhou Yi and the Holy Demon Monk. He was unable to do anything. His natural demonic energy was constantly being eaten away, and his aura became weaker and weaker.
It was not until dawn that his demonic energy was overtaken by the Holy Demon Monk, and his energy was almost gone.
At the last moment, he stared at Zhou Yi coldly and said quietly: "Monk, you are wrong. Even if he eats me, he will only become another me. Even if you have tried all your plans, you will not be able to escape the fate of being eaten by the clone!
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Zhou Yi said calmly: "No. Buddhism is the law of the world, and the law of the world is also the Buddha's law. Although you are a demon, you have been swallowed by my clone. Your demon energy should become my magic power and help me become a Buddha."
As the words fell, streaks of demonic energy poured out from the body of the demon outside the world. Amidst the loud chanting of Buddhist chants, they turned into golden Buddha energy and poured into Zhou Yi's body.
Seeing Zhou Yi's aura rising continuously, the eyes of the outsider demon finally showed deep despair.
"No!"
Between heaven and earth, a golden light floated.
The golden light fell from the sky, penetrated the heaven and the earth, and came to the four continents of the Middle-earth. It turned into a Buddhist sword and chopped the demon outside the world into pieces.
The dark clouds parted and day fell.
A ray of skylight fell on Zhou Yi's face. He opened his eyes and looked at the nine small black characters quietly. He felt that he had never felt more relaxed in his heart.
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'The devil is destroyed, the three realms are defined, and the dust returns.'
Zhou Yi smiled: "Yi Chen Gui... Why, you want me to leave now? What if I say, I suddenly don't want to return to secular life?"
The small black characters did not respond to Zhou Yi and slowly dispersed.
Zhou Yi raised his head and looked at the center of the sky clouds. He saw the huge purple eyes that seemed to be real and illusory, and the playful look on his face gradually faded away.
He turned his head and looked at the world behind him with great nostalgia, and he hesitated rarely in his life.
As he absorbed all the demonic energy from the demons outside the world, it was transformed into the power of Buddhism.
His aura finally broke through the limitations of this world.
The vertical eyes between the eyebrows suddenly opened.
It was a purple eye.
"Are these my eyes?"
Zhou Yi's heart moved, and he felt an indescribable power summoning him through the giant purple eye.
'Go back...go back...go back...'
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The buzzing sound echoed in Zhou Yi's ears, and his mind became dizzy.
He tried hard to open his eyes, and a large white light flooded into his field of vision, followed by the advertisement on the back of the high-speed train seat, the passengers wearing wireless headphones in the front row, and the electronic speedometer screen at the front of the carriage.
"This is……"
Zhou Yi was in a daze for a long time, and struggled to say one word: "I'm back?"
He gradually recalled that this should be the high-speed train he took to return to his hometown. More than eight years ago, he was on this high-speed train. When he woke up, he traveled through the ever-changing Tang Dynasty and became the last one.
Monk.
"Is that just a dream? A dream in the Tang Dynasty... No, it's impossible, everything that happened really happened!
Although I have been thinking about returning to secular life day and night, I am not ready yet, little monk.
Hell, Buddhism, Zhu Turtle Island, Xiangzhu, Dragon Girl, Princess Xiu, Xiaoshan God, and Dan Ming...have not said goodbye to them yet."
Zhou Yi suddenly felt as if he was lost. He subconsciously pinched his fingers to form a seal and shouted the Buddha's name: "Namo Buddha, go back quickly!"
There is nothing in the body, not even a trace of energy fluctuation, let alone the power of justice.
Zhou Yi leaned back on the seat, looking at those ordinary hands, his eyes dim and feeling lost.
"Pfft..."
But it was the strange female passenger sitting in the same seat who covered her mouth and smiled, as if she noticed the disappointment of the young man next to her, and said softly: "I'm sorry. Do you believe in Buddhism?"
Zhou Yi was silent for a moment and said calmly: "No."
I do not believe.
Because I was once a Buddha.
But now, I can't believe myself.
At this moment, the words "Terminal Station" scrolled out on the electronic display in front.
A sudden electric current flashed through Zhou Yi's mind, and as far as he could see, the name of the terminal was distorted and turned into the word "Middle Earth".
"Datang", "Guangyuan County", "Wenhe County"...familiar place names kept flashing.
It was as if there was a force trying to stop them.
There is another force that is trying to awaken something.
There was a sound of Buddha's voice in Zhou Yi's mind, and the slight doubt he had just had disappeared, and his eyes became calm again.
The Buddha's mind is like a bright mirror, without dust or dirt.
"Amitabha, I almost fell victim to your last move.
He cursed me for successfully breaking through the world, returning to the secular world as I wished, and returning to my original world, but I lost all my magic power.
It's a pity that you still missed one thing..."
Zhou Yi raised his head and looked into the void ahead: "Come."
In a corner of the mortal body that is invisible to the naked eye, the wind moves with the shadow, the air sways slightly, and a wisp of blue smoke swims out.
This wisp of mysterious green smoke was supposed to be obtained by Zhou Yi after killing the gods and demons outside the world, but it did not appear on the spot. It came after Zhou Yi broke through the barrier between heaven and earth and returned to the original world.
What it means is naturally self-evident.
As the mysterious green smoke penetrated into the body, Zhou Yi felt the familiar health-preserving power again, and at the same time he also saw the dense and endless small black characters.
Through the small black characters, the Tang Dynasty in China, where gods and demons were dead and Buddhism and Taoism gradually revived, reappeared in Zhou Yi's vision.
Although he was sitting on the high-speed train, he was only a stone's throw away from the Tang Dynasty in China, where he had stayed for eight years.
"That's so good."
A faint smile appeared on Zhou Yi's face, and he reached forward to grab it, then pulled it back, and a yellow light ball appeared faintly in his palm.
At this time, a notification sound came from the radio, saying that the terminal had been arrived.
Zhou Yi picked up his bag and was about to get out of the car when an exclamation came from behind him.
But it was the young female passenger in the same row who looked at Zhou Yi in surprise, her eyes fixed on the plump orange cat in his arms.
"Hey, why are you carrying a big orange? No, I didn't see you carrying it when I got in the car."
The little raccoon slave, who had been awarded the title of Jiedu Envoy and became a generation of demon kings in Middle-earth, glanced at the female passenger and was about to sneer and scold her when he felt the hand holding his own a little harder.
The raccoon slave was greatly panicked. He quickly forced out a flattering smile and clasped his palms together as if performing a Buddhist salute.