Liu Wei and the abbot were knocked out at the same time.
After landing, the abbot looked at the Zen staff with only half left in his hand. He was stunned for a moment, and then he became furious and said, "Evil beast!"
An emperor-level weapon was cut off and destroyed so easily.
The rosary rope in the abbot's left hand broke immediately, and dozens of beads were thrown out, like cannonballs, hitting Liu Wei.
The sword box suspended in front of Liu Wei opened, and thirteen flying swords flew out at the same time, shuttled back and forth, and slashed at the beads.
Bang bang bang!
The sound of explosions continued, and the beads fell down one by one, landing on the ground with a crackling sound.
The abbot abandoned half of the Zen staff in his hand, slowly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and suddenly struck out with a palm.
A huge golden palm print separated from the abbot's hand and slapped towards Liu Wei.
The devil's palm!
Wherever the palm print passed, the space cracked layer by layer, collapsed inch by inch, and became pitch black.
"cut!"
Liu Wei made a voice and dropped the sword in his hand.
The third sword of Kaitian Sword Technique!
The sword's light was bright, cutting through the void and slashing towards the hand seal.
When the two met, they exploded and were completely annihilated.
"You evil beast, why don't you punish him?" The abbot shouted loudly, releasing the pressure of the Saint Emperor Realm and crushing towards Liu Wei.
At the same time, he punched out again.
Demon-killing fist!
A huge golden fist light followed closely and blasted towards Liu Wei.
Obviously, the abbot wanted to suppress Liu Wei with coercion, and then directly punch Liu Wei to death!
Liu Wei's sword domain instantly came out and charged towards the Holy Emperor Realm.
At the same time that the two powers were completely offset, a huge golden fist light arrived.
Obviously, the strength of this monk is higher than that of Mu Tianyu, the master of Fulong Temple.
Liu Wei raised his hand and struck a sword, the light of his fist shattered, and Liu Wei took three steps back.
At this time, all the clothes of the monks in the field had turned into dust and fell. Long hair has grown on his head, and it continues to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Some have become full of white hair; some have wrinkled skin, sagging flesh, and wrinkles on their faces; and a few people with lower cultivation have become decrepit old men.
The abbot took one look at the scene, his eyes were splitting, and the expression on his face gradually turned ferocious.
He clasped his hands together and rose into the air, with a huge golden Buddha statue appearing behind him.
"Buddha's anger destroys all living beings!"
The abbot roared loudly and pressed down with his palm.
The phantom of the Buddha behind him instantly changed from a golden compassionate Buddha to a black, angry and ferocious image.
The image moved with the abbot's movements, and the illusory hand shot directly at Liu Wei.
Liu Wei opened his palms, and the bloody sword was raised, floating in his palms, spinning rapidly.
"go!"
Liu Wei let out a light cry, his long sword went straight up to the ninth level of the sky, and his sword roared through the sky!
The illusory big handprint fell, and the long sword passed through it. Where Liu Wei stood, smoke and dust were everywhere.
When the dust dissipated, a deep pit appeared around where Liu Wei was standing, showing a clear five-finger palm print.
Only the position in Liu Wei's palm was intact.
Liu Weiyun's white robe made a rustling sound. There was not a trace of dust on his body, and his figure was tall and straight.
The next moment, Liu Wei disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already above the abbot's head, slashing down with all his strength with his sword!
The third form of the World-Destroying Sword Technique-Zhan Yue.
A golden illusory golden bell appeared around the abbot, covering himself in it.
Golden bell!
The sword fell, and the golden bell shattered suddenly, but the long sword still fell downwards. A look of horror appeared in the abbot's eyes, and the beads hanging around his neck flew up, trying to block the sword.
Then, when the Buddha beads hit the long sword, they were like an egg hitting a stone. They made no sound, turned into powder, and flew away with the wind.
There was fear, confusion, confusion and doubt in the abbot's eyes.
He never imagined that with all his methods, he could not defeat this demon.
What's even more confusing is why the golden bell that even the Saint Emperor Realm powerhouses can't break through with one blow can be cut open as easily as tofu!
In fact, Liu Wei was originally unable to break through the golden bell, but he used the World-Destroying Sword Art and the bloody long sword that surpassed the emperor level.
Just when Liu Wei was about to strike down the abbot with his sword, a Buddhist bead came through the air and hit the blade of Liu Wei's long sword.
With a bang, the prayer beads shattered, and Liu Wei was blown away.
"Amitabha!" As a Buddha chant sounded, a monk, much older than the abbot, appeared in front of the abbot wearing a monk's robe.
"I've seen Uncle Master!" The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully to the old monk.
There was a transparent blood hole in the palm of the abbot's raised right hand, and blood dripped down onto the ground.
The previous abbot of Jinding Temple is now a bhikshuni.
The bhikshuni is slightly stooped, with a wooden fish in her left hand and a wooden fish in her right hand.
His strength is already infinitely close to the level of the God-Emperor. What he lacks is just a chance, an opportunity.
But this chance and opportunity has trapped him for hundreds of thousands of years.
And his remaining life span is only a few tens of thousands of years.
Whether he can break through and reach the realm of the Divine Emperor within these tens of thousands of years is yet to be determined.
"Amitabha, do you realize your mistake?" the bhikshuni asked, looking at the abbot.
The abbot was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, "Disciple doesn't know!"
At this time, Liu Wei stabilized his figure dozens of feet away. His right hand was trembling slightly, the tiger's mouth had cracked, and blood was dripping down.
But in just a blink of an eye, it was back to normal.
In the field, a novice monk with the lowest level of cultivation turned into a pile of powder and fell down in the eyes of everyone.
As the first one fell, several more monks turned into dust in just one breath!
"Go rescue them first!" the bhikshuni said to the abbot.
The abbot nodded, disappeared, and with a wave of his sleeves, hundreds of monks on the field were swept away, sending Liu Wei's killing zone and death zone away.
"Donor, even if there is something wrong with our Jinding Temple, we won't hurt innocent people and kill all the monks in our Jinding Temple, right?" Bhikshuni looked at Liu Wei and asked.
Liu Wei chuckled, "Old monk, you in Jinding Temple have tried to kill me several times before, but I killed you instead. Now, that old bald donkey keeps saying that I am a devil and an evil obstacle, so I will show you. What is the real devil!"
In fact, Liu Wei still didn't really think about massacring all the Jinding Temple.
Otherwise, if he had used sword rain or flying swords before, the abbot would have been unable to save them, and they would have been unable to save themselves. They could only be massacred, and they would be massacred in a very short period of time.
"Amitabha, the donor is indeed possessed by a demon and his murderous intent is too strong. How about putting down the butcher knife and practicing with the old monk to get rid of the evil spirit in his body and purify his mind?" asked the bhikshuni.
Liu Wei looked up to the sky and laughed, "Let's see if you have this ability!"
After Liu Wei finished speaking, he jumped up and slashed the bhikshuni with his sword.
The bhikshuni closed her eyes, began to chant sutras, and began to beat the wooden fish with her hands.
As the Sanskrit sounds rose, the sound of wooden fish came out, and small gold characters appeared around the bhikshuni, which were the contents of the scriptures he recited.
Buddhist Great Compassion Mantra.
Liu Wei lowered his sword and struck the scriptures, emitting a bright light.
Immediately, the golden characters disappeared, and Liu Wei was pushed back a few steps.
"Om Mani Padme Hum!"
After the bhikshuni recited the six-character Buddhist mantra, a huge swastika struck towards Liu Wei!
Liu Wei snorted coldly, put away his sword and dropped it, splitting the swastika into two, and slashed the bhikshuni with the light of his sword.
The jianzhi flew out of the bhikshuni's hand and blocked the sword light.
"Amitabha! Donor, put down your butcher knife and turn around!" The nun looked at Liu Wei.
Liu Wei had a joking look on his face, "You should say this to everyone in Jinding Temple, not to me! What can you do to me today?"
After Liu Wei finished speaking, he disappeared and appeared above the bhikshuni, slashing him with his sword.
The third form of the World-Destroying Sword Technique-Zhan Yue.
The bhikshuni struck the wooden fish quickly, faster and faster, and her whole body spun on the ground at a high speed.
At the same time, a huge golden Buddha statue appeared on his back, sitting cross-legged in the sky, with a majestic appearance!
The golden body of Dharma!
The abbot looked at the golden body of Dharma with envy and longing in his eyes.
He has been cultivating this golden body for tens of thousands of years, but he still has no way to successfully cultivate it.
The golden body of the law opened its eyes, and two beams of light shot out, hitting Liu Wei.
However, as Liu Wei's sword fell, his eyes shattered, Fa Xiang closed his eyes, and his golden body dissipated.
The bhikshuni's spinning body stopped, her eyes were calm, and after looking at the abbot, she closed her eyes and chanted sutras silently.
Even if he is stronger than him, there is nothing he can do to Liu Wei!
Liu Wei's sword and sword skills are unstoppable to anyone but a strong person in the God-Emperor realm.
The nun took it calmly and was ready to die without even using the golden bell.
Because it is in vain!
Just when Liu Wei's bloody long sword struck the bhikshuni's head, a golden light came through the air at an extremely fast speed.
when!
A bell sounded, and Liu Wei's sword struck a physical golden bell.
A deep sword mark was left on the golden bell, but it was not broken after all.
A magical weapon above the imperial level.
Liu Wei frowned, how could a magic weapon above the imperial level appear here?
At this moment, a person appeared on the square.
"Namo Amitabha!" After the monk appeared, he said the Buddha's name.
Master without form.
"Leader Wei, this old monk is so polite!" Master Wuxiang held one hand in front of his chest and bowed slightly to Liu Wei.
Liu Wei cupped his fists and returned the salute, "Master, we meet again!"
Master Wuxiang had a smile on his face and nodded slightly.
During this process, both the abbot and the bhikshuni stared at Wuxiang with complicated expressions on their faces.
"Junior brother, after so many years, you don't want to go back to the temple. I thought that I would never have a chance to see you again in this life!" The abbot looked at Wuxiang with a complicated expression!
Wuxiang looked at the bhikshuni and bowed slightly, "I've met my uncle!"
"Just come back!" The bhikshuni sat cross-legged on the ground and nodded towards Wuxiang.
Wu Xiang looked at the abbot again and bowed slightly, "I've met senior brother!"
The abbot returned the favor.
Wu Xiang looked at Liu Wei again, "Little friend, the old monk wants to be shameless and ask for a favor from Jinding Temple today, is that okay?"
