At this moment, Li Zhu nodded slightly, acquiescing to what Monk Fu Kong called him.
"Amitabha."
Behind Monk Fu Kong, a hundred-foot-tall golden Buddha appeared out of thin air. The whole body was shrouded in golden light, and it was sacred and ethereal. It seemed that the Buddha had descended. Upon closer inspection, the Buddha statue was somewhat similar to Monk Fu Kong.
The Buddha statue is wearing a purple-gold cassock. Countless golden inscriptions are engraved on the cassock, exuding a sacred and simple atmosphere. The lines are like golden rivers, and the inscriptions are like golden mountains.
The Buddha statue raised its palm, and a Zen staff suddenly appeared in it. The entire body of the Zen staff was carved over thousands of years. The wood was as hard as iron and as smooth as jade. The body of the staff is engraved with complex Buddhist patterns, and each pattern contains the secret meaning of Buddhist verses. At the same time, the Buddha statue on the top of the Zen staff shines with a light golden luster.
The Buddha looks majestic, holds a staff, and is not angry but powerful.
The Buddha statue lowered its eyes, and a pair of huge golden eyes looked down at Li and Zhu. It was majestic, majestic and solemn. If an ordinary monk had seen this scene, he would have been so frightened that he would lose his mind and pee. But after all, the other party was Li Zhu who escaped from the hands of the Patriarch Buddha.
Li Zhu raised his head slightly and looked at the Buddha, his expression as usual.
The man in black next to him was a little frightened after seeing the hundred-foot-tall Buddha image. He didn't expect that the bald donkey had a hand left. If Li Zhu hadn't arrived in time, he would have been in trouble.
The Buddha raised his Zen staff and tapped it gently.
Above the sea of clouds, there was a loud bang. With the Buddha as the center, a circle of ripples suddenly exploded. Deafening thunder sounded in the air. The trees on the surrounding towering mountain peaks collapsed, rocks rolled, and the peaks were even more devastated. Qi shua shua was cut off at the waist with great force, like an immortal cutting the moon.
A ray of light flashed on the Zen staff, and then the man in black felt an ancient majestic breath coming towards his face. The spiritual energy was intertwined and intertwined, gradually forming a huge magic circle, like a cage between heaven and earth.
Waves of ancient coercion hit the man in black, as if a huge hand was pressing him down. His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and his body could not move. The man in black's forehead was oozing with traces of blood. Beads of sweat, heart palpitations.
It was indeed difficult for him, a monk at the Dongxuan Realm, to face a monk at the Hedao Realm, not to mention that the other party had revealed his golden body at this moment.
Every Hedao Realm monk will manifest a unique Dharma Appearance after integrating the Great Way of Heaven and Earth. This is also unique to monks after the Fourteenth Realm. The Dharma Appearance of each Hedao Realm monk corresponds to a different one. The evolution of the Dao, so this is why only monks after the Hedao realm are called "relegated immortals".
Li Zhu spread out a series of fierce sword energy, the sword intention was vertical and horizontal, the sword light was like flying flowers and leaves, and in an instant, the spiritual energy cage surrounding the two was destroyed.
The man in black breathed a sigh of relief when he felt the pressure on his body disappear, and turned to look at Li Zhu.
Li Zhu on the side had a calm expression. He looked up at the Buddha's image and met his golden eyes. His figure remained unmoved and was not affected by the Buddha's image at all. The primary purpose of Li Zhu's visit this time was to force Lu Ran to take action in person and break the rules he had established himself. But now, the first priority was to deal with the clone of the monk in front of him.
On top of the sky that was previously cut open by Li Zhu with his natal flying sword, a large landscape formation representing heaven and earth suddenly descended. Hundreds of rolling rivers appeared within it, located under the sea of clouds, like a white-painted mountain and river. The scroll unfolded slowly, and the painting was dotted with stars, criss-crossed by rivers, and the great formation of mountains and rivers was surrounded by bursts of thunder, crashing into the Buddha image behind the monk Fu Kong.
The Buddha didn't use any magical powers, he just waved the staff in his hand. The staff hit the formation, causing ripples in the sky and the earth, and the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth within a hundred miles in radius was stirred up, causing a huge tremor in the sky.
Li Zhu patted the scarlet gourd on his waist. In an instant, thousands of Xiaosha sword aura suddenly bloomed between the sky and the earth, shining brightly like daylight for ten miles around. These sword auras were like water mist filling the smoke and clouds on the Yanbo River, and white light surrounded them. Thunder, cloudy and sunny.
The sword energy was like a waterfall going straight towards the monk Fu Kong from top to bottom.
The sword energy instantly penetrated the arm of the Buddha, drew arcs and then fell suddenly, piercing the arm of the Buddha holding the staff again.
Ups and downs, over and over again.
But the arm of Monk Fu Kong's Buddha image has already become scarred, with countless dense holes appearing, which is particularly shocking.
Monk Fu Kong looked calm about this.
Seeing those sword energy rushing towards the Buddha image again, starting a new round of killing.
The Buddha raised his arm high and punched the sword energy, which immediately splashed out countless sword lights. At the same time, it shattered the sword energy into pieces. In an instant, an incandescent light erupted, illuminating the entire sky. After the sword energy collided, the Buddha image could no longer hold up and turned into golden light and dissipated between heaven and earth.
This is where the tyranny of sword cultivators lies. Under the same realm, even without relying on other external forces, the opponent can be suppressed with the condensed sword energy alone. Not to mention that Li Zhu is also a solid Hedao realm sword cultivator.
Li Zhu tapped his toes, jumped up suddenly, stepped into the void with one step, and punched out with a punch. The sound was even greater than the previous palm punch of the man in black. In an instant, he appeared a few feet away from Monk Fu Kong. place.
The strong wind stirs and carries the sword energy.
Li Zhu's punch was extraordinary. Although it was not as refined as a pure martial artist's punch, it incorporated a trace of sword intention. If you look closely, you can see that strands of slender sword energy like silver light condensed around the fist seal. .
Monk Fu Kong's clothes fluttered for a moment, and his cassocks rustled. Then an identical Zen staff appeared in Monk Fu Kong's hand. Monk Fu Kong's natal magical weapon, the "glazed staff", he placed the Zen staff horizontally in front of him. A flick of the finger.
The Zen staff trembled, and the twelve tin rings rattled. Tens of thousands of golden scriptures appeared on the staff in an instant, one by one in a small area.
Monk Fu Kong whispered: "Go."
A rainbow-like colorful light instantly hung between the sky and the earth. One of Monk Fuku's natal magical powers, "Liu Li Jing", that colorful light collided with the fist seal.
After the two sides collided, the power of both sides' moves was greatly reduced, and the sword energy around the fist marks burst out in all directions.
A sword light was hit by "Liu Li Jing" and flew towards a certain mountain under the sea of clouds. The mountain collapsed and the ground was flattened.
Thanks to the nearby uninhabited land, there are very few people and no traces of living creatures within a hundred miles. If there were any villages nearby, they would probably have been completely destroyed.
There was also a sword light that was thrown into the river thousands of miles away, causing the waves to roll and set off huge waves of hundreds of feet.
Li Zhu frowned slightly and said, "I didn't expect you, a monk, to have some abilities."
Monk Fu Kong put his hands together and said calmly: "Amitabha, all dharma comes from the heart, and the poor monk only has some superficial skills."
Li Zhu smiled and said: "As expected of someone who can sit down and discuss Tao with many Buddhas. I was wrong before, but I wonder if you can withstand this sword?"
Monk Fu Kong stretched out a hand and said calmly: "The donor just draws out the sword."
Li Zhu nodded and waved his hand to touch the sky. A white rainbow came suddenly. Li Zhu's fingers gently brushed the sword body, like a drop of water in the autumn stream. The sword body was as clear as a mirror. The sun and the moon shined together in the autumn stream, around the sword body. The sword energy was re-condensed, like a comet dragging out streamers of light, dazzling and dazzling.
The sword energy poured down like the moonlight, blooming thousands of strong sword energy. The sword light was bright, white rainbows criss-crossed, and it slashed at the monk Fu Kong. Each sword energy contains majestic and rich sword energy, as well as a trace of the great way of heaven and earth that Li Zhu himself realized.
The man in black on the side took a breath. This was actually the first time he saw his eldest brother use this sword move. In the past, their eldest brother, the second-in-command of the demon clan, always looked like he was not interested in anything. They all looked indifferent, and later they simply became the hands-off shopkeeper. Moreover, Li Zhu has never had much interest in attacking the human race. In the eyes of the demon monks, Li Zhu is obviously the alien among them, especially after he traveled to the Western Buddhist Kingdom. This behavior is even worse. Everyone suspects that Li Zhu converted to Buddhism and became a monk under the Buddha's Patriarch. Now it seems that there is just no one worthy of their elder brother's sword.
The monk Fu Kong activated his spiritual energy, and the cassock he wore suddenly shone with golden color. The cassock worn by the monk Fu Kong was made from many heavenly materials and earthly treasures plus the golden powder of the Buddhist Arhat. It can be called a A robe of semi-immortal rank.
At this moment, the cassock was shining with golden light, and a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth poured into the cassock, blocking the sword energy released by Li Zhu. However, Li Zhu's sword intention was extraordinary from that of an ordinary swordsman. The sword intention was rich and majestic, and the light was just A single sword energy can break the Taoist heart of an ordinary monk, so at this moment, Monk Fu Kong's cassock only blocked part of the sword energy, while the other part of the sword energy hit Monk Fu Kong's shoulder, leaving behind There were deep and shallow wounds visible, and the skin was torn open.
Monk Fu Kong flashed and moved several miles away. The wound on his shoulder was spreading and deteriorating due to the residual sword energy. It was scarlet and white bones could be seen.
