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The index finger pointed directly between Lu Yuan's eyebrows, and there was a crisp "ding~" sound, like the impact of jade.
The white light on his fingertips was shaky and faintly dispersed on its own, which shocked Zen Master Baimei! Although his "Tao" has never been used to hurt anyone, so he has not created any special "moves", just simple ones - but once in order to help fishermen escape from a tsunami, he once One designation has lived in the entire East China Sea! It is also with this hand that I can sit down and discuss Taoism with Master Changmei. Bai Mei is very confident in his "Tao". Under his instruction, not to mention a banished Immortal Arhat, even the real Western Heaven Arhat will have his soul and Tao destroyed!
But now this finger feels like it is pressed against a stone. It feels cool and hard to the touch, and the place where the finger falls does not look like a human body!
Not like a human body?
It was this subtle doubt that suddenly opened up a corner of his mind. All the reasonable and unreasonable points came one after another, and finally Zen Master Baimei suddenly realized it! "Amitabha, it turns out that I have a sign... It is indeed like a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, the reincarnation of cause and effect... Ahem~ The Arhat is superior in skill, and I will be defeated! A good swimmer will drown in the water, that's all!" Baimei said with a wry smile.
After all, he is a person with wisdom. When he wakes up, the world in front of him suddenly becomes clear——
I saw the tip of his index finger pointing at a black and white jade that was suspended in the air. Not to mention the eyebrows, it was still three feet away from where Lu Yuan was sitting! Lu Yuan sat in front of him out of thin air. It was as if he was still sitting on the shaft of the carriage, even his posture had not changed. But looking at his eyes now, they are clear and transparent, and there is still a hint of madness in them.
Not only that, there were no people around him who were shouting crazily and trying to save the Savior, nor was the city of Taiyuan with its tall walls behind him. Not to mention Xuan Zhenzi, Sha Shen Tongzi and others were "surrounded on all sides" - the world around them was empty and lofty. He saw white clouds and blue sky moving in the sky, and the smooth mirror-like water surface flowing under his feet - and where he stood, blood was almost flowing into puddles!
But at this time, Bai Mei felt waves of heartbreaking pain! Because there were seven different sharp swords thrust into his body from seven directions, piercing his internal organs. You can tell by looking at the movement of the sword that it is actually hovering in its original position, pointing only at his vitals. It was Bai Mei who walked over step by step and stuck herself on the sword! The scariest thing is. From beginning to end, he was trapped in an illusion, feeling nothing...
If he hadn't woken up at the last moment, he might not have realized that he was deceived in the illusion until he died.
What's more, there is a red flying sword hanging between his eyebrows, the tip of the sword trembling slightly. You can pierce his brain with a sword at any time!
"The road is like the sky. It turns out that the gap between Lao Na and fellow Taoist Yuan Shu is so big..." When Bai Mei woke up from the shock, his first thought was this. At that time, the ascetic Tutu said, "You can die if you hear the Tao in the morning." Now when he recalled the process he had just experienced, he was actually a little happy. It was as if he was seeing another world.
The thought of "Tao" cannot be seen or touched. It is both related and unrelated to the practice of Dharma. It is like those famous mathematical conjectures that have cost countless people their lives, but the possibility of solving them is extremely slim. Zen Master Baimei lived in seclusion and pondered hard for nearly two hundred years, and only then did he acquire a little bit of knowledge, but he was far from being proficient. In fact, in their small circle, except for Ren Shou, the real person with long eyebrows, whose "law of fortune" is far superior to Ji's, everyone is almost the same. Precisely because it is not easy to study, people often cannot find a clue after decades of hard work. Only those who have come into contact with "Tao" are willing to put aside all grudges and gather together to communicate with each other and form a small circle. Because compared to the profound and magnificent "Tao", all the grievances and grievances between immortals and mortals become insignificant...
"Ahem~ I would like to ask fellow Taoist Yuanzhu, when did I enter the illusion?" Zen Master Baimei asked while vomiting blood.
At this moment, seven high-level flying swords were inserted into vital parts. Even if Lu Yuan did not kill him, Zen Master Baimei would die from the serious injuries. So he took the time to ask the biggest doubt in his heart. As for those flying swords, he could recognize a few of them that were very familiar just by looking at them - Master Youtan's Tianlong Demon Sword, Wudang Taiyi Light Splitting Sword, Zhang Xianren's Three Yangs and One Evil Sword - each The general had once been so powerful that dying under these famous flying swords was a worthwhile trip.
"From the moment you thought I stepped into your illusion." Lu Yuan's words were meaningless, but Zen Master Baimei understood them very clearly. Sure enough, people who think about others also think about things. Just when they thought they were on the right path, they were actually on the wrong path!
"I have no regrets, and I would like to ask fellow Taoists to see me off."
"I originally wanted to kill you, and cut off your soul as well!" Lu Yuan said coldly, "It was the words you said when you were confusing me with your words that saved your own life. If you can do it , I can let your soul go to the underworld to reincarnate." For cultivators, the destruction of the physical body is not really "death", it is just a military retreat. "If you're just entertaining me, then be destroyed!"
Bai Mei thought for a moment about what he had said, and then thought of it, "What the fellow Taoist said was about 'salvation of those who died in swordsmanship since the Manchus entered the Pass'? What he said has been proven by heaven and earth!" I must be true to my word. Since I have made a great wish, if I win this battle, I will do it without any pressure from my fellow Taoists. Nowadays, if people are cut off by swordsmen, I will just obey my orders."
Face is worthless to Zen Master Baimei, so he surrenders happily.
"Goodbye then!" Since Bai Mei agreed, Lu Yuan had no intention of nagging him anymore.
With a wave of his finger, Nan Ming Lihuo turned into a stream of light and passed through the center of Zen Master Baimei's eyebrows! Lu Yuan used the Buddhist sword to kill him without hurting his roots. The illusive shadow of white eyebrows floated out from the body and bowed to Lu Yuan. Lu Yuan opened a gap in the Mirror Sword Realm and let him go to the underworld. However, this time is different from Bai Mei's past eight reincarnations. When he arrived in the underworld, he did not save all the resentful souls who died from the Manchu and entered the pass. Don’t even think about reincarnation.
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The shadow on the carriage shaft flickered, and Lu Yuan suddenly appeared there again. During this period, even the sitting posture did not change, as if he had never left that position just now. But Zen Master Baimei, who was in charge of the front, disappeared without a trace! Not even a speck of dust was left. The helpers Baimei invited from the other three directions looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what happened at that moment. They watched as Zen Master Baimei walked up to Lu Yuan and pressed his finger on him, but Lu Yuan had no reaction.
But the next moment, the two of them disappeared without a trace! When he reappeared, only Lu Yuan himself was left...
The most important thing is - I saw hundreds of people crying loudly just now! Now those hundreds of people are sleeping quietly in the grass. The shopkeeper and the staff of Tianxiaji were busy taking down blankets from the car to cover some old and weak people. Turn a blind eye to the three of them - the whole scene looks as weird as possible!
The person holding the Haotian Mirror is one of the three demon corpses in Baiyang Mountain, named Qiongqi.
He is an ancient demon corpse that has been resurrected from the dead and has been handed down since the time of the Yellow Emperor. Qiongqi, together with two other demon corpses, Wu Hua and his son, stole the most precious Haotian Mirror and Jiuyi Cauldron from the Yellow Emperor's mausoleum. Originally, these three people had been hiding in Baiyang Mountain to decipher the use of treasures. They were constantly fighting with each other, barely maintaining a balance. Unexpectedly, Qiongqi accidentally heard the news of "Tang Monk was born" and wanted a piece of the pie.
In a fit of rage, he attacked Wu Hua and his son, but he succeeded by luck! Not only did they kill the father and son, but they also snatched the most precious Nine Suspicious Cauldrons! So far. Qiongqi holds the two greatest treasures in the world passed down by the Yellow Emperor - Haotian Mirror and Jiuyi Cauldron - although each can only exert 40 to 50% of its function. But when the two treasures come together, no one can match them, and they instantly become one of the greatest monsters in the world!
A small part of the reason why Qiongqi took action this time was because he was disgraced by Lu Yuan last time. Most of them want to kill a few famous people in the world to establish their authority! When he saw the strange situation, he was the first to give up. So Qiongqi raised the Haotian Mirror to protect his body, and floated back without even saying hello to the other two people...
"Where are you going?" a voice said coldly behind him.
Qiongqi looked back in shock and found that there was a strange giant mirror standing behind him, and Lu Yuan stepped out of the mirror. He stopped him and said, the sneer in his eyes deeply hurt Qiongqi. But what's even weirder is. Xuan Zhenzi's sword energy also surged into the sky, the sword light of countless flying swords wrapped up into a huge ball, and the sound of sword blades clashing was as dense as a rain shower! Apparently a war has begun! There is also Lu Yuan in white clothes floating in the air directing flying swords, with the same giant mirror behind him.
On the other side, the Sand God Boy transformed into millions of people in the sky, fighting with a bare-handed phantom. The two of them were fighting from the ground to the sky. Every blow could cause the mountains to collapse and the earth to crack. They were fighting so hard that they were inseparable! There is also Lu Yuan over there, and there is also a mirror! But there was another Lu Yuan, sitting on the shaft of the car, seemingly taking out a book to read - except for the appearance of a mirror behind him, there was nothing unusual about him.
There are actually four clones, and the fighting power of the four of them is no less than that of the real body? ! Not only have you seen this kind of magical power, you have never heard of it! Qiongqi was originally a guy who was beaten to death by the Yellow Emperor. You can see that he had to wait for the Yellow Emperor to ascend for a thousand years before he dared to attack other people's tombs. At this time, he was even more timid, and he vaguely felt that Lu Yuan's main target was on him, so how could he dare to stay any longer!
Seeing millions of flying swords like black clouds in the sky about to press down, he screamed, "Grandpa, it's urgent, please go first!" After saying that, he flew into the sky. Although Qiongqi was scared, he was not worried about not being able to escape. Because the giant mirror behind Lu Yuan has a bird seal pattern on the edge, it looks like an ancient magic weapon - and the mirror magic weapon in the world should be regarded as the "Haotian Mirror"!
He turned over the "Haotian Mirror" and it emitted a green light, shining towards the giant mirror behind Lu Yuan's clone! Sure enough, after the giant mirror was illuminated by blue light, it would reflect the light of the Haotian Mirror as usual. But once the mirror comes into contact with the blue light, it instantly turns into nothingness, and of course the clone of Lu Yuan that stepped out across the mirror is also destroyed along with the mirror!
"Hahaha~ Dare you fight with Grandpa's mirror? I'll teach you how to be a good boy! Let's go, Grandpa!" Qiongqi laughed sharply and shined the light of the "Haotian Mirror" in the possible direction to block Lu Yuan from teleporting over. At the same time, he summoned another treasure, the "Nine Mysteries Cauldron". The huge bronze cauldron's light protected his whole body, and the millions of flying swords that were heading towards the sky hit all the way! Those flying swords are just ordinary iron swords collected by the "King of Heaven Recruiting Swords". How can they be compared with the magic weapons of the Immortal Family?
The iron swords shattered one after another under the impact of the giant cauldron, and metal fragments fell like rain. No one could combine them, and they couldn't even slow down Qiongqi's flying speed!
Seeing that Qiongqi had already flown above the "Sword Cloud", when he was about to break out of the formation and escape completely——
Lu Yuan, who was sitting on the carriage shaft, put a blood-stained handkerchief into the space and put down the book used as a cover-up. He looked at Qiongqi who was escaping with contempt and said softly, "Destroy!"
A thick red light penetrated the sky.
Inspired by technology from another world, the main gun of the "Flying Immortal Ship" was fired for the first time, and the sublight-speed liquid metal projectiles instantly hit the "Nine Questioning Cauldron"! Due to the extremely high speed and mass given by sub-light speed, nuclear fission instantly breaks out at the impact point, releasing hundreds of millions of joules of energy!
Even if it is just a simple physical impact, when the power exceeds the limit, even ancient treasures cannot compete. The light of the main gun passed through the air, leaving a scorching red trace in the sky - Qiongqi and the Jiuyi Cauldron were reduced to ashes!
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