Scripture, all Scripture?
This is the foundation, it is the accumulation, and it is also the real confidence of the thousand-year-old temple. How do you want it all?
Even with Zen Master Pudu’s character, he almost cursed his mother.
The surrounding monks all glared angrily, with murderous intent boiling over.
Jiang Ming looked indifferent, surrounded by evil spirits, and just stared at the abbot.
"Yes!" After thinking about it, Zen Master Pudu nodded with difficulty, "Donor Jiang, please tell me the next two conditions."
"Second!" Jiang Ming showed a smile, "Let a great master of your Dalin Temple pass away; third, you go and destroy the Sun and Moon Demon Sect."
Zen Master Pudu's face suddenly turned ugly, and his little compassion had turned into coldness: "You are not giving me Dalin Temple a way to survive. Donor Jiang, do you really think you can compete with the thousands of years of accumulation of Dalin Temple on your own? You Do you really think that because you are so powerful, you can ignore everything?"
"Set up the formation and subdue the demon!" Zen Master Pudu's voice was sonorous, like the buzzing of a copper bell, spreading throughout the mountains. "When a great demon comes to the world, it will definitely bring monstrous disasters, endanger the people of the world, and cause blood to flow thousands of miles away. I Wait, the people of Great Yan, all over the world, rivers and lakes, courts, inside and outside the territory, should unite together to defeat demons, save the world from danger, and relieve the sky from hanging upside down."
The stick monks around him changed their shapes, performed light-body techniques, and surrounded Jiang Ming in the blink of an eye. They were arranged in an orderly manner, and the auras they emitted blended with each other and blended into the world, causing the tide of vitality to change, forming an absolute realm.
They all have eyes that choose and devour others.
Bang bang bang...
Jiang Ming applauded and praised: "As expected of the abbot of Dalin Temple, his ability to bloom lotus flowers with his tongue and spit out fragrance is really beyond the reach of ordinary people. Your Dalin Temple is not engaged in production, but the palace is high and beautiful. Huan, I heard that the Buddhas enshrined in every palace are made of gold. Outside of Dalin Temple, all the people's fields within a radius of a hundred miles have been taken away by you, suppressing the disobedient, and enslaving the people. Just Even the laws of the dynasty cannot control this place, Pudu, tell me, which one of us is the real devil?"
Zen Master Pudu's eyes were dark. He stared at Jiang Ming and said without changing his expression: "We at Dalin Temple protect the people around us from disasters. We also teach methods to strengthen the body and live a long life. Which one of the people in this world doesn't care about it?" How good is Dalin Temple? In your words, it turns out to be a sin. Demons are demons. No matter how you make excuses, you can’t change the nature of evil!"
"Everyone..." His voice suddenly rose again, and the shaking mountains responded. Birds flew in fright, and beasts roared. "In order to subdue the great demon and restore clarity and peace to the world, I, Dalin Temple, are willing to sacrifice my body to feed the demon." , all the disciples of the temple were mobilized to carry out an encirclement and suppression campaign. Even if the mountain gate collapsed, even if thousands of disciples shed their last drop of blood, even if thousands of years of inheritance were cut off, we, Dalin Temple, would still fight the big demon with blood. Please also invite the Zhenwu Sect, Chunyang Sect, and Lengyue Palace, The Divine Sword Villa, the Sun and Moon Demon Sect, the Divine Fist Sect, and the strong men of the North, put aside their past grudges and work together to exterminate the demons. I, the Dalin Temple, are taking the lead, and I ask all of you to help us to rectify the world and restore peace to the world forever."
"Kill!" He waved his hand towards Jiang Ming.
The stick monks formed a large formation and attacked.
The shadows of sticks crisscrossed the sky and gathered together, as if causing wind and thunder to come, distorting the air and shaking the universe.
All the spectators were shocked.
"This blow can easily kill the strongest master!" Lu Yuan felt it very clearly, and his brows were solemn.
He didn't understand why Jiang Ming put forward three conditions that Dalin Temple would never agree to, and he didn't understand why he let them form a large formation if he wanted to kill them?
Isn't this asking for trouble?
Jiang Ming was unmoved and just looked at Zen Master Pudu with an expression of wonder. With every word he said, he seemed to have truly become the world-destroying demon.
In name, it was completely plunged into the abyss.
In order to destroy the demons, for the sake of the overall situation, and for the sake of the world, he cleverly connected the powerful people from all sides. Even if the people from the Demon Sect appeared, even if the powerful people from the North took action, they would have an excuse.
The reputation of Dalin Temple will not continue to deteriorate.
At the same time, Zhengdao was kidnapped: For the sake of justice in the world, you didn't take action? Don't you dare take action!
"Jiang has learned how to use his tongue to bloom like a lotus flower!"
With an exclamation, the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram appeared, forming a light mask that rotated to block the shadows of sticks in the sky.
boom……
The Tai Chi light shield trembled three times, became extremely twisted, and finally shattered.
"I haven't understood the artistic conception of yin and yang. After all, I'm far behind." Jiang Ming frowned, and the next moment, the light mask appeared again.
This time it spins faster.
There are even two colors, one red and one white.
Red is hot, white is cold.
This is the artistic conception of fire and the artistic conception of water intertwined, which is the next best thing.
The shadow of the stick kept coming, and there was a loud popping sound.
The light shield kept breaking, but the attack couldn't get close.
This scene shocked all the spectators.
Zen Master Pudu's expression changed again and again. He knew better than anyone how terrifying a stick formation composed of more than a hundred monks was.
The Grand Master can be killed even if he is trapped inside.
Now you can't completely break the opponent's defense?
He felt unreal.
"Want to fight to gain enlightenment? Then I will kill you!" Zen Master Pudu saw Jiang Ming's thoughts, and a ruthless look flashed across his face.
Jiang Ming gained enlightenment through battle.
The artistic conception of yin and yang is so difficult to comprehend.
"Why does it feel so difficult to go further through the evolution of water and fire? Am I taking the wrong path?"
Jiang Ming's unstoppable power.
In the end, he shook his head and sighed: "I am too arrogant and want to realize the artistic conception of yin and yang all at once."
"Also, the world here is too restrictive. There is no guidance from a high position, and there is no explanation from a higher realm, etc."
Jiang Ming suppressed the waves in his heart, and the light shield shattered.
Fierce auras also rose from his body, the aura of pure Yang, the meaning of Haoyang, the warmth of the early sun, the coolness of the blazing sun, the brightness of the scorching sun, etc.
Sonorous...
The long sword came out of the body, and the true energy immediately flowed from it, turning into fiery red, like a burning flame, as blazing as the scorching sun.
There were several similar but different Taoist charms hidden in the fiery red, and then with a 'bang' sound, the long sword suddenly appeared in flames.
A sword flew across the sky, cutting off the stick shadows all over the sky.
"Nine powers of true meaning!" an old monk next to Abbot Pudu exclaimed in horror, his pupils shrinking to the size of a pinhead, "Chu Yang, Shao Yang, Lao Yang, Jiao Yang, Fierce Sun, Hao Yang, Zhi Yang, Sun , Chunyang?"
He is an old holy monk from Guangming, and he is well-informed. Although he is not sure about some of the specific artistic conceptions, he can immediately make judgments based on the information he got.
"You actually realized all the ultimate artistic conception contained in the Nine Yang Manual. How is that possible?"
"How can there be such monsters in the world!"
Guangming was confused.
"Nine Suns Concept?" Zen Master Pudu was horrified, his eyes immediately turned red, and he roared, "Take action, take action, blood sacrifice demon subduing array, kill me!"
The nine artistic conceptions of Jiuyang.
Just listening to it makes my head tingle.
The key is that this guy seems to be still comprehending. If the nine suns merge into one...
Zen Master Pudu couldn't help but tremble.
He also immediately gave the order.
One hundred and eight stick monks slapped their bodies, their faces suddenly flushed, but instead of decreasing, their auras all increased sharply.
It has almost doubled, and they have all touched the threshold of a master.
Thirty-six of them rose into the air and attacked from above.
The seventy-two stick monks below blocked all directions.
The stick shadows are layered and intertwined, covering them from all directions, and even the stick shadows cannot be distinguished.
The power that can be contained fluctuates, making everyone watching the battle shocked.
With this blow, even the top of a mountain can be blown apart.
Jiang Ming also looked solemn.
"This is delicious!" One of his purposes for coming here this time was to use the power of Dalin Temple to temper himself.
Yin and Yang cannot be comprehended.
Let’s start with Yang.
If the nine kinds of yang artistic conception are merged together, will the yang artistic conception be born?
This is his idea.
When I raised my head, I could see neither the sun nor the sky, only the shadows of sticks like the tide.
The surrounding air was compressed and extremely thick.
"I finally feel the pressure!" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, and the long sword buzzed, cutting across the sky.
As the long swords fought, the flames soared, as if burning out of the sea of fire, covering the stick shadow from bottom to top.
The two forces intertwined and collided constantly.
Finally, the stick shadow exploded, and all one hundred and eight monks flew backwards.
It was also at this time that the two old monks suddenly took action, with superb movement skills, like ghosts. In a flash, they were around Jiang Ming, whose sword light had just subdued.
It was completely unexpected.
Point to the center of the eyebrow with one finger, and slap to the center of the back with a palm.
