Shen Yu's tone was very calm.
It seems to be telling an extremely common thing.
But in Huike's ears, it was like thunder, and there was no huge wave in his heart.
The Zen disciple looked down at Duwan Monk, his eyes full of disbelief.
Many people outside Lingshan could not hear the shocking conversation of several people because of the large formation, but they could still make some guesses from the changes in the expression on Huike's face.
An envoy from the upper three realms from Kunlun whispered: "Lingshan has been plunged into mist since the Buddha's death. It has not revealed its true face for thousands of years. Today, Dao Sect disciples borrowed swords to enter, and then there was a powerful force. When the sword energy comes, I'm afraid something big will happen to Buddhism."
Yaochi, who was good friends with Kunlun, came to Lingshan this time. It was an old woman who also stood up and said: "I have seen Dao Zong Shen Yu before. Wherever this guy goes, big things happen again. Last time it was my nightmare, Yaochi , this time, I’m afraid things will be even bigger.”
The voices of several people spread around, and countless disciples looked at the distant Lingshan Mountain with complicated expressions.
As the younger generation of the Holy Land, the gap between them and the geniuses on the Lingyun List such as Shen Yu, Li Yi, Wan Jianyi, etc. has widened an insurmountable gap.
Some people even have thoughts that are difficult to suppress.
It's just that at this time, everyone's minds were attracted by the shocking battle in Lingshan, and no one was distracted to think about it carefully. ..
...
Yang Liu is dressed in white and stands in the air with a sword, like a fairy.
The sword energy in the field has dissipated.
"Three thousand years ago, the three of you were like ants under Senior Brother. Three thousand years later, you are still like ants hiding in the secret realm of Lingshan. No wonder your cultivation has not improved over the years, and is not even as good as before."
Yang Liu said softly.
Then the sword roar rang out in the sky, and a massive amount of spiritual energy boiled and rolled, but everyone was surprised.
The huge spiritual energy was not injected into Yangliu's sword body as they imagined.
Instead, it poured into her body.
This slender, ethereal woman became taller and taller, exuding an aura that was invincible in the world.
Because she is invincible.
next moment.
A sword slashed horizontally at Dashizhi, Yaoshi, and Maha.
This sword was like a falling mountain, arrogant and domineering, carrying the strength and spiritual power of Miaohua who had just inherited all the realms of cultivation, and slashed straight towards the three of them.
The simpler the sword posture, the more powerful it brings, and all the moves will be more powerful.
This is the power possessed by the most powerful person in the fairyland.
Mahasthamaprapta, Medicine Master, and Maha have entered the realm of Bodhisattva three thousand years ago, but they have never understood the realm of Buddha in this life. In desperation, they had no choice but to continue to condense their spiritual power. After thousands of tempers, the power of thousands of years is no longer comparable to that of the Bodhisattva. Willow difference.
Take a deep breath.
The pharmacist looked calm.
Maha glared.
The expressions of the three people facing this fatal sword were different, but the same thought arose in their hearts.
karma.
Three thousand years ago, they also tried their best to kill Miaohua as they did now.
The realm, power, and even environment at that time were no different.
...
Yang Liu's eyes were cold.
This sword is just an ordinary power to her, but she is not Yangliu now, nor is she in the Immortal Ascension Realm.
It is the wonderful flower where Taoism and Buddhism once rested together.
He is a genius whose cultivation level in the world is second only to Tai Xuan.
The sword energy has arrived.
The three of them inhaled slowly, calmed down, moved slightly, and then each held the Buddha in their hands.
boom!
A shocking voice came from heaven and earth.
Countless empty peaks in Lingshan also echoed at the same time, like an earth dragon turning over.
After these sounds, everyone saw clearly that a clear white line was steadily and continuously moving across the sky.
He moved in front of the three of them.
next moment.
Dark red blood spurted out from the pharmacist's mouth, and he flew backwards, crashing into a mountain wall.
The corner of Mohe's mouth moved slightly, as if he was murmuring.
The general trend is motionless.
Hui Ke, who was watching the battle from a distance, opened his eyes wide, and after a moment of shock, he saw the meaning.
He understood Yang Liu's sword.
The antelope hangs its horns and holds its own sword.
If Yang Liu is the reincarnation of Patriarch Miaohua, the sword in her hand is most likely the Great Freedom Sword, and the sword moves she performs are the Buddhist secret swords she practiced in the past.
Antelope hangs its horns.
No trace to be found.
Huike was shocked, and the old faces of the three remaining chiefs of Lingyin Temple were even more filled with disbelief.
They knew that three thousand years ago, the Patriarch had indeed dispersed Miaohua's soul, and there would no longer be any trace of her in the world.
This is what the founder of Lingyin Temple said personally.
Duwan would not doubt the words of that great disciple of Buddha.
But now, the secret sword that only Miaohua could use was clearly and straightforwardly released on the woman.
So, Yangliu is really Miaohua?
The antelope's sword hanging its horns caused violent vibrations in the air, with no pattern.
One moment, there was a trail of blood on Dashi Zhi's chest. The next moment, the pharmacist's right leg was opened by a sword. Then, Maha's left arm exploded, releasing a bloody mist in front of the three people.
Yang Liu's natal sword was broken by Xun Ju many years ago.
But now, the long sword in her hand is like moonlight, giving people a desolate and mysterious feeling.
The situation was such that his body was shaking. He tried his best to use the Buddhist meditation mantra, and he could barely suppress the waves of sword energy.
Similarly, the Buddha's treasure in the hands of this third generation founder of Buddhism shines brightly. Although it is dazzling, it is not very violent.
The brilliance changed with the blessing of power, covering his entire body.
The Buddhist divine light fills the entire space.
The pharmacist and Maha looked at each other, took a deep breath, then moved and hid in the light.
Yang Liu's eyes were calm.
Turning a blind eye to the movements of the three men, he just held the long sword with a floating expression in his right hand, and then slightly swayed a sword energy.
This sword energy is as warm as the spring breeze, like willows in February.
Then the next moment, the long sword in her right hand was slightly raised forward.
boom!
A huge voice sounded again from the lonely peaks in Lingshan Mountain, and with the sound of the voice, these thousand-foot-high peaks suddenly collapsed.
The situation faced by these sword energies caused the three of them to narrow their eyes and retreat suddenly.
Seeing the scene that was a foregone conclusion before him, Shen Yu looked far away, looking deeper into Lingshan Mountain.
"The incense will always burn out again."
As for the changes in Yangliu, Shen Yu only saw it the moment she broke through the Lingshan Formation.
The ray of spiritual thought that Taixuan casually saved back then was just a trace of Miaohua's obsession, and there was no hatred in it.
There is no resentment or unwillingness.
Some are just regrets about practicing Taoism.
Three thousand years ago, Taixuan understood why Miaohua's spiritual thoughts only had these micro-emotions.
Three thousand years later, Shen Yu also understood what she was thinking.
Everything in the world has always been bound by fetters. The identity of the genius, the identity of Dongwangdao, and the honor of practicing Taoism and Buddhism are just a stone on the road to the path of cultivation.
The so-called future master of Buddhism is just bigger.
Taixuan placed this divine thought in the Patriarch Hall of Lingyin Temple. Yang Liu came here and encountered the divine thought.
Then Miaohua borrowed Yangliu's hand.
I want to ask Heaven for the sword again.
The road of the world really has no end, but it is still blocked by you.
This sword is unimaginable.
The entire sky seemed to be bathed in a pale white light, and then the bright sword disappeared in the world, but the sword's intention filled the world.
Pity.
Endless regret.
Yang Liu didn't know why he released this sword.
It even relies only on the instinct of the body, without any spiritual pull, as if this sword exists in the world itself.
It's just a matter of borrowing her hand to show it to a more powerful existence.
That mysterious and wonderful feeling made Yang Liu intoxicated.
She had never seen such a natural and traceless sword. Even at Cuizhu Peak, Shen Yu was not so free, wanton and natural.
"Tao Sword"
Shen Yu murmured softly.
Miaohua finally struck out with this sword three thousand years after his death.
The empty mountain peaks in the distance continue to collapse and fall.
The three people blocking the front line of the sword, Da Shi Zhi, Maha and Yao Shi, did not make any sound.
The clouds of black air were like morning mist, instantly burned away by the rising sun.
The three founders of Buddhism no longer exist in heaven and earth.
...
Huike looked dull and asked softly: "You knew before that Yangliu had the incense of Patriarch Miaohua, and you brought her here just to see this sword?"
Shen Yu said calmly: "I didn't bring her here, but Miaohua has always been here." Kanshu La
Shen Yu looked at the direction of the sword energy vibration and continued: "What she wants to know is, where are those people? Why is the realm of this world always stagnant? Where have those so-called ascended people gone? ?」
The Duwan monk not far away raised his eyebrows slightly, and his cloudy eyes had an unexpected look.
With his level, he could naturally see Shen Yu's current situation. In the entire Lingshan Mountain, except for himself and his senior brother, he knew that no one could understand why Miaohua used this sword.
The reason why the senior brother never showed up from the beginning to the end was to prevent this from happening.
Because, all this has not come yet.
Huike turned around with confusion on his face, but after seeing the expression on Monk Duwan's face, he was slightly startled.
Uncle Master, seems to know.
As a Buddhist Zen disciple of this generation, he is also the number one among the younger generation in Lingyin Temple.
His status is not lower than that of Duwang, and in a sense, he can be the next generation abbot of Lingyin Temple.
But from the time Shen Yu came here to now, everything that happened was beyond his imagination, and everything made him feel surprised, shocked and puzzled.
Those people, those ancestors who suddenly appeared, seemed to be covering up.
Cover someone?
Or covering something up?
And Shen Yu, that Yang Liu, and the transforming monster Lu Wu, they came here to reveal the secrets they had concealed,
Huike had a hint of anger.
It's not that his Zen practice is not good enough, but this feeling of not being trusted makes him feel that he, a Buddhist, is just a Buddha statue in the main hall of Lingyin Temple.
It is a symbol of Lingyin Temple.
No one will really take the Buddha seriously, they will just hold him up high.
Just a statue enjoying incense.
