Monk Duwan ignored Lin's taunts.
The people in front of them just got into the situation by mistake. It doesn't matter whether they kill or not. As long as the earthly immortal body is still there, they can regain Miaohua's finger bones.
Only then can the major events planned by the host be carried out.
Therefore, Monk Duwan just stood aside quietly, his energy locking Yangliu firmly.
In the middle of the field, Lin Ying's sword energy was floating on the old monk like catkins, and the entire cassock was torn apart by the sword energy, making a hunting sound. .
He is a third-generation disciple of Sword Immortal City and the most powerful swordsman. Even the old monk holding the Buddha treasure has to deal with it seriously.
Lin Ying sheathed her sword and moved forward, arriving in front of the old monk in an instant.
"Instant Sword!" The old monk's eyes suddenly shrank.
The next moment, he held a corner of the cassock with his right hand and twisted his body. The cassock was like a black mist heading towards Lin Ying.
Bah!
The harsh sound of clashing iron tools spread throughout the courtyard.
This cassock turned out to be a Buddhist treasure, and compared with Lin Ying's sword fairy city's spiritual sword, it was not inferior.
Similarly, the old monk's realm was two realms higher than him, and the cassock carried a strong aura, trapping Lin Ying tightly.
On the other side, the Xuanhuang flag was also suspended above Qingshan, and Buddha's light shone down, covering the young man's entire body.
The old monk was suspended in the air with his legs crossed, and the Buddha's light bloomed behind him.
The whole house is filled with majestic and majestic atmosphere.
The eyes of the Dao Sect disciples outside the house tightened. Lingyin Temple was indeed a holy place as famous as the Dao Sect. Such a nameless old monk trapped the two most outstanding third-generation disciples of the Dao Sect and Jianxian City.
Bodhisattva state.
Only those who have entered the realm of Bodhisattva can fully unleash the power of the Buddha.
…
Yang Liu frowned, looking at the trapped Qingshan and the boy, his eyes full of anxiety.
The reason why Duwanseng didn't take action was because she didn't take action either. She knew that fighting with the body of an earthly immortal had no chance of winning.
But if he had to watch the two young disciples fall into the fairyland for him, Yang Liu asked himself that he couldn't do it.
So, without hesitation, she drew out her long sword and struck at the Buddhist black and yellow flag in the air.
Not surprising to her, Monk Duwan also flicked his sleeves, a thick breath isolated the entire room, and Yang Liu's long sword was also fixed in the air.
This old bald ass!
Yang Liu couldn't help but cursed secretly. They all said that Buddhist practitioners were all delusional people. It seemed that they were right. .
But even so, he couldn't break through Duwan Monk's blockage. Yang Liu asked himself that if he met Daoxuan Zhenren, he might not be able to block his blow.
The Duwan Monk in front of him had fought with Master Daoxuan for three days sixty years ago, with no outcome in sight.
Seeing that the situation on the field was getting worse and worse, Yang Liu's eyes became extremely gloomy.
She couldn't help but think of the man in green shirt. Only when that man was by her side would Yang Liu feel that any problem in the world could be solved by Shen Yu.
"Where are you? Are you here or not? Your nephew Qingshan is going to be beaten to death." Yang Liu murmured.
…
"What kind of genius? A dead genius is not a genius."
The old monk looked at the boy suppressed by the Buddha and said with a smile.
There are always many geniuses in this world. When I was young, I was also a genius in Lingyin Temple.
But looking back, how many of those peers and geniuses of the same era are left now? Only those who survive to the end are the strong ones.
The old monk's eyes were cold, he raised his hand and struck out with a palm.
Qingshan put his right arm across his chest, and with a bang, his whole body was thrown several feet away, the wall was blasted open, and he appeared directly in the courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, the old monk held the black and yellow flag, his body shape was like flowing clouds and flowing water, and he took one step with a palm.
The entire courtyard suddenly exploded.
…
The smoke cleared.
green hills
He stood up slowly and gently wiped away the red blood from the corner of his mouth.
Countless people looked at him sympathetically.
"What else can you do?"
The old monk said with a smile.
His voice was like that of a night owl, shocking everyone around him.
Qingshan untied the package behind him, and then slowly took out the spear from inside.
The gun body is broken, but there is brilliance flowing.
Immediately afterwards, spiritual energy and rays of light within a radius of dozens of feet began to converge crazily towards the gun body.
"Um?"
With such a powerful gathering of spiritual power, the old monk's eyes tightened, an ominous premonition rose in his heart, and he was about to take action.
Qingshan suddenly said, "When I traveled to the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, I often heard some rumors about Buddhism and Taoism. Some people said that Buddhism was in the prosperous times and Taoism was in the troubled times. You were born in Lingyin Temple. What do you think?"
The Duwan monk in the distance suddenly opened his eyes.
The old monk snorted coldly, "It's a joke. My Buddhist sect has stood in the world for thousands of years. It has never declined in the prosperous and troubled times. It has made countless merits in the world. How can other Taoist sects and sects be compared with my Buddha."
Qingshan said calmly: "Uncle Master once told me that the temple in Lingshan Mountain in the West has suppressed countless ghosts and ghosts for tens of millions of years. Are these the merits you speak of?"
The old monk's eyes suddenly shrank, and he subconsciously looked at the monk Duwan beside him.
Monk Duwan had no expression on his face, closed his eyes and rested his mind.
The old monk waited for a moment and said, "What do you know? If the ghosts and fierce ghosts under Lingshan Mountain appear in the human world and the land of Linghuang is filled with resentment, I, the ancestors of Lingyin Temple, suppressed them again. This will be a meritorious deed."
Qingshan remained silent and just tightened his grip on the spear in his hand.
Ye Xingchen in the distance also turned around, looked at Lingshan in disbelief, and murmured: "What your Majesty said turned out to be true. This is what Monk Ku did. But it has been hundreds of years. Why did Shen Yu appear when he appeared? Did he choose to pass away?"
Ye Xingchen didn't know much about the secrets of Lingshan. He had only heard a few words from the emperor's mouth about the ghosts in the ground.
What's more important is that the monk Ku and the emperor guarding Lingshan are uncle and nephew.
Ye Xingchen narrowed his eyes, things were getting more and more interesting.
…
Facing Qingshan's sudden words, the old monk's heart was already in a state of confusion.
Qingshan turned a blind eye to this and just looked at Lingshan and said: "What Uncle Master said is true. All Buddhist disciples who have entered the upper three realms must go there. I want to know, have you been there?"
The old monk said indifferently: "You don't need to know."
A mocking smile appeared on Qingshan's face for the first time, and he said: "Or to put it another way, the ghosts and ghosts there may be more like humans than you."
The old monk's face changed, and his expression became more and more flustered.
Qingshan had heard many stories at Feilai Peak, some told by Su Mo, some told by Shen Yu, and some told by the uncle in the small mountain village.
There were some stories that he did not verify.
But here, Qingshan felt that the story about Lingshan was true, because Master Shen Yu never made up stories.
Under Lingshan Mountain, ghosts and ghosts try to break out of the world every hundred years, and Buddhism has been suppressing exits at the foot of Lingshan Mountain for generations since that Buddha.
All the powerful Buddhists who set foot in the upper three realms need to guard there for thirty years.
If this story goes according to the development, countless people in Lingyinhuang need to pay high respect to Lingyin Temple, because they are like Wanliu City and like Dao Sect, they protect the world.
But what Qingshan heard from Uncle Shen Yu was another sentence.
Sometimes, people are scarier than ghosts.
Qingshan clearly remembered that when his uncle said these words, there was an unprecedented trace of helplessness on his face.
Even someone as powerful as Master Shen Yu is a little helpless about this, so there must be so many secrets in it.
But before Qingshan had time to ask, Uncle Shen Yu went down the mountain to Dongzuzhou.
Therefore, Qingshan did not take action and asked: "Are the people or ghosts being suppressed in the Jiuyou Underground? You trapped Master Yangliu, I'm afraid
Also related to this matter, has Lingyin Temple lost control of Jiuyou over the years? Even a dying old guy like you wants to set up a trap? Or is it that the leader of Duwang wants to bring everyone in Linghuang into the game? ".
The young man's voice was not loud, but with every question, Duwanseng's face became more miserable.
The old monk on the other side became increasingly ferocious, "You are really looking for death."
Qingshan raised his eyelids slightly, moved his right hand slightly, and pointed the tip of his spear at the old monk's head.
"I don't care what kind of tricks your Buddhist sect makes, and I don't care what the ghosts and ghosts in the Nine Netherworld are. But if you trap my Dao Sect disciples with the intention of killing my Dao Sect disciples, that's wrong."
"A master of the Third Realm, a senior of the Holy Land, actually attacks a junior without any shame. Do you really think that our Dao Sect has no one?"
"At least now, your Dao Sect really has no one!"
The old monk sneered and said, "Your spiritual power has almost been condensed. Do you want me to give you more time?"
Qingshan shook his head and said calmly: "I just want to confirm something. Even if I don't say anything, a fake Bodhisattva like you is really not that difficult to deal with."
"It's ridiculous! You really don't know how high the sky is!"
The old monk disappeared instantly on the spot, and the next moment a yellow figure suddenly appeared on top of the green mountain, followed closely by a black and yellow flag fluttering in the wind, blooming with thousands of Buddha lights.
Qinglian flag.
This Buddhist treasure that has been passed down for thousands of years became extremely powerful in the hands of the old monk.
The Qinglian flag crashed down with a terrifying aura that crushed everything.
Qingshan clenched his left hand, held the sword in his right hand, and raised it toward the sky.
Like a god teasing the sky.
The spear containing huge spiritual power collided violently with the Green Lotus Flag, instantly producing countless brilliant spiritual energy fluctuations, which spread out in all directions at the center of the collision, just like the ripples caused by a huge stone hitting a calm lake.
In an instant.
The Qinglian flag and the spear collided and separated hundreds of times in a short period of time.
Only the collision of countless gun shadows and cyan treasure energy could be seen in the air.
Off the field.
Ye Xingchen opened his mouth and said subconsciously: "Damn it, how many Shen Yus are there in Dao Zong!"
Lin Yingze's face was full of disbelief, and he murmured: "We are both of the younger generation, but the distance between you and me has actually grown so far!"
Similarly, the corners of Yang Liu's mouth were slightly raised, and he looked at the young man in the field with a smile, just like when he saw Shen Yu fighting swords at Feilai Peak.
Monk Duwan's expression changed slightly, and he stared at the broken spear in Qingshan's hand with slightly cold eyes.
