"He actually dares to come!"
"Not only did he come, but he only brought a few people with him!? He didn't think that he could defeat Lingshan with just a few people, right? He might not even be able to get through the gate of Lingshan."
The eyes of the people hiding around him flickered, some were mocking, some were disdainful, and some were thinking about the purpose of Fang's trip.
If it really goes into full-scale war, it will definitely not involve just a few people. Is it a peace negotiation?
"Brother Xiu, there is something weird in this Lingshan Mountain. I originally wanted to teleport directly to the Great Thunder Sound Temple to scare those bald donkeys, but I encountered an obstacle. The entire Lingshan Mountain seems to be wrapped in a barrier formation or something like that." The fat man said with a slightly solemn expression.
Fang Xiu was not surprised. The methods of the previous era were unpredictable. Just from the setting of the burial site, it can be seen that the people of the previous era did master some methods similar to formations.
This method has been biased towards the cultivation of immortals in myths and legends, commonly known as immortal methods. In fact, if you think about it, there was a group of spiritual masters in ancient times. Maybe that group of people were not called spiritual masters back then, but immortal cultivators.
In myths and legends, all kinds of magical methods are just legends left by ancient spiritual masters, and later generations just call them immortals.
"It seems that there is something really good about this Buddhism. Brother Xiu, should we go directly or go through the process?" Zhao Hao on the side asked eagerly.
Fang Xiu ignored the two of them, but took a step forward and said calmly to the believers on the mountain: "The investigation bureau is doing business, and everyone else should stay away."
His voice was not loud, but it spread strangely throughout the entire place, echoing from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
The people who were climbing mountains, kowtowing, and worshiping Buddha all paused and looked towards the source of the sound. Suddenly, there were many exclamations from the crowd.
"It's the prophet Fang Xiu! He's really here!"
"Fang Xiu, this is a Buddhist holy land. You are not welcome. You are the one who should be avoided!"
"Amitabha, donor, this is a pure place of Buddhism. I hope you will not disturb this purity."
Countless believers speak up for Buddhism, as if Fang Xiu and his party are the villains attacking the Buddhist holy land, determined to destroy this beautiful and peaceful treasure land and destroy people's beautiful lives.
Faced with the condemnation and advice from everyone, Fang Xiu only had one word in reply.
"roll."
As soon as the word "Go" came out, endless black smoke poured out from his body. In the blink of an eye, billions of tiny black particles spread like billions of black worms, spreading crazily towards Lingshan. Believers are all covered in it.
Those black particles kept pouring into people's mouths and noses. Anyone who inhaled them would immediately have the most terrifying scene reflected in their hearts.
"ah!!"
"Help!"
"No! No no!"
The screams boiled like a tidal wave, and the originally peaceful Buddhist holy land instantly turned into a scene of hell.
"stop!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout in Daleiyin Temple, and a young white-robed monk was seen striding out. He was carrying a large bronze bell in one hand. He looked at the believers who were trapped in fear and couldn't help themselves, with a flash of anger in his eyes.
boom!
He slammed the bronze bell on the ground.
Boom——!
The melodious bells like a big bell resounded throughout the world, and the bright Buddha light suddenly appeared, piercing the black smoke that filled the Lingshan Mountain.
The believers who were originally in fear regained their clarity one by one, showed pious expressions on their faces, clasped their hands together, and recited Buddhist scriptures.
In an instant, the screams that filled the field turned into sacred and majestic chanting.
"Amitabha, the poor monk Yuan Jing, has met all the donors."
"Young monk, you abbot, if you see that old bald donkey in Kong, tell him to get out quickly and bring the Xuanyuan Sword!" Yang Ming stood behind Fang Xiu, yelling and scolding with a look on his face.
Faced with the insult, Yuan Jing did not get angry, but looked at Fang Xiu with lightning eyes: "Donor Fang, you are here for Xuanyuan Sword and Buddhism, but why do you want to anger these people? They just come to worship Buddha. ......."
"It's really noisy, Fang Moli." Fang Xiu said lightly.
Fang Moli behind him suddenly turned into a sword light and struck hard at Yuan Jing.
Yuan Jing frowned slightly and pressed his hands into the void.
boom!
A Buddha seal emitting bright golden light condensed in the void, with a majestic appearance, and it hit Fang Moli directly.
Fang Moli felt the terrifying power contained in it, and was suddenly shocked. This was actually a Buddha seal condensed with the light of the soul.
Is this the foundation of the strong men of the past era? He actually used the light of the soul to this extent!
Fang Moli gritted his teeth and felt fierce in his heart. He couldn't beat a sixth-level abbot, so how could he beat a young monk?
He used all his strength to activate the long sword in his hand, and in an instant the sword energy flew across the air, with a crisp sword cry, and turned into a sky-shattering rainbow, slashing towards the Buddha's seal.
boom!
The golden Buddha seal was split into two on the spot, turning into a rain of light and scattering across the sky and the earth.
With one successful blow, the long sword in Fang Moli's hand hit the young monk Yuan Jing's face. Yuan Jing's face was calm and unhurried, his hands were clasped and he was mumbling something.
The next moment, a golden bell slowly rose from his body.
Clang!
A violent metallic chirping sound sounded, which was the collision between the light of the soul and the light of the soul.
Fang Moli turned the light of his soul into sword energy, and Yuan Jing turned into a golden bell. Obviously, it is more difficult to turn into a golden bell.
There was just a click, and the long sword in Fang Moli's hand was shattered on the spot, and his whole body was also blown away.
Two moves knocked Fang Moli flying, and everyone was amazed by this terrifying strength.
At this moment, Yang Ming and others finally understood that the power of Buddhism was not only due to the sixth-level experts, but their fifth-level ones were equally powerful, and their various methods were comparable to those of immortal Buddhas.
The various forces hiding in the dark and watching onlookers also looked horrified.
Because Yuan Jing doesn't look old at all, only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but at such an age, he is already a fifth-level powerhouse. He even defeated the once recognized world's strongest man, Fang Mo, with two moves. Leave.
It is true that Fang Moli has a lot of strength, and most of it relies on the Xuanyuan Sword, but the problem is that Fang Moli is the second existence in the world to break through to the fifth level, half a step ahead of everyone else.
In addition, his talent is not weak, otherwise he would not be able to control the Xuanyuan Sword. In other words, even without the Xuanyuan Sword, Fang Moli has never been a weakling in the fifth level.
Fang Moli, who was knocked flying, turned over several times in the air before he stabilized his body. His face was extremely ugly. It was not that he was injured, but that he had been slapped in the face again. He was beaten by someone younger than himself. Being knocked away in front of everyone was even more uncomfortable than killing him.
Especially at this time, there is a mean-mouthed person nearby.
Yang Ming raised his voice and said with concern: "Fang Moli, are you okay?"
When Fang Moli heard this, his blood pressure immediately rose.
(late)
