Xuanzang continued to fall from the sky. He looked at Moro above the clouds, and his vision became increasingly blurry. Before he fainted, he only saw a girl in a green skirt flying towards him, her eyes anxious and sad.
Little candy...
Xuanzang closed his eyes and fell into darkness.
Brother, I am still useless after all. I have betrayed your trust and failed to awaken the master...
In his mind, the eldest brother is like the shining sun, a man of unparalleled magnificence and a genius. No matter where he goes, he can save people in distress and slay demons, and is worshiped by countless people.
He also longs to be someone like his elder brother, but unfortunately he is just an ordinary person.
But for some reason, his eldest brother always had high hopes for him and treated him differently.
The two are very different. One is like a cloud in the sky, and the other is like mud on the ground. There is no possibility of any intersection between them, but the eldest brother is willing to recognize him as his adopted brother and treat each other sincerely.
Facts have proved that the elder brother was wrong after all.
Xuanzang fell into a coma completely and his body continued to fall. If this continued, even if he did not die from his heart injury, he would still be thrown to death.
Xiaotang flew over desperately, grabbed one of his hands, and tried to lift him up.
Zhila!
Xiaotang let out a cry of pain, and there were traces of burns on his hands, with smoke rising repeatedly.
She had experienced this feeling before. When the Imperial Master had just brought Xuanzang out of the White Horse Temple, she tried to help Xuanzang and was burned, but it disappeared later.
She didn't know that the word 'Buddha' in Xuanzang's hand was feeling faintly hot at this moment.
Xiaotang gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain that burned her muscles and bones, and helped Xuanzang slow down his fall.
Mortal flesh and blood has a lot of turbid air, and flying with it is as heavy as a mountain. This is why Xiaotang was possessed in the umbrella before. She had to use the power of the wind to fly with Xuanzang.
After counting the breaths.
boom!
With a muffled sound, Xuanzang fell to the ground, and blood continued to flow out, soon staining the ground red.
…
At the moment when the word 'Buddha' in Xuanzang's palm became hot, Moro, under the blood moon, was suddenly startled and seemed to have noticed something, showing a sneer.
"San Le, you really haven't given up completely yet, and you actually did some tricks secretly."
"If that's the case, then I'll let your beloved disciple be shattered to pieces and his soul scattered. Let's see how you can save him!"
He raised his palm, and a huge bloody Buddha's handprint condensed in the sky, and he was about to shoot it towards the place where Xuanzang fell. However, the next moment, Sanskrit sounds suddenly rose, and the Buddha's light shone.
The flesh and blood essence flying around suddenly stopped and dispersed invisible.
Moro's rapidly growing body also stopped and remained in the youth stage, only one step away from reaching the most perfect state.
He is now equivalent to being conceived in his mother's womb for thirty-two days. Although he is already very powerful, he is still one step away from becoming a perfect demon and Buddha.
This step is quite critical.
Moro's eyes narrowed and he looked at the golden old monk who was walking towards him with lotuses growing step by step. He said coldly: "Hui Chan, since you have seen the future, why don't you worship? Do you want to betray Buddhism?"
He was deeply impressed by this old monk. This man's willpower was very firm. If he hadn't been obsessed with reviving Buddhism, he might not have been able to control him when he was still a demon child.
Even though he later corrupted this person, Hui Chan did not completely lose himself. He once ordered Hui Chan to quietly capture the people of Luoyang and send them to the Demon Suppression Tower to refine the elixir. However, this person was actually willing to sacrifice the disciples he had trained for many years. I don't want to do it either.
"Amitabha!"
Hui Chan looked at Moro quietly, his eyes were very calm.
"I only worship the true Buddha, not evil spirits."
"Evil?"
Moro laughed loudly, and his body suddenly bloomed with immeasurable Buddha light. The black lotus under his feet also turned into a twelve-grade golden lotus. He actually turned into a huge Buddhist golden body, six feet tall, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, bare chest and breasts. It's Maitreya with a big belly.
The future Buddha of the Third World Buddha!
"Hui Chan, as a disciple of Buddhism, can't you see the authenticity of this Maitreya Golden Body?"
Moro asked.
Huichan stared at the Buddha he had knelt down to worship countless times, with a hint of reverence in his eyes, and said: "This is indeed the golden body of Maitreya Buddha."
Moro smiled slightly, Hui Chan's biggest weakness is his obsession in his heart.
He wanted to revive Buddhism so much, but it was unrealistic to rely on his own efforts. Only by asking the Buddha to come to the world could he realize his long-cherished wish.
Hui Chan bowed down as he expected, which made Moro even more proud. It was an unexpected joy to be able to subdue a subordinate with a high level of cultivation.
But soon his smile froze.
Hui Chan worshiped the golden body of Maitreya devoutly, his voice calm.
"Buddha Maitreya is above, and my disciple Hui Chan is here to protect countless living beings in Luoyang, to prevent our Buddhist sect from being contaminated by evil spirits, and to not tarnish the holy name of Buddha..."
His eyes were lowered, staring at the Luoyang city that he had guarded for ninety years.
He saw children crying next to the bodies of their parents, a husband desperately looking for his wife in the ruins, an old man worshiping devoutly under the Buddha statue, and the little girl watching him outside the ruined temple...
Huichan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze was firm and his voice was like a bell.
"Disciple Hui Chan, I respectfully invite the Buddha to pass away!"
…
Outside Luoyang City, Li Daoxuan's eyes were solemn. His mana had been consumed by nearly 50%, but the bloody barrier was still not broken.
He used thunder spells, sword techniques, Samadhi True Fire, etc., and even smashed the Heavenly Seal, but it only caused the barrier to violently shake, and it returned to its original state in an instant.
"Daddy, drink!"
The little flower god came out and handed his precious honey pot to Li Daoxuan without hesitation.
Li Daoxuan drank the nectar, and the mana consumed in his body quickly filled up, vigorous and exciting, without any burden on his body.
For the Yang Shen monk, ordinary elixirs are no longer very effective. If they take too much, they will easily leave erysipelas and affect the foundation. However, the nectar collected by the little flower god can easily help the Yang Shen monk recover his mana and injuries. There is no any side effect.
After all, it is a treasure that promotes spiritual practice. Taking it like this is a bit wasteful, but now that the situation is critical, Li Daoxuan can no longer control so much.
The blood-colored barrier blocked his sight. He didn't know what was going on in Luoyang City now, and the uneasy feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger.
"No, we must break it as soon as possible!"
Li Daoxuan's Taoist robes fluttered, his eyes became extraordinarily deep, and the surrounding space also rippled. Several mountain peaks in the distance began to vibrate and lifted slightly.
The Great Divine Power of Tiangang - Move the Stars and Change the Fight!
There were beads of sweat on his forehead. Carrying several mountains at the same time was still a bit difficult for him now.
"Come on, daddy, come on!"
The little flower god waved her little fists in a sweet voice, cheering for Li Daoxuan.
Suddenly, the sky darkened, and a layer of shadow enveloped the two of them, and quickly expanded until it covered an entire area of several hundred feet.
The little flower god raised her little face, stared blankly at the sky above her head, and murmured: "The stars... the stars have fallen..."
I saw a 'star' falling from the night sky above the dome. As the distance continued to get closer, it continued to grow larger. The terrifying speed caused raging flames to rub on its surface, and dark iron blocks continued to disintegrate and break.
Looking from a distance, it looks like the sun has set in the sky.
Ten feet, one hundred feet, one thousand feet...
This 'star' is getting bigger and bigger, and its goal is very clear, falling straight towards Luoyang.
"Dad, you...you are so amazing!!!"
Her voice was full of admiration for Li Daoxuan. Daddy is so awesome. He can actually move the stars from the sky?
Li Dao
It seems... I didn't move it down.
His ability to move stars and change fights has not yet reached this level. He is picking up the stars and catching the sun, using them as weapons. Could it be that an immortal has come to this world?
"Taichong, it seems that you have slacked off in your practice after becoming the Imperial Master of the Tang Dynasty. My Taoist sect's skill of moving stars and changing fights was actually used by you to move mountains?"
An old and kind voice sounded, with a hint of ridicule.
He turned around and looked around, only to see an old man wearing Bagua Taoist robes and holding a Taoist sword slowly walking towards him. His silver hair was only tied up with a wooden hairpin. His eyes were weathered, he walked like a crane, and his demeanor was as aloof as ten thousand people. Mountain.
The number one Taoist disciple in the world, the seventh-generation Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, Zhang Zhiyan!
Li Daoxuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he said in surprise: "Master!"
The old Heavenly Master's Taoist robes were fluttering, he was walking with his sword in hand, surrounded by dragon and tiger auras, and the golden pure Yang Qi was as vast as the abyss. Li Daoxuan originally thought that even if he lost to the old man, he would still be about the same.
But now it seems that compared with the old Heavenly Master, his pure Yang Qi is like a stream meeting a river and a sea, and a fish in a pond is compared to a Kunpeng.
The old Heavenly Master stepped forward, and the void around him surged like water. This was his great magical power of moving stars and changing battles.
The 'star' falling from the sky was undoubtedly his handiwork.
"Taichong, the reason why Shifting Stars and Changing Dou ranks third among the thirty-six methods of Tiangang is because... it can really move stars."
The old Heavenly Master touched Li Daoxuan's head and seemed to be very satisfied with his disciple's shocked look.
"Look carefully, one method can be used to defeat all methods. If you study one magical power to the extreme, you will be invincible."
After the words fell, the old master pressed his palm, and the speed of the falling 'stars' suddenly became faster, like a huge fireball falling from the sky and hitting the blood barrier.
Boom! ! !
The universe is shaken, and the earth is turned upside down!
Countless fragments of meteorite flew away, leaving the mountains riddled with holes, or falling into the water and emitting bursts of hot steam.
And that extremely hard blood-colored barrier, under the impact of a comet hitting the sun, cracks appeared, spreading like a spider web, and finally shattered completely with a click.
In a state of shock, Li Daoxuan heard the old master murmuring in a low voice.
"It's a pity that I haven't become an immortal yet. I can only capture a larger piece of extraterrestrial meteorite, but I can't really reach the stars and the moon."
Li Dao
He looked at the old master and found that the master was hammering his waist.
"I haven't used my full strength for a long time, and I actually dodged my waist."
The old Heavenly Master twisted three times to the left and three times to the right, his muscles and bones made crisp sounds, and a look of relief appeared on his face.
"Okay, straighten up, let's go, keep fighting!"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Li Daoxuan seemed to see a hint of excitement in his master's eyes, and he seemed to be eager to try.
"Yes, Master!"
With the arrival of the Heavenly Master, Li Daoxuan felt relieved for a while.
It feels so safe!
Although the master is already one hundred and twenty-four years old and looks very old, as a peerless figure who once suppressed an era, his strength will only become more terrifying as time goes by.
The Empress in Tsing Yi once commented on the old Celestial Master, saying that she had the demeanor of the first Celestial Master Zhang Daoling, and said that even if she had become a ghost immortal, if she had a fight with the old Celestial Master, the outcome would only be 50-50.
"My dear disciple, why are you standing still? Let's go and kill the thief!"
The old heavenly master walked with his sword in hand, his Bagua Taoist robes fluttering, and his body as tall and straight as a pine tree in the snow-capped mountains.
"Okay, let's kill the thief!"
Li Daoxuan suddenly felt a surge of pride in his heart, as if together with his master, he could destroy all the demons in the world without fear of any danger.
…
Over Luoyang.
The moment the formation was broken, Moro realized that something was wrong.
In his plan, at this moment he should have completely cultivated the body of a demon Buddha with the help of the flesh and blood essence of the people of Luoyang, and he will be invincible in the world from then on. No matter who comes, it will be of no avail.
However, things went against expectations. Who would have thought that Hui Chan would suddenly have an epiphany and stop himself at all costs, leaving his body of a demon and a Buddha still missing.
This line is the difference between heaven and earth.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
In the sky, Hui Chan was like an ant, fighting against the huge golden body of Maitreya. He was knocked away by the Buddha's hand many times, but he flew up tenaciously, like an invincible little strongman.
Cracks appeared on his Arhat Gold body, and the golden blood continued to flow. However, facing Maitreya Buddha, his fighting spirit became more and more intense, his fighting spirit soared into the sky, and his killing intent boiled.
During the battle, Hui Chan was still so fierce and fierce. He risked his own life and went forward indomitably, blasting out fist seals on Maitreya Jin's body with the power of subduing dragons and subduing tigers.
Even if the bones of his fists were broken and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth, he still had no hesitation and was completely disregarding his life and death.
There was a trace of murderous intent in Moro's eyes, and he finally stopped hiding it and showed his body as a demon.
I saw that half of Maitreya's golden body began to change, the golden light turned into blood light, half of his face became hideous and ugly, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, and sharp and dark nails even grew on his left hand.
Half Buddha and half demon is called a demon Buddha!
boom!
Moro's momentum surged instantly, and the nails on the devil's hand scratched Hui Chan's golden body.
An arm flew up, and the golden light on it quickly dissipated, and the blood turned red, then rotted and turned black in the blink of an eye, and finally turned into ashes and dissipated.
Huichan's Arhat's golden body, which had been able to withstand Maitreya's physical body for a long time, was defeated in an instant, as if he had encountered a nemesis.
The Buddha's body can defeat demons, and the demon's body can defeat Buddha. The demon and Buddha are one body, making them almost invincible.
boom!
The devil's hand grabbed Hui Chan, as if holding an ant, and squeezed it hard in his palm.
Although Hui Chan only had one arm, he still struggled hard. However, as time passed, his golden body was seriously damaged, his mana was consumed hugely, and he became weaker and weaker.
Is that the end?
Hui Chan's vision turned black. Maybe in a few breaths, he would be crushed to pieces by Moro and die completely.
He was not afraid of death, he was just sorry that he failed to protect the people of this city in the end.
Clang!
Just when he closed his eyes and prepared to face death, a sonorous sword sound suddenly sounded in his ears, shaking the sky.
The bright sword light spread across the sky and the earth, and the edge that had been silent for many years appeared again. The sword energy was like a dragon and tiger, the edge was like the sun and the moon, and it cut off the devil's hand like thunder.
The sword energy spreads across thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword chills nineteen continents!
Moro looked intently.
The golden sword spikes fluttered, and the ninety-nine and eighty-one-section sword was engraved with the sun, moon, stars, ancient inscriptions, and two shining ancient words - Kill Evil!
The old heavenly master was holding a three-five evil-killing male and female sword, his Taoist robes were fluttering, and his silver hair was like frost. He stepped over the broken evil hand and looked at Moro quietly.
"Some accounts can finally be settled today."
(End of chapter)
