Although Buddhism is good at the method of saving, it is not so easy to save a great demon of the soul. Shaolin Temple also has such a protector, and there are more than one, but they don't give him the feeling of being as ferocious as the golden-winged roc. Terrible.
Moreover, the Buddha nature in this golden-winged roc was very different from the essence of Shaolin Zen, but even he felt the mystery of it.
But at this moment, Xue Buran, who was wearing a blood robe, let out a light sigh and raised a cold eyebrow, as if he was a little surprised.
I saw, above the head of the golden-winged roc, a monk in white clothes standing with his hands behind his back. The energy of his whole body was deep and restrained, blending into the roc and making it difficult to detect.
"It's him?"
The enlightened monk sent out his spiritual thoughts and discovered Su Ming on the golden-winged roc. At just the first glance, he felt a subtle sense of surprise in his heart.
Not here, not there, not in the middle, hiding among all living beings, what a wonderful state of Buddhist cultivation!
Just as he was secretly praising in his heart, a cold voice sounded, "Little monk, you have just become a soul. Are you here to die?" Go to the golden-winged roc.
For just a moment, Feng Wuya felt the biting cold air spread from the bottom of his heart to his whole body, and his whole body became a little stiff, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.
This feeling made his heart tremble, and he remembered the first time he saw the Imperial Master of Zhou Dynasty when he was sweeping across southern Xinjiang and attacking Shiwan Mountain more than forty years ago. At that time, he was so frightened that he fled frantically. But now , the person in front of him gave him almost the same feeling.
But at the moment when fear continued to grow in his heart, Su Ming on his back spoke out, "Are you the leader of the Demon Cult with an unstained blood? I didn't expect to meet him in Kunlun Mountain today. The drop of blood you sent back then was very... good!"
The calm voice contained no emotion, but when it fell into Feng Wuya's ears, it was like the sound of nature, erasing all the fear in his heart.
At this moment, the blood-colored robe on Xue Buran's body moved without wind, and his long black hair hung behind his back. A cold and evil smile appeared on his handsome and pale face, "I didn't expect that Kunlun would actually invite you. I am really surprised. surprise."
"As an imperial master of the Great Zhou Dynasty, why don't I come to Kunlun Mountain for a while?" Faced with Xue Bustain's provocation, Su Ming's eyes darkened slightly, and his words became a little colder.
"Grand Master of the Zhou Dynasty? Haha... What qualifications do you have to compare with us?"
After the words fell, a sea of blood suddenly formed in the void, and the blood lotus bloomed, dazzling and dazzling. The petals were crystal clear like carved gemstones, gorgeous and beautiful.
But in this beautiful blood lotus bloom, there is hidden endless murderous intention. In just a few breaths, the sea of blood has already dyed the blue sky red.
Seeing this, the enlightened old monk on the side cursed secretly in his heart. He stepped forward and the lotus in the void reappeared, but it was already thousands of miles away.
He didn't expect that Xue Buhan would dare to take action in front of the mountain gate of Kunlun Taoist Sect. He was really a madman. If he had known this earlier, he would have stopped this guy from taking action.
But now, the war is about to break out, and it is too late to stop it. Even if Xue Buhan stops, the young monk, as the Great Zhou Imperial Master, cannot be easily humiliated.
However, this time, the little monk was going to suffer.
Looking at the sea of blood churning in the void, a dignified look appeared in the eyes of the enlightened old monk, and he secretly mentioned the Buddha Yuan, waiting for the opportunity to move.
Having been sworn enemies with Xue Buran for so long, no one understands Xue Buran better than him.
As the saying goes, the people who know you best are often your enemies.
The masters of the three sects of Taoism, Buddhism and Demonology have been in the realm of Yuanshen for hundreds of years. They are all old monsters with profound Taoism. Whether it is magic power, state of mind or magical power, they are at the pinnacle of the world and have few opponents.
Top soul masters like them are each enough to dominate an era. Even among the three sects, they are extremely rare.
Perhaps it was due to the luck of immortality that the great monk who was supposed to dominate the whole world actually had one from each of the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon. Therefore, this also caused a stalemate among the three sects.
The Kunlun Taoist Sect also managed to occupy the top position among the three sects by virtue of its profound foundation. But now, Xue Bu Ran was invited and openly attacked in front of the Kunlun Gate. He simply did not take Kunlun seriously and spread the news. Kunlun Taoism will be ridiculed by Taoists all over the world.
As the leader of the Taoist sect, someone actually dares to take action at his own mountain gate. This can no longer be described as arrogant.
At the same time, in the Tongtian Hall deep in the sea of clouds in Kunlun Mountain, Master Xuanming was lying on the cloud couch, supporting his chin with one hand and looking at the treasure mirror in front of him with a contented expression, which reflected the scene happening outside.
In fact, he already knew it when they came to the mountain gate, but he didn't expect that Xue Buhan would be so domineering and take action at the slightest disagreement.
This made him a little unhappy, but even if he wasn't happy, it didn't stop him from watching the show. It just so happened that he also wanted to see how powerful this Great Zhou Imperial Master was, who could defeat his apprentice Qingxu.
If the blood is not stained, it will be enough if you don't take action. Once you take action, it will be a peerless magical power.
At this moment, the sea of blood is in the sky, endless, deep and vast, blessed by the power of heaven and earth, making unimaginable power surge, and there is a kind of oppression that squeezes from space to time. The space seemed to freeze instantly, as if it had changed from a lake to a swamp, making it difficult to move forward.
In just a moment, Feng Wuya felt that the surrounding space was stagnant, and even his body became heavier. He could no longer be like before, flying thousands of miles away with a flutter of his wings.
This feeling is extremely uncomfortable for the great demon who is the king of the sky.
At this moment, Su Ming moved.
He slowly stood up and looked at Xue Bu Stain, who was dressed in blood robes, with cold eyes, "Since you want to be beaten so much, of course I will accompany you!"
As he spoke, countless golden chains emerged from behind him. These chains glowed with golden light. If you look closely, you will find that they are actually composed of countless Sanskrit characters.
Countless chains formed a huge French net that stretched across the sky and the earth, penetrating the void. The surging blood could not corrode it at all. Instead, it was evaporated instantly, and its power continued unabated, moving toward the blood-bumper shroud.
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"It's interesting." The interest in Xue Buran's eyes became stronger. With a thought, the bloody lotus floating on the sea of blood bloomed instantly, and the fragrance spread thousands of miles, densely packed and countless.
However, the next moment, these blood lotuses withered at the same time, blooming with blood-colored brilliance, and gathered into a blood-colored rosette that appeared under Xue Buran, raising a thin and invisible barrier.
At the same time, thousands of golden chains came across the void and hit the barrier, making it difficult to move forward. Not only that, the blood-colored brilliance changed endlessly, and in an instant, the French net composed of the golden chains eroded, turning it into a bloody mass. Nutrients are completely absorbed by it.
"What other tricks do you have? Use them all!" Xue Buran stood with his hands behind his hands, and his voice was more like the wind blowing from the abyss of hell, which was creepy.
"Raise your sword!"
Facing Xue Bustain's provocation, Su Ming's eyes showed a solemn look, he put his fingers together in front of his chest, shouted sharply, and the Buddha's Light Sword Qi shone brightly.
In the void, an ancient sword roar sounded coldly.
This sound is very ancient, very vicissitudes of life, thick and deep, and it is also accompanied by the sound of Buddha and Sanskrit singing, clarifying the jade world.
Immediately, a gorgeous and exquisite peerless sword came out of nothingness and flew into Su Ming's hand.
"Today I want to see whether your Blood God Sword is more powerful or my Industry-Destroying Sword is better!" After saying this, Su Ming held the Industry-Destroying Sword and waved it lightly, and thousands of sword lights shot out. .
Suddenly, countless sword lights in the void were slashing towards Xue Buran. There were thousands of them, some went straight and decisively, some zigzagged around, some were silent, some were bright, and some were glowing with thunder. , clear light, Buddha light, all kinds, mysterious and complex.
What's even more frightening is that the sword light changes invisibly and tangibly. It suddenly appears, then disappears, and suddenly cuts out from an unknown angle in the void, pulling out a thin edge, which is indestructible.
It was as if the entire world was turning into a world of sword light.
At this time, the disdainful coldness on Xue Buran's face finally subsided and became serious. The little monk in front of him was much more difficult to deal with than he imagined.
"good!"
Only now did he have to admit that Su Ming's strength was worth taking seriously. Xue Buran looked at the Industry-Destroying Sword in Su Ming's hand, his eyes gradually becoming sharper, "Since you want to see the Blood God Sword, then I Just as you wish!"
The next moment, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and the blood lotus under his feet instantly dissipated. The blood beads bloomed with blood and gathered into a bright red, exquisite and magnificent divine sword.
As soon as the sword was released, boundless ferocity and terror erupted, mobilizing all directions and competing with the Brahma light emitted from the sword. Under the impact of two completely different sword intentions, it seemed as if the sky was to be torn into pieces. Two halves.
Seeing this scene, whether it was Master Xuanming peeping from Kunlun Mountain or Master Wu Dao watching the battle, surprise appeared in their eyes. The Blood God Sword is the most precious treasure of the Demon Sect and is a spiritual treasure.
However, Su Ming's Industry-Destroying Sword can compete with it without falling behind. It is obviously a spiritual treasure, and its quality is definitely not low. How is this possible?
No one knows the foundation of the Great Zhou better than them. Although the Great Zhou swept across the world and suppressed many sects, and obtained countless magical treasures, there was not a single spiritual treasure.
Because Lingbao generates spiritual wisdom by itself, and if it has a deep foundation, it can even appear in form and achieve Tao through cultivation. Therefore, generally speaking, there are very few owners of Lingbao, usually only one or two, either inherited from the family, or The sect’s most precious treasure.
The Great Zhou Dynasty could dominate the world, so it was impossible for it to be without a spiritual treasure, but that spiritual treasure was closely related to the fate of the Great Zhou Dynasty and could not be used easily.
Although Taoist Xuanfeng had a spiritual treasure on his body before, that spiritual treasure was not his own at all, but belonged to Kunlun. He was only qualified to use it.
The world of cultivating immortals has been passed down for tens of millions of years, and the spiritual treasures of each family are on the table, which cannot be hidden from the three sects. However, the karma-killing sword in Su Ming's hand is very unfamiliar and does not exist in their memories, and the sects also There is no record.
Since his spiritual treasure did not come from Da Zhou, where did this spiritual treasure come from? Although the old monk was confused, he did not think about it carefully. Compared with the origin of Lingbao, the battle situation in front of him was more important.
Facing the sword energy field formed by thousands of sword energy, Xue Buran snorted coldly, held the Blood God Sword in his hand, and waved it gently. The same technique, but a completely different swordsmanship.
Thunder exploded and roared, the ultimate murderous intention was accompanied by a ferocious aura, and the bright sword light was gorgeous and dazzling, even the sky was covered.
"Kacha, Katcha!"
Thousands of sword energy collided with the crimson sword light, and the void suddenly cracked, which could not be healed for a long time. Earth, water, wind and fire all emerged, and the dark space cracks extended densely, like a spider web. Thousands of miles were filled with chaotic and powerful forces. The sword energy makes it impossible for other monks to get close.
At the same time, the aftermath of the battle between the two men finally shocked Kunlun Mountain. On the towering Kunlun Mountain, mysterious magic arrays lit up with runes, and then pillars of light rose into the sky, forming a thin layer of The quality protective cover is like an upside-down jade bowl, emitting colorful light.
In the Tongtian Hall, Master Xuanming looked at the scene shown on the treasure mirror with a trace of regret in his eyes. At this point, he had to step forward.
Even the mountain-protecting formation was affected. If he didn't come forward, the elders and disciples on the mountain would think that there was an enemy attacking Kunlun Mountain.
"That's all, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future." He held up the miter on his head and sighed softly. Although he did not test out Cihang Pudu's true combat power, this sword alone was enough to become one of the top warriors in the world of immortality. force.
"It seems that the plan needs to be changed." Originally, he sent a message to Su Ming, but it was just a whim. He wanted to use the power of the Great Zhou to deal with the demons in southern Xinjiang. During this period, the status of the Great Zhou and the three parties was not equal at all. .
Because, now that Dazhou's fate has declined, he no longer has the qualifications to challenge the three sects.
But looking at it today, I can see that the Great Zhou Dynasty has not yet been exhausted.
For a moment, all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. Master Xuanming stood up from the cloud couch, put the treasure mirror into his bag with a wave of his sleeve, and then disappeared.
Outside the Kunlun Mountains, the first move was also a test move. The purpose was to compare their basic knowledge and swordsmanship skills. It was regarded as an appetizer, and the next step was to make the real move.
"You are a monk who can actually take my sword. You are very good. Next, I am going to show off." Xue Buran looked at Su Ming, his eyes bursting with blazing light, and the fighting spirit continued to gather in his heart. It accumulates and eventually turns into a vicious murderous intention.
A sword is a murderous weapon.
The Blood Invincible was originally forged with blood. After a long period of being soaked and nurtured, it became a spiritual treasure. It is recognized as the most lethal spiritual treasure among the three sects.
And Xue Budan, who has cultivated the blood nerves, coupled with the Blood God Sword, has already achieved tremendous combat power.
"Blood stained the dust and sharp edges!"
With a soft drink, the divine sword in Xue Butain's palm slashed out again. The magnificent and gorgeous blood-colored sword energy rushed toward his face with overwhelming killing intent. It was extremely fast, as if time and space had been frozen.
Less than one ten thousandth of a breath comes in a blink of an eye.
However, in this flash of lightning, Su Ming sheathed his sword and made the lotus seal with his hand, which was exactly the trick he used to deal with Taoist Qingxu.
"The holy lotus transforms into a thousand things!"
