As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Luoyang hit him with a palm.
Originally, all the street lights nearby had been destroyed in the previous battle, the building was full of cracks, and the lights inside had flickered and disappeared, making it dark.
The lights in the distance are like fireflies and cannot shine here. The light of the broken moon in the sky is also blocked by the shadows of tall buildings.
The temperature is even weirder. The influence of hot lasers and cold rays makes the place full of humid and stifling fog.
But when Guan Luoyang took out this palm, the sky and the earth were cool, the temperature was harmonious, the fog was swept away, and countless tiny light spots suddenly emerged from the surrounding air, flying freely, like flying insects or water droplets.
The more these light points emerged, the wider the area covered by the light. They whizzed away in an instant, bringing this cool light from Guan Luoyang to the place where the Nichiren Snow Sea was.
It is also a palm that leads to light. The current scene is vaguely similar to the palm that Nichiren Xuehai broke into the house in the early morning.
However, its core is completely different.
The palm that Nichiren Yukikai hit at that time was the Surya Light Seal in his thirty-six set of conductor seals. Surya is the name of the sun god. In mythology, he rides in a carriage pulled by seven red horses. , passing through the sky, like the movement of the great sun, the light in the seal has the characteristics of the wrath of the sun and the galloping horse.
The palm technique looks bright, but in fact it is concentrated at high temperatures and wildly collides, burning the material below the molecular structure and releasing majestic energy.
And Guan Luoyang's palm, although it is also light, is a water-colored light, containing the true meaning of Tianhe Zhengfa's practice.
The practice of Tianhe Zhengfa requires the illusory magic power to be condensed into the substantial "one yuan of heavy water" and circulated within the body.
One drop of this immortal true water weighs ten thousand kilograms. The mass of a drop of natural water is only about one gram.
This "one dollar of heavy water" is originally condensed from ethereal energy, but its density is equivalent to five million times that of ordinary water flow in nature!
Moreover, such a high-density substance can still exist in the form of a liquid, which shows the profoundness of the immortal principles. It is actually the most pure, the most rigid, the most soft, the most thick, and the gravity moves and combines it into one.
The deeper truth behind this is originally something that one has to wait until one has reached the realm of Yuanshen. The vast majority of practitioners of Tianhe Zhengfa just follow the steps and follow the path opened by the ancestors and sages. They don’t know why or what the realm is. Nor is it sufficient to explore the changes.
Only at this moment, Guan Luoyang, with the true intention of the demon, reviewed the practice of Tianhe Zhengfa, and then used the ever-changing energy of the vacuum divine power as a medium, could he easily explain in advance some of the deep mysteries of the immortal true water.
Moxing touches the sun, and the palm of the Milky Way!
Of course, Nichiren Yukikai didn't know the many entanglements behind this palm, but he instinctively sensed the great threat. His face was serious, his eyes were shining brightly, and suddenly he raised his arms, his saffron robe spread out, and the person was already flying into the air. Get up and take three steps in a row.
When he took these three steps, his figure was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear, and his momentum doubled and surged, becoming grand and lofty.
Obviously, the three steps were only completed in front of his eyes. He stepped out in the air and the steps were normal, but people could not help but feel that he had crossed an extremely long distance with each step.
Conductor seals are not all done with hand movements. This is one seal among the thirty-six sets of conductor seals, which is simply shown in the posture of stepping, the seal of measuring heaven and earth!
Legend has it that Vishnu, the great god who maintains the world, once transformed into a dwarf and made a bet with a great demon who threatened the rule of the gods. He said that the land within three steps of the dwarf was inviolable to all demons. Then Vishnu crossed the heavens in one step and the human world in one step. In three steps, he stepped on the big devil's head and expelled him to hell.
The third step to measure the seal of heaven and earth was originally that no matter how far away the opponent was, as long as he was within the sensing range, he would be stepped on the top of his head and completely killed.
The distance between Nichiren Snow Sea and Guan Luoyang was less than a hundred meters. For strong men like them, this distance was simply negligible. However, he took three steps in a row, but he only managed to get through half of it. A short distance away, he was already in the air and met the palm force wielded by Guan Luoyang.
Thousands of bright water droplets, like flying insects, approached, as if invisibly, causing a huge tide sweeping the heaven and earth, which was inevitable and insurmountable.
When Nichiren Sekai suppressed the attack on the third step, the stalemate lasted for less than a second, and he already felt a huge surge of force, causing his knees to tremble slightly.
His eyes were trembling, and he took the initiative to retreat.
A phantom formed by the gathering of massive spiritual energy, glowing with golden and blue light, still stayed in its original position in the air, barely holding on.
As for the retreating real body, as the figure swept backwards, the seals of both hands changed continuously. From the phantom of stacked gestures, a right hand was found and slowly held empty.
Whoops! ! ! !
The empty palm seemed to be the eye of the wind between heaven and earth, instantly forming a huge tornado connecting the clouds above and the earth below.
This tornado is shaped like an hourglass, and the position where the palm is held in the middle is like the waist of the hourglass, extremely narrow and thin.
There were also narrow strips of lightning flashing in the tornado, all of which passed through the thinnest point and through the fists of the palms, connecting the clouds and the earth.
The psychic satellites above the clouds are being mobilized more and more. Before the psychic energy from the satellite groups in the distance can be dispatched, the psychic signals stored in the nearby satellites have been plundered, so that Several satellites were completely dimmed.
On the ground, some iron tower-shaped psychic base stations in the surrounding neighborhoods suddenly shone brightly, and then dimmed.
Nichiren Yukikai's real body also bears a "wishing seal"!
Compared with the momentum just now when Vajradhara used a high-rise building as a medium and as a treasure to push out.
At this moment, Nichiren Snow Sea actually used the heavenly wind and tornado and the wild lightning to hold it in one palm or one fist as immeasurable wealth.
The comparison between the two before and after is like comparing a country rich man with a giant who invisibly controls the world's finance.
This thing is secret, intangible, and illusory. Can it be regarded as wealth? Can it be valued?
Priceless!
The shadow in the sky has been torn apart and destroyed by the invisible tide.
Thousands of bright water droplets gathered into a crystal clear palm print and pressed over.
Nichiren Sekkai met him with a punch.
When the fists and palms collided, Nichiren Xuehai felt that at the beginning, there was a very strong and fierce barrier in front of him. However, after the violent collision with the strength of the fists, he was able to break through a little bit and go deep. But then, the softest barrier appeared. Just as soon as Pei Mo was able to control it, Haoran's force came back.
The righteous way of immortality eliminates the false and preserves the true.
The virtual and real on both sides collide, erupting into strange and changeable colored lights, making it difficult to distinguish.
With a fist, the water droplets gradually evaporated, and the tornado dispersed, leaving only wisps of ring-shaped wind flakes in the sky, rolling and spreading, turning into strong winds, blowing many tall buildings near and far.
The LCD screens and tempered glass on the exterior walls of countless high-rise buildings were buzzing, roaring, and cracked by the blowing.
Kongtuo was finally able to break free from the wall and fell down weakly, as if he was sluggish. The wish seal that Nichiren Yukikai had made just now was constantly replayed in his mind.
Although the thirty-six sets of conductor seals were all created and compiled by Nichiren Sekkai, whether it is Nichiren Sekkai's own words or the experience of the four mountain masters.
These thirty-six sets of seals are too comprehensive, and some seals are even related to each other. When practiced together, they are mediocre. It is far worse than practicing alone or only practicing several seals that can be combined.
King Kong Tuo presides over the financial power of the Eight Leaves Academy and specializes in a set of wish seals. He is deeply proud of himself. Today he suffered a big defeat and then a big setback. After laughing for no reason for a few times, his seriously injured brain seemed to be frozen, and he fell into a state of confusion.
The great wise master did not get too close. He controlled a group of red-eyed crow-like intelligent machines on the rooftop in the distance and came to the vicinity of Vajra. He lifted his body and hid away from the distance.
The auxiliary intelligence in Yi's body is controlling the crows, while the great wisdom master's own brain and mind are concentrating on it, not daring to be distracted and nervously paying attention to the battle situation on the Nichiren Snow Sea.
He is an absolute expert in prosthetic technology, and he is usually very resourceful. Although after the birth of Brahma Brain's self-awareness, he lost his temper for a while because it was too unscientific.
But even Brahma's Brain, deep down in his heart, never underestimated him. When he encountered Liu Anshan's incident, he always informed him of the news first when preparing the plan. This shows how high the level of the Great Wisdom Master was.
It's a pity that a wise woman cannot make a meal without rice.
The strength shown by the great sect leader has exceeded the usual expectations.
Guan Luoyang's individual normal combat power was evenly matched with such a large sect leader who exceeded expectations and mobilized many satellite blessings.
The great wise master really couldn't think of anything else in the Luoyan area that could add enough weight to this battle.
He could only try his best to mobilize more satellites and directly notify Indra Province, doing everything he could.
"How did that happen?"
After all, the Great Wisdom Master was unwilling to give in, thinking and hoping with delusions, "Which of our trump cards can be used in this situation... Great Sect Master, will there be someone who doesn't have me?" Know the trump card..."
After Nichiren Xuehai landed, his body swayed slightly and he took a small step back. There was still a wet feeling on his fists.
His expression changed and his eyes flashed, revealing complex meanings, including shock and excitement, like nervous anticipation when stepping into a dangerous situation, uneasiness, and...as if he was laughing after being scorned.
"It's really powerful, but..."
He looked at Guan Luoyang, "Do you want to continue fighting with me in this state?"
Guan Luoyang moved his palm away, revealing his face. Countless golden data streams poured through his eyes like a waterfall. He turned his palm upward, made an invitation, and asked, "Why not?"
The great wisdom master's eyes widened in shock. He adjusted the frequency of his electronic eyes and tightened his pupils. He stared at the data in Guan Luoyang's eyes. He heard the voice of Brahma's Brain again.
"Don't think about it, don't think about it...don't think you can kill me like this...you can't trap me..."
The voice of Brahma's brain is changing, without a carrier of reality, and electromagnetic waves are intermittently transmitting his thoughts. There are old people, young people, men, and women in the sound.
"You can't trap me!!"
After all, it is an electronic life. Even though the spirit body has been cut into pieces by the sword light and swallowed again, he is still not dead.
However, he could also feel death approaching.
The previous freedom in the online world has disappeared. He feels like a huge statue mixed with salt and earth, falling into the sea. No matter how hard he struggles, he can only float on the surface for a while.
The ebb and flow of the tide would drag him into the sea again, where he would continue to decompose.
Guan Luoyang's spiritual world is the ocean with constant storms and waves, all-pervasive and turbulent.
Nichiren Yukikai snorted, suddenly attacked, floated into the air, his robes were fluttering, his figure seemed to have grown ten times taller, his palm passed across his neck, and he thrust out a palm.
The sky seemed to drop a corner, and more spiritual energy was poured into him.
The wind and clouds surged, echoing such a palm from him.
The wise master opened his eyes to look, but he couldn't tell what kind of seal it was, but an allusion suddenly came to his mind.
Ganesha, the son of Lord Shiva and the Parvati Goddess, was ordered to guard his mother's residence, but he did not know how to adapt and did not allow Lord Shiva to enter. Shiva became angry and cut off his head. Later, he attached the head of a small elephant to him. The resurrection.
It was the death of Shiva's son, but it was also the true birth of the first sacrificer, the remover of obstacles.
Cut off its head first, and then destroy everything.
After this palm was really pushed out, it was as if Nichiren Xuehai's entire body had disappeared, leaving only a ball of sacred flames from the first sacrifice, bright red and gold, swaying in the void, attacking people and burning them.
As soon as this seal was completed, Nichiren Yukimi's figure flashed in the sky again, clasped his thumb and index finger, and brought his hands together to chop down.
This seal is not finished, there is another seal.
The wise master's expression became more and more shocked.
He discovered that the seals that the great sect master was currently using were not among the thirty-six sets of conductor seals, but they all had a corresponding allusion, so that he could read it from the spiritual energy just by looking at it. Corresponding artistic conception.
He suddenly understood why the sect leader didn't care that Guan Luoyang had obtained the thirty-six kinds of seals and divine will.
The seal technique of the great sect master has already reached the point where it is inseparable from its sect, and one sect can develop thousands of techniques. Maybe he can create as many seal techniques as there are allusions in the Eight-Leaf Myth.
If Guan Luoyang really bothered to study the thirty-six seals, he would have lowered his style. When he made the thirty-six seals, it was as if his own path had become part of the Nichiren Snow Sea.
How can the individual be better than the whole?
However, although Guan Luoyang got the seal, he didn't care, as if he just took it casually. Even now, he doesn't use the seal to fight the enemy, he just draws his sword with his sleeves.
As soon as he raised the knife, fire, silver flowers, and electric snakes danced wildly, and countless white and messy lights burst out, making the sky dizzy.
The ferocious aura was overwhelming, as if the vastness between heaven and earth was everywhere. Everywhere you looked and every inch you stepped on was filled with white light that stung your heart and lungs.
Nichiren Snow Sea's various new seals have never been born before. As soon as they were born at this moment, they have been cracked by the light of the sword, swallowed up in it, and cut every inch.
His entire figure had been obscured by the light of the sword, and he could only vaguely appear for a moment before being swallowed up again.
However, more and more psychic satellites were mobilized and injected signals, so that the battle situation never completely deviated.
Besides, Brahma’s brain is still struggling.
Wait, is he still struggling?
The great wise master looked at him in horror. The voice of Brahma's Brain was getting weaker and weaker.
In the flash of the sword, Guan Luoyang struck out a sword with his right hand, and suddenly the five fingers of his left hand flicked, like plucking the strings of a piano.
The golden data in his eyes was flowing down, but it no longer looked messy.
The demon decomposes, and the vacuum power changes without any reason, simulating the most detailed electrical signals, which are played out from the tips of his five fingers like thousands of strings.
Several important military locations in Naluoyan were suddenly forcibly taken over. The intelligent programs responsible for defense moved out of the way like obedient watchdogs, and even took the initiative to fight back, decrypting the information layer by layer.
The intelligent machines stirred up chaos and overran the main control room.
The defenders launched a counterattack in panic, not knowing what happened.
But the missiles in their bases have been launched one after another.
The target is directed at the psychic satellite group over the Narayana area.
"He, after he swallowed Brahma, could he actually do the same thing as Brahma in the network field?"
The wise master's mind almost stopped, and he looked desperately at the scene of many missiles taking off.
He knew very well that once these satellite groups were destroyed, the great sect master would soon be at a disadvantage, or even be killed or escape.
And regardless of whether the great sect leader is dead or gone, Baye will be removed from the group soon.
"finally……"
Nichiren Yukiumi's voice came out from the sword light, with infinite emotion and far-reaching meaning.
Is the Great Sect Master also in despair?
"Finally someone can force me to use this skill."
Nichiren Yukikai sighed, "Although I didn't prepare it for you originally, I can still read it to you with the lines I prepared a long time ago."
He smiled and said, "Guan Luoyang, have you seen the beautiful scenery of exploding stars all over the sky?"
Guan Luoyang raised his eyelids.
boom!
Boom boom boom boom boom...
The great wise master looked up into the sky incomprehensibly.
Why did the psychic satellites explode one after another before the missiles reached there?
When were those satellites equipped with self-destruct devices?
The satellite exploded.
The spiritual energy began to dissipate.
What the great wise master didn't know was that not only Narayana, but also the psychic satellites of all other major provinces in the Eight Leaves Territory were exploding except for the Indra Province.
In the stratosphere, auras of light surged, and seas of water flowed across the ocean, disrupting the eternally peaceful place and rushing away.
Psychic energy is a very personal power.
In this world, everyone is unique. Even if they have similar beliefs, it is difficult to maintain stable psychic resonance, so it must be stored, transported, and adjusted through technological means.
Spiritual energy is like water, and technological means are a collection of rivers, gates, dams, reservoirs, ditches, and transportation pipelines.
This set of application methods established with psionic satellites and psionic base stations as hubs and hundreds of auxiliary instruments is a very complex system. When it was first established, I don’t know how many talents in the scientific community followed it. , strive for it with all your heart and soul.
However, there is another phenomenon in this world that allows spiritual energy to spontaneously gather in the air without the assistance of any technological equipment, creating huge destructive power.
On the other side of Narayana Province, in a mansion at night.
The short-bearded scholar wearing gold-rimmed glasses is writing furiously.
He is a very popular expert on various media platforms. Not long ago, he was invited to explain the program "Eight Leaves Institute distributes prayer wheels for free, and Narayan completely eliminates the unemployed."
And the report he is writing now can be regarded as a follow-up to that program. It mainly explains from the perspective of distributing prayer wheels that the senior officials of the Yaba Academy care about the grassroots people. By the way, he also criticizes the coalition government. Grassroots people are not human beings.
"...The distribution of prayer wheels gives every homeless person a way to receive living supplies, giving everyone the opportunity to experience the existence of psychic energy. It can also be said to be subtly cultivating psychic restraint, and this kind of The method is not like the approach of the coalition government, which will bring disaster."
Although few people use pen and paper nowadays, in the Yatsuba Academy academic circle, using pen and paper on certain documents has become a means of distinguishing one's identity from ordinary people.
The scholar's handwriting is beautiful, and even more beautiful is his pen. The price of this pen alone, even if it is second-hand, is enough for an average person to buy a three-story house in a residential area.
In the report, he gave some examples that he didn't know were true or false, and wrote down data that he couldn't remember where he heard it from.
"In the areas governed by the coalition government, a dictatorship prevails. The forced installation of psychic chips completely disregards the freedom of the people. It has even led to more than 5,000 spiritual disasters in the entire territory within a year, which has seriously affected the safety of people's property. Caused huge damage.”
"On the other hand, our Bayeyuan has not had any spiritual disasters for fifty years..."
When writing this, the scholar's pen stopped for a moment, feeling that it was a bit cliché.
There have been no spiritual disasters in the Eight Leaves Academy for fifty years. I don’t know how many of his colleagues have boasted about this matter. It is estimated that many people have heard it with their ears.
The scholar thought for a while and continued writing.
Although it is a cliché, it is a fact. The whole report must be somewhat true, and this section is considered true.
"There have been no spiritual disasters in the past fifty years. What kind of great achievement is this? Even the most prosperous era of human civilization before the cataclysm could not compare with our Eight Leaves..."
boom! ! ! !
Rolling thunder sounded in the sky, and the lights in the mansion flickered with varying intensity.
The scholar raised his head in confusion, and the light illuminated his expression.
The security system of his house is of the highest quality. Let alone a thunderstorm, even if the entire house is placed in a high mountain thunderstorm area, the signal lights, water and electricity supply will not be affected.
He stood up and was about to ask the smart butler to check it out when a loud noise suddenly made him fall back on his chair.
It seemed to be a thunder, but he had never heard such a thrilling thunder in his life.
The scholar looked up blankly, and suddenly became extremely panicked.
There was obviously a ceiling barrier, but something rushing in the clouds fell into his eyes and was imprinted on his brain.
That is a fragment of a vast message, the tip of the iceberg, a drop in the ocean of endless complaints and depression.
But it made him seem to be pointed at by thousands of people. He was all trembling, his brain was heating up, his body twitched a few times, and then he collapsed, tears streaming down his face, and meaningless syllables coming out of his mouth.
"Eight...eight leaves...honor...Buddhism..."
"No, no, it's for...money..."
I don't mean it, I didn't do it, it has nothing to do with me, don't look for me, I'm just doing it for money.
The hanging statue of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva in the study looked at him quietly.
That night, under the Eight Leaves Ruler, thousands or tens of thousands of people similar to this short-bearded scholar in various major provinces were stunned, sick, or crazy in the sudden panic.
The obscure light in the sky, the huge light, is still flowing and falling.
Three faces, six arms, and a graceful figure, like a precursor to dancing.
His body does not seem to be real yet, with indigo skin, towering into the clouds, his head is close to the sky, and his feet are close to the ground. A hundred-story tall building is like a pile of sand at his feet.
The entire Naluoyan was under the radiance of that figure.
It's late at night.
The sky was as bright as day.
Nichiren Yukikai escaped from the sword light and admired the beautiful scenery he had started preparing fifty years ago.
This is the Eight Leaves Courtyard, a disaster-free place for fifty years.
here it is--
Spiritual disaster·Bo Xun! !
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