"Monk?" Xu Zimo said with a smile: "If you don't burn incense and worship Buddha in the temple, what are you doing in this colorful world?"
"Monk, I am a flower monk myself, what's wrong with that," said the monk Huijue with a smile.
"Little brother, you should take care of the things in front of you first."
Xu Zimo looked up at Yue Shan and said with a smile: "If you beat the young one, will you come to the old one?"
"I won't embarrass you. Master Huijue and I each use a move. If you can catch it and survive, I will let you go," Yue Shan said calmly.
"Little brother, I just joined in the fun and wanted to see how the younger generation is doing. I don't have any ill intentions," monk Huijue explained with a smile.
"Your Changhe Immortal Sect is really not that good. Fortunately, I saved one of your core elders before," Xu Zimo shook his head and said.
"By the way, I'd like to remind you, you'd better use all your strength, otherwise I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."
"Crazy enough," Yue Shan snorted coldly.
At this moment, the power of the Divine Vein Realm surged down from his body.
His whole body was like a high mountain, he couldn't stop looking up.
Xu Zimo could see that the other party seemed to have just broken through the divine vein realm and was now at the first level of the divine vein realm.
However, because the opponent's training seems to be very deep, the foundation is now considered solid.
He landed a palm that looked like an ordinary palm.
But in Xu Zimo's eyes, this palm seemed to be no longer a hand, but a complete mountain.
The power of the mountains is unmatched, majestic and steadfast.
Move thousands of mountains, the mountains and rivers all have spirits.
The spirit is immortal, the mountains are high and the sunset is as old as ever.
As the palm fell, Ba Ying in Xu Zimo's hand also unsheathed.
The shocking sword intention burst out from the scimitar. The sword intention was rising and condensing, and the scimitar was like a sea, gathering into a torrent in the sky.
"This is," Monk Huijue looked at this momentum in surprise.
Xu Zimo was seen slowly waving the long knife in his hand. At this moment, when the knife fell, the entire space collapsed.
I see the scimitar with its sharp edge exposed, and I guess that's how I should see the scimitar.
At this moment, the scimitar "rumbling" carried the supreme power of the sword straight into the sky.
The mountain that Yueshan's palm suppressed collapsed instantly, and there was only a "boom" sound.
The mountain was broken. It seemed that it was not the mountain that was broken, but his hand.
It seems that only that sword is left in the world, and everything seems to have become a mirror between the mountains and rivers in front of the sword.
Yue Shan looked at his right hand blankly. It was dripping with blood and covered with dense knife marks. The whole hand was almost useless.
When he used spiritual energy to treat the knife wound, he discovered that there was still a knife intention inside that was constantly destroying his palm.
"Who are you looking down on?" Xu Zimo looked at Yue Shan and said lightly.
"You are in the divine vein realm," Yue Shan looked at Xu Zimo solemnly and asked.
"You're not worthy yet. It's not enough to let the ancestor of your Changhe Immortal Sect come," Xu Zimo said lightly.
Then he looked at Monk Huijue and asked, "Master, are you coming?"
"Now that I've said it, monks won't lie, so I'll naturally give it a try," Monk Huijue said with a wry smile.
"I knew it would be no good to join in the fun. Sure enough, my Buddha is right. There is no trouble in the world. All happiness and suffering are brought about by oneself."
"The great monk is lamenting about life again," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Be careful," Yue Shan reminded from the side.
Then I saw Monk Huijue shaking his head and sighing, clasping his hands together and looking solemnly ahead.
"I am Buddha, I am suffering and happiness."
Solemn words came out of Monk Huijue's mouth, and then his figure began to change.
It actually evolved into the appearance of a Buddha.
The Buddha seemed to have various expressions. He was always smiling and frowning.
"Donor, are you willing to put down the butcher knife?" the Buddha statue asked with a strange tone in his voice.
"The great monk is deceiving people again," Xu Zimo smiled, and with the machete in his hand, he killed again.
"All living beings are suffering in the ocean," Monk Huijue recited softly like a chant.
I saw that the entire sky was blocked, and a black sea of bitterness spread from one end of the sky.
In this sea of suffering, the various states of all sentient beings are reflected.
Thousands of people, thousands of appearances.
The sea of suffering surrounded Xu Zimo, and then darkness came.
Some were bitter, some were laughing, some were angry, some were sad, and they all came towards Xu Zimo like crazy.
Xu Zimo swung his knife, and the shadow passed through the bodies of these people.
Only then did he realize that the scene in front of him was all a divine attack, not a real thing.
"In this world, I have never encountered a soul attack that can break through my Jiuzhou Palace Body."
Xu Zimo chuckled lightly.
When all these people came to kill Xu Zimo, they saw the Howling Sun Wolf in the first palace of the nine palaces stepping forward.
With the aura of ancient times, a fierce spirit blocked the front, and anyone who came in would be devoured and torn to pieces.
Seeing this scene, Master Huijue's eyes narrowed, and his Buddha's eyes widened, turning mountains and seas.
In this sea of suffering for all sentient beings, Master Huijue chanted Buddhist scriptures softly, and then shouted sharply.
"All living beings become Buddhas."
I saw these crazy people rushing towards Xu Zimo suddenly stopped, and they all stood there with peaceful faces.
With their hands clasped together, golden light flourished all over their bodies, and each of them turned into a Buddha.
When all these people turned into Buddha statues, their speed, strength and attack power were all increased.
The densely packed Buddha statues rushed over like a torrent with overwhelming force.
The Howling Sun Wolf gradually became exhausted, and finally, the first Buddha statue broke through the defense of the first grid of the Nine Palaces.
The door to the second grid of the Nine Palaces was opened, and a divine beast was still guarded inside.
At first glance, this mythical beast looks like a roc. Its whole body is covered with gold, and its wings can be spread thousands of miles wide.
This second palace grid is the water area, and the roc is flying high above the water.
But if you look closely, you will find that it is Kunpeng, which feeds on dragons.
Dive into the blue sea, swim in the current, sink your gills in the Bohai Sea, and drift under the wind and waves.
They brush their feathers, drink and peck as much as they want, and spread their wings between heaven and earth, stretching their necks to the banks of the rivers and seas.
It turns into feathers and hangs down to the sky, blows ninety thousand winds, shakes its scales across the sea, and hits three thousand water.
When this golden-winged Kunpeng appeared in the sea, its body was so huge that it was almost unimaginable.
The two claws skimmed across the sea, a "rumbling" explosion sounded, and a tornado hung over the entire sea.
After the Buddha statues arrived, they all entered the water and prepared to cross the river to break through this layer.
Just hearing Kunpeng's scream, he traveled through the endless void, and the sea roared and boiled.
A pair of wings fell, sharp feathers fell between the sky and the earth, and hundreds of Buddha statues were completely destroyed.
"What exactly is this palace of souls?" Monk Huijue shouted in horror.
Before he could react, the golden-winged Kunpeng turned into a stream of light and headed towards him.
