Chapter 2453 Virtue: The devil is cunning and will never put down his butcher knife!

These three hundred wolf cavalry have all been tempered by Duoercha's secret method. They are extremely powerful and can hold up heavy armor of hundred-refined stainless steel. They also have no pain and fear, so they naturally become murderous weapons on the battlefield. But they It is not invincible, and has the fatal flaw of being slow.

Therefore, Doercha invented a battle formation composed of three or five people to make up for this problem with mutual strength. The effect was very good. Many famous Qinggong masters were surrounded by the wolf cavalry battle formation and their bodies were cut into pieces with swords.

"Enter the Shaolin area, hold on until the last moment, do not leave the actual Shaolin area, hide in the mountains, and enter the temple as soon as possible."

A line of text appeared on the road to the mountain gate again. Jiang Zhiwei and others glanced at it without saying anything. At this time, their eyes were all attracted by the tall figure outside the mountain gate. Walking alone, they stopped Duoercha In front of the three hundred wolf cavalry, there was an inexplicable feeling of the wind rustling and the water cold.

Duoercha's terrifying face showed a faint fighting spirit. It was hard to find an opponent. He had been invincible for too long. Finally, he met another master who had stepped into the realm of immortality. He just wanted to have a good fight with him. Explore whether there is a new world above the realm of immortality.

"I'm very happy to have a master like you. After being lonely for so many years, I finally have a worthy opponent. It really makes my blood boil!"

Duoercha roared angrily, and swung out the one-legged bronze man held in his right hand with a hurricane. The internal and external confluences, the strong wind blew again, and the dark clouds hung low, covering half of the sky.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and the dark clouds began to drip rainwater, which hit the ground, and the ground began to become muddy.

The sky and the earth are divided into two halves. On one side, there are raging wind and clouds, lightning and heavy rain, and on the other side, the sun shines and the sky is clear and clear.

The Master of Virtue raised his right hand, with golden light on his palm, and struck towards the one-legged bronze man.

"when!"

The sound of gold and iron clashing vibrated over Shaohua Mountain. The one-legged bronze man in Duoercha's hand trembled endlessly. The two of them stepped back three steps at the same time and looked at each other. Their momentum became stronger and stronger. Their minds communicated with the power of heaven and earth, and moved toward each other. Pressing away, one moment the wind and rain will move forward, forcing back the sunshine, the next moment the golden light will shine, driving away the wind and rain, and the celestial phenomena will pull back the distance between the two.

Duoercha looked past Master Dexing and looked at the Shaolin Temple behind him, waved his hand and said coldly.

"You enter the Shaolin Temple and kill everyone!"

"Boom!"

Horse hooves shook the ground, and the three hundred wolf cavalry and the masters brought by Duoercha rushed towards the mountain gate behind Dexing. They did not dare to pass where he was, and divided into two torrents, which merged behind him and charged towards the heroes.

"Your powerful Vajra Palm is really pure. You can block my blow with your bare hands. Shaolin's unique skills are well-deserved!"

At this time, Doercha seemed to have abandoned his identity as a general and turned into a pure warrior. He was full of fighting spirit, his blood was boiling, and the true energy in his body was running wildly, reaching an unprecedented peak state.

But Duoercha defeated skill with clumsiness, and the huge one-legged bronze man kept swinging out, bringing up bursts of strong winds, blowing sand and dust, and chaos between heaven and earth. He was ferocious and unreasonable, and he performed the powerful force seriously. It's vivid, unstoppable, and invincible.

The Master of Virtue responded calmly, as if he had transformed into a Thousand-Armed Tathagata. The afterimages of his arms were all over the void. His fists, palms, fingers, and seals were constantly blasting into the void, stopping the one-legged bronze man. Gold and iron clashed, and the roaring sound continued. The sound made everyone in the distance feel pain in their eardrums and their faces looked in pain.

Master Dexing's face turned golden, and a string of Buddhist beads on his hand collapsed. One by one, the beads were popped out by his fingers. The sound of thunder shook, and the beads flew through the void like thunderbolts, igniting sparks and bombarding towards Duo'ercha. go.

Duo'ercha's ferocious face showed a solemn expression. The one-legged bronze man weighing more than a hundred kilograms seemed to be weightless in his hands. It was as light as a feather. It danced tightly and shattered each Buddhist bead. The debris flew away, leaving bottomless holes all around, which was extremely terrifying.

The Master of Virtue looked slightly condensed, sighed, clasped his hands together, the treasures were solemn, pious and firm, a Buddha's chant sounded, shaking the world, golden light appeared all over his body, and he transformed into a golden Arhat, with an illusory Buddha appearing behind him , the protection of ten thousand Buddhas, the sound of Sanskrit vibrates.

"Amitabha!"

Master Dexing took the initiative to charge forward for the first time. He was like a Buddha statue made of gold, leaving behind three-inch deep footprints. He was tyrannical and brutal, with an astonishing momentum.

"The Indestructible Body of Vajra Perfection!"

Duoercha's face was shocked. He did not expect that Master Dexing was not only superb in moves and proficient in many Shaolin stunts, but also perfected his physical body. Such a person would be invincible in the realm of immortality.

"The poor monk defeated the devil today!!"

De Xing grinned, and his fists were like two golden hammers beating drums and urns. He slammed them down. The air was exploded, making an explosion sound, and hit the one-legged bronze man hard. It suddenly shattered, and the fragments were scattered. Afterwards, countless trees and armor were torn apart, leaving a mess.

Duoercha's face turned red, and a trace of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, but he did not dare to wipe it away. He clenched his hands into fists and faced the Master of Virtue's fist.

"boom!"

With each collision, Doercha's face turned red, her body trembled, she took a step back, her feet sank deep into the ground, leaving clearly visible footprints.

"All appearances are right and wrong, and all sentient beings are not sentient beings."

These illusory Buddha statues chanted sutras in unison, suppressing the roaring thunder and covering the roaring wind, as if a pure land was created.

The Master of Virtue seemed to have transformed into a golden arhat, physically invincible, without any defense, and blindly fired out the powerful Vajra Palm, with clumsy moves and infinite strength. Duoercha's expression was solemn, his eyes were filled with blood, and his tall and burly body was gradually bending. , seems unable to withstand the attack of the master of virtue.

"Devil, this poor monk has fought with you. I will kill you today even if I have to give up my skin!"

The Master of Virtue shouted loudly, his face full of generosity and tragedy, but there was something wrong with his painting style. Duo'er was clearly suppressed by him, making him seem like he was about to die heroically. The main character was a man of great righteousness and passion!

Duoercha felt aggrieved and opened his mouth to retort, but the iron fist of the master of virtue came over, forcing him to give up talking and punched again. His body was shaken and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.

"If I don't go to hell, who will?"

The Master of Virtue was beating up Dorcha and shouting loudly at the same time. The main message was that he was compassionate and sacrificed his life to show his righteousness.

The sword in Meng Qi's hand vibrated endlessly, shocking a wolf cavalryman to death. He raised his head and looked at the master who was shouting about virtue constantly. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. You have the upper hand. You beat up your opponent and shout like this. I don't know. I thought you were in a desperate situation and would risk your life to conquer the devil!

"This monk is so unkind, he has a thick face, a dark heart and a hard body!"

Meng Qi enviously glanced at Master Dexing's indestructible body. This kind of fleshly body was invincible at the same level. Even if he stood there and let Duoercha attack, he probably wouldn't be able to break through his defense. No. To think that such a pervert would appear in the Shaolin Temple in this world would be enough to rank first on the list of people in the main world.

The sky is dark, lead clouds are hanging low, silver snakes are flashing, and the rain is heavy. Doercha's calves have sunk into the ground. The Master of Virtue's fists are like giant hammers, and they keep hitting them. Doercha is like a wooden stake, The ground sank deeper and deeper, with calves, thighs, and even the waist down.

Jiang Zhiwei swung out the sharp sword in his hand. The sword light was bright and the sword energy was sharp. It cut through the void. He moved forward without hesitation and killed Qiankun Tangshun, who was also practicing horizontal kung fu. He pulled out the sharp sword and shot out a bloody arrow. Only then did Jiang Zhiwei have time to watch. The place where Master Xiang Dexing and Doercha fight.

Jiang Zhiwei's mouth was open, her breathing was a little rapid, and there was a layer of sweat on her forehead, which was crystal clear. It could be seen that killing Tang Shun took a lot of energy from her.

"this"

Jiang Zhiwei's pretty face was full of astonishment, she couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry. When she heard Master De Xing's shouts, she thought that the Shaolin monk was at a disadvantage and was trying his best. Unexpectedly, the reality was completely different from what she had imagined. The mighty monk was facing Duoercha with a wild hammer, which almost smashed the opponent into the ground, and he had the absolute upper hand.

"Demon, there is no end to the sea of ​​suffering. Turn around and find the shore. Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately!"

The Master of Virtue shouted again, and slammed down his fists. Doercha's body sank a lot again, her face turned red, and blood flowed out of her seven orifices. Her eyesight turned black, her head buzzed, and her mind... Shock is simply unable to withstand the attack of the Master of Virtue.

"If you persist in your stubbornness, the poor monk will have no choice but to send you to hell!"

The Master of Virtue looked at Duoercha who was in a trance and unable to speak. His face was full of compassion and solemn. He pinched the thumb and middle finger of his right hand and sent out a finger force, which shot into the center of Duoercha's eyebrows, and a bright red color appeared.

The blood in Duoercha's eyes receded, her face turned pale, her mind suddenly cleared, and she spoke her last words with a depressed look.

"You should give me a chance to speak!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Duoercha's head tilted, and his breath was cut off. The Northern Barbarian general who dominated the world and was the most powerful master in the world had fallen.

The violent wind suddenly stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, the heavy rain began to subside, the golden light fell, and the sky and the earth were clear. The master of virtue stood on the earth with his hands clasped together, the golden light shone like a Buddha, with a solemn appearance, compassion in his eyes, and low-pitched sophistry. road.

"The devil is cunning and will never put down his butcher knife, so if you don't speak, what's the point?"

Jiang Zhiwei opened her ears and her hearing was astonishing. When she heard the mighty monk's words, she couldn't help but laugh like a silver bell. Her eyebrows were curved and bright and pretty.

When Meng Qi saw Duoercha's death, he became energetic and charged towards the wolf cavalry, fighting and fighting all the way. Unconsciously, he had gone deep into the mountains behind the Shaolin Temple and kept advancing along a secret path.

Meng Qi stopped in confusion, because he seemed to have reached the end of the secret passage. The mountain wall formed a semicircle, enclosing what seemed to be an open stone chamber. There was a rotten futon there, with a stone bed and a stone table.

"Is it a place where an expert lives in seclusion?"

Meng Qi secretly guessed, looked around cautiously again, and then walked over. When they got closer, the firelight reflected on the mountain wall, and Meng Qi could vaguely see a few rows of words.

"Hey, it's Sanskrit."

After all, Meng Qi was also a top student in the lecture hall and was no stranger to Sanskrit. He squinted his eyes and tried hard to identify.

"If you don't enter the mortal world, experience the sea of ​​suffering, and don't break the precepts, how can you know the true meaning of the rules, how can you break through the illusions of the world, see your own Buddha nature, and realize the wonderful existence of the vacuum?"

Meng Qi's knowledge of Sanskrit was not profound, and it was very difficult to understand the words. There was no guarantee that there would be no errors and omissions. Of course, he had already understood the general meaning.

"These words are quite mysterious!"

Meng Qi whispered to himself, and moved the torch downward to shine on the signature place.

"A...Nan...Ananda?"

Meng Qi was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth. Isn't Ananda the venerable person in front of the Buddha's throne?

Ananda's two Sanskrit pens are like dragons and snakes, and they are carved with knives and axes. There is a hint of sharpness in them, and there is also a touch of tranquility and Zen.

Meng Qi's eyes were attracted to it, and he stretched his right hand forward, trying to touch it. As soon as his palm touched it, Meng Qi felt a chill through his bones, and a sword light burst out in front of his eyes, like a real dragon entering the sea, like a tiger returning to the mountain, all kinds of obstacles , all cut off with one strike.

The light of the sword was so frightening that Meng Qi was unable to react at all. He could only watch as the light of the sword approached his body, evolved into various changes, and turned into a world of mortals. The living are suffering, the old are suffering, the sick are suffering, and the dead are suffering. The light of the sword has evolved into infinite mysteries, and finally it comes down to one sword, cutting off the shackles all over the body!

In the light, Meng Qi vaguely saw a monk. He didn't know whether he was old or young, and he couldn't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness. He could only vaguely feel the bitter look and heavy determination on his face.

The firelight dimmed, and the Sanskrit words on the mountain wall turned to dust and fluttered down. Meng Qi finally came back to his senses and looked at the scene in front of him in confusion. What happened just now? The changing light of the sword and the misery of the human world seemed to be deeply imprinted in my mind.

A line of text appeared on the ground, which was a reminder of the world of six reincarnations, which stunned Meng Qi.

"Acquire the true meaning of 'Ananda's Sword Technique of Breaking the Precepts' and understand the first pure and residual form of 'Ananda's Knife Technique of Breaking the Precepts'."

The Dharmakaya and some of the peak-level magical skills and moves in the exterior scenes are not written in words and are inherited with true meaning. However, some of the things that entrust true meaning can only be carried once, and some can be passed down for many years. From the true meaning, one can realize more and less. , whether one can realize it or not is a personal problem. Only when the cultivator completely masters these magical skills and moves can he once again leave the inheritance of the true meaning.

Outside the gate of Shaolin Mountain, Master Dexing suddenly turned his head and looked toward the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. His expression was solemn and his brows were slightly furrowed. He felt thoughtfully as he felt the intention of the sword that made all living beings suffer and cut off the world of mortals.

"Has Ananda started making plans?"

Meng Qi took a breath and continued to search the stone room to see if there was anything else. After walking half a circle around the stone chamber, Meng Qi saw something that looked like a stone door under the light of the fire. Only faint traces of it remain on the mountain wall, with familiar words carved around it.

"Don't enter this door if you are kind and kind."

Meng Qi read these words and naturally pressed his right hand on the stone door, intending to feel for any adventures. He had no intention of pushing the door open. As soon as his hand touched it, he felt waves of indescribable chills and terror. It invaded Meng Qi's mind. Corpses, rotting limbs, evil spirits and demons all appeared before his eyes. Then, a ray of fire ignited in the black air in the sky, burning everything, and pointed directly at Meng Qi.

Meng Qi's face turned pale, and he retreated quickly, leaving the stone door. What he saw in front of him slowly disappeared.

Meng Qi panted for a moment and found that a dense layer of cold sweat had formed on his back. His whole body was sore and limp, as if he had been seriously injured.

"How weird!"

Meng Qi regained his breath control and no longer dared to touch the stone door. At this time, he saw an unreachable small hole under the stone door. There seemed to be an indescribable flame burning inside, and a few small characters were written next to it.

"Kill those who have bad intentions!"

In an inaccessible corner of the back mountain, the weak and pitiful Xiao Zi now has a lively and elusive temperament on her face. Her heavenly fragrance and stunning beauty are not inferior to Jiang Zhi's in the slightest.

Xiao Zi's figure is like a ghost, like a fairy. She stretches out her slender hands, her index and middle fingers parallel to form a dagger, and leisurely points towards the white-browed evil wolf, Borhan's eyebrows.

At the same time, she opened her mouth slightly and muttered something, and suddenly there was a misty sound coming from around her, echoing endlessly in the back mountain.

"The world of mortals is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, reincarnation is endless, sorrows are endless, have mercy on our world, there is a god descending from the sky, there is no living mother, my hometown is empty!"

There was a misty voice echoing in his ears, and a jade hand touched his eyes. Borhan suddenly felt like his soul was out of body and suddenly outside the world. He knew something was wrong, and quickly changed his body shape, trying to avoid this finger, but he couldn't. The surrounding air suddenly became heavy, and the layers collapsed towards each other, as if there was a huge whirlpool hidden there, so he couldn't help but rush towards the whirlpool, as if to welcome the finger.

After Xiao Zi pointed it out, Borhan seemed to have lost his soul. He gave up resistance and dodge and took the initiative to greet him, like a wanderer who couldn't wait to return home.

Xiao Zi brushed her fingers between Borhan's eyebrows, and Baoxiang spoke solemnly, with a sound like a silver bell, clear and ethereal.

"My mother has no life, my hometown is empty!"

Something that made people's hair stand on end happened. Borhan actually showed a peaceful and joyful smile and whispered in agreement.

"My mother has no life, my hometown is empty!"

Suddenly, the body under Borhan's head suddenly swelled, and then contracted rapidly. The skin dried up, the muscles shrank, and streaks of blood condensed, gathered between the eyebrows, and poured into Xiao Zi's index and middle fingers.

The little purple-white jade-like face became more and more radiant, as if it could drip water. The whole person was full of energy, radiant, and so beautiful that it made people feel ashamed.

"My mother has no life, my hometown is empty!"

Borhan fell softly to the ground, reciting this mantra-like verse peacefully and happily, his voice getting lower and lower. This scene is so weird that it makes people feel chilly.

"I didn't expect that something went wrong last time. I had no choice but to use that item and let that idiot Xiao Zi take control of my body!"

"I, Gu Xiaosang, was actually thrown into this world of reincarnation as a newcomer!"

"I originally thought that when both Duoercha and the monk were hurt, I would take advantage and kill Duoercha to gain some good deeds and make up for the losses last time. I didn't expect that the monk was so perverted. He was even worse than the invisible sword He Jiu. Be scary!"

"I really can't understand how such a terrible person could be born in such a world? It's so unreasonable!"

Mo Xiaosang knocked on his little head, with a look of confusion on his face, and his bright and smart eyes were full of fear. The great monk named De Xing was simply a monster. There was a real dragon raised in the shallow pool. It was simply too weird. Incredible.

Gu Xiaosang is a saint of the Luo Sect in the Nine Paths of Demons. This is a sect that honors the tyrannical Wusheng Old Mother in the mythical era. It confuses the world to return to the vacuum hometown. According to the rumors released by the Luo Jiao, Gu Xiaosang is a Wusheng. The reincarnation of my mother’s generation. Gu Xiaosang opened the Eight Apertures and was listed as the fourth person on the list. She has a resounding name. She is well-known for the three times she took action, all of which were leapfrogging and killing the opponent. She used the Wushen Finger, which was extremely weird.