Chapter 2684 The Buddhist formation is destroyed and the red plum blossoms

The practitioners in Lanke Temple knelt on the ground, covering their ears, feeling extremely painful. Some people with weaker realms could not bear the impact and vomited desperately.

The monks in yellow were hit more directly, and blood even began to ooze from the corners of their eyes. They still kept chanting and singing sutras, and their voices became extremely hoarse, even more like crying.

Qinian raised his arm with a calm expression and flicked out a finger. A line of pure Buddha nature flew away through the air and landed on an ancient bell next to the plum tree in a side hall of the central temple. The bell rang again.

Seventeen ancient bells buzzed again, and the stone statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain shed more light of Buddha.

Being illuminated by the Buddha's light, the yellow-robed monks on the stone platform woke up one after another. They didn't bother to wipe the blood on their faces, sat down on the scattered lotus seats again, and then closed their eyes and observed the Zen mind. No matter how the ground shook or how the facial features bleed, No matter how painful my body is, I still continue to chant the Fudo Myoyo Sutra.

"The chant says: Just like a person holding an oil bowl, he will never move and never abandon it."

"The chant says: My mind is as wonderful and wise as the sea, I concentrate on the oil vessel."

"Psalm: If you have ambition, don't let it go. Be calm and self-controlled."

The monk's clothes are fluttering and the sound of Buddhist scriptures is heard.

The monks in yellow clothes kept chanting scriptures, and their voices gradually merged into one place, appearing extremely loud and bright. A pious belief in martyrdom gradually spread in the temple.

Under the constant impact of the outside world, the Buddha's Light Formation was about to collapse. Accompanied by these solemn and grand chants, the Buddha's Light flourished and the Buddha's Light continued to pour into it. It sustained itself dangerously and gradually became stable.

In front of Lanke Temple, dozens of monks fell to the ground, looking at a scholar at the foot of the stone steps with horror on their faces. This scholar was wearing a worn-out cotton-padded jacket, with a volume of books stuck in his waist and a wooden scoop tied around his waist. He was covered in dust, but he looked so clean, both physically and mentally.

The scholar lowered his head slightly, and you could faintly see that his face was a little pale, and blood stains gradually appeared on his body. There were many tears in the old cotton-padded jacket, and cotton sprouted from the openings.

The scholar has not moved since he appeared in front of Lanke Temple. He stands quietly under the stone steps, maintaining the same posture. Only when the autumn wind occasionally blows his clothes and brings up the afterimages, he It turned out that he had been moving, but he moved too fast, so fast that no one could see it.

Countless white lotuses bloomed on the Buddha's Light Formation. Each lotus was a collision between the scholar and the entire Buddhist sect. With countless collisions in an instant, the ancient temple became more and more shaken and uneasy, and seemed to collapse. The dust on the scholar's body became less and less, and he looked cleaner and cleaner.

The sound of chanting scriptures echoed in the courtyard of Lankeyhou Temple. The monks in yellow clothes on the stone terrace were covered in blood, but they were compassionate and solemn. Their voices were already hoarse, almost like crying, but solemn and vast.

The Buddha's Light Formation was still struggling to hold on under the almost miraculous high-speed and intensive impact of the Academy Master.

Qi Nian looked in the direction of the temple gate at the foot of the mountain, his eyes resolute and solemn, but the expression on his face became calmer and calmer. He knew that his plan was about to succeed, and the human world could finally escape the fate of destruction. The daughter of Pluto will surely die today. Dying in Lanke Temple can no longer be the coordinate for Pluto's arrival.

Although he couldn't see the scene outside Lanke Temple, Ning Que knew that Li Manmanian must have tried his best. He just watched more and more Buddha's light seeping down from the increasingly thin big black umbrella, and looked at Huai Mianman. Seeing the dying figure of Sangsang inside, he could not help but feel anxious and even really despaired.

If Li Manman still cannot break through the Buddha's light formation in Lanke Temple when the Big Black Umbrella is destroyed, then the next moment, Sang Sang will be purified into a line of blue smoke by the endless Buddha's light.

The big black umbrella that Sang Sang regards as life is Pluto's ultimate weapon. Although it looks like a very ordinary black umbrella, it can withstand any form of attack and has very powerful defense capabilities. Its appearance is for Protecting Sang Sang from harm in the human world is Haotian, the king of Hades, who tore apart the treasure that was transformed into a corner of Yong Ye.

Sang Sang was rescued by Ning Que under this black umbrella, so wherever Sang Sang appears, there will be this black umbrella. Sang Sang's fate is closely connected with this big black umbrella. In Big Black With the help of the umbrella, Sang Sang and Ning Que escaped one danger after another.

Ning Que never knew how to write about despair, if it was just him who was in danger. Then he can face it calmly, but if it is the little maid Sang Sang who is in danger of death, he cannot help but despair, because Sang Sang is dead and he is still alive, that is the real pain.

At this moment, the three temples in front, middle and back of Lanke Temple were shaken and restless. Countless plum trees suddenly shattered, countless Taoist temple walls shattered into rubble, seventeen ancient bells became mute, and the Buddha's Light Formation broke!

Someone broke into the temple gate. Wherever they passed, monks were constantly knocked into the air. More than a dozen practitioners sprayed blood and flew dozens of feet away. Several stone Buddha statues were also knocked into the sky.

The people in front of the back temple could not see the specific scene at the bottom of the mountain. They could only see a column of billowing smoke, roaring towards this side. Everything in front of the smoke was blown away. Qinian's eyes suddenly flashed. A touch of surprise.

In addition to Ning Que, Sang Sang, the monks of Lanke Temple, Zhi Shou Guan Xing Ye Su, and the descendant of the Demon Sect Tang, all of them had extremely solemn expressions at this time. They raised their heads and looked at There was a flame burning in the depths of the eyes of that smoke and dust, with a fierce fighting spirit. Even the great gentleman of the academy could not break this Buddha's light formation. Who is coming?

Just now, Jun Mo arrived in front of Lanke Temple. He was covered in dust, more dust than Li Manchuan's tattered cotton-padded jacket, but the tall ancient crown on his head was still straight without any deviation.

Jun Mo let out a clear whistle, and the autumn trees outside Lanke Temple trembled, and green leaves fell. On the tile mountain, red leaves fell all over the mountain. He pointed it as a sword, pierced into the Buddha's light, and let out a clear drink. The black man under the high crown Hair, blown back by the strong wind, dancing wildly!

Jun Mo's sword finger moved hard and unstoppably inside the Buddha's light shield, tearing a very small hole. Li slowly saw this, his eyes lit up, and the distanceless realm was activated. There was no one in front of the stone steps of Lanke Temple. His figure.

In the blink of an eye, Li slowly entered the temple and came to the seventeen Buddhist temples. His figure appeared in these seventeen Buddhist temples almost at the same time, under the eaves, in the room, in front of the corridor, and beside the plum trees. Slowly breaking through seventeen ancient bells, the Buddha's Light Formation was broken!

Jun Mo stepped on the stone steps and walked towards Lanke Temple. His right foot landed on the stone steps. The stone steps shattered. His tall figure fell on the temple door. The temple door shattered. When his eyes fell on The stone wall behind the door was shattered.

Jun Mo chose to take the straightest road, the most upright road, because it was the shortest road. After entering the ancient temple, Jun Mo did not take the gentle but slanted stone steps, nor bypassed the winding rain corridor. He went straight to the back temple. Go.

No matter whether it was a temple gate, a stone wall, or a solemn Buddhist temple, it could not block Jun Mo's path. Along the way, walls collapsed, bricks and stones were scattered everywhere, and he was forced to walk out of a new path. the way.

The autumn wind could not move the immovable ancient crown, but caused his black hair to flutter back like an arrow. In front of him, even the stone Buddha statues, which were as heavy as a thousand pieces, were blown away, let alone the human beings. .

Jun Mo walked very fast. Along the way, those practitioners who tried to block his way were knocked into the air. Some hung on the branches of autumn branches and howled miserably, while others fell heavily on the bluestone ground and made no sound anymore. The masonry, wood, beams and gravel mixed with the figure kept falling apart, forming a terrifying line of smoke behind him.

Looking at the smoke that was quickly approaching the rear temple, Qi Nian looked slightly stern, guessing who the visitor was from the faint breath coming out of the smoke. Now that the Buddha's Light Formation is broken, no one in the front temple can stop or even slightly delay the opponent's footsteps, and the person he is most wary of should arrive faster than the smoke.

Qi Nian's face showed a look of determination. The monk's robes on his body floated up, and a circle of light expanded into the air around his body. It completely followed the shape of his body and looked like a larger Qi Nian.

This Dharma Body outside the body is exactly the same as Qi Nian's body, except that it is larger. The only difference is the face. The Dharma Body's face is not as calm and resolute as Qi Nian's. Instead, it is filled with anger, eyebrows raised like swords, and thunder in its eyes. No evil spirit in the world dares to look at it. The dharma body of King Fudo is fully revealed!

The seven thoughts in the Buddha's Light Dharma Body, put your hands together and chant the mantra silently. The Fudo Ming King Dharmakaya, which is as high as a Buddhist temple, was summoned by the mantra, raised his right palm, and suddenly slapped Ning Que and Sangsang under the black umbrella. The force was as fierce as a mountain falling, like the sky falling. This is The perfect combination of Buddhist mantra and dharma body mudra, this is the real Buddhist mantra and mudra!

With a soft sound, the wooden sword behind Ye Su was also unsheathed, turning into an unconscious stream of light that had no intention of life or death, and pierced Sangsang in the carriage under the black umbrella!

"Tianxiaxi Divine Finger!"

Ning Que stretched out the index finger of his right hand and pierced Qiu Yu. Following this point, his face suddenly turned pale, and his cheeks seemed to have become much thinner in an instant.

Listening to the five words Tianxiaxi Divine Finger, Qi Nian's expression changed slightly. Tianxiaxi Divine Finger is the secret of Zhi Shou Guan and not passing it on. Why does Ning Que know this unique skill? Could it be that Chen Pipi secretly taught it to Ning Que.

Ye Su looked unmoved. He knew that Chen Pipi would never teach Ning Que about the world's stream god, but he still pointed his sword firmly at Sangsang in the carriage!

It is true that Ning Que didn't know the Tianxiaxi Divine Finger, but his finger still pointed into the autumn rain, and from left to right, he drew two seemingly simple and ordinary straight lines. The black uniform on his body turned into countless rags and fell. He cast a rune. This rune was too powerful, so powerful that he could not control it.

This is the talisman that Ning Que understood after he advanced to the realm of knowing destiny and became a talisman master. This talisman follows the path of cutting, with unparalleled sharpness and cutting everything.

Ning Que's fingers traced through the autumn rain, and a powerful and terrifying talisman lay across the void. Two invisible sharp edges were looming in the rain. Like an iron cable across a river, like an extremely sharp sword.

The seemingly indestructible King Fudo Ming's Dharmakaya had two extremely deep black lines on his chest. There were two straight wounds on Qi Nian's chest and abdomen, with blood flowing across them. There were also more wounds on the wooden sword that was stabbed. There were two deep white marks.

Before the sharp edge released by this magical talisman, all those who enter will be broken and will be injured in pairs. Master Yanse's most powerful natal talisman is the hash mark. Ning Que only learned half of what his master learned, so his natal talisman is called the second character.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but in fact, it had only been two breaths at most since the Buddha's Light Formation was broken. The earliest autumn rain had not yet fallen to the ground. Ning Que blocked an attack by Qin Nian and Ye Su. , seeing Jun Mo and Li slowly arriving, Ning Que and Sang Sang were about to escape.

At this moment, a sword flew from the sky, and there were clouds above the Washan Mountain. The sword broke through the clouds, carrying cloud threads about several miles long, and pierced the ground.

The speed of the sword was so fast that the main body could not be seen at all, only a stream of light could be seen. However, it seemed that it did not bother to hide its momentum, so people on the ground knew clearly that it was a sword.

Lanke Temple was shrouded in the autumn rain. The sword passed through the rain, completely ignoring the Qinian people in the courtyard. It did not pause because of the smoke that was approaching at high speed, and stabbed straight into the carriage behind Ning Que. little maid.

There were still two characters of terrifying talismanic sharpness left in the void, but the sword didn't care. It seemed to be extremely familiar with the talismans of Yan Se's lineage, and it passed by with ease and pierced Sangsang.

Ning Que's sea of ​​​​consciousness felt a stinging pain. Sangsang opened his eyes, his face turned pale, and it seemed that this was the end.

Incomparable domineering is not enough to describe the momentum of this sword coming from the sky. This sword, or more accurately, the owner of this sword, gives people a strong feeling, because if he wants to do something, he can do it. He will definitely be able to do it, be firm and domineering, and unstoppable.

Everyone in Lanke Temple looked at the extraterrestrial sword in shock. They chanted the Buddha's name silently with seven thoughts. Ye Su raised his eyebrows slightly and Tang's face darkened. They all guessed the origin of this flying sword. Facing the arrival of the daughter of Pluto, , even the most powerful man in the world can no longer remain silent.

At the most tense moment of the battle between the academy and the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonology, the only person who could intervene so forcefully was naturally the most powerful man in the world who was in seclusion in the Jiangge of the Southern Jin Dynasty: Sword Saint Liu Bai.

Sword Saint Liu Bai's sword is naturally the most powerful sword in the world. Now that he wants to kill people, the daughter of Hades has no mercy. She silently chanted the Buddha's name with seven thoughts and slowly lowered her head.

In the front yard of the academy, Zhao Wuhao stood under a pine tree, looked into the void, and saw the sword from the sky that broke the clouds. There was a trace of dissatisfaction on his handsome and heroic face. He frowned slightly, snorted, and stretched out his hand. With a move, a paper umbrella fell into his hand and was thrown in the direction of Lanke Temple.

"How brave! Jiange actually dares to intervene in the battle between the academy and the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon?!"

Just when the flying sword from the sky was about to stab Sangsang and Ning Que to death, a cicada chirped, and a figure hidden in the darkness was about to take action, but suddenly stopped.

There was an oil-paper umbrella falling from the sky. No one knew how it appeared. The oil-paper umbrella unfolded slowly, like a red plum blooming. It was so delicate and beautiful, with proud snow and frost, that it stood directly in front of the flying sword from the sky.

A surprising scene appeared. It cut everything. The unparalleled sword could not pierce the oil-paper umbrella. All the sharp edges were blocked outside the umbrella. The sword tip was raised suddenly, and then it clung to the red plum oil-paper umbrella. , suddenly flew upwards, wiped off a few yellow tiles of the Buddhist temple with a hiss, faced the autumn rain, submerged into the clouds, and disappeared!

The swords came and went in such a hurry that there was silence in Lanke Temple. No one expected that Liu Bai's strongest sword would be blocked by an oil-paper umbrella and return in vain.

Now that the Flying Sword from Beyond the Sky has left, the Red Plum Paper Umbrella naturally no longer stays. It also flashes into the void and returns to the academy outside Chang'an City.

In the Southern Jin Sword Pavilion, a black and white building, in an independent small world, Liu Bai sat in front of Bitan, his expression changed dramatically, he reached out to catch the flying sword coming back from the sky, and an extremely powerful aura passed through the sword body, It went straight into his body.

Even though Liu Bai immediately gathered his mind power to block it, the aura was still as powerful as breaking through his body and wreaking havoc. Flesh and flesh were torn, bones were broken, his mouth opened, and a blood arrow spurted out. Seeing this aura Just when it was about to penetrate into his heart, it suddenly dissipated.

A wry smile appeared on Liu Bai's face, and he looked down at the fish in the blue pool, scrambling to jump out of the water, swallowing the essence and blood, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"He has such a domineering aura and loves to defend his shortcomings. This is the second time I almost died in his hands!"

"He was still merciful this time, but only once, not three times. He will definitely not be merciful next time!"

"It's just that I don't understand. If he wanted to protect the daughter of Pluto, how could it end up in this situation? Could it be that the invasion of the underworld still doesn't make him feel compassionate? If Pluto comes, then the world will be Into destruction!”

The gate of Lankehou Temple exploded at this moment, and a high crown emerged from the smoke. Jun Mo was covered in dust and holding an iron sword. His sword was different from the swords of all swordsmen in the world. The sword body Extremely wide, unimaginably wide. It doesn't look like a sword at all, but more like a square piece of iron.

Such a square piece of iron is extremely conspicuous and difficult for everyone to see. Jun Mo's sword was meant to be seen by everyone.

Ye Su looked at Jun Mo quietly. The rain hit the sword surface, gradually washing away the two white marks left by the character Ning Que. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he drew the sword brazenly.

With a clang, Jun Mo's sword heart was awe-inspiring, his sword intent soared into the sky, and he also drew his sword against Zhi Shou Guan's world-walking Ye Su.

Ye Su's sword is traceless, silent, heartless and unconscious. Walking in the autumn rain, it seems to have become a real autumn rain, which can moisturize things silently, but has no mercy for life.

Jun Mo's sword was opened and closed, following a straight line in the rain. Every time it reached the end, it suddenly turned back, but it still followed a straight line.

Ye Su's Dao sword is like the thinnest cold wind and the tiniest autumn rain, which can penetrate everything in the world. Jun Mo's iron sword was extremely square and could not be penetrated by wind or rain.

In a very short moment, the wooden sword and the iron sword collided countless times in the rain, and it seemed that not a single collision happened. Qiu Yu was forced by these two powerful swords to fly everywhere, like marbles. Holes were left on the ground, and the bodies of countless monks were shot through, causing screams and wailing, and blood flowing.

Suddenly, Jun Mo looked slightly stern and turned around without hesitation and rushed towards the Buddhist temple! At this time, Ye Su's wooden sword was flying unparalleled in the autumn rain, and suddenly came three feet behind him.

Jun Mo looked at Qin Nian in the Buddhist temple, his face turned pale, and he waved his wide sleeves behind him. The square and wide iron sword began to draw straight lines in an extremely simple way. It was straighter, harder, and more powerful!

In the rain clouds over Lanke Temple, there was gradually a bright accumulation, lightning fell, and thunder roared loudly. The wooden sword that passed through the autumn rain seemed to have been struck by thunder and lightning, with a slight luster, and continued to stab Jun Mo with the force of wind and thunder!