Chapter 984 Like Bo Xun

The endless sharp edge remained in Hong Yi's thoughts, killing Hong Yi's thoughts that were constantly recovering. Every time he transformed into the Tathagata Dharmakaya again, he was exploded by the sword light that erupted again. Hong Yi's thoughts were constantly reborn and restored. After being continuously slashed and exploded, I don't know how much time has passed. Hong Yi's thoughts have dimmed. His thoughts have shrunk by eighty or ninety percent. Only then can he reluctantly remove the memory related to the sword light from his thoughts and form There was a Tathagata Dharmakaya that was only six or seven feet tall. The light on the Dharmakaya was also very dim and full of cracks, like the golden body in an ancient temple that had been in disrepair for a long time and was about to be broken.

The Great Zen Temple's "Past Amitabha Sutra" is best at restoring thoughts. Hong Yi has not been defeated by others in the past. With the magical power of "Past Amitabha Sutra" to heal injuries and restore thoughts, he can always turn defeat into victory, but this time This time, it was completely different. Hong Yi could feel that even though he had the "Past Amitabha Sutra", his thoughts were almost wiped out, he almost died, and he could never recover. His thoughts were weak, like a long-term illness. , dare not move rashly.

Yang Qian retracted his palm and just looked down at Hong Yi indifferently, with the movement of heaven in his eyes, and the vicissitudes of the vast road, which deeply stayed in Hong Yi's heart.

Hong Yi's thoughts flew out of the human immortal clone and merged with Tathagata's body. He barely maintained the body and penetrated into the body of the champion Hou Yang'an. His face was extremely ugly and he looked at the human immortal lying on the ground with reluctance. The clone's body is clearly in pain.

Yang Qian's hand knife directly destroyed the body of the stone-born human immortal. All the acupoints in his body were destroyed, and he no longer had the cultivation strength of the human immortal. Even because he was too severely injured and his organs were damaged, Lian Wu was afraid that The cultivation level of a saint cannot be reached anymore. It can be said that Hong Yi no longer has the strength of a human immortal, and the loss is huge.

The indifference and indifference towards Hong Yi in Yang Qian's eyes deeply hurt Hong Yi's arrogant mentality. Originally, it was a great joy for him to defeat the champion Hou Yang An today. Hong Yi was proficient in deduction and even vaguely aware of his own anger. Luck has greatly increased, but now when he is most satisfied with his ambition, he meets Yang Qian and is defeated miserably. Luck is unstable. He has gained more luck from the champion Hou Yang An, but he may have lost most of his immortal body. It was also destroyed, which can be said to have made Hong Yi hate Yang Qian beyond measure.

It's just that no matter how much Hong Yi hated the Jade Prince Yang Qian in front of him, he had to endure the humiliation and choose to live an ignoble life again.

Hong Yi surrendered and bowed his head again. The frustration in his heart was indescribable. Frustration, depression and even despair came to his heart one after another. How could he be bright when he was born in a good place.

The Jade Prince Yang Qian was simply his nemesis. Every time he was at his most prosperous and satisfied, he would appear and suppress his edge, leaving a deep shadow on him. No matter how hard it is, it will be difficult to resolve it. The hatred in Hong Yi's heart is overwhelming and endless, but life and death are in the hands of others. He does not dare to resist Yang Qian again. He nods helplessly and admits defeat. His voice is as quiet as a mosquito or a fly and cannot be heard.

"I will bear in mind Prince Jade's warning and never let any danger appear on the border. Yunmeng's army will not take a step forward!"

Yang Qian looked at Hong Yi who had his eyes closed tightly, and said this with the body of champion Hou Yang An. He nodded slightly and ignored whether Hong Yi would resent him even more. He took a step forward and disappeared. In the void.

Hong Yi's control champion Hou Yang'an looked at the body of the dying stone human immortal on the ground. After carefully sensing the tearing and weakness coming from his thoughts, Hong Yi looked at the empty body. Void, whose eyes could no longer hide the hatred, were extremely vicious, and had a twisted and ferocious face. It was more terrifying than the champion Hou Yang An's expression before his death, and more like a heavenly demon than a heavenly demon.

It is said that Buddha Sakyamuni once meditated under the Bodhi tree for seven days, and fully realized the true meaning of life: "All living beings reincarnate in the five paths, there is no reality, and pain and joy arise everywhere." He attained the supreme path as the most perfect enlightenment. At that time, Bo Xun, the demon king of the sixth heaven, came to block the way, but was subdued by Sakyamuni with the Demon Subduing Seal.

The Sixth Heavenly Demon King or the Sixth Brahma God, the Heavenly Demon Lord, and the Self-transformation God Bo Xun mean obstacles and destruction. God, who is the sixth level of heaven in the heaven of other transformations and freedoms, takes the sensual pleasures of the world as his own pleasure, so he does not want practitioners to renounce sensual pleasures. He often destroys Buddhism and Dharma in the human world, obstructs practitioners, and makes people Indulge in sensual pleasures.

Today's Hong Yi is comparable to Bo Xun, the Lord of Heavenly Demons. His heart is full of resentment and hatred, his mind is twisted and ugly, and he is full of ferocious terror. He no longer has the wisdom and prajna that he had after practicing the three sutras of the past, present, and future of the Great Zen Temple. By mistake, he has entered the heretic path and become a demon yaksha.

"Yang Qian, one day, I will definitely peel off your skin, crush your bones and raise ashes to satisfy the hatred in my heart!"

The sound was shrill and terrifying, like the voice of evil ghost Shura calling for life, echoing in the void and unwilling to dissipate for a long time.

Yang Ganruo sensed this and looked back at Hong Yi's position with disdain. If he hadn't been on the frontier and needed people to guard against Yunmeng's army, he wouldn't have let Hong Yi take over the champion Hou Yang'an's job so easily. power. As for Hong Yi's resentment and hatred, he didn't care, it was just the barking of a defeated dog and bluff.

In the spring of the sixty-third year of the Daqian Dynasty, the jade capital city was in full bloom and full of tourists. There are flowers everywhere, green grass, long embankments by the river, and smoked willows all over the imperial capital. Many dignitaries and scholars also took advantage of the spring scenery to go out for an outing. The poor people, large and small, also took this opportunity to start small businesses and earn some small money to support their families. Everything was in a prosperous and harmonious atmosphere. It was much more prosperous than the spring of 60 years ago.

There is no other reason. The main reason is that in the winter, there was a great battle in the Western Regions. Millions of enemies were wiped out. Hong Yi, the champion, and Yang Tuo, the mighty king, sacrificed prisoners at the Wumen Gate. This created the true atmosphere of Tianzhou in the Middle Earth, and truly established the cauldron in one fell swoop, allowing other countries to Understand what the central kingdom of the world is called.

However, the Daqian court did not have much glory and fame. Almost all of this momentum and reputation was taken up by Hong Yi. A few months have passed, but instead of cooling down, the matter has become more and more popular, spread more and more widely, and spread more and more magically. It has gradually become a household name, and even in the most peripheral states and provinces of Tianzhou, the people of the county and the storyteller , even the cultivators hiding in some secret caves, and the Confucian sages who were studying and revising in secret at home, all knew about Hong Yi, a sub-sage born every eight hundred years.

In the past few years, Hong Yi has undergone tremendous changes, and his cultivation has already reached the peak of the Sixth Tribulation Ghost Immortal. However, due to the seventh level of thunder tribulation, there will be a period of weakness, which suppresses the realm. In the constant fighting and fighting, he accumulated wisdom and tempered his mind, and his martial arts reached the peak of human immortality. He can be said to be a true master, almost less than Meng Shenji.