The surface of the third golden eye on the eyebrows of the little monk of gold and jade shone brightly, like a small sun.

When the golden light on it converged, it reflected the figure of Liu Haiyu performing sword moves.

Every subtle movement and every trace of sword qi of Liu Haiyu's killer sword move "Qinglian Qinglong" was captured by the golden eyes of the little monk of Jin Yu, and was broken down into slow motion and reflected in the mind of the little monk of Jin Yu.

"It's such a strong sword qi, and there is actually a wisp of Dao Sect origin power in it. It is worthy of the first day of the Qinglian Dojo in three hundred years. If I catch him with my bare hands, I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it......" The little monk Jin Yu used his third golden eye to carefully observe Liu Haiyu's sword path move on the opposite side, and quickly calculated countermeasures in his heart.

Since the little monk Jin Yu entered the True Lotus Shining World Conference, he has been competing with others with his bare hands, and has responded with various dazzling and colossal Buddhist methods.

But this time, it's not so easy.

Seeing that Liu Haiyu's sword path move had achieved momentum, and the sword qi was hanging in the air like a waterfall, the little monk of Jin Yu did not have the slightest panic.

The little monk raised one arm unhappily, and the wide cuffs of his white robe were as lazy and comfortable as floating clouds.

"Liu Haiyu donor, it's not the little monk who said that your murderous aura is too heavy. The little monk of Jin Yu joked and flipped his wrist slightly.

He held out a palm-sized bronze bowl in the palm of his right hand.

It's just that the surface of this bowl is rusty and rough, and there is a big hole at the bottom, which looks inferior to ordinary things.

The little monk of Jin Yu covered the hole of the bowl in front of his eyes, and saw the body of Liu Haiyu on the opposite side through the hole at the bottom of the bowl.

"It's the size of an egg, though. The little monk of Jin Yu showed a confident look, "Compared with the killing method, the little monk is better at turning fate." I wonder if this Qiankun bowl left by the Great Ancestor can still be used?"

The little monk Jinyu took the bowl in his hand and played with it, and muttered: "I remember that there is a sentence on the cover of a "Secret Book of Monk's Food" treasured by Rulai Hall, although the world is big, the bowl can be held. Probably means that the world is big and the Dharma is bigger. Little monk, I can't comprehend such a high-quality state of mind. But the little monk knows that the food that can be melted into the mouth is the one that can satisfy the stomach. This time, let the little monk use this Qiankun bowl to turn into a fateful food. ”

At this moment, Liu Haiyu's behemoth sword path move had already come to the top of the golden jade monk's head.

"Amitabha. The little monk Jinyu indifferently recited the Buddha's words.

Then he raised one hand, and the bronze bowl was thrown into the air.

The little monk of Jin Yu showed a serious look on his face, and the magic tricks in his hand were played out one after another, falling on the surface of the bronze bowl, making a jingling sound, like a torrential rain.

The surface of the bronze bowl is full of golden light, dripping and spinning, turning into a giant of ten zhang.

Without stopping for a moment, he formed a golden yang magic seal with both hands, and as soon as it flicked out, it landed on the surface of the bowl in mid-air.

While!

A bell-like sound rang out for more than a hundred miles, and the golden light in the mouth of the bowl shone brightly, like a real golden sun.

"Come into the little monk's bowl. The little monk of Jin Yu said sharply, and the magic trick in his hand changed again.

A magical scene happened.

The "Blue Lotus and Green Dragon" that Liu Haiyu sacrificed with all his might, the sword qi that flew for a day was actually sucked into the bowl in mid-air like a big river entering the sea.

Jingle bell, ding bell, ding bell......

In the bowl, there was a dense sound like hail falling.

"What? This is impossible?" Liu Haiyu, who had always been as calm as water, also showed a rare look of panic, "The power of my sword was originally a sword formation move, and it was blessed with a wisp of Dao Sect origin power that I had cultivated to obtain. What kind of divine skill can do this? Unless that bowl has the same powerful power, is it the power of the Buddha's origin?"

Half an hour later, the power of the behemoth sword array was completely absorbed by the bowl.

What remained was the silent void and the stunned Liu Haiyu.

The little monk of Jin Yu smiled slightly, and with one move, the bronze bowl spun and turned, turning into its original size and being held in the palm of his hand again.

At this moment, there was a bowl of steaming blue soup in the bowl.

The little monk did not hesitate, picked up the bowl, raised his head, and poured the blue soup into his abdomen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

There was a strange sound in the belly of the little monk of Jin Yu. Next, his seven orifices all aspired to spew blue-gray mist at the same time.

After a while, the little monk Jin Yu returned to his normal appearance, he patted his stomach with his hand, and then quipped: "Xie Liu Haiyu donor, this bowl of soup is really delicious." ”

What's even more amazing is that the essence of the sword contained in Liu Haiyu's sword power was actually comprehended by the little monk Jinyu.

The little monk of Jin Yu nodded, and muttered in his heart: "Liu Haiyu has cultivated a good sword path, if it weren't for this treasure, I really don't know how to take it." ”

Click.

There was a rustling sound from the bronze bowl in the hand of the little monk Jinyu.

He frowned, carefully examined the bowl in his hand, and found that there were two more cracks in the edge of the originally broken hole at the bottom of the bowl.

The little monk Jin Yu shook his head slightly, and muttered: "This Qiankun bowl was used by the Taishi Ancestor, but this opening is a hard injury. If not, this thing will also fly to the realm of Buddha and God with the Taishi Ancestor. ”

The little monk of Jin Yu wiped the bowl with his cuffs, and then carefully took it back into the Qiankun bag in his arms and treasured it closely.

At this moment, Liu Haiyu was already a little dumbfounded, and when he saw the golden jade monk opposite, he actually "drank" the bowl of sword qi.

"Is he a monk or a monster, he can directly devour sword qi. Liu Haiyu's brows furrowed more and more, "Could it be that this Golden Jade Holy Son is the reincarnation of gluttony, or is the bowl in his hand an immortal weapon at all?"

Liu Haiyu's mood set off ripples.

At this moment, Liu Haiyu saw the little monk of Jin Yu on the opposite side with his hands folded and walked towards him unhappily and slowly.

Liu Haiyu's eyes instinctively showed a trace of fear. This is the first time since he has grown up that he has been completely suppressed by the strength of his opponent, which is an instinct for the weak to see the strong.

"Lord Liu Haiyu, you are not going to defeat the little monk, but yourself. The little monk said loudly.

At the same time, the third golden eye between the eyebrows of the little monk lit up again, and among them was a golden Sanskrit character jumping like a golden spirit fish.

"Divine power - Heart Demon Brahma Realm!"

Liu Haiyu only saw the third golden eye of the little monk of Jin Yu shooting out an extremely dazzling golden light. The golden light converged, and the golden jade monk disappeared, but there was another Liu Haiyu.

"It's me you're going to overcome. Another Liu Haiyu said.

Liu Haiyu, as a brilliant genius in the Qinglian Dojo, has always been arrogant. In his heart, he always has one goal to surpass, and that is who he is today. And tomorrow, he wants to be a better version of himself.

This is the arrogant heart of a genius, and it is also the demon of a peerless genius.

In Liu Haiyu's state of mind, it was like smashing into a meteorite, and the ripples instantly turned into wild waves.

The deepest trace of persistence, hard work, and self-confidence in Liu Haiyu's heart has become a complete demon at this moment.

Ahh

Liu Haiyu shouted at the sky, his body surface spewed out one after another sword-like water attribute spiritual power, and the split void sneered, leaving deep dark cracks one after another.

It was only three breaths, Liu Haiyu couldn't control his soul power, and the blue Dao robe outside him was actually torn out by his own overflowing fierce pressure.

His eyes gradually turned red, and the veins on the surface of his exposed neck and the back of his hands bulged out like purple earthworms.

Even the Ruoshui Sword in his hand gradually changed from the original blue water color to a bright red color, like a blood sword.

Rampage!

Since Ruoshui Sword is Liu Haiyu's natal spirit sword, Ruoshui Sword and Liu Haiyu fell into a berserk state together.

The sword spirit "Qing Xiaoyu" on the Ruoshui Sword suddenly realized something, "Little Master of Sea Rain...... Protect your state of mind......"

Qing Xiaoyu's voice stopped abruptly, he was only a sword spirit after all, when the sword master and the spirit sword body both fell into a rage, the sword spirit could only be forced to indulge in it, and temporarily lost the ability to communicate with the sword master.

"Here, no one can replace me, my goal is to become the greatest genius in the Qinglian Dojo, there is no one. Liu Haiyu pointed at the other Liu Haiyu opposite with the tip of the Ruoshui Sword in his hand, and said sharply.

The strange thing is that the other Liu Haiyu on the other side also shouted in the sky, almost replicating every subtle movement and manic spiritual power of Liu Haiyu. It's like a person fighting with himself in the mirror.

The next moment, the two Liu Haiyu rushed towards each other and slashed at each other.

There were no sword moves, only violent slashes, and fierce sword qi collided together without discipline.

Boom, boom, boom.

The sword qi exploded, and the heavens and the earth were full of red sword qi.

The posture and momentum of the two Liu Haiyu are completely identical, and they can't tell the difference between high and low at all.

......

On the other side of the heaven and earth platform, Xu Yang, who was watching the battle from afar, couldn't help frowning when he saw this, and whispered: "Liu Haiyu lost." ”

Xicheng Feng, who was sitting on the lotus platform and watching the battle, had a complicated look in his eyes. He saw the little monk of Jin Yu standing in place, and the golden light swirled in the third golden eye. But Liu Haiyu was crazy, slashing and killing indiscriminately.

Xicheng Fengwu whispered to himself: "Liu Haiyu, who is known for his power of mind, was directly controlled by the divine power of the Golden Jade Holy Son and fell into a battle with his own inner demons. This golden and jade saint son is really not to be underestimated, and the "Qiankun Bowl" he just sacrificed is a superb Xuantian spirit treasure that is almost comparable to an immortal weapon. ”

At this moment, on a manifestation stone on the Spirit Mountain of the Zhongyuan Continent, the second place on the Xuantian Spirit Treasure ranking list, four golden fonts "Qiankun Bowl" lit up, shocking the heavens and the earth.

Heaven and earth on the platform.

After a long while, the two Liu Haiyu were already exhausted.

Liu Haiyu supported the ground with the tip of the Ruoshui Sword, knelt on one knee, and the mana in his body was almost hollowed out.

In such a state, Liu Haiyu had a trace of calmness, and in his slightly blurred vision, Liu Haiyu on the opposite side was just a mirror.

"Oh no, I've fallen for illusion. Liu Haiyu woke up and whispered.

Liu Haiyu used the tip of his sword to hold it hard, and with a bang, the water sword let out a sword groan.

Liu Haiyu straightened his waist and turned his left hand into a sword finger and slammed it on the trick on his chest. Every time a finger fell, his body trembled violently, and where the finger fell, bright red penetrated through its clothes.

When Liu Haiyu recovered from his rampage, he looked at the opposite side vigilantly.

Opposite him, there was nothing. That other Liu Haiyu is long gone.

At this moment, a voice came from behind Liu Haiyu.

"All appearances are vain. ”

Bang!

The golden jade monk reached out with one hand, and a sword finger poked at Liu Haiyu's vest, and a powerful and fiery mana penetrated Liu Haiyu's chest like a musket.

Liu Haiyu only felt that his heart was suddenly hot, and suddenly tightened, and his body was instantly sealed. He stood straight and straight, refusing to look back, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"In the second competition of the True Lotus Heavenly Realm, the Golden Jade Holy Son of the Golden Buddha Temple won, and Liu Haiyu of the Qinglian Dojo was defeated. Xichengfeng, who was watching the battle on the lotus platform, preached loudly.