Chapter 299: Hundred Swords Guanyin

In front of the pine wind is open, the moon is full of mountains, a fairy wonderland looks around no one, only a beard is like snow, but the face is ruddy, there is no old way to sit quietly under the pagoda, the left and right boys are standing, the smoke is swirling, floating like a fairy in the people, as if the clouds will go away at any time. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for the biquge.info of Aishang Novel Network

Wang Zongchao walked across a small bridge and walked along a hundred straight steps towards the pagoda on the mountain, his pace was not hurried or slow, just like the most ordinary mountaineering trip, and he was not moved by the prospect.

The mountain breeze came slowly, causing the smoke from the four pillars of the four bronze tripods to sway, revealing a pair of couplets pasted on both sides of the tower gate, which attracted Wang Zongchao's attention.

The heart is quiet and free from delusional dreams

Thoughts of nothingness and ghosts

"Oh, this link is the key to the advanced grade to invite God, think about the moment I advanced the middle grade, I feel fluttering like a fairy, straight want to become a god as a Buddha, if you can't hold it, the soul is only afraid that it has been lost in the incense will, lose its nature. Although I don't know the mystery of what the next link says, if I can really dissolve nothingness, I think I can also accommodate more faith and divine power in the sea of consciousness, and at the same time, my mind can also avoid being affected by the chaotic belief and divine power, unlike me who forcibly surrendered with my will......"

Thinking in his heart, Wang Zongchao has come to the front of Lao Dao, only to see that he has a childish face, his hair is tied on the top of his head, fixed with a star crown, and he is very neatly taken care of up and down, sitting cross-legged, and looks leisurely and calm, seeing Wang Zongchao leaving, he smiled and said: "I haven't seen such a young man with such a determined heart for a long time, even if he is a little less calm, it is not simple...... You may be seated. ”

"Dao Chang is the master of the consistent Dao?" Wang Zongchao was not pretentious, and sat down face-to-face on the futon in front of Lao Dao while asking questions. Being able to go through this series of tests and deal with it calmly, he has undoubtedly won the qualification to communicate with the other party on an equal footing, just because the key to inviting God is to look at the nature of each person's heart, and if the heart is strong, the Fa will be higher. Although the other party is particularly suspicious of his forcible possession of incense, it is close to negotiation rather than accountability.

"The poor Dao is a mountain and wild scattered person, and he has been ignoring mundane affairs for many years, and now he is in charge of the poor Dao disciple Zhang Guangbi. Lao Dao's face was light-hearted, but his words had already revealed his identity as the leader of the Dao Taisu, and he said: "If I hadn't heard that someone outside the sect had cultivated the law of this Dao to the realm of transformation, I wouldn't have thought of inviting him." ”

"I heard that your religion is a combination of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Islam, and Christianity, and the Taoist chief is wearing a Taoist robe, does it mean that Taoism is above other religions?" Wang Zongchao asked again, seemingly chatting, but in fact it was also a temptation.

Lao Dao shook his head: "The purpose of this Tao is 'all religions are one, and my Tao is consistent', and there is no intention of strong division. It's just that Buddhism, Confucianism, Islam, and Christianity all have the saying of respecting oneself and exclusivity, just as Confucianism says, 'worship ghosts and gods and stay away', and Christianity says, 'There can be no other gods except the Lord'.

And Taoism is passed on from Lao Tzu, pay attention to the Tao of nature, three thousand avenues, eight hundred side doors, can understand people's reason, know the way of heaven, get immortality, and prove bliss, its gist is not a strong door, excluding the meaning of dissent, and the purpose of this Tao is in line. Therefore, this religion still accommodates all religions in the name of 'Tao'.

Nowadays, the situation is chaotic, and the people of the country either have no faith or believe in different gods, resulting in disunity of people's hearts, mutual attacks, and moral degradation. But I don't know that the world's great powers are mostly one country and one faith, so they are all united, bold and unanimous.

The Tao means that all religions will be unified, unify beliefs, expound the mysteries of the saints of the five religions, and abide by the ancient rites of the four-dimensional outline, so that people's minds can be calm, restore the nature of their nature, calm down wars and disputes, and hope that China will be a great harmony, and that it will be united within and humiliated outside. ”

"Very good intentions. Wang Zongchao smiled indifferently, in fact, no matter whether it is a cult or orthodox religion, the doctrine will sound very good, but what the old Taoist said still reveals that the Taoist ambition is very great, and there is a faint idea of unifying the large and small sects in China and creating a huge sect similar to Eastern Christianity or Islam.

Wang Zongchao's words were plain, and the old Taoist didn't care, so he went straight to the point: "Young man, you have the opportunity to obtain the secret method of this sect, and you can be regarded as having a relationship with this sect." Now that I see you, I am even more unexpected, I think you have cultivated the method of inviting gods to the middle grade, right?"

"The Taoist chief did not expect it badly. Wang Zongchao nodded, with the cultivation of the old Tao itself, coupled with such a tentative observation all the way, it is not surprising that he can see his details. However, it is only limited to the card of inviting God in the middle grade, and Wang Zongchao is far from being able to measure it by inviting God in the middle grade alone.

"Self-cultivation of the secret method can also be cultivated to such a realm, sure enough, the genius of the heavens" Lao Dao praised it, and asked: "Since Xiaoyou is dedicated to practicing the method of this teaching, why might you join the teaching?"

After a pause, Lao Dao solemnly added: "If you join the religion, you will definitely be able to get the true transmission, and it is by no means comparable to the simple methods that have been circulated in this religion."

Lao Dao attached great importance to Wang Zongchao in his words, and even promised to teach further "Please God**", but Wang Zongchao shook his head: "I am just a martial artist, and I have no ambition and Shinto." Practicing "Please God**", I am just interested in the integration of law and martial arts, honing martial arts, and condensing the effect of fist intent, and I have also realized some tips that suit me, and I am confident that it is difficult to meet opponents, and I hope to find a master of this Tao to learn one or two, and give me a defeat. ”

What Wang Zongchao said was not a move to retreat, but a big truth. Although "Please God**" is said to be the unity of law and martial arts, but in fact, it is a side door, not considered the right path of martial arts. Moreover, there are a lot of advanced martial arts secrets that he has learned, and many of them have not yet been fully comprehended, so it is indeed not appropriate to be too distracted by this.

Unless the old Taoist is really willing to teach the secret of cultivating the top grade and asking the gods to point directly to the avenue like this, he will not be interested. Otherwise, practicing too many complex techniques of "Please God**" will not be beneficial to increasing cultivation, and will thin up energy and affect cultivation, so it is better to choose a few exercises that are most suitable for you. For example, the method of becoming a giant that he comprehended in the world of "X-Men" is not only powerful, but also has a miraculous effect on the practice of qi movement, which is definitely the most suitable technique for himself.

In addition, although Lao Tao seems to be generous and sincere, his practical meaning is unclear. If you join the sect, it is difficult to guarantee that you will have some means of control and restraint, or you will do tricks and feet in the methods taught, but it is better to be rigid without desire, and directly learn the means that suit you in battle, and test your own shortcomings. It's just that the old man obviously has no signs of practicing martial arts, and it is estimated that he is still taking the path of a lawyer, and even if he does it, he will not be a suitable opponent.

"The young man is really young and full of competitiveness. Wang Zongchao opened his mouth to refuse, and his words were provocative, Lao Dao just nodded, his face was unpredictable, but there was a sudden sound of wind all around, only to hear the sound of the wind, there was no wind, but there was a feeling of gloom from all directions, and the light suddenly dimmed and became pitch black.

At some point, a thick layer of dense clouds gathered on the mountain. The clouds were like a canopy, tightly shrouded around the top of the mountain, blocking all the light of the stars and moons, and the center was just above the pagoda. It seemed that the middle of the cloud was still surging, and a dragon-like pillar of cloud was faintly hanging from the surge

It is rumored that the saint is angry, but he can change the color of heaven and earth. Lao Dao had a similar momentum at this time, but Wang Zongchao was indifferent to these false texts, just looking at what he was going to do next.

But Lao Dao only said indifferently: "Even if you come to defeat, Master Liankong, you can point him out one or two." I have temporarily blocked this side of the world, and I am not afraid of disturbing the civilians with too much movement. ”

"Oh?" Wang Zongchao felt something, and looked behind the left, only to see that there was an additional young monk wearing a moon-white robe and a rather thin body, with a face like a crown of jade, handsome like a woman, but his expression was as cold as eternal ice.

A gentle breeze blew, and a sense of slaughter began to permeate.

At this point, although Lao Dao had not given up the idea of inviting Wang Zongchao to join the sect, he also knew that he must be defeated first in any case to frustrate his arrogance.

Wang Zongchao's face moved slightly, and he also stood up, the other party's spiritual qi is extraordinary, he is definitely a master, and this kind of hidden qi killing intent, unpredictable ability to come and go ghosts and gods, is also the skill he expected to exist in "Please God**", but he failed to fully comprehend and master the skills.

"The master is invited" Wang Zongchao was not polite, and bluntly opened his mouth to invite the battle.

"The donor is invited" The monk named Lotus Sky saluted, and his voice was as clear and cold as crystals colliding with each other, with an awe-inspiring aura, which made people feel like a thorn in the back

Immediately after that, the monk raised his hand, and a chilling sword qi burst out of the air, crossed the distance of three zhang, and stabbed straight towards Wang Zongchao, and the castration was as fast as lightning.

Wang Zongchao flicked his fingers, and with the technique of "snapping his fingers and thundering", he popped out a wisp of fine ice that was crystal clear throughout his body, collided with the sword qi, exploded with a bang, and intercepted this sword qi. But immediately after that, the endless Sen Sen sword qi was like a wave, surging wildly, hunting and cold.

"It's also a congenital master. "Good" Wang Zongchao flicked his hands continuously, countless small balls of light or broke through the air and shot directly, or twisted and turned, or swirled with each other, or collided with each other and changed direction, and the sword qi clashed, causing a chain of explosions, for a while like thunder and explosions, the earth cracked and shattered, and a series of dazzling strong lights flashed non-stop, illuminating the valley as bright as day, but it was Wang Zongchao who integrated the uranium light wave fist into the "snap of the fingers and thunder", concealing the principle of positive and negative electromagnetic attraction and mutual exclusion, and the direction was doubly flexible and unpredictable, and the monk's sword qi could not hold on for a while.

"The internal force actually hides the power of thunder, isn't it invincible to deal with sneaky, the rivers and lakes are rare, and which school is unique?" Although Wang Zongchao had already curbed most of the power by making a move at this time, the old Taoist who was watching the battle from the sidelines was still amazed.

But the holding was only short-lived, and gradually the sword momentum went more urgent and intense, and the majestic sword qi seemed to be endless and far-reaching, gradually breaking the evenly matched situation.

"Even if the ten fingers send out the sword qi together, it will never be so dense......" Wang Zongchao's heart moved, and he felt a pain in his shoulder, he had already been hit by a sword, and the sword qi came without a trace, without a trace, it was really difficult to prevent and stop.

The move competition had already lost a hand, and Wang Zongchao suddenly gave up his defense. The monk only felt that the sword qi sent out stabbed at the other party's body without any misses, but he didn't expect that he would succeed so lightly, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a while, but then found that his sword qi bounced off the steel plate like raindrops. The opponent already had an extra pair of gold and red battle armor on his body, and then in the swing of his palm, a fierce sword qi smashed the mountain and broke the mountain, with a mighty rolling sound like thunder

Although there is no change, it has a tragic smell of sweeping thousands of armies and bloody battles, defeating ingenuity with strength and overwhelming people with power

"Martial God Battle Armor?" The old Taoist on the side saw it calmly, after all, he had expected it.

In the face of this knife, the monk's face was solemn, but he did not dodge or dodge, but put his palms together. Immediately after that, the sword qi of Wutao shot into the sky, and once the surrounding deciduous tree trunks and birds and birds touched the sword light, they were instantly twisted into pieces, and the sword qi radiated out in a crown shape centered on him, and within ten zhang, the towering ancient trees fell one by one, and even the thick smoke clouds that were shrouded around it forced a gap for the sword qi, and the starlight and moonlight leaked in from the gap.

In an instant, Wang Zongchao's slash had collided with the sword qi emitted by the other party countless times, although the sword momentum was fierce, but the sword qi was one after another, and it seemed to be endless, and the impact of this knife was constantly twisted and collapsed, and finally collapsed in the air.

The monk still folded his palms, but his body began to glow with golden light, Sanskrit sounded, Zen chanting and listening, countless golden sword shadows unfolded behind him like a peacock opening the screen, looking at it like a golden sun rising into the sky, the sun shining.

Behind the monk, a hundred-armed statue of Guanyin, more than three feet tall, appears in the form of a compassionate face, standing on one foot on one foot and bending on the left foot, placing the ankle on top of the right knee. And unlike any statue of Guanyin seen in the temple, this hundred-armed Guanyin has no magic weapon in its hands, only holding a hundred swords with different shapes, either heavy, or sophisticated, or simple, or light, but without exception exude a cold sharp aura, and there is a hidden blood light rising in the golden light.

Wang Zongchao's eyes were keen, and he observed that although the blood light was covered by the brilliant golden light, the condensed and dense Cheng Dù was actually above the blood-colored evil qi of the mountain people, and he couldn't imagine that the lives accumulated by this monk would not be lost to that murderous man.

After the statue of Guanyin appeared, the monk did not make a move, his expression was not sad or joyful, and he asked out loud: "This is the Hundred Swords Guanyin, Guanyin is merciful, but the hundred swords are not merciful, and if you see blood, the donor will fight again?"

"Naturally, if you want to fight martial arts, you don't have to keep your hands, although you have no regrets about dying" Seeing the powerful use of another "Zhongpin Please God", Wang Zongchao was happy in his heart, how could he stop, the "Ten Thousand Army" divine knife in his hand suddenly appeared, the body turned sharply, and the human knife swirled in unison, turning into a huge knife wheel that strangled and cut a qiē to the monk, the knife became more and more fierce, and the more urgent the spinning. The hurricane was deafening, causing the trees within 100 meters to crackle and break their branches and leaves, and even thinner trees were blown away by the strong wind, and a small stone monument three feet high collapsed in the hurricane, which shows the huge power contained in it.

The monk turned around to respond, Guanyin moved like a hundred swords, bursting like a thousand flowers blooming brilliant sword shadows flying in all directions, weaving a dense sword net that can catch mosquitoes in the air, with the sharpness of breaking the body and cutting the skin hole, gold piercing stones, and stretching towards Wang Zongchao's body.

At the moment when ordinary people didn't even have time to blink, thousands of gold and iron resonated with dazzling sparks, resounding into an endless patch. Wang Zongchao only felt like he had rushed into an impermeable thorn forest, and it was like falling into a torrent of fury composed entirely of tens of millions of sword qi, and every time he slashed out, he would encounter at least dozens of sword qi blocking it diagonally, and the derived latent vortex was completely incalculable. Although the knife did not collapse, it also went off the rails, driving the knife wheel to rub the monk's side and roll two meters away.

The aftermath of the hurricane energy stirred up by the sword wheel was divided and decomposed by the monk's countless protective sharp sword qi, dissolved layer by layer, dispersed from the set, turned strong into weak, and dissolved into invisible.

With a knife that went astray, Wang Zongchao quickly landed and stood firm and was about to fight. However, the opponent's sword qi had already followed him like a shadow, enveloping all of his body.

The monk's swordsmanship is complex and changeable, and it has really reached an unimaginable point, or it is open and closed, and the momentum is majestic, or it comes and goes, and the changes are subtle, or it is clumsy and simple, or it is swift and incoherent, sometimes it is quite earth-shattering, and the wind and rain are so strong, and sometimes it is dense and dense, like a drizzle and light mist. What's even more terrifying is that these sword techniques and sword movements with completely different styles are all displayed at the same time, completely fused together, and they are extremely unpredictable, and they can even overlap like phantoms, without affecting each other, but they all have substantial lethality

"It is rare for ordinary people's hearts to be divided into two uses, but this monk is simply a hundred uses, and each sword in the hand of the hundred-armed Guanyin can perform different swordsmanship, "Please God**", and there are many wonderful uses that I didn't expect......" Wang Zongchao will also wave the "Ten Thousand Army" divine knife to protect the whole body at the beginning, but he still can't cover the unimaginably complex sword path sword momentum, and he knows that he has lost everything in the moves. simply relied on the "Martial God Battle Armor" that combined with the true qi of the strong body protection to protect the body, and only attacked but not defended in his hands, attacking against attacking

Unfolding his body, Wang Zongchao's rushing and running was like a storm sweeping, gradually turning into phantoms, phantoms, and countless phantoms. But each phantom had a thunderous momentum like a meteor descending from the sky, converging with countless swords and smashing towards the monk. Gradually, no one can see Wang Zongchao's figure clearly, all he can see is one sword after another, wave after wave of qi, seemingly endless, one more fierce and dazzling, one wave more violent and domineering, and even gives people the illusion of devouring heaven and earth and destroying it.

Even if he is also in the innate realm, his internal strength cultivation is really much stronger than that of a monk, and with the continuous improvement of his skills, one percent, two percent, and three percent...... Although the monk's swordsmanship is subtle, it has gradually become a trend of defending more and attacking less, and at the same time, his feet began to dodge and dodge, and there are golden lotus in the place where he lands, and the swastika is sealed, so that his feet do not touch the ground and levitate in the void, which seems to be steady and dignified, but in fact, it is also extremely fast.

Lao Dao has retreated to the side of the pagoda with the two boys, and he was also shocked by the battle situation in front of him, he originally only expected that although Wang Zongchao had practiced the middle grade to please the gods, but he could not pass on the truth, and the subtlety of the change would inevitably be much worse than that of the lotus sky, but he didn't expect that his strength was unexpectedly domineering and strong, which was completely enough to defeat the skill, and the "Martial God Battle Armor" monk alone was extremely difficult to break.

At this time, the monk behind the Guanyin like a hundred swords has all left his hand, in his body bent straight to each other, back and forth, the glow of the golden chain like a stream of fireflies does not stop for a while, waving in the void and condensing as if it has become a tangible and qualitative thing, for a while there are golden sword shadows everywhere, densely covered with every inch of space within ten zhang, can be attacked, retreated and defended. Those golden swords that are materialized by "please God**" seem to have the characteristics of "passing through the traces", the sword is condensed, the virtual and the real are born together, and it seems to be illusory and real, making it difficult to distinguish the location of the sword blade, confusing the opponent's spiritual judgment, and it is also the unique power of "please God**".

Suddenly, among the electric sparks, Wang Zongchao flashed seven times in a row, leaving seven afterimages, and the person had already appeared within a zhang of the monk, and punched out.

The monk was taken aback, and his sword flashed back at the same time, and immediately forced Wang Zongchao to retreat. But he already felt that the opponent's punch seemed to have dozens and hundreds of different natures of true qi strength, surging towards him from different directions, including direct attacks, left and right pinching attacks, or pulling and squeezing strength, and even attacking and rotating from the soles of his feet, just like falling into a raging whirlpool, and it was difficult to control his position.

Although his talisman sword net dissolved the fist power heavily, he still felt that there was a leaky net punch hitting his body, but he only felt that he was gently pushed, and he knew that something was wrong. Immediately, the internal organs of the five organs had already given birth to induction, and the pain was unbearable for a while, and the qi and blood were churning.

With such a move, Wang Zongchao had already seen a flaw in the opponent's dense sword path, and suddenly jumped up, and the "Ten Thousand Army" divine knife swung out two unprecedentedly powerful and invincible blades, but instead of slashing at the monk, it was aimed at a certain place in the sword net.

With a sound of "Qiang", the sound of gold and iron resounded throughout the four fields, and the intersection of two huge swords suddenly burst out of a brilliant iron tree silver flower, and two golden swords could be faintly seen being cut into countless pieces by this powerful blow, each piece of fragment turned into a hot stream of stars, and dispersed to the void in all directions, turning into nothing.

The two knives did not stop, and slashed towards the earth from far away, forming two deep ravines, one horizontal and one vertical, forming a big cross on the earth in front of the monk's eyes.

The golden sword entity is broken, but it is not equivalent to the ordinary sword qi sword being defeated, after all, the sword qi sword is only temporarily condensed with true qi murderous qi, and the golden sword or the "Ten Thousand Army" divine sword is the ideological body formed by the condensation of divine power with willpower and mental power, and the damage also means that the master's spiritual power has been damaged to a certain extent, plus the monk's hundred swords have their own qi connected to form a sword array, and after the two swords are missing, the original rigorous and orderly sword momentum that is secretly in line with the mystic is suddenly chaotic.

Wang Zongchao took the opportunity to attack, but the monk was calm, and the remaining ninety-eight golden swords were suddenly recovered, twisted into a circle on his side, and in the blink of an eye, his whole body was shrouded in a ball of shining light, but under the impact of Wang Zongchao's increasingly strong offensive, the ball of light was constantly twisted and deformed, and the defense line showed signs of crumbling in the blink of an eye.

Immediately after that, there was a bang, and the sword ball collapsed, and countless golden swords flew all over the air like a honeycomb that exploded in the nest, but the monk was no longer there. Wang Zongchao's heart sank when he saw this, and he knew what he was planning.