The cultivation plane, because of the revival of the dry aura, the dragon veins are operating normally, and it gradually becomes lively.

Mighty monks can be seen everywhere in the streets of the complex, in the golden desert, in the depths of the earth, or among the clouds.

Someone armed with a carving knife roamed the front and back of the house and the streets and alleys, inscribed various reinforcement rune formations.

Outside the city, roaring like a tide, the golden desert continued to turn into fertile land, and then bare mountains rose from the ground, undulating continuously.

In the air, the monk waved his sleeves, and green seeds rained down.

Driven by the way of nature, these ordinary plants took root downward as soon as they landed, entangled with each other and grew wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the grass is green, the trees are towering, and the mountains are full of greenery.

Before, because the aura was exhausted, everyone cherished the Dao power and didn't dare to waste the slightest.

At that time, using a little less would also lead to a decrease in strength, but now that the aura of heaven and earth is inexhaustible, and it is necessary to reshape the living space of the human race, it is natural to squander it wantonly.

Rumble!

An endless brilliant sword fell from the sky and slammed into the earth!

The smoke and dust rushed up to the height of a skyscraper of more than twenty floors, and the cultivator waved his hand lightly, and it dissipated in an instant.

This feeling is like writing a question on the blackboard, and someone wipes it dry and wiped it clean from left to right, which is very abrupt.

The ground is a kilometer wide, hundreds of meters deep, and I don't know how long the river is formed.

Above the clouds, an elegant-looking middle-aged man sat cross-legged.

He smiled, palm of his right hand up, a small puddle of water inside, and turned his hand slightly......

Bang!

A silver waterfall falls. The starting position of the palm is only the size of chopsticks. The further down you go, the thicker it gets. It is trumpet-shaped, and at the end it completely covers the riverbed.

A large number of rivers were surging, setting off terrifying waves that were thousands of feet high, roaring and roaring and sweeping forward overwhelmingly.

The strange thing is that there is not a drop of water overflowing from both sides of the river bank in this terrifying movement.

In half a smoke, the river returned to calm, and the water surface sparkled.

There are also world-strong punches. A huge crater of the size of an island country was smashed on the ground, and a precious water system magic weapon was still in the core, turning into a lake in an instant.

Similar means abound.

Ning Yuan looked at everything through the space node, and secretly smacked his tongue.

The last time I came, it was like the end of the world, full of rotten smells, bleak and broken.

In just a few days, it was as if he had changed his plane, and the cultivators were busy and full of vitality.

He couldn't help but sigh at the great power of the strong, with these cultivators taking action, it was easy to change the world. Even a stubborn stone can grow a spiritual fruit for you.

If it were to be replaced by a civilization of the level of the earth, I am afraid that it would be difficult to complete it in a few decades.

The palace martial arts arena. A large number of Buddha cultivators surround the three layers inside and the outer three layers, and there are pieces suspended in the air, forming a cylindrical human wall.

Ning Yuan looked surprised, these people didn't have a bald head.

is also a Buddhist cultivator, isn't this plane shaved?

He shook his head to dispel distracting thoughts, and poured out the 60,000-year-old red sandalwood in the spatial ring in one fell swoop, letting them roll horizontally and vertically on the ground.

As if feeling something, the crowd became agitated.

"Silence!"

Jin Changsheng snorted coldly.

He said lightly: "This thing is rare, it contains the power of high-level ambitions, as well as the idea of Buddhism, if you don't believe it, please try a few Buddhist masters to know the truth or falsehood." ”

As soon as the words fell, a cultivator who looked to be in his twenties with a cold expression came out and said indifferently, "I'll come." ”

The audience was silent.

His eyes were lowered and he stood quietly facing the rosewood.

In an instant, Ning Yuan felt a rhyme envelop him.

As if being pulled, the rosewood is also permeated with a mysterious rhyme

The two are completely different, the former is cold and fierce and full of blood, while the latter is heroic and peaceful, all-inclusive.

The young monk was a little surprised, and opened his eyes.

"It's interesting. ”

He was surprised in his heart, and then the corner of his left mouth pulled back, hooking up a hint of arc.

Ponder for a moment and open your mouth to recite a sutra.

"If I heard it, for a time the Buddha was defending the country, and the tree was given to the Garden of Solitude, and the great bhikshus, 1,250 people, and then the world was honored ......"

After about five breaths, the martial arts arena sounded and seemed to be chanting without Zen.

After a minute or two, a whispered Buddha voice was already there.

It's small, but it's clearly audible.

The eyes of many Buddhist cultivators present widened, and their eyes looked at the pile of wood on the ground.

This kind of aura is somewhat like the true Buddha's idea that can cross the desolate universe in the legend!

The young monk's eyes were like swords, his eyes were sharp, and he was staring at the rosewood, and he was reciting the Buddhist scriptures faster and faster......

In the end, it was already comparable to the voice host Hua Shao's lines.

"Boom!"

The surging Buddha power in the center of the martial arts arena suddenly exploded!

Behind him appeared a three-story tall building with three heads and eight arms, and the black and angry eyes of King Kong.

Above the rosewood rises a solemn golden Buddha, the image of the Journey to the West Buddha, a pimple head, and a large earlobe.

The former is fierce, and reciting Buddhist scriptures sounds like a knife cutting an ear.

The latter is merciful, but equally swift and peaceful.

There was a hint of excitement in the young monk's eyes, this is the feeling, the true Buddha's morality!

Although he has been practicing Buddhism for 20,000 years and is already one of the world's peerless masters, rosewood still has a slight influence on him.

Even the super-strong are like this, and its benefits to ordinary Buddhist practice are self-evident.

As the speed of the powerful monk's chanting continued to increase, it soared to the limit in an instant!

"Roar!!"

Suddenly, a roar rang out from the void between the two!

The golden Buddha's eyelids slowly opened, and his hands were folded in front of his chest: "Gone astray, compassion and purity, take refuge in my Buddha, and turn back!"

After speaking, the body was blown into ashes, and all the rosewood turned into powder, drifting in the wind.

The sudden change made all the Buddhist cultivators startled, and some of them looked anxious and yelled, asking what was wrong.

Ning Yuan didn't know why, and was a little dumbfounded.

What's the situation?

After a good experiment, how did you get all the rosewood?

The young monk's face tightened, and a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes.

His voice was low: "I practice the Dharma of Punishment, those woods contain the Dharma of all living beings, the meaning is different, I wanted to test the limit of this sacred wood, but I didn't expect them to be given the Buddha seal, and at the critical moment, I wanted to transform me, and finally the jade was burned." ”

Shaking his head and sighing, he looked at Ning Yuan: "It's my misjudgment, how can I compensate for the loss?" ”

He was speechless and shocked.

He didn't know much about the Dharma and the Buddha seal, but the golden Buddha statue suddenly had self-awareness, which really scared him.

Sure enough, if it has something to do with cultivation, strange things will emerge one after another.

He said helplessly: "I'll get another one, it will only take half an hour at most, and I'll talk about the rest when I come back." ”

After some tossing, Ning Yuan simply cut down the 100,000-year-old red sandalwood.

Reappeared on the monastic plane, and a group of Buddha cultivators looked at him.

When a powerful monk destroys an entire tree, the disadvantages are obvious, and there are also benefits.

At the very least, they had seen the use of the sacred wood.

For example, this thing is equivalent to a Dharma cultivation accelerator, it takes ten years for others to practice Buddhism's magical powers, and if **** feels under the red sandalwood every night, maybe it will be successful in three or two years.

The lower the repair, the greater the benefit.

And it's a range type, and one piece can make a lot of people understand.

If the sect gets a piece back, the benefits are self-evident.

Ning Yuan glanced around, secretly wondering what it would be better for these people to exchange for. (To be continued.) )