When the dragon turtle was ravaging, Li Wuwu no longer paid attention to the Panlongwei, because the power of the dragon turtle condensation form was even a battle for the strong people of the town.

But there shouldn't be any strong man in the town country who would be stupid enough to fight such a behemoth head-on, right?

The sky-high fire ignited, indicating that the "turbulent village" had come to naught.

Three large ships returned with a full load of goods and some old and weak women and children.

After a brief inspection, Li Wuwu ordered that the property be registered and then disposed of by Panlongwei. Those soldiers all cheered when they heard this, and this expedition confirmed the unstoppable and invincible spirit of the "Dragon and Turtle Battle Array" they had learned, and they were of course overjoyed to have obtained such a large sum of money.

Everyone else who watched it was envious.

But seeing the women and children who were sent back, Li Wuwu had a headache.

These people may be dead in the eyes of their families, and everything else is fine, but the women are not easy to arrange.

At this time, Princess Yuyao, who came out to see these people, was already crying, shouting that these people must be arranged so that they can no longer suffer.

In the end, Li Wuwu had to come forward and ask the local county order to arrange for these people to settle near the original "turbulent village". After re-registering their household registration, these suffering and reborn people kowtowed to Yu Yao, Li Wuwu and others.

Princess Yuyao was secretly weeping there, Bai Jianqiu was comforting for a while, but Li Wuwu had a strange look on her face.

The fleet resumed. In the cabin, Li Wuwu picked up the string of Buddhist beads he got from Qin Kun.

There were twelve beads in total, not gold or jade, round ones, one the size of a finger. What surprised Li Wuwu was that when those people knelt down and worshipped just now, there was a trace of power on this string of Buddhist beads that seemed to awaken. At the same time, the "Heavenly Dao String" on Li Wuwu's body that turned into meridians also emitted a faint power, wanting to block the power of the Buddha beads.

Li Wuwu remembered that at that time in Dayue, the "Strings of Heavenly Dao" was a little disgusted with Buddhist temples, and this feeling was born again at this time, which made him curious.

In the mental space, Li Wuwu injected all kinds of spiritual energy into the Buddha beads like dealing with the "black sword". Sure enough, the Buddha beads were unaware.

It seems that these unfathomable extraterrestrial things can only be activated by higher-level exercises.

Li Wuwu looked at the stars in the sky above his head, the stars that turned into those saints' words flickered, and the fog in the space was a little thicker.

Li Wuwu's breath changed, and his righteousness was permeated.

Holding the Buddha beads in his hand, he tried to pass in the aura, but as if he was disobedient, the Haoran righteousness did not want to enter the Buddha beads at all. And the Buddha beads are also like stubborn stones, unaware.

Hehe, Li Wuwu is happy, sure enough, the two Buddhas and Confucians have no good feelings for each other.

Stretching out his hand to summon a trace of mist, he shrouded the Buddha beads as if he were dealing with a black sword.

"Boom-"

Twelve statues of the Buddha rise to the sky!

The Buddha shone with golden light, shining in the space for a long time, dyeing the space golden. Even the big stars in the sky seem to be a little unstable and crumbling.

Li Wuwu was rushed by the momentum and kept retreating. Between the ears, there are bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

The voice was so loud and peaceful that people couldn't help but want to fold their hands and bow down.

Li Wuwu slowly closed his eyes, letting the golden light shine and the Sanskrit sound filled his ears, and he stood still.

The Buddha seemed to be angry, and opened his eyes in unison, and for a while, twenty-four eyes stared at Li Wuwu. Even with his eyes closed, he could feel as if there was a strong pressure around him, making him kneel down!

"Hmph-" Li Wuwu sneered in his heart, if it was elsewhere, maybe he would have been tempered. But in this mental space, there is no form and no form, heaven and earth coexist with me, that is, the Buddha himself came, can he save this heaven and earth?

I saw Li Wuwu stretch out his hand, and the mist in the sky turned into a gray line, entangled the twelve Buddhas.

When the Buddha statue shook, the gray line broke, but the broken gray line turned into mist, and surrounded the twelve Buddhas, so that even the golden light could not be seen.

I saw that the fog was churning like a sea, and it soon became thinner. Li Wufu stretched out his hand again and summoned the mist to wrap around the Buddha statue.

If this is the case again and again, the Buddha statue is a rootless tree after all, and it cannot be replenished by power, and gradually there is no beginning of the light.

As the light faded, the Sanskrit sound faded inaudible.

Li Wuwu still didn't care, and just poured the mist into the Buddha statue.

When the fog stopped churning, he waved his hand and dispersed the fog. I saw that the twelve statues of the Buddha were gone, and there were twelve gray figures standing in their place.

It would be inaccurate to say that it was a human figure, it was a half-illusory, half-real figure composed of twelve mist figures. The figure stood still, motionless.

Li Wuwu stepped forward and picked up the Buddha beads.

The Buddha beads have changed dramatically, with twelve gray glass beads, and there is a mist in the beads.

Li Wuwu tried to inject Haoran righteousness into it again, and this time there was no hindrance. Righteousness entered, and the twelve figures around him began to change slowly, and after a while, Li Wuwu, who had twelve Confucian clothes with big sleeves and a high-crowned scarf, appeared there.

Li Wuwu's mind moved, and the twelve figures evolved separately, some of them held the pen and waved their heads, some of them recited poems, some of them looked up to the sky and roared, and some of them played the piano and whispered. Suddenly, the light in Li Wuwu's hand flashed, and the original black sword appeared, but now the sword became a "gray sword".

The sword moves with the shadow, and a set of swordsmanship is displayed. The twelve figures rotated with Li Wuwu's figure, one move and one style from slow to fast, gradually, there were figures all around, and sword shadows all around. The sword aura spread all around, slashing the mist into pieces.

Unconsciously, Li Wuwu's swordsmanship reached a higher level, reaching the ultimate of sword tricks - reaching the peak.

Li Wuwu, who was wielding the long sword, didn't notice that the place that was already blank in the black sword gradually spread over it. Looking closely at the black figure, it looks like Li Wuwu.

After a long time, Li Wuwu's figure froze, and the black sword in his hand turned into nothingness.

The twelve figures around him were still wielding long swords, and the sword qi cut through the void.

As Li Wuwu's figure moved, the twelve figures moved with the wind and gradually turned into nothingness.

Li Wuwu looked at the string of glass beads in his hand and smiled on his face.

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The big boat went down the water, stopping and stopping all the way, or training to suppress bandits, or enjoying the scenery. Anyway, the scheduled wedding date is the Dragon Boat Festival, and there is still time.

During this period, Li Wuwu also made a move, he quietly sneaked into a small cottage, and twelve figures came out together, but the cottage was flattened by tea kung fu.

He looked at the silent cottage and waved the long sword in his hand!

The breeze blew and nothing happened······

Originally, Li Wuwu wanted to mobilize the fog in the mysterious space and wanted to test the power of the fog. But the meridians in his body sent him a panicked signal, and he would never agree.

Li Wuwu's face was annoyed, fortunately no one followed, otherwise the sword just now would be embarrassing.

Mobilizing the mist, Li Wuwu forcibly waved his sword!

"Boom-"

In front of you, everything is turned into powder!

Li Wuwu spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the twelve figures hurriedly supported him, picked him up, and returned to the cabin in a few flashes.

After some pranayama, he found that his meridians were much weaker.

Fortunately, the power is quite satisfactory, but it can't be used often.

But there is finally a killer feature.