Chapter 90: A sword starts from the heart, and it also kills others and saints!
Lingshan
When the Buddhas saw that the king of Jizo had been defeated, they all gasped.
Is Sun Wukong already so strong?!
Even the Jizo King at the peak of Daluo can be defeated! Amitabha Buddha couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Senior brother...... what did you teach this monkey?!" Isn't it a bit too much to teach! ”
Whether it's Nyorai or any other Buddha, it's all about this idea.
This monkey became like this.
It's going to be troublesome......
At this moment, in the underworld, there was a change again. A shrill laugh rang out.
"It's amazing, it's amazing, it's amazing, you can go against Da Luo! It's also a myth! I don't know who your monkey's teacher is, I'm curious. ”
"Could it be a saint?"
"And this atavistic dragon, blood concentration, tsk, I have to suspect that you are the ancestral dragon's own son."
A terrifying figure suddenly appeared in the underworld. With boundless blood.
The avenue roared, trembling beneath his feet. It is the first warrior under the throne of the ancestor of the River Styx, Bo Xun.
The first Asura clan in the world, a quasi-saint!
At this moment, I saw that Jizo was seriously injured, and the power of the underworld was empty. and the Monkey King with a mysterious origin.
He'd heard some of the news of the tribulation.
Know that this monkey is very important to the Buddha.
If you catch them all.
I'm afraid I'm going to anger the Buddha to death.
When he thought of this, he was in a happy mood.
"Say, am I going to bring you back and sacrifice you to the Ancestor so that you can become an Asura clan, or will I just kill you? Well? ”
Bo Xun laughed wildly.
At this moment, unless the saints appear, no one will have time to save them.
The Buddha Sect World Venerable wanted to rush here, but I was afraid that it would be too late.
"I think it's more interesting to bring you back to the sea of blood and become my generals."
Bo Xun laughed.
After talking about the birth method, he will take the King of Jizo, Sun Wukong, and Little White Dragon back to the sea of blood.
I could hear only a tremor in the earth.
In the past, the eyes of the body were full of magic light.
"Take me back to the sea of blood?! Don't! ”
Sun Wukong said coldly.
He was already ready to take the little white dragon directly and escape with a line of words.
That's the fastest speed in the world, and even Bo Xun can't stop it!
"The grasshopper shakes the tree, and it is not self-sufficient!"
"This is the end of the farce!"
Bo Xun bullied forward, and he was going to kidnap the little white dragon and Sun Wukong.
At this moment, the Xuanhuang Qi emerged, and a vague round tripod suddenly appeared in the field. Swing the waves away, and chaos surges.
For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on Na Ding.
Whether it is the gods and Buddhas of the heavens or the gods of the underworld. It was easy to stop the wave of the quasi-saint realm!
Bo Xun was furious: "Who is it?!"
A bad premonition rose in his heart.
At this moment, the infinite sword light appeared.
There was a sigh.
"A sword starts from the heart, and it also kills others and gods!"
"There is no sword trick!"
A jade-like palm stretched out from the void. From the void, an endless stream of desolate sword qi flowed out, mighty, as if it was about to cut through the heavens and all worlds. Although he didn't have a sword in his hand, he carried a surging sword intent, and an infinite amount of sword light flashed between his hand.
In the flickering light of the sword, the mountains and rivers shattered, and the ten thousand worlds collapsed and the avenue screamed.
When Bo Xun saw this sword, his heart was full of horror. Who could unleash such a shocking sword?
He has no defense treasure in his body, and he doesn't dare to ask Ying to test his edge.
Quickly retreated, wanting to escape back into the sea of blood, and instantly retreated thousands of miles.
The sea of blood is already close at hand.
It's just that the sword light is comparable to the extreme speed in the world, and the last strike comes first.
"Whoop".
Blood gushed all over the sky, spilling into the boundless sea of blood. Bo Xun looked at his left arm in disbelief. It has been cut off by the roots.
He didn't even feel pain.
This sword is comparable to time!
"Ah!!h
Finally, the wound of the broken arm made Bo Xun unbearable. Speed up towards the sea of blood.
As long as you escape back to the sea of blood, you will be safe.
At this moment, a woman in white walked out of the void, and the country was beautiful.
All eyes were on her.
Whether it is Heavenly Court or Buddhism, there are people who recognize her identity.
No Virgin!
Heaven.
Zhao Gongming and Sanxiao looked at the woman in white in the picture, and almost cried out excitedly.
I didn't expect that after so many years, I would still be able to see the same door!
"I can't imagine that Senior Sister Wudang already has such a cultivation!"
Zhao Gongming shouted.
"Could it be that Senior Sister Wudang has been promoted to a quasi-saint?!"
Bi Xiao said in surprise.
Born in the Sea of Blood from an endless time ago, Nabo was the right-hand man of the Styx Ancestor.
His cultivation is also remarkable among many quasi-saints.
Now as soon as the Holy Mother of Wudang made a move, she directly defeated him, and cut off one of his arms, forcing him back.
What a cultivation this is!
There are still disciples of the Interception Sect who burst into tears when they saw the Holy Mother of Wudang: "I have an endless bloodline of the Interception Sect!"
"He will come again in the world and be honored!"
These voices come and go.
After all, in the Heavenly Court, the Sect of Interception occupies the majority. The Jade Emperor's face turned pale when he heard these voices.
Where did these people place him, the master of the Three Realms!
Lingshan, the Buddhas saw the peerless woman, all admired.
Rulai's face is calm, and there is no fluctuation in his heart. In his previous life, he was a great disciple of the Interception Sect.
Now, as a Buddhist world-honored person, he has already cut off the fruits of his previous life.
So when I saw this, there was no wave in my heart.
On the other hand, Dingguang rejoiced in the Buddha, but he was so frightened that he vowed not to go down to Lingshan again.
At the beginning, the Ten Thousand Immortals Array was shattered, due to his apostasy. For him, everyone in the sect was punished. He thought that after the sect was destroyed and he became a Buddha and an ancestor, he would be safe.
I didn't expect that today, the Holy Mother of Wudang appeared in the world and defeated Bo Xun with an astonishing sword technique.
He didn't dare to think that if he faced this earth-shattering sword technique, how long would his joyful Zen skill be able to resist. Many saints also have senses.
Yuan Shi Tianzun incarnated, and the High Void Emperor Daojun opened his eyes with an indifferent expression.
"The remnants of the sect still dare to show their heads!"
"I shouldn't have opened the net in the first place, I had to kill them all!"
Taishang Laojun, as the incarnation of the Taiqing Sage, is leisurely refining the pill at the moment. At the moment of seeing Our Lady of Wudang.
chuckled: "Senior brother's sect is really a great blessing, a hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff!"
"If you keep to yourself, it's just a matter of giving her a way out."
"But if she's restless, then wipe her out with you."
Many immortals have different thoughts.
But more people's attention is still on the "teacher" of the Virgin.
Is the master in her mouth the Tongtian Sect Master, or is there someone else?!
At this time, the Virgin of Wudang is standing in the midst of the underworld. The mother of all things floated in the air, supporting her, and her momentum was rising.
Her accumulation was already enough.
It's just that I'm trapped by myself and can't get out for a long time. Therefore, it is impossible to break through the realm and become a quasi-saint.
Now, under the guidance of Twilight, he slashes his obsession with a sword.
Finally on the verge of a breakthrough.
Under the watchful eye of all. The Virgin of Wudang struck another sword.
Kill towards the vast sea of blood.
That sword light carried a supreme momentum, and it was extremely bright. Wherever they passed, the void shattered.
The brilliance that burst out in an instant made everyone lose the ability to see, and the heaven and earth lost their color.
Even the sound was cut off, and the entire dungeon was almost divided into two halves.
After this sword was slashed, countless Great Dao Laws poured towards the Holy Mother of Wudang
Countless years of accumulation, the tempering of those dark years, finally merged into one at this moment.
Streams of golden light emerged from her, and the Three Realms felt it, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.
The Virgin Mary of Wu beheaded her own body today. Break through the realm and enter the quasi-saint.
The sword light emitted an even more dazzling brilliance, falling into the sea of blood, to kill Bo Xun.
The boundless sea of blood was split in two, revealing a bottomless ravine.
The sea of immeasurable blood separates from both sides. Countless Asura clans were swept away by the sword light and turned into powder.
"Boom!" With a bang, the sword light was annihilated.
A terrifying figure emerged from the sea of blood. Sitting on top of the fiery red lotus of the twelve grades.
Holding the two swords of Yuan Tu Abi.
His face was gloomy, and he looked coldly at the Holy Mother of Wudang, and his eyes were full of murder.
It was the Styx Ancestor.
He hasn't been seen in the eyes of the world for an unknown amount of time.
He was born in the sea of blood, and was born with two superb innate spirit treasures, the Yuantu Sword and the Ah Nose Sword.
Killing people does not touch cause and effect, and there is also a twelve-grade fire red lotus, refining 480 million blood god doppelgangers, known as the sea of blood will not dry up, and the river Styx will not be destroyed.
In order to become holy, he imitated Nuwa to create the Asura tribe and imitate the Sanqing to establish the Great Religion.
But in the end, there is no luck and merit blessings, and the merit is lost.
But even this is not to be underestimated.