The heavens and all the worlds, the heavenly river realm, outside the floating slaughter city. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A young man in a green robe stood on the ground with a sword, and around him, three Futu illusions sat cross-legged and chanted in a low voice, the pale golden Buddha light shrouded him like a rain curtain, even the people who were present to watch the battle were all cultivators, and they saw through this layer of Buddha light to see the man's face, which can be seen through the thick and majestic of this layer of Buddha light.

"Ahem, cough, cough~"

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Wuming, the descendant of the previous generation of Futu lineage, stood up with difficulty on his knees, a pair of clear eyes had been stained with dirt at this time, and at this time he was staring at the golden Buddha light faintly singing in front of him, his thin face was full of horror and disbelief, as well as the fear hidden in the layers of wrinkles - the sword intent of the Third Futu was devoured!

The Buddha of the past, the Buddha of the present, the Buddha of the future, the Buddha of the three lifetimes!

Past me, present me, future me, three generations of Futu!

In fact, even the first generation of ancestors of the Futu lineage has never completely understood the true mystery of this sword intent, but due to some adventures, it can be reluctantly manipulated through the cooperation of mental method and swordsmanship, but there are no accidents for many thousands of years, everything is so smooth, smooth to the point that these descendants are about to forget the horror of this sword intent!

It's like training a tiger, when the tiger is subdued, the tiger tamer can naturally rely on the power of the tiger to look at it, but once the tiger counterattacks, then the first person to die is the tiger tamer who used the power of the tiger before!

Once the power of one of the strongest sword intents in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms gets out of control, all the beings in this Floating Tu City will probably be pulled back to their past memories by the sword intent, and the huge Futu City will turn into a dead domain, completely devouring all the creatures that step into this place!

“。。。 No, no. ”

Thinking of the terrible consequences of the third Futu's sword intent getting out of control, Wu Ming's miserable face showed an abnormal flush of ruddy, and there was also a touch of determination in his eyes when he looked at the golden Buddha light: "Even if you give up my old bones, you can't let such a tragedy happen! Sword Saint senior, the little monk is rude!" The thin ten fingers were caged in front of his chest, blooming here like a lotus flower, and the golden Buddha light flew in front of his chest like a firefly, gradually turning into a condensed swastika, rotating slightly between the palms, releasing extremely heavy power.

And Wuming, who condensed this swastika, also seemed to be prostrate at this time, a thin old face looked like a sun-dried orange peel wrinkled at this time, even this person looked like he was going to become thinner, but his eyes were never brighter, making people subconsciously ignore his thin body at this time, and could only see a monk with a strong mind.

Looking at the young man looming in the golden Buddha light, the expression on Wuming's face changed for a while, sometimes he couldn't bear it, sometimes he was resolute, and finally it turned into a color full of sorrow - Amitabha, Chen Fei's benefactor, I'm afraid this is our fate... With a sigh in his heart, the ten fingers in his hand did not stop at all, and he made a solemn Buddha seal, and slowly pushed the swastika towards Chen Fei.

"Jizo Town Demon Seal!"

Patience is as immovable as the earth, and meditation is as deep as a secret vault! The Bodhisattva has sworn that hell is not empty, and he will not become a Buddha, and all living beings will be exhausted.

The vast and clear qi machine was like the Buddha descending into the world, and pressed towards the golden Buddha light-shrouded Chen Fei's body, and the earth shattered silently, but the dense cracks were intertwined with each other, as if forming a Buddhist classic, and the wisps of golden Buddha light leaked from the cracks in the ground, echoing with the gradually approaching swastika, gradually forming a faint cage.

"Seal Cheng!"

"Groan~"

A condensed shout sounded, but at the same time, there was a sharp sword roar breaking out of the air, and the golden Buddha Light Day, which was originally quietly surrounding Chen Fei's side, became slender and sharp as if it were acted on by some irresistible huge force in an instant, like a tail of sword qi koi, running rapidly around Chen Fei, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura was wantonly cut by the sword qi, and then it was also turned into a sharp qi blade surrounding, but it was just a short time of a few breaths, and the layer of Buddha light that surrounded Chen Fei in the distance turned into a storm of sword qi, and the illusion of the Buddha of the Third World formed by the sword intent of the Three Worlds Futu couldn't even hold on for a breath, that is, it is shattered inch by inch in the endless sword qi.

"At this time ... The Tianhe Sword Saint has been revived?!"

The scene that happened in front of him made the determination on De Wuming's face stiffen, and a little joy appeared subconsciously at his eyebrows and eyes-since the Sword Saint has been revived, then it also proves that the effect of the Third Futu Sword Intent has dissipated at this time, and the sword intent has been dispersed, so how can there be anything out of control? If it doesn't get out of control, then this huge Futu City will not turn into a dead domain, and the hundreds of thousands of cultivators in the city will be saved!

How could this not make him feel inexplicably happy in his heart!

But the smile in Wu Ming's eyes disappeared in an instant when he saw the swastika that had approached the sword qi storm, and was replaced by an extremely fragile pale color, and there was a little fear in it-

Jizo... The Demon Suppression Seal is still running!

The Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth set up a great source of great prosperity -- hell is not empty, the vow is not to become a Buddha, all sentient beings have crossed over, and the Bodhi is proven! His words and deeds are resolute and resolute, and he has not left the enemy at all nor has he left a trace of retreat for himself! And this Jizo Town Demon Seal is the very orthodox lineage of the King of Jizo, and this orthodoxy is not only the Dharma, but also the determination that does not leave a trace of retreat for himself!

Sacrifice my whole body to cultivate for life, suppress demons here, and if the vitality does not disperse, it will be suppressed!

"It's so bitter... Wuming's pair of white eyebrows pulled down, full of sorrow, not worried about his own life, as a Buddhist practitioner who has participated in meditation for thousands of years, his Zen heart has long been involved in personal life and death, but he has never been able to let go of this vast number of sentient beings. With his own thousand-year-old meditation practice, combined with the unique Buddhism of the Dizang Town Demon Seal, even if Chen Fei was really the invincible Tianhe Sword Saint 10,000 years ago, if he wants to break the seal, I am afraid it will take a while to work hard, and it will even be extremely embarrassing...

And that person is not a good person in the pure sense... The decent master who died under his sword back then, I'm afraid it's not much inferior to those evil masters... Once he is...

Wu Ming seemed to see the fierce sword light raging in the floating slaughter city not long after, the bitterness on his face became thicker and heavier, in his almost desperate gaze, the slightly rotating Jizo Town Demon Seal firmly collided with the sword qi storm that cut everything in the world, just the moment the two touched each other, Wu Ming's thin body trembled slightly, and his pale face seemed to become a little whiter, almost unable to see half of the blood, an invisible and qualitative channel instantly linked him with the swastika, and the pure Buddha Yuan that he had refined for thousands of years leaked out of his post like water that broke through the embankment, and then poured into the Jizo Town Demon Seal。

Under the support of Wuming cultivation, the dark golden swastika almost crushed the outermost sword qi of the sword qi storm at a devastating speed, and the sharp qi blade fragments scattered in all directions, cutting the ground outside the Futu City beyond recognition, you must know that the Futu City is the largest city in the Tianhe Realm, and the land within a hundred miles outside the city has been used by the masters to turn mud into rigidity, and its hardness is almost no less than the ordinary magic weapon, but at this time, just the aftermath of the sword qi cut these lands into this shape, which can be seen to be sharp and powerful, and what is even more terrifying is that even such a strong and powerful sword qiIn front of the dark yellow swastika, there seemed to be no resistance at all, and this appearance made the cultivators who were watching the battle on the city wall let out a burst of admiration or fear.

"Tut-tut, it turns out that Master Wuming's strength is so strong, but with such strength and so humble, he really deserves to be a master of Zen Buddhism, admire and admire... ”

"No wonder the seniors can take charge of the Yongning Divine Sword on the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds Divine Sword List... Such strength is really enviable!"

"yes... ”

Everyone in the city was amazed, but under the city, Master Wuming, who had a profound cultivation in their eyes and an unfathomable strength, was already pale, and the stinging tendons and empty dantian in his body were all reminding him of the extremely cruel fact of a sword - the Buddha Yuan in his body had been exhausted!

What is needed for absolute strength is the absolute price, and the pure Buddha Yuan that Wuming has cultivated for thousands of years has already been exhausted in just a few tens of breaths, and at this time, the swastika has only passed through the outermost part of the sword qi storm, and the price that Wuming needs next is the surging vitality in this body. And even if his qi and blood are not inferior to those of fierce beasts, I'm afraid it won't be able to last long...

Today, I'm afraid it really is the day of my death... I only hope that my death can dissipate the anger in the heart of the Tianhe Sword Saint, and don't go on a killing spree here...

With a wry smile, Wu Ming whispered a Buddha name, ready to accept the intense pain of life being withdrawn from his body, but at this moment, the dark yellow swastika was slightly stiff, as if he had seen some wild beast, and in the next moment, the cold sword qi in front of him silently split, and a slender palm slowly poked out from it, the five fingers were white and powerful, and slowly poked out with the momentum of the green dragon's claws, and directly buckled the Jizo Town Demon Seal, and then, slightly forced.

Click~click~

In the crisp voice, Wu Ming's pale face stiffened for a moment, and the admiration that had been permeating the head of the Futu City also stopped abruptly like a duck pinched by the neck - under the slightly dull gaze of everyone, the almost invincible swastika seal was like a crisp cookie between the white five fingers, leaving only a faint golden Buddha light rising between the five fingers, rendering a bit of dust.

Trample~

A right foot wearing cloth shoes slowly walked out of the sword qi storm, and at the same time, this sword qi storm that could cut almost everything in the world began to spin wildly as if frightened, and the terrible and incomparable sound of breaking the air carried a chilling killing intention, and everyone present turned pale with horror, and the eyes of the man in green shirt who looked at the man in green shirt standing in front of the sword qi storm were full of fear and admiration.

It's so strong!

Shaking his head slightly, Chen Fei looked at the thin old monk with a frightened face in his field of vision, and the majestic city shrouded in golden Buddha light, his eyes were slightly dazed, and after a while, the dusty memory was turned over again, making a strange look flash from Chen Fei's eyes-

Here it is ... The floating slaughter city of the Tianhe realm?

If the Buddha actually let me back, this is impossible, since you are willing to put me back, why did you have to do so many useless things before...

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the peaceful and indifferent monk's face seemed to appear in front of him again, as well as his boundless sea of bitterness with a little sadness.

Buddha...

"Juggernaut ... Seniors?"

At this moment, an extremely careful call came from the side, waking Chen Fei up from his thoughts, turning his head slightly, the old monk Wuming, the previous generation of the Futu Tower, was looking at Chen Fei cautiously at this time, and when he saw him turn around, he put his hands together very respectfully, bowed and said: "Senior, before the little monk saw that the sword intent of the three generations of Futu was out of control, and for the sake of the sentient beings in this Futu City, he wanted to suppress the predecessor who was shrouded in sword intent and this out-of-control sword intent for a moment, thinking that the cultivators of this Futu City would withdraw to buy time... ”

After a pause, Wuming took a deep breath, and looked at Chen Fei with a resolute look on his face: "The juniors know that they have offended their seniors, and their crimes should be punished, but I hope that the seniors can spare the cultivators and people of Futu City!"

"Suppression?" Chen Fei's eyes wrinkled slightly, and he looked at the resolute old monk with a slightly strange look and said, "The Buddha seal with the breath of the King of Jizo just now was released by you?

“。。。 But it was released by the little monk, but this Tibetan town magic seal was only obtained in an ancient temple of Lingshan when he traveled back then, not a Tibetan heir, at that time the temple was already ruined and broken, and many Buddha seals were carved on the wall, the little monk was dull, but he had to write down this seal. . . Wu Ming, who was already ready to die, was slightly stiffened by Chen Fei's question, and stayed for a few breaths before bowing slightly and replied respectfully, but he didn't notice that the strange color in Chen Fei's eyes became more and more serious.

Lingshan Ancient Temple?

The ruins of the Buddhist handprints?

Dizang Artistic Conception?Dizo Town Demon Seal?

(Thank you for the commuter pass of the unreasonable world, thank you~) (To be continued.) )