The general trend is so ethereal that the soul body is ethereal, but the whole body exudes the aura of the peak powerhouse of the upper three realms all the time.

From a distance, you can see a Buddha light like a substance blooming behind the heads of the three people, and then like ripples spreading, wave after wave rushing towards the man standing calmly in front of him.

Shen Yu, who was at the center of the impact of the Buddha's light wave, was straight at the moment, and he didn't care about it.

The light of the Buddhas who could assimilate any living thing shone on his body, and in an instant, it became like spring snow melting, leaving no mark.

The two supremes of Buddhism, Dashi Zhi and Medicine Master, glanced at each other, and they both saw disbelief in the eyes of both sides.

You must know that even if the three of them have been hiding in the depths of the Spirit Mountain for nearly three thousand years, their soul bodies have not been cultivated at all, but they are gradually weakening and dissipating every day.

But even so, the three people of the supreme realm of Buddhism can still compete with the peak powerhouses of the three realms today.

And the handsome man in front of him only has the Divine Journey Realm, and what is even more incredible is that under the entanglement of cause and effect, he can't mobilize the aura of heaven and earth at all.

It's just a mortal.

Such a person actually did not have the slightest fear in the face of himself.

As for the question raised by the man, whether there was a single rain in Lingshan three thousand years ago, the general trend subconsciously remembered the scene when he sat in the flesh and hid in Lingshan.

I don't know how long it took, but I opened my eyes and was about to speak.

Rumble!

A terrifying roar that shook the heavens and the earth was heard in the distance.

The three of them looked into the distance in unison, where an extremely pure Buddha light rose to the sky, and after a while, it was pulled back by some force.

The general trend frowned, looked at Shen Yu and asked seriously, "You brought that Lu Wu?"

That earth-shattering movement is the vision of heaven and earth caused by Lu Wu devouring the heavenly dragon and the dissipation of the old monk's incarnation, the heavenly dragon has guarded the spiritual mountain for nearly a thousand years, and the Buddha nature has already reached the realm of transformation.

Now that the physical body is devoured, the Buddha-nature naturally dissipates.

Although the general trend is not very worthy of those Tianlong who betrayed the demon clan, after all, it is a divine beast captive by Buddhism.

So he questioned Shen Yu.

The reason why I asked was because the general trend felt that even if the man in front of him was mysterious and extraordinary, it could not make the three of them have too much fear.

Shen Yu's voice was very calm, as if he was saying an extremely ordinary thing: "The cycle of life and death, three thousand years ago, the Heavenly Dragon devoured Lu Wu's ancestor, and now, Lu Wu is just reincarnated three thousand years ago, isn't your Buddhism the most about cause and effect?"

The illusory body of the general trend trembled irregularly, obviously a little unhappy with Shen Yu's far-fetched explanation.

Maha who was standing on his right side stepped forward and said indifferently, "Kill my Spirit Mountain Divine Beast, then go to my Buddha Gate to guard the mountain!"

The words fell, and the ancient Buddha of Buddhism, who was three feet tall and had six arms in his soul body, stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

Killing that, the mist in the Spirit Mountain seemed to be stirred by some extremely huge force, and a huge hand suddenly appeared in the air.

A huge sense of oppression permeated the entire Lingshan, as if the sky had fallen.

Outside the pagoda, countless disciples of Lingyin Temple froze, looking at the giant grasp that fell from the sky, and only felt in their hearts that it seemed that what it wanted to grasp was itself.

The younger disciples of the other Holy Lands were weaker in cultivation, and they were directly squeezed by the pressure and sat on the ground, running the exercises cross-legged and desperately resisting.

Qu Changshan, the old friend of the bitter monk, moved his white eyebrows slightly, and said in shock: "It's the Maha Heavenly Hand, it's been three thousand years, and I've never heard of any other monk in Lingyin Temple who has practiced this magical power!" Who is it? Who is that man?"

The giant hand did not stop at all, and pressed straight towards a certain hall of Lingyin Temple.

"Amitabha!"

"Don't panic!"

Two dull voices suddenly sounded, Qu Changshan turned his head and looked at the four people who appeared above the collapsed pagoda, and his face finally showed a look of relief.

The four heads of Lingyin Temple finally appeared.

From beginning to end, Qu Changshan was very puzzled why there was such a big change in Lingyin Temple, but the first seat of the four halls and the host did not appear.

Only that contemporary Zen man came forward.

It's not that Zenzi's status is not high, but Lingyin Temple doesn't seem to care about what is happening now.

This is somewhat beyond the norm.

The pagoda is the place where the body and relics of the deceased monks of the past generations are stored in the Lingyin Temple, and it is almost a symbol of the inheritance of Buddhism.

There are three rumors about the whole Linghuang, one of which is when the pagoda of the Lingyin Temple will fall.

This kind of rumor is not groundless, it must be that some big force or a strong person at the peak of the realm has a grudge with Lingyin Temple.

This grudge lasted for countless years, so much so that many cultivators in the Spirit Wilderness knew about it.

But now, the first of the four Lingyin Temples did not appear even if the pagoda collapsed, and Qu Changshan even wondered if there was a major event in Lingshan that was more serious than the collapse of the pagoda.

So much so that even the five powerhouses of Lingyin Temple with extremely high cultivation were contained.

As time passed, there was an abnormality in the Patriarch Hall, and the disciples of that Dao Sect broke into the Spirit Mountain with an extremely powerful sword intent.

It was as if everything indicated that Lingyin Temple was in great trouble today.

So big that even the four first seats came out of retreat to deal with it.

During the scene, the monk who claimed the Buddha's name was wearing a robe, and his figure was extremely high, which was different from the common black eyes of Zhongzhou people, and the eyes of the head of the Lingyin Temple were shining with a strange blue.

Some of the young disciples had never seen him before, and subconsciously looked at those blue eyes.

In the next breath, those disciples spun around, and the whole person was weak and weak, and slowly fell to the ground.

Qu Changshan suddenly came to his senses and shouted to the disciple beside him, "I want to see Master Jialan's eyes, which are the rumored eyes of judgment."

His words fell, and those young disciples came to their senses, and they all turned their heads and didn't dare to look at it again.

The Eye of Judgment.

If Shen Yu was here, he would naturally think of the woman who returned to Yun Xianxia, there was only one pair of different pupils in the world, and that was Yun Qing's pupil of heavenly punishment.

It's just that there are only a few envoys from the Holy Land in the field, and their cultivation is not very high, and Qu Changshan is one of the few great cultivators among them.

Even he couldn't recognize the strangeness in Na Jialan's eyes, and the others naturally couldn't distinguish it.

With the appearance of the four eminent monks, the strong heaven and earth shock in the field was suppressed, and the pair of giant hands that slowly pressed down did not stop, and still pressed towards a certain hall.

...

Inside the Patriarch's Palace.

Yang Liu has already produced more than a dozen swords.

The civet dog named Lu Wu was still in some kind of transformation, and he didn't react to his surroundings.

Hui Ke retracted his fist and said lightly: "Lord Yangliu, if you don't stop, the little monk won't show mercy anymore."

Reiki stirred.

Yang Liu has a graceful posture, and a few strands of hair on her forehead are swept by the breeze, like a fairy.

Whether it was the endless spiritual power in her body, or the sword intent that Shen Yu had taught before, she still hadn't weakened in the slightest, just like when she was in Cuizhu Peak, she never bowed her head when she faced the unreasonable leader.

The blade is straight, still firmly locked forward.

Hui saw this, frowned, and sighed for a long time.

"Amitabha."

Hui Ke silently clenched his right hand.

There are many lineages of spiritual wilderness practitioners, Tao, Buddha, Confucianism and side doors.

Nowadays, Buddhism is prosperous, and the influence of Buddhism in the whole world even vaguely overwhelms Taoism.

After the First World War in Wanliu City.

Countless people in the Spirit Wilderness knew about Li Yi, and they also tacitly agreed that this disciple of the City Lord of the Blue Emperor City was the first person of the younger generation.

But there are still many people who recognize Yu Wenwen of Taoism.

Not to mention Shen Yu, who is now not weak in reputation with Li Yi.

Hui Ke seems to be a little tepid in these days, even if Wanliu City also went to the Demon Domain, but still not many people remember what he did.

Hui Ke doesn't care about any of that.

He didn't care, it didn't mean that the young disciples of Lingyin Temple didn't care.

The whole world, he is wise

But it's also a genius who walks side by side with those people.

It is the Zen son of the Buddhist generation.

Now facing a lonely female disciple of the Taoist Sect, even if he keeps his hand, it makes people feel that his strength is indeed limited.

The Buddha is also angry.

Not to mention King Kong.

Hui Ke's eyes became indifferent, and he said softly, "Lord Yangliu, I'm offended."

He stepped out, his right hand overlapping his left hand, forming a very strange and strange handprint.

The next moment.

There are countless Buddhist Zen sounds of compassion and serenity between heaven and earth.

With the sound of Zen sounding, Yang Liu's sword body sword intent was tactful, drawing a series of beautiful sword flowers, and collided with the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

Dozens of gods and Buddhas are centered on the willows, and the golden Buddha light is squeezed inward one after another.

Countless bones, Buddha treasures, were rolled up by these Buddha lights, and then gathered into a Zen staff, rushing straight towards the weak woman.

Between heaven and earth, the sword and the Zen staff collided violently.

After a moment of silence, the center of the impact erupted with an extremely brilliant light, and then spread like an autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

Rumble!

It was only at this time that the sound of the two colliding appeared in people's ears.

The blue-eyed monk in the distance looked indifferent, his gaze passed through the heavy smoke and dust, and the true face of the hall was clearly displayed in his eyes.

The two stood opposite each other.

The tip of Yang Liu's sword was still half an inch away from Hui Ke.

And Hui Ke's fist was still an inch away from the woman's forehead.

A trace of loneliness flashed in Hui Ke's eyes, and he said calmly: "Everyone in the world knows that there is a female sword immortal in the Dao Sect, Yu Wenwen is the first person of the younger generation of the Dao Sect, I had a battle with her in Nanhe City many years ago, at that time, I was not as good as her, but it was not far away."

Yang Liu also put away his sword and stood quietly.

She felt that this feeling was so refreshing, many years ago, when she saw Shen Yu and this guy win a fight, she imagined countless times that after she went down the mountain, after fighting with someone, she could be as calm and breezy as him.

Today, after winning a battle with this Zen man, Yang Liu subconsciously learned from Shen Yu.

Clam up.

But the happiness in her heart still made it a little difficult for her to maintain this indifference, and the slightly trembling right hand showed Yang Liu's mood at the moment.

Hui Ke didn't notice the woman's right hand holding the sword, and continued, "Your body is connected to a certain heaven and earth, so you can have endless spiritual power, and when you are strong, you will be strong, even if I advance to the peak now, you will not be defeated."

Yang Liu looked up in surprise.

Hui Ke patted the smoke and dust all over his body, smiled, and said, "It seems that you don't know yet, you may be the strangest person in the Spirit Wilderness, I'm curious, who is behind you, is Dao Yan Zhenren?" Or Shen Yu?"

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