Shen Yu stood quietly in front of the stone wall, with the kind of wise light in his eyes that saw through everything in the world.

The cycle of life and death, through the ages.

The so-called cultivation is the cultivation of longevity.

Three thousand years ago, the Taixuan Dao Lord did not have immortality, so how could Yang Liu be immortal.

Even if it is the Buddha, the Taoist Ancestor, and the Confucian Sage, their Tao does not necessarily come to an end.

With the sudden sword of Yang Liu, the Lingshan Great Array was completely melted, and this Buddhist Sect Array, which was as famous as the Daoist Xuanwei Great Array, dissipated in this way.

The fog lifted.

Countless people have seen the true face of Lingshan clearly, except for emptiness, it is still empty.

Only a few people could see a handsome man standing beside the cliff, overlooking the entire Lingshan Mountain.

In the direction of the man's gaze, a divine and indifferent woman was suspended in the air, slashing towards three black air masses whose true faces could not be seen.

In a flash.

The four leaders of the Lingyin Temple suddenly got up and flew towards the depths of the Lingshan Mountain together.

Hui Ke was fluted first, and the next moment his figure disappeared instantly.

In front of the ruins of the pagoda, everyone had forgotten about Lu Wu, who was transforming, because everyone's minds were attracted by the sudden arrival of several strong men in front of them.

They had never seen anyone whose realm was already so high.

With a random sword, the Lingshan Great Array was broken, and you must know that the sword that also crossed thousands of miles before, but it only tightly broke a gap in the Great Array.

The first few seats of Lingyin Temple are clear, compared with the woman's sword later.

It's also a sword in Wonderland.

There is an insurmountable gap between the two.

The delusional monk was the first to come there, and where he was away from the sword qi, his figure suddenly stopped, even if he used all his Buddha power, he couldn't move forward half a step.

It's as if there's an invisible wall in the void.

"Impossible, impossible, how can that woman be her reincarnation, the body of an earth immortal, how can she be reincarnated?" There was a look of disbelief on the sword-like face of the Delusion Monk, and he muttered, "That Venerable died three thousand years ago, and the divine soul has been annihilated, and there should be no trace of her in the world, but why, she will come back!" …」

The mind of the delusional monk who had meditated for hundreds of years was now in chaos.

Shen Yu squinted slightly, saw the old monk's doubts, and said lightly, "If you live for a long time, you know a lot."

Shen Yu sensed that his body was locked by the four extremely powerful qi machines, and turned a blind eye to this, and continued: "That ancestor of Lingyin Temple has done many things, and he never thought that there would be cause and effect, and the most ridiculous thing is that people in the Buddhist sect are the best at talking about cause and effect..., for a false Buddha position, together with the closest relatives of the sect, can be killed."

The monk was silent.

Suddenly, a sharp tone came.

"What kind of thing are you, it's your turn to talk about my Buddhism."

This sentence made the temperature drop to freezing in an instant, and Shen Yu turned his head slightly to look at the person who spoke.

The next moment.

The wind was howling, and the spiritual energy within a radius of ten miles was instantly empty, and the spiritual power of heaven and earth was extremely scattered.

A terrifying sword aura slashed head-on at the monk who spoke from above.

Before the sword move arrived, the monk no longer had the previous wanton angry demeanor, and he didn't even dare to resist, his whole body turned straight and fled towards the void in the distance.

"Lord Willow...!"

Hui Ke, who had just come here, looked at the scene in front of him and said in surprise.

That old monk is the first of the four precepts of Lingyin Temple, and he calls him Uncle Crossing the Sea.

However, the sword momentum did not stop for half a minute.

The sword qi still pierced the sky, chasing after the figure of the monk crossing the sea.

Rumble!

Leading to a node beyond the Spirit Mountain, there was a loud roar and explosion, accompanied by an irrepressible muffled grunt of pain.

The aura of disorder in the whole space came to his face.

The monk who crossed the sea, life and death are unknown.

Air instantaneous

The room was quiet.

Huike's pupils widened, and her face was full of disbelief.

The monk lowered his eyebrows, and he couldn't see any expression.

After a sword, one of the only four remaining heads of the Lingyin Temple in the Holy Land of the Spirit Desolation actually fell in such a way.

Even many people didn't see how that sword appeared, but only slightly sensed some small aura change in heaven and earth.

What a realm of combat power this is.

Seeing this scene, the envoys from the nine holy lands, the disciples of the Lingyin Temple, and countless people all looked sluggish.

The one who died was a Bodhisattva realm Buddhist powerhouse, and many people even clearly remember that more than ten years ago, the monk who crossed the sea came to the east and fought with a fairyland powerhouse in Liubo Mountain for ten days and ten nights.

No one would think that the power of the Buddha Bodhisattva Realm would be weaker than that of the Immortal Realm, or the martial arts of the True Realm.

However, what shocked them was that when such a strong man faced a sword, he did not choose to fight, but chose to flee.

It is to know that the cultivation of the bodhisattva realm cannot be defeated.

That's why he wanted to escape, and the performance of the monk crossing the sea made the woman named Yang Liu even more unfathomable.

Many people even felt that even the head of the Dao Sect, or the city lord of the Blue Emperor City, was compared to it.

It's going to be a little worse.

Only a few people who knew Yang Liu's identity were more puzzled in their eyes.

Yang Liu, a disciple of the Dao Sect who was only in the Divine Journey Realm and was not well-known before, why did he change so much in a short period of time.

Cultivation for combat power has always taken time to accumulate.

This exaggerated ascension has surpassed their perceptions.

The woman didn't pay attention to the life and death of the monk who crossed the sea in the distance, and her body moved slightly, standing beside the handsome man.

"My name is Willow."

The solemnity, sacredness, and indifference of the woman disappeared after the words fell, and it was still like the gentleness of watering flowers and weeding in Feilai Peak every day.

My name is Yang Liu, and this sentence represents her identity, not the genius who was gifted and cultivated both Taoism and Buddhism three thousand years ago.

Even though she also just knew the name three thousand years ago.

Miaohua.

Shen Yu's expression was calm and he asked, "Choose to be a willow?"

Yang Liu nodded and said seriously, "Senior Brother Shen, Feilai Peak is better, there is no such good scenery in other places."

She glanced at the three scattered black mist in front of her, the only remaining first seat in the Lingyin Temple, and the countless disciples outside the Lingyin Mountain.

Then he said, "Whoever dares to be disrespectful to me will be killed."

The tone was calm, as if he was saying something for granted.

But many people think of Fang Cai, this woman killed the god with a sword, and beheaded the Lingyin Temple monk who crossed the sea, and then broke through the Lingshan Great Array.

A few people who were just about to speak hurriedly shut up, lowering their heads and not daring to look again.

"Miaohua, I didn't expect that after three thousand years, I would be reincarnated like this, back then you cultivated the ruthless way, look at you today, what is the difference between you and an ordinary woman."

A sarcastic voice broke the silence.

The black mist suspended in mid-air not only distorted and struggled, but finally transformed into a face like a demon, and the black pupils were depressing.

Yang Liu's eyebrows were slightly raised, and his eyes looked at Shen Yu.

Shen Yu smiled: "Yang Liu Miaohua is all you, what are you still hesitating about."

The words fell.

There was a slight tremor in the air.

Yang Liu just stretched out one finger and pressed it lightly forward.

A breeze rises.

The aura between heaven and earth instantly turned into countless sword intents, pouring into the air from all directions, covering the sky and the sun.

The sword intent unleashed by this finger was even more powerful than the sword that had slashed the sea-crossing monk before.

In the face of this heaven-shattering sword intent, Maha in the black mist did not resist in the slightest, and even had a somewhat calm face.

The same expression appeared on the faces of Dashi Zhi and the pharmacist.

Three thousand years ago, they didn't kill Miaohua, then three thousand years later

, she came back.

They are the ones who died.

Originally, they thought that even if Miaohua was reincarnated, that all-permeable cultivation would also dissipate.

But the moment they saw her, Dashizhi, Yakushi, and Maha completely lost any resistance at all.

They didn't even know why this woman had suddenly awakened Miaohua's memory, and even passed down all of that person's cultivation realm.

Shen Yu looked at the young monk who was puzzled on the side.

Puzzlement, shock, fear, anger and other complex emotions surfaced on the face of this Buddhist Zen man.

Shen Yu thought for a moment and said, "The so-called rebirth in the world is actually all about taking away the house, I once went to the academy, although I didn't see the dean, but I was lucky to stay there for some days, read some books, and asked some questions."

Hui Ke raised his head, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.

He knew that Yang Liu and Shen Yu were together, both from the Taoist Sect, and even took the two of them to Lingyin Temple and met the bitter monk.

It is also because of him that such a great thing happened in Lingyin Temple, including the entire Lingshan Mountain.

The bitter monk died, the uncle who crossed the sea died, and even the souls of the three patriarchs who had escaped in the depths of Lingshan for nearly 3,000 years were about to collapse.

All this is because of the man in front of him with a delicate face and an indifferent expression.

In the end, he is friends with himself.

Or an enemy.

Hui Ke's clenched right hand loosened, and then quickly clenched it again.

"You don't know about Yang Liu's previous life three thousand years ago, but your uncles and ancestors know very well, they think that if she breaks off her few divine souls, she can't be reincarnated, and she can't even take it away."

Hui Ke didn't speak, but listened carefully.

Several leaders in the audience also listened solemnly.

Shen Yu continued: "There are two places in the Spirit Wilderness that are most proficient in the art of seizing abandonment, one is in Dongwang Island, where qi practitioners in ancient times have a secret technique called Turning Knowledge."

Hui Ke muttered thoughtfully, "Transfer?"

"The form is separated from the body, the wisdom is clear, the consciousness is deformed, the same as the avenue, just like the predecessors..."

Shen Yu said a sentence at will, this is the record he saw in the academy about the art of transferring knowledge on Dongwang Island, and in order to heal his wounds, he had read almost all the books on Yujing Mountain.

This should be a secret technique that belongs to Dongwang Island, and Shen Yu was also quite surprised when he saw it for the first time.

You must know that the Taixuan Daoist was a scholar of heaven and man, and he already knew a lot about some secret techniques on Dongwang Island.

Compared with the books on Yujing Mountain in the academy, it is still a little worse.

This change of acquaintance surprised him a little.

At that time, he asked the master where this art of transfer came from.

Old Master Qi replied angrily: "A few tattered books, the old immortal of Dongwang Island was hidden in a turtle shell like a treasure, the dean asked him to borrow it for a look, but he still refused, and in the end, he was annoyed, and he stunned the guy with a slap and snatched it back."

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