Shen Yu's tone was calm.

It's as if they're telling a very ordinary thing.

It can be heard in Hui Ke's ears, like thunder, and there are no huge waves in his heart.

The Zen man looked down at the delusional monk with disbelief in his eyes.

And many people outside Lingshan couldn't hear the earth-shattering conversation of a few people because of the big array, but from the change in the expression on Hui Ke's face, they still guessed something.

An envoy from the Upper Three Realms from Kunlun whispered: "Lingshan has fallen into a mist since the death of the Buddha, and has not shown its true face for thousands of years.

Yaochi, who was good friends with Kunlun, came to Lingshan this time It was an old woman who also stood up and said, "Daoist Shen Yu has seen it, and something big will happen wherever this guy goes, last time was my Yaochi's nightmare, this time, I'm afraid things are even bigger."

The voices of several people spread all around, and countless disciples all had complicated expressions, looking at the spiritual mountain in the distance.

They are also the younger generation of the Holy Land, and the gap between them and Shen Yu, Li Yi, Wan Jian Yi and other geniuses on the Lingyun List has opened an insurmountable gap.

Some people even have an irrepressible thought in their hearts.

It's just that at this time, everyone's minds were all attracted by the shocking battle in the spiritual mountain, and no one was distracted to think about it.

...

Yang Liu was dressed in white, holding a sword and standing in the air, like a fairy.

The sword qi in the field has dissipated.

"Three thousand years ago, the three of you were under the seat of Senior Brother like ants, and three thousand years later, you are still hiding in the secret realm of Lingshan like ants, no wonder your cultivation has not only made no progress for so many years, but even the previous ones have not even grown."

Yang Liu said softly.

Then a sword roar sounded in the sky, and a massive amount of spiritual energy boiled and rolled, but what surprised everyone was that.

Those huge auras were not injected into Yang Liu's sword body as they had imagined.

Instead, it poured into her body.

This slender and ethereal woman grew taller and taller, exuding an invincible momentum.

Because she is invincible.

The next moment.

A sword slashed horizontally towards the three of Dashizhi, the medicine master, and the Maha.

This sword was like a falling mountain, arrogant and domineering, with the power and spiritual power of this person who had just inherited all of Miaohua's cultivation realm, and slashed straight towards the three of them.

The simpler the sword posture, the more powerful it brings, and the more fierce all the moves will be.

This is the power possessed by the peak powerhouses of the Wonderland.

The Great Trend, the Medicine Master, and the Maha have already stepped into the Bodhisattva realm three thousand years ago, but they have never comprehended the Buddha realm in this life, and in desperation, they have to continue to condense their spiritual power.

The general trend is to inhale deeply.

The medicine man's expression was calm.

Maha glared angrily.

The expressions of the three of them in the face of this mortal sword were different, but the same thought rose in their hearts.

Comeuppance.

Three thousand years ago, they also attacked with all their might as they do now, wanting to kill Miaohua.

At that time, the realm, the power, and even the environment were no different.

...

Yang Liu's eyes were cold.

This sword was just an ordinary power for her, but now she was not a willow, not an iQue realm.

It is the Miaohua of the Buddha who once had a double holiday.

He is a genius who is second only to Taixuan in the world's realm cultivation.

The sword qi has arrived.

The three of them inhaled slowly, meditated, moved slightly, and then each held the Buddha treasure in their hands.

Rumble!

A shocking voice came from heaven and earth.

The countless empty peaks of Lingshan also echoed at the same time, like an earth dragon turning over.

It was only after these sounds that everyone could see that a clear white line was steady and continuous

Momentum in front of the three.

The next moment.

Red blood spurted out of the medicine man's mouth, and his figure flew backwards and slammed into a mountain wall.

The corners of Maha's mouth moved slightly, as if he was muttering.

The general trend is motionless.

Hui Ke, who was watching the battle from a distance, widened his eyes, and after a moment of shock, he saw the meaning.

He understood the sword of Yang Liu.

The antelope hangs its horns, and the sword is free.

If Yang Liu is the reincarnation of the Miaohua Patriarch, the sword in her hand is likely to be the Great Freedom Sword, and the sword move she casts is the secret sword of Buddhism that she practiced in the past.

Antelope hanging horns.

No trace can be found.

Hui Ke was shocked, and the only three remaining old faces of the Lingyin Temple were full of disbelief.

They knew that three thousand years ago, the patriarch had indeed scattered Miaohua's soul, and there would never be any trace of her in heaven and earth.

This is what the patriarch of Lingyin Temple said.

Watari would not doubt the words of the great disciple of the Buddha.

But now, this secret sword that only Miaohua can wield, is clearly and straightforwardly released on that woman.

So, is Yangliu really Miaohua?

The antelope hangs its horns on the sword, and then it vibrates violently in the air, and it is irregular.

One moment, there was a blood stain on the chest of the general trend, and the next moment, the right leg of the medicine master was picked open by a sword, and then Maha's left arm exploded, and a blood mist exploded in front of the three of them.

Yang Liu's natal sword was broken by Xun Ju many years ago.

And now, the long sword in her hand is like moonlight, giving people a desolate and mysterious feeling.

The general trend was so great that his body was shaken, and he desperately used the Buddhist meditation mantra to barely suppress the wave of sword qi that followed.

Similarly, the Buddha treasure in the hands of the three generations of Buddhist patriarchs is magnificent, although dazzling, but not so violent.

The brilliance changed with the blessing of power, enveloping his entire body.

The divine light of Buddhism fills the entire space.

The medicine man and Maha looked at each other, took a deep breath, and then moved and hid in the light.

Yang Liu's gaze was calm.

Ignoring the movements of the three of them, he just held the long sword with a suspended expression in his right hand, and then slightly swung out a sword qi.

This sword qi is as warm as a spring breeze, like a willow in February.

Then, in the next moment, the long sword in her right hand was slightly raised forward.

Rumble!

The empty peaks in the spiritual mountain resounded with a huge voice again, and with the sound of the voice, these thousand-foot high peaks collapsed with a bang.

The general trend faced by these sword qi was so great that the pupils of the three of them shrank, and their bodies retreated violently.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shen Yu looked into the distance, and looked deeper into the Lingshan Mountain.

"Incense, there will always be a time when it will break again."

Regarding the changes in Yang Liu, Shen Yu also saw it at the moment when she broke through the Spirit Mountain Great Array.

The wisp of divine thought that Taixuan saved casually back then was just a trace of Miaohua's obsession, and there was no hatred in it.

There is no resentment, and there is no unwillingness.

Some are just regrets about the cultivation of the Great Dao.

Three thousand years ago, Tai Xuan understood why Miaohua's divine thoughts only had these micro-emotions.

Three thousand years later, Shen Yu also understood what she was thinking.

Everything in the world, all things, has always been fetters and shackles, the identity of that genius, the identity of Dongwang Island, and the honor of the dual cultivation of Taoism and Buddha are just a stone on the road for Dao cultivation.

And the so-called future lord of Buddhism is only bigger.

Taixuan put this divine thought in the ancestral hall of Lingyin Temple, and Yang Liu came here and met that divine thought.

Then Miaohua borrowed Yang Liu's hand.

I want to ask the Heavenly Dao for the sword again.

The avenue of the world really has no end, and it is still blocked by you.

This sword, unimaginable.

The entire sky seemed to be bathed in a pale white light, and then the brilliant sword body disappeared in this heaven and earth, but the sword intent filled the heaven and earth.

Regretful.

Endless regrets.

This sword, Yang Liu didn't know why it was released.

Even relying only on the instinct of the body to exert it, without any divine thoughts, as if this sword existed in heaven and earth itself.

It's just to borrow her hand and show it to something more powerful.

That kind of mysterious and wonderful feeling makes Yang Liu intoxicated.

She had never seen such a natural and traceless sword, even in Cuizhu Peak, Shen Yu was not so chic and wanton and natural.

"Dao Sword"

Shen Yu muttered softly.

Miaohua finally slashed this sword three thousand years after his death.

In the distance, the empty mountain peaks continued to crumble and fall.

The three people who were blocking the front of this sword, Dashi Zhi, Maha, and Yakushi, did not make any sound.

The clouds of black gas were like morning mist, instantly scorched and disappeared by the rising sun.

There is no longer the existence of these three patriarchs of Buddhism in heaven and earth.

...

Hui Ke looked sluggish and asked softly, "You knew before that Yang Liu had the incense of Patriarch Miaohua, and you brought her here just to see this sword?"

Shen Yu said calmly, "It's not that I brought her here, but Miaohua has always been here." Look at the book

Shen Yu looked at the direction of the sword qi shock, and continued, "What she wants to know is, where are those people? Why is the realm of this world always stagnant, where have those so-called ascended people gone?"

The delirious monk not far away raised his eyebrows slightly, and his cloudy eyes had a look of surprise.

With his realm, he could naturally see Shen Yu's current situation, and in the entire Lingshan, except for himself and his senior brother, he knew that no one could understand why Miaohua would use this sword.

And the reason why the senior brother never appeared from beginning to end was to prevent this from happening.

Because all this has not yet come.

Hui Ke turned around, his face full of doubts, but after seeing the expression of the delusional monk, he was slightly stunned.

Uncle Shi, it seems to know.

As a Zen son of the Buddhist generation, he is also the first person of the younger generation of Lingyin Temple.

His status is not lower than that of the first seat of Duyu, and even in a sense, he can be the next generation of the host of the Lingyin Temple.

From Shen Yu's arrival here, to now, everything that has happened has been beyond his imagination, and everything has made him feel surprised, shocked and puzzled.

Those people, those patriarchs who suddenly appeared, it was as if everyone was covering up.

Covering up someone?

Or is it a cover-up?

And Shen Yu and that willow, as well as the Lu Wu demon beast that is transforming, they are here to uncover the secrets they are hiding.

Hui Ke had a hint of anger.

It's not that his meditation cultivation is not at home, but this feeling of not being trusted makes him feel that his Buddha, who is just a certain Buddha statue in the main hall of Lingyin Temple.

It is a symbol of Lingyin Temple.

No one really takes the Buddha as a thing, but just exalts him high.

A statue enjoying incense.