From beginning to end, what Jun Mo wanted to do was to overthrow the rule of the Hanging Temple over the underground world, but at the moment, what he wanted to do most was to go to the cliff and take away the chessboard left by the Buddha - because Ning Que is now trapped in the chessboard, life and death are unknown, because Ning Que is his little junior brother.

There are countless temples in that majestic mountain, unknown Buddha formations, and there are even strong Buddhist sects like Qinian and Precept Elder, he didn't think he could break through, so he took the rebellious serfs to the wilderness and kept killing them, taking advantage of the situation to lure Qinian and Precept Elder here.

As long as he can get past these four people, Jun Mo will be able to go straight to the peak, if he can kill these four people, it will naturally be a better thing, because whether he can take the chessboard or not, destroying Buddha has become the most important part of his life, and it will always continue.

It was only at this time that Qi Nian understood why the fighting style of the rebels had changed so much in the past these days, the marching route was no longer strange, and they were extremely brave and rushed towards the bottom of the peak - completely ignoring the strength of the rebels, even if they killed the bottom of the peak, they could only be annihilated in the end - it turned out that this was knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, they wanted to lure the tiger in the mountain to Pingyang, what Jun Mo wanted to do was to go into the mountain to grab the chessboard!

Looking at the serf rebels who retreated like the ebb tide of the sea, Qi Nian was silent, knowing that he and the three precept elders might not be able to stop Jun Mo on his own.

In the previous battle, Jun Mo had completely grasped the strength comparison between the two sides, and he was very confident that he would be able to cross this barrier, otherwise he would not let those who followed him withdraw first.

If it was in the mountain peak, or on that mountain road, Qi Nian was confident that even if Jun Mo became stronger, with the help of more than 10,000 monks in the Hanging Temple, he would not be able to prevent him from stepping on the stone steps.

Now the wilderness is so open. How to stop it?

Qi Nian's face was pale, but the love in his eyes was very calm, looking at Jun Mo who was walking towards him slowly, looking at the iron sword he was holding in his left hand, and taking a deep breath of the slightly cold autumn wind.

The monk's robe danced wildly, because of the sudden autumn wind, he just took a deep breath, and the countless autumn winds between heaven and earth all entered between his lips. Begin to wash the Buddha's heart without stopping.

In this way, heaven and earth naturally sensed, and there were silky clouds floating in the blue sky, and those clouds were pulled more slender, as if they were pulling sugar threads.

The weeds within a mile of the surroundings suddenly bent down and fell to the ground. As if worshipping, revealing the white bones and dusty gems that do not know whether humans or beasts, they are constantly rolling by the wind.

The stream flowing between the abandoned sand and gold fields was so shallow and clear, but at this time, the frenzied autumn wind blew countless scaly ripples, and the mud and sand at the bottom of the stream were muddy.

Seven thoughts open the lips. It is a closed-mouth meditation that has been practiced for 20 years.

The Zen method is silent, and the lips are naturally silent, only a wisp of breeze slowly swims out from between the lips, and this breeze is so gentle. Those compassions, there is a faint sandalwood in the middle.

In the endless autumn wind, find the gentle meaning of the spring breeze, this is the ability to close your mouth and Zen. The light sandalwood and the clear smell of the wind do not blend together, and they are blindly calm.

The Dharma is silent. It's not really silent.

Listening to the thunder in the silent place, there is a thunderous Buddha roar, which is contained in the sandalwood slowly sent out by the breeze, just like a rainstorm always accumulates in the thick clouds like cotton.

When the thick clouds suddenly disperse, there will be torrential rain, there will be thunder, and the roar of the Buddha will suppress Jun Mo on this desolate wilderness, and at the same time notify the monks in the hanging temple between the peaks.

Breathing is the most frequent and forgettable action of the human body, so it is natural and fast, and in Buddhism, breathing is also a measure of time, which is extremely short.

Between breaths, the seven thoughts activated the great supernatural powers of the Buddha, who can be faster than him?

Jun Mo's sword is faster than breathing, faster than the autumn wind, faster than the rainstorm, it doesn't take a breath, just a blink of an eye, and it comes to Qi Nian's body, in front of his eyes, and in front of his lips!

This iron sword seems to be faster than it didn't make a sound!

Jun Mo's sword came a foot in front of Qi Nian's body.

Jun Mo's sword is Jun Mo.

Qi Nian naturally came to Jun Mo's body one foot in front of him.

Starting from Liu Bai, the sword path in the world has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the lonely and invincible sword saint can only really think about turning that day over in the end, and then die.

But the true meaning of his sword path remained in the world, and began to radiate brilliance in the hands of many people, the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, Ning Que, and Ye Hongyu, they all had Liu Bai's sword in their hands.

The person who is most qualified to inherit Liu Bai's kendo, and may even go further, is, of course, Jun Mo, who is Liu Bai's strongest opponent in kendo in his life, and naturally he is also a confidant.

Sang Sang couldn't avoid a foot in front of Liu Bai's body, he could only connect with his own world, so how many people could avoid a foot in front of Jun Mo's body? At least Qi Nian couldn't do it.

Qi Nian knew that he couldn't avoid this sword, so from the beginning, he didn't think about avoiding this sword, he just blew lightly towards the iron sword.

Or that gentle breeze, from the beautiful spring, but it is not the condensed autumn wind, during which there is the true meaning of Buddhism, the reincarnation of all things withering and rebirth, can be a qiē killing machine in the world.

Jun Mo's iron sword couldn't move forward because he couldn't pierce the cycle of life.

The sword in front couldn't fall, he turned his wrist, and the iron sword and the wisp of wind touched away, flipped abruptly in the air without a trace of autumn wind, and a sword slashed straight towards Qi Nian's neck.

The iron sword broke through the wind and roared, Qi Nian's eyes suddenly brightened, like a jewel on the Buddha statue, he still couldn't avoid this sword, so he still didn't dodge, the right hand that was in front of him before, I don't know when it came to the face, the three fingers naturally drooped lightly, and the two fingers seemed to have not touched, like holding a flower of nothingness, facing the blade of the sword.

The iron sword is generous, there is no edge, but there is a sharp edge, the invisible flower between the fingers of the seven thoughts, but there is a quiet Zen, this flower is not a flower in the world, even in the spring breeze does not invite the bee to fall, so the sword edge is difficult to fall.

The iron sword was gently grasped by Qi Nian's fingers.

Jun Mo collects the sword, this action seems simple, but in fact it represents an extremely shocking realm, can go and go in the fingers of the flowers, ignoring the false and the true, how many people in the world can do it?

The frontal sword was cast in vain, and Jun Mo's expression was still calm. With a flick of his right sleeve, he took a step forward to the right, and the iron sword he held in his left hand was swept behind him by the sleeve wind, and then he slapped Qi Nian's cheek with his backhand.

It's a sword, it's a sword, it's all a sword anyway, see how you can block it.

The seven thoughts can't be stopped, they can only be hard-connected, and the Buddha's light blooms. The Dharma Body of the Immovable Ming King appeared again in the wilderness, and then in an instant it entered his body, never to be seen again.

If you can't see it, it doesn't mean that you don't exist, and the Dharma body of the immovable Ming King is retracted by the seven thoughts, from this moment on. It is no longer a Dharma body outside the body, but a body like a Dharma body, and his physical body is as strong as a vajra.

The iron sword landed heavily on Qi Nian's cheek.

There was a crisp snap, like a loud slap.

An extremely clear red mark appeared on Qi Nian's cheek, which really looked like he had been slapped in the face.

Then his face swelled at a rate visible to the naked eye, and nine of the strongest teeth were slapped off and shattered into splinters. It spread in his mouth, blood running down the corners of his lips.

As long as the body does not become a Buddha in the flesh like the first seat of the Sutra, it is not bad to really cultivate into Vajra. There is no reason why Jun Mo's sword can't be smashed,

Qi Nian felt very painful, and he felt very humiliated.

He is a Buddhist walking and a true generation powerhouse recognized in the cultivation world. And today, it is Jun Mo, a figure of the same generation. How can it not be humiliated to be defeated in such an almost contemptuous way?

Because of the pain and humiliation, his Zen heart was unsettled, and he began to tremble, and the corners of his lips overflowing with blood began to twitch, and the wisps of fresh wind blowing from his lips were unsustainable, scattering into a ball to protect the door.

Although he was very angry, he clearly knew that if he didn't protect the most dangerous face, Jun Mo's next sword would most likely directly smash his head into pieces.

Jun Mo didn't continue to attack, because the three precept elders were ready to make a move behind Qi Nian at this time, he just wanted to break through into the mountain, and he didn't want to stay here for a long time.

The blood-colored monk's robe fluttered slightly, Jun Mo rose into the air, stepped on the top of Qi Nian's head with his right foot, and forcibly interrupted the second closed meditation he was preparing, falling among the three precept elders.

The three precept elders sit in three places to form a zigzag, and the distance between them is exactly the same, which is the standard number of three or three, which is the number of the Buddha's principles.

The elder who cultivated to the highest realm sat in front of the direction leading to the bottom of the peak, that is, before Jun Mo's path, if Jun Mo wanted to go up the mountain, he had to cross this person before Qi Nian turned around.

Before the elder came the iron sword.

The precept elder looked slightly grim, and the rosary in his hand exuded luster, and he dragged the iron sword.

The other two elders began to chant the scriptures.

Jun Mo stretched out his hand to hold the iron sword, and the rosary suddenly collapsed, turning into a sky full of Buddha beads.

The elders of the precepts broke off in unison.

The string of prayer beads exploded in an instant, and the Buddha's power shrouded the field.

Jun Mo swept up, stepped on the top of the elder's head, jumped high, and then landed on the ground in the distance.

He rushed over with complete unreasonableness.

The supernatural powers in those Buddha beads all fell on him.

The Discipline Elder looked at Jun Mo who was sweeping forward at high speed in the wilderness, looking at the new blood flowing out of his body, knowing that he must have been extremely seriously injured, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Didn't really make a sword, just left?

Would you rather be injured than stop fighting?

Is this still the proud and conceited Jun Mo?

In the desolate wilderness, the blood-colored monk's robes fluttered in the autumn wind, and Jun Mo was like a shock, taking advantage of the momentum of the vitality of heaven and earth, and swept to the extreme distance in an instant, rushing towards the mountain peak.

He is still the proud Jun Mo.

But he was just confident and never conceited.

No matter what kind of strong enemy he encounters, he will not be afraid, anyway, he will pass with a sword.

But when the need arises, he can ignore his pride for a while.

If he wants to grab that chessboard, he has to take advantage of the fact that Qi Nian and the three precept elders are not in the peak, and rush to the peak, all he needs is time, and he can ignore anything else.

Of course, this doesn't mean that he doesn't care about today's injuries, but he will talk about it later.

In the future, on the battlefield, he believed that he would still meet Qi Nian, and he would also meet the three leaders of the Discipline Academy, and they would all meet again anyway, and they would naturally have another sword when the time came.

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(Today's chapter is this, tomorrow's three chapters, I wish you all a happy mood and good health.) ）