In addition to something that has been hidden and not released, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows are Ning Que's most powerful means, surpassing the majestic Haoran Qi in his body, it is precisely by relying on the Yuan Thirteen Arrows that he has always faced a powerful enemy whose realm is a whole level higher than himself in the past, so that he can find hope in despair, and even make the opponent desperate.

With the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, in the depths of the wasteland, he just entered the Cave Xuan Realm and destroyed Longqing with one arrow, and Ye Hongyu, who entered the Knowing Destiny Realm, was entangled for a long time, if there were no Yuan Thirteen Arrows today, in the face of Master Baoshu and Cheng Ziqing, the two strong men in the Knowing Destiny Realm, he had no other way but to admit defeat.

In the past, the enemy had different methods to deal with the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, Ye Hongyu relied on the meticulous and terrifying calculation in the battle, Longqing relied on the unique experience to anticipate the enemy, Master Baoshu relied on the Buddha's relic Yu Lan Ling to save his life, and Cheng Ziqing even broke the natal sword, and this method can only be used once.

However, the method used by Qi Nian is to forcibly distort the space with the sound of the ancient temple bell, which is a powerful means that no one can imagine, is this the highest level of the cultivation world?

No matter how strong the willpower is, people should be desperate at this time, but Ning Que still doesn't, he once again pulls his bow like a full moon that never exists in this world, keenly captures the imperceptible moment in the rhythm of the reverberation of the ancient temple bells, releases the bowstring in an instant, and shoots another arrow.

This time, the Yuan Thirteen Arrows found the gap in the rhythm of the bell, which was equivalent to finding the space that was still smooth and real in the distorted space in front of the hall!

In the face of this arrow, Qi Nian's expression was calm and resolute, and his body remained unmoved. Meditation moves again.

Two extremely deep Buddha door breaths, inducing endless heaven and earth breaths, were born in the air beside him, and then closed in front of him like two heavy ancient temple mountain gates.

Iron arrows shot into the viscous watery air, revealing a figure like black lightning.

The speed of the iron arrow drops sharply, rubbing against the air at high speed. There was a palpitating screech, and the arrow burned, emitting a pungent burnt smell. Then finally it comes to a standstill.

The iron arrow was silently suspended in the air, three feet away from Qi Nian's face.

Qi Nian's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Iron arrows fell from the sky.

didn't wait for this iron arrow to fall to the ground, Ning Que's third arrow came again.

The Seven Thoughts can no longer be resisted by Zen alone. The hands that had been hanging in the kapok robe took up two afterimages and closed them in front of their chests, thinking that they were Buddha's rituals.

The invisible mountain gate in front of him, which was formed by the breath of Buddhism pulling the vitality of heaven and earth, closed even tighter.

The iron arrow shot fiercely into the invisible breath mountain gate.

A tangible ripple appeared in the air in front of the temple, and then passed in all directions in a circle.

The iron arrow was in the very center of the ripples in those circles.

Every ripple is an impact.

Qi Nian's resolute face changed color slightly, then pale, then reddish, and then pale again. In an instant, he changed four times in a row, exactly the same number of times the iron arrow set off ripples in the air in front of him.

Ning Lacks the fourth arrow.

This iron arrow was unimaginably accurate enough to hit the tail of the third iron arrow.

The two arrows collided, making a crisp iron sound.

This iron arrow. It was like the extremely heavy iron hammer held by the sixth senior brother in his hand, smashing it the chopping board, and smashing the third iron arrow deep into the air in front of Qi Nian!

Seven thoughts of Zen heart slightly shocked.

He lifted his heels, and the worn kapok robe danced in the wind, sweeping backwards.

The straw sandals on his feet rubbed against the bluestone ground and spread out. Leaves three feet of grass clippings on the ground.

At this time, the second iron arrow shot by Ning Que had just fallen to the ground, making a soft clanging sound.

The voice sounded, and the Seven Thoughts Zen heart was restrained, and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips.

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Buddhism walked in the world, and he was actually injured under the thirteen arrows of Yuan!

The people in the back temple were shocked and speechless when they looked at this scene.

Qi Nian looked at Ning Que quietly, his expression was a little solemn, but his eyes became complicated.

Some pity, some regret, some pity.

Ning Que didn't know what the monk was thinking.

He just wanted to kill the monk.

So he didn't stop, ready to continue to fire the fifth arrow.

Just as he was wound up.

Seven thoughts moved again.

This time, his thoughts were no longer on defense, but on attack.

The attack of mercy is still an attack.

This is the first time that Qi Nian has really made a move today.

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A Buddha statue appeared in front of Ning Que's eyes.

He knew that this was his spiritual world.

The meditation of the seven thoughts has come to the sea of consciousness.

Ning Que knew how powerful his mind was, so even though he knew that since this Buddhist sect was walking with seven thoughts as the Dharma name, his natural Zen thoughts were amazing, but he was still not afraid.

He was ready to use his mental power to mercilessly crush the other party's Zen thoughts, inflicting a heavy blow on the other party, and even prepared to launch a counterattack with this Zen thoughts.

The next moment, however, he found himself having lost all the fighting powers.

It's not that there is no will to fight, but there is no ** to fight.

In front of the golden Buddha statue, full of compassion and peace, it is not only fighting**, but also fighting for the good and violent...... All the negativity seems to have disappeared.

Looking at the Buddha sitting between heaven and earth in front of him, Ning Que's state of mind was peaceful, and he couldn't give birth to any fighting spirit at all.

Faintly, a voice kept ringing in his ears.

"Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground. ”

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Ning Que had previously told Master Baoshu in the hall that he did not believe in Buddhism.

Some people in the academy read Buddhist scriptures, and even some senior brothers have practiced Buddhism, but if you really want to look at the deepest depths, no one in the back mountains believes in Buddhism, and no one even looks down on Buddhism.

This deep-rooted concept started with the junior uncle, and then carried forward with the second senior brother.

Ning Que followed the little uncle, worshiped the second senior brother, and inherited the legacy of Master Liansheng, who regarded Buddhism as a turtle. Therefore, even if he learned Buddhism in the Ranke Temple, cultivated the mantra mudra, and was moved by Master Qishan, it was still impossible for him to believe in Buddhism in his bones, and he still maintained a contemptuous attitude.

Even if there is a Buddha who dares to stop in front of him, he will shoot an arrow and cut it with a knife. What's more, the brilliant Buddha statue that appeared in front of him now was just a fake Buddha.

There is a law in the world. Faith is the foundation.

Unbelief is the basis for breaking the law.

Ning Que looked back at Sang Sang, who was weakly lying on his shoulder.

If there is a Buddha, this is the true Buddha.

Then he looked into his hands.

Instead of a butcher's knife, he held an iron bow in his hand.

So he straightened up. Draw the bow again.

In the deepest part of this world.

There was a faint sound of Master Rinpoche's satisfied laughter.

Before the iron arrow, the majestic Buddha statue gradually disappeared.

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In the Rotten Ke Temple, only a moment has passed.

Ning Que paused slightly, and the fifth arrow was finally shot.

Qi Nian's expression was slightly different, and then he realized that the disciples of the academy were all crazy unbelievers, and he couldn't help but sigh silently.

Ning Que's fifth arrow did not have a sharp arrow cluster, but a small iron can.

In the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple, the small iron cans have been used too much.

Previously in the hall, in order to deal with the treasure tree master. He used another one.

This is the last one.

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The air waves splashed and roared like thunder.

The monks on the stone lawn of the back temple were staggered by the air waves, but they still maintained the posture of Heshi, and kept chanting and reading the scriptures.

The front beam of the Buddha hall was hit again. There was a clicking sound, and there were signs of collapse.

The extremely thick invisible mountain gate in the air was finally blasted through.

Countless sharp pieces of iron whistled past Qi Nian's body, whistling in.

The worn-out kapok robe became more and more dilapidated.

Qi Nian's body had countless more bloody mouths. Bloody.

However, his expression remained calm and resolute.

Ning Que pulled the bow again, his hands were already starting to tremble a little, but his voice did not tremble a little: "I don't believe in evil, naturally I don't believe in Buddhism, if you don't really make a move, then I want to try to see if I can shoot you." ”

And at this moment, the bell suddenly rang behind the carriage!

The Treasure Tree Master, who had a broken arm, struggled to kneel in a pool of blood, and his fingers touched the Yu Lan Bell!

The bells in the temple are loud.

The Buddha's light, which had descended from the peak of Mount Wa, became thicker and thicker, and landed on the black carriage.

In the carriage, the surface of the big black umbrella became thinner and thinner, and the umbrella bones began to tremble and creak.

Under the supreme Buddha's might, it was the first time that the black umbrella revealed a feeling of fear.

Sangsang vomited blood again.

Ning Que's face turned pale, Huo Ran turned around, and shot an arrow towards the hall.

However, this arrow was shot at Qi Nian's body!

I don't know when Qi Nian entered the Buddha hall.

He sat cross-legged in front of Master Baoshu, his eyes slightly lowered and his expression compassionate.

The black iron arrow was piercing deep into his chest.

The tail of the arrow was still trembling and swinging at high speed, humming softly.

The seven thoughts remained unchanged, as if they could not feel pain.

What's even more puzzling is that the powerful Yuan Thirteen Arrows couldn't shoot through this monk's body!

"Immovable King Dharma Body!"

Master Qishan leaned on the arms of the Guanhai monk, looking at the iron arrow on Qi Nian's chest, he looked extremely weak, but his eyes were extremely shocked, and he muttered: "Ning Que, he has cultivated the Dharma Body of King Ming...... Give it up. ”

Qi Nian raised his head, looked at Ning Que quietly, and shook his head.

He still didn't speak, but Ning Que understood what he meant.

"You're a lot stronger than the rumors, but you can't shoot me. ”

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Master Baoshu sat in a pool of blood, his face pale but firm, and with his remaining arms, he kept shaking the copper bell.

Buddha Guang is great, Sang Sang on Ning Que's back keeps vomiting blood, the blood in her body seems to have been vomited, and now the blood spit out is black, thick like ink.

Ning Que pulled the string and aimed at the treasure tree, his face was pale, his fingers trembled slightly, and the bowstring that was close to his lips trembled slightly, cutting an extremely thin bloody hole on his lips.

Between him and the treasure tree, sat cross-legged a monk named Qi Nian.

Just entered the realm of knowing fate, you can force the world of Buddhism to this situation, and force the other party to ask for the Dharma body at the expense of the Buddha's heart, which is something worthy of anyone's pride, in a sense, today's battle finally proves that the academy defeated the Buddhism, and he did not disgrace the academy.

But if the ending can't be changed, then what's the point of all the qiē?

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