After receiving the edict of the Buddha, the royal court of the right tent sent reinforcements as quickly as possible - being able to go to the legendary Buddha country was a great honor and an opportunity that could not be missed for the grassland barbarians who sincerely believed in Buddhism.

The monks and soldiers who led the way in front looked extremely grim, different from the nobles who went away with joy in the royal court, they were more sober, and the hanging temple, which had always been high up, actually asked for help from the world, which can only show that the situation in the Buddha country has become very difficult now, and it has reached a time of real danger.

The bottom of the sinkhole in the wasteland was as gloomy as it had been for countless years, but now there were many more bonfires in the wilderness, and the fires spread a yellow, warm light, which lit up the underworld-like world a lot, and pointed the way for the poor people who were lost in the night, attracting more and more companions.

Jun Mo stood in front of a meadow far away from the fire, looking at the towering giant peak hundreds of miles away, without any expression on his face. Compared with those years, he was much thinner, his handsome cheeks were much darker, his empty sleeves swayed in the wind, and his slightly green stubble was as hard as a sword.

The first three years, the last three years, he lived here for a long time, fought for a long time, and fought endlessly, these eight words are not enough to describe what he has experienced.

But no one knew how tired he really was, for no one had ever seen any negative feelings of exhaustion or frustration in his calm countenance.

The giant peaks are still as majestic and dangerous, and among the dense woods, those yellow temples are still as solemn and solemn as in those past years. The bell rings at dusk every morning and is still so far away, and the Hanging Temple is still high above, as if nothing has changed.

Flames of rage burned from the edge of the subterranean fields to the bottom of the peaks, and the angry rebels slain here countless times before being beaten back as if they could never succeed. But in fact, many things have changed, and there is no way to go back to the past, such as the Daxiong Treasure Hall destroyed by Sangsang has not been rebuilt, and the Buddha chessboard that she threw into the underground magma hot river is destined to never see the light of day again.

A lot of people have already died. And people are constantly dying. Whether it was the monks of the Hanging Temple, the nobles of the tribe and the armed forces loyal to them, or the angry serf rebels with wooden sticks and bone sticks, they were all dying—the bells were all death knells. Where is the distance?

Jun Mo looked at Pranyo Peak. Look at the high cliffs between the peaks. Looking at the body left by the Buddha, he was silent and resolute. He didn't know when he would be able to lead the people to the top of Prajna Peak. Burn those yellow temples to ashes, but he thought, keep it up, maybe there will be a day.

The empty sleeve tube was blown around by the wind, occasionally lifted and then screwed in one place, Jun Mo looked sideways, ready to untie it, but an arrow shot in the fog in front of him, he used the iron sword with his backhand, frowned slightly, and a former slave girl stepped forward to untie it for him.

This uprising has been going on for many years, and the wildfires have long been burning all over the field, Jun Mo knows that the Hanging Temple will definitely no longer care about the mystery of the Buddha country and the loftiness of faith in the end, and will ask for help from the forces of the world, or the moon wheel or the right tent royal court.

The situation he faces will become very difficult, and he may never be able to lead the slaves out of the underground in search of their true home.

But so what? He's done it, and he's still doing it.

Scholar...... Or you can not win, but you can't help but Hongyi.

He lowered his head a little tiredly, not wanting to be seen by the people around him.

He is the second senior brother of the academy, far away from the Central Plains all these years, fighting silently underground where no one knows, and is gradually forgotten by the world. He used to be the most polite and the most important in manners, but now he is wearing a tattered monk's robe and stepping on tattered leather boots, how can he still have the demeanor of the past?

But people who are qualified to know what he is doing, where can they dare to despise him, even if he is cut off by Liu Bai, there is no possibility of breaking through the Five Realms, even if he is far away from the Central Plains, his every move can still affect the entire world, all the way to the edge of the continent.

——The Hanging Temple is now being burned by the wildfire of the rebel army, where can it still participate in the war in the world? The Yuelun Kingdom and the Right Tent Royal Court, where can they still pose a threat to the Tang Kingdom? Daomen and Buddhism can no longer join forces to deal with the academy as they did back then-The situation in the human world has undergone a lot of changes since the silence, and it is only Jun Mo who has caused these changes.

With only one left hand and only one iron sword, he fended off a third of the enemies for the Tang Kingdom. Thinking about it this way, what he did was really remarkable, it was great for the underground humans who had been enslaved by the Buddha Sect for countless years, and it was also great for the Tang Kingdom.

It is difficult to find words to describe what Jun Mo has done over the years, to describe his great achievements and great achievements, if you don't care about the meaning of the words, or the word magnificent is the most appropriate.

Jun Mo is not likable, he is not smiling, his expression is strict, he likes to use sticks to educate his fellow students in the academy, and he doesn't even know how to express his likeness, so he is not like a senior brother, nor is he like Chen Pipi, who is a collection of thousands of favors.

Jun Mo likes to reason with enemies, but in fact, those truths don't make any sense, so every time those enemies think of him, they will feel a headache.

But Jun Mo is magnificent.

Jun Mo has the blue sea and blue sky in his eyes, and a strong chest in his arms, and he disdains to know how high the sky is and how thick the ground is, so he is still the sea and the sky.

It is precisely because of his magnificence that Jun Mo does not think that he is fighting alone, which is probably where people like Long Qing can never reach him.

He had subordinates, he had followers, from dozens to hundreds and thousands, and now all over the mountains, and he insisted that they were all companions, fellow travelers.

Thousands of soldiers who were silently stationed in the camp behind Jun Mo, the first to follow him, is the core force of the current rebels, in these years of fighting, the slaves who used to only know how to grow barley and herd sheep have gradually become stronger, and they have only held the hand of the farm tool, and now they hold the weapon so steadily.

Their will is extremely strong, and they can remain calm no matter what kind of unexpected situations they encounter on the battlefield, and they will not despair or even have the idea of surrendering because of a momentary defeat.

They are all very similar to Jun Mo, or their spiritual temperament is very similar to Jun Mo. They all have big chests and noble feelings.

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In this battle in the cold winter, the tens of thousands of rebels led by Jun Mo successfully broke through the defense line of the nobles' armed forces and came to the foot of the Prannyo Peak, as they had often done in the past years - not a single volunteer army rejoiced because of this, because the past history has long proven that it is difficult for them to hold out here for too long. This place is too close to the thousands of temples in the Prajna Peak, and the monks in the Hanging Temple can make timely support in the face of the surprise attack of the strong people of the Buddhist Sect. The insurgents have no better way to cope. Jun Mo is only one person after all.

But they still did not hesitate to sacrifice many people and broke through here strongly, even if they might have to take the initiative to withdraw tomorrow, because this is Jun Mo's request. He wanted to prove the tenacity of the rebels to the Hanging Temple. Or figure out guò victory. Reinvigorate the rebels whose morale was a little low?

Only Jun Mo himself knew the reason, and even he couldn't confirm whether his thoughts were correct. Can it echo thousands of miles away?

At the bottom of the peak, behind tens of thousands of armored nobles, there are thousands of monks in the hanging temple with fluttering robes, there are strong arhats from the precept institute, and above the stone steps of the mountain road, there is a real strong man with a resolute expression: the Buddha Sect walks seven thoughts.

"You can't go up the mountain and force your attack, what's the point of only increasing the number of dead and wounded? Heaven has the virtue of a good life, my Buddha is merciful, retreat. ”

Qi Nian's voice was like a bell, floating in the gloomy underground fields, and tens of thousands of rebels listened to his words, and their reactions were different.

Jun Mo looked at him expressionlessly and said, "I have been on this mountain." ”

He held the iron sword upside down in his left hand, looking at the scar on Qi Nian's face, this sentence was revealing the other party's scar and talking about the other party's sadness.

At that time, Sangsang and Ning Que were trapped on the Buddha's chessboard, in order to save the little junior brother from the predicament, Jun Mo broke into the mountain with a single sword, broke through several lines of defense alive, and finally killed between the cliffs, and met with the first seat of the Hanging Temple, and then there was a story of the chessboard opening.

In that process, he and Qi Nian really shook once, and he won as a matter of course, and Qi Nian paid the price of several teeth and serious injuries.

"Even if you can go up the mountain, so what?"

Qi Nian spoke calmly, without any feeling of being humiliated, "The family teacher is sitting between the cliffs, what can you do?"

Yes, even if you break into the Pranyo Peak, what can you do? Jun Mo has entered the mountain, but he can't stay, then it is not a victory, there is no meaning.

"I don't know how much, I just don't like to hear you bald asses say that I am a Buddha and that God has the virtue of a good life, it is very hateful, it makes me angry. ”

Jun Mo said: "So after I go up the mountain, I will spit in your master's face and see how he will react, whether to wait for the mountain wind to dry himself, or pick up the tin staff to fight me, but he walks too slowly, and it is really difficult to kill me, so you can only watch." ”

"To satisfy your majesty, let so many people die...... I don't think this is in line with the interest of the college, let alone the teachings of the Master. ”

Qi Nian looked at the serf rebels behind him who were dressed in tattered animal skins, and his face showed pity, and said, "Why can't we negotiate peace?"

If Ning Que was present, he would definitely laugh faintly and sneeringly, and then raise his middle finger at Qi Nian, but Jun Mo didn't laugh, and he didn't have a middle finger, because he was a person who was very particular about etiquette, and because he didn't know what the middle finger meant, he just looked at Qi Nian quietly, like looking at an idiot.

Qi Nian raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Jun Mo didn't tell him what he wanted to do, but sat down directly on the somewhat cold meadow, took out a few small stones, and threw them out.

The little stones rolled around and finally came to rest.

People look at this and think to themselves, "Is this a divination?" Are those little stones really as useful as tortoiseshell bones? So what does this portend now?

Jun Mo is not divining.

After the broken arm, he turned gray in a few nights, and then he cut it off, he began to study the Buddhist scriptures, the realm gradually deepened, and he was called a guru in this field, but this does not mean that he really believes in Buddhism and has become a monk - he still adheres to the concept of the academy, does not speak strange and confused, does not look at **, does not think about life and death, and does not place fate on hexagrams.

He is calculating, using many fragments of information as numbers as numbers, and the process is complex and requires a lot of arithmetic skills, but as we all know, his ability in this area is unquestionable.

Small stones are scattered among the yellow weeds. Jun Mo looked at the grass and stones in silence. Thinking about a lot of things, Ye Su died, proving that the Guan Master didn't care about the prospect of the Daomen, proving that he didn't care about the foundation of Haotian's faith, proving that he didn't care about Haotian becoming weaker, why is this?

His gaze left the grass and stone and landed on the gray sky, and then he thought of a possibility, where she was, and here she was. This is on earth. The closest to the world, if the faith is weakened, it is naturally here that she becomes weaker first. Of course, first of all, this has to prove that there are indeed two of hers.

Jun Mo can't prove it. It can only be roughly simulated by observing the actions of the Lord. Because that would best explain why the Lord did this.

Hasn't Sangsang returned to the kingdom of God? Is he still on earth?

Jun Mo's brows furrowed. Whether the Lord wants to kill Sangsang in the Kingdom of God, or wants to kill Sangsang himself, he can't accept it.

Or because of what the opponent wants to do the most. He must not be allowed to do it, but it may be just because of her in the world...... Is it Sangsang?

Jun Mo thought that Ning Que should also calculate, or knew this possibility, then he would definitely leave Chang'an City and look for her traces.

He didn't have any doubts about this, because he knew Ning Que and Sang Sang very well, and he knew that for Ning Que, Sang Sang was more important than anything else, even the whole world.

What will Ning Que do before leaving Chang'an City? Yuan Thirteen Arrows will lose the divine power of killing people for thousands of miles when he leaves Chang'an City, and he will definitely think about trying it. Where will the iron arrow go? It won't be the Xiling Temple, with the protection of the Momoyama Qingguang Great Array, the senior brother can't enter, and neither can the iron arrow. It won't be the Golden Horde, let alone the Yan Kingdom or the Eastern Wilderness, it can only be here.

Yes, Ning Que was aiming at the Hanging Temple at this time.

Jun Mo thinks so-Ning Que left Chang'an, and he really wanted him to go back earlier, although he was not narcissistic, he knew his strength very calmly.

In other words, this option is the most cost-effective.

Ning Que is a person who must compete with each other, if he wants to consume one or maybe even several iron arrows, then he must reap the greatest benefits.

Thinking of this time, Jun Mo looked up at a cliff that was extremely high between the peaks.

The first sermon is there.

A few years ago, the first lecture was smashed by the senior brother and him in turn, and then he was shocked by Sangsang, suffered some injuries, and has been cultivating.

But when he sat on the cliff, this giant peak seemed to never fall, and the monks and tribal nobles in the Yellow Temple would never lose their confidence.

Jun Mo decided what he was going to do.

From throwing the stone into the grass, he was silent for a long time, and both the enemy on the opposite side and the rebels gradually became surprised.

Jun Mo drew his sword, the so-called drawing was actually just raising the iron sword, the square and straight iron sword, pointing at the gray sky, very much like a torch.

Behind him, thousands of slaves, the most loyal and bravest, were in a commotion, because it was not a signal to attack, which confused and disturbed them.

No matter how confused and uneasy they were, they couldn't disobey the military order, and the rebels in the field in front of the peak slowly retreated like a tide.

Thousands of slaves were in charge of pressing the formation, and the last party retreated, looking at Jun Mo standing on the meadow, although he was still puzzled, he was not worried.

Jun Mo has never claimed to be a liberator, a leader, a benevolent god or a Buddha in the world, but in the hearts of these slaves, he is the savior of great mercy, that is, the true Buddha who leads him to the world of bliss.

Buddha, naturally there will be no problem.

The palms of the seven thoughts are crossed in front of the chest, the prayer beads are gently swayed in the wind, and the solemn statue outside the body is looming in the dim light, and the majesty is unparalleled.

"What are you going to do?"

He looked at Jun Mo and was faintly uneasy.

Tens of thousands of slaves are receding like a tide, and the black pressure sweeps the heavens and the earth, annihilating the stones and rivers, swallowing everything they encounter, and the picture is very magnificent.

Jun Mo didn't reply, he walked forward with the iron sword in his hand, and walked towards tens of thousands of enemies, although he was alone, the picture was even more magnificent.

The iron sword cut through the cold wind, and everyone's breath stopped for a moment.

Jun Mo wants to break through the mountain and break into the mountain again.

Back then, he held an iron sword in his hand, standing in front of Qingxia, tens of thousands of iron horsemen could not step forward, and today he wants to break into the mountain, can these tens of thousands of people be able to stop it?

Qi Nian and those Buddhist powerhouses of the Hanging Temple Precept Academy joined forces or wanted to defeat his iron sword, but the Prajna Peak was so big, how could he defend it?

As long as he does it at any cost, he can always break into the mountain, but Qi Nian is very puzzled, what is the point of doing this?

The last time I broke into the mountains. Because he wants to save the little junior brother, this time he broke into the mountain, and the same is true, he wants the little junior brother to leave Chang'an with peace of mind and do his business.

There is a reason, there is a reason, and this thing is done, and it can be done as a matter of course.

In the dark world, the iron sword broke through the wind, and the sound of fighting shook the sky. Countless stumps and severed arms. It began to fly, and countless blood began to spill.

The sound of Buddhist scriptures singing is endless, the high temple is far away and the bell is melodious, and the atmosphere of Buddhism is flourishing. Countless strong men besieged it. But he was never able to devour that sword light.

Jun Mo began to break into the mountain.

It was three days and three nights.

Three days and three nights followed by three watches in the middle of the night. Jun Mo finally came to the extremely high cliff of Praruo Peak, and in the early morning, he finally came to the former pear tree.

The mountain path on the other side of the vines was littered with the corpses of monks. Blood flowed like a stream, and his body was completely red with blood.

There are no pear trees on this cliff, only a lot of vines, and the dilapidated temple has long been in ruins, except for a white pagoda covered with ash.

There was no one sitting in front of the white pagoda, and there was an old monk with an ordinary appearance, which was the Buddha in the world.

Jun Mo walked in front of the old monk, and a moment ago, Qi Nian was slapped down the mountain stream by him with an iron sword, and he couldn't come for a while, and no one could stop him.

The monks of the Hanging Temple actually didn't really want to stop him, because even if he succeeded in breaking through the mountain and came to the cliff flat, what could he do?

He is the great second senior brother of the academy, but in the face of the first sermon in the realm of Buddhism, which has reached the true body of Vajra, do you still want to hope for victory?

The first lecturer opened his eyes, looked at him and said: "I haven't seen him for a few years, and Mr. II is just like yesterday, just haggard. ”

The smile of the first sermon is very gentle, and the eyes are very serene.

Jun Mo looked at the gap on the side of the cliff, and after a moment of silence, he said: "You can't burn this evil Buddha country for a day, and you can't sleep peacefully for a day. ”

There used to be a pear tree in that place, but he later cut the cliff with an iron sword, and the pear tree was taken thousands of miles away, and it should be planted in the mountain behind the academy.

Now that pear tree, I don't know how big the green leaves are.

Jun Mo suddenly felt a little nostalgic.

It's time to hurry.

The first seat of the sermon looked at him and said calmly: "That arrow can't kill me." ”

The Academy's most powerful means, or the most effective method of killing, was no secret to the top figures in the cultivation world.

Many years ago, in the White Pagoda Temple of the Moon Wheel Country, the first seat of the lecture received Ning Que's iron arrow, to be more precise, he didn't even connect, because he didn't avoid it.

The iron arrow with Chang'an City as the source is naturally countless times stronger than the iron arrow back then, but the first one is still not afraid, because he is not bad.

is also facing the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, the first seat is much calmer than the butcher's, firstly because of the different views on life and death, and secondly, because he has experienced it.

Looking at Jun Mo, who was covered in blood and pale, the eyebrows of the first seat danced lightly in the wind, not proud, but the indifference of the immortal powerhouse.

"There has never been a magic weapon in the world that can suppress a qiē, the chessboard left by the Buddha can't, the bell can't, how can the iron arrow made by the mortals of the academy be?"

Shouza smiled and asked, "I really don't understand, those iron arrows can kill a lot of people, why do you have to choose to shoot me?"

"You and the Lord, the drunkard and the butcher, these four people cannot be killed by iron arrows, and the rest of those who can be killed by iron arrows can be killed, so why waste it?"

Jun Mo said, this is his true thoughts, it seems to be a little helpless, but in fact, behind the words, what is hidden is the absolute confidence of him and the academy.

"But you still can't shoot me?" said the first one.

"You paid such a big price and forcibly broke into the mountain again, just to stab me with a sword, so that Ning Que could shoot arrows, and now that you know that those iron arrows are meaningless to me, will you feel that you have been fighting without sleep for three days and three nights...... So that all these years you have been fighting without sleep and blood, there is no point at all?"

The first one looked at him with pity on his face.

Jun Mo's hand holding the iron sword tightened.

The fury of the underground Buddha Kingdom burning all over the wilderness seems to be monstrous, and one day it will be able to burn the entire Hanging Temple to ashes, but only he knows that if there is no way to defeat the old monk in the peak, then this battle will continue forever.

Or really doesn't make sense, right?

But it's really interesting.

"Why did we shoot you, you ask...... The reason is very simple, because you are too slow, just pestle on the cliff flat every day, and it is a pity not to shoot. ”

Jun Mo took a step forward. When he came to the White Tower, the rain from the night before dripped from the eaves of the tower and flowed down the cracks of the cliff to his feet.

Blood trickled down from his body and landed in the puddle, splashing droplets, facing the morning light outside the sinkhole, and he could see clearly that wisps of blood were circulating in the droplets, winding the light into countless shapes. Entangled in one place.

Suddenly. The countless rays of light in the drop of water suddenly dispersed, whether they were zigzag or soft as cotton, they all shattered into the finest powder, and the water beads were bright.

The reason for this. It was because the iron sword smashed a qiē on the cliff floor. He also shredded the puddle and the leaping droplets. It was as if even the light had been shattered.

With a loud snort, the iron sword rose in the wind and broke out of the wind. In the moment when his eyes didn't blink, he came to the front of the first seat of the sermon.

The iron sword stabbed the first seat in the chest and abdomen, and it made a muffled sound, like a heavy object hitting a stone drum, and like a stone hitting a bronze bell, the humming echoed.

In short, this is definitely not the sound of an iron weapon hitting the human body, because the first seat of the sermon has already cultivated the body of the Buddha, and the Vajra is not bad and is extraordinary!

Jun Mo's iron sword has cut through countless mountain cliffs and autumn winds, and even the big river in the south has been cut off by him, but today he can't enter the first body!

Looking at the solemn and calm appearance of the first lecturer, Jun Mo looked indifferent, not shocked, but raised his eyebrows like a sword.

A clear whistle spreads from the cliff to the surrounding of the Prajna Peak, the birds fly in the shaking forest, the waterfall is chaotic in the wind, and the fallen leaves are dancing.

Jun Mo was clear, and his cultivation was poured into the iron sword...... Choose!

He raised an eyebrow, then a sword!

The iron sword sinks slightly in the chest of the first seat, and then rises upwards!

For decades, the iron sword was like Jun Mo, preferring to bend rather than bend, but at this time, there was a slight bend, because it was bearing a great weight.

Jun Mo wanted to use the iron sword to provoke the first seat, to be precise, it was to separate the first seat from the ground, because his power came from the earth.

Patience and immobility like the earth - this is the first terrifying realm description of the Hanging Temple's teachings, and it is also an explanation of the source of power.

What Jun Mo has to do is to get him off the ground, even if he can't break his vajra and not damage the Dharma body, he must weaken the other party's Dharma supernatural powers to the greatest extent.

The first seat of the lecture is the strongest Buddha sect, the Buddha who walks in the world, his realm cultivation is high and profound, and it is conceivable that since the connection with the earth is his reliance, then naturally he will not let people cut off this connection lightly.

The connection between things and the ground is gravity, and gravity is weight, and the closer the connection, the stronger the gravitational force and the heavier the thing.

The connection between the first sermon and the earth is unparalleled in the world, so from another point of view, he is the heaviest person in the world.

Senior Brother once said that the first speaker and the butcher are the slowest people in the world, and the reason for this is because those two people are very heavy.

To sever the connection between the first seat and the earth is equivalent to carrying such a heavy load, and even to provoke the ground, who can do that?

The iron sword made a tooth-souring sound in the cold wind, and the slightly curved sword body kept trembling, as if it would be broken in the next moment.

Jun Mo's expression was still indifferent, and under the slightly raised sword eyebrows, there was no love in his star-like eyes, only perseverance and determination.

Qingxiao resounded through the cliff again, and then spread all over the peaks and peaks, causing the monks of the Hanging Temple who were rushing to be shocked and afraid.

Jun Mo took another step forward in the sound of the whistle, and the iron sword pressed against the chest of the first seat, pushing him back a foot away!

The first one was still sitting on the ground, and the connection with the earth had not been severed, but he was pushed by the iron sword, which was enough to show that there was a possibility!

Yes, the body of the first seat is so connected to the earth that it seems impossible to cut open, but in fact someone had taken him off the ground years ago.

When the first seat was placed on the Buddha's chessboard, it was Jun Mo's iron sword that picked up the chessboard for a moment, thus also picking the body of the first seat away from the cliff surface for a moment.

It was at that moment that Li slowly floated in, left the cliff with the first one, and began to cross between the sky and the ground, and then collided.

Today, Li is slowly gone, but the iron sword is there.

The sound of a thud began, and the seemingly thin body of the first sermon touched the broken white tower, and traces of a human figure suddenly appeared on the tower.

The sound of the whistle began again, and it was the third sound.

It's no more than three.

Jun Mo's iron sword no longer continued to bend, and suddenly straightened, like a stone monkey that had been crushed by a boulder for countless thousands of years, and finally broke the shackles of heaven and earth.

The Iron Sword was freed.

Straighten back from bending. The power released fell on the body of the first seat of the preaching, and the thin body finally left the ground!

At this moment, the first seat can no longer sit as the earth.

He is still not bad, calm and unmoving.

But no matter how majestic the green mountains are, how can they be compared to the earth?

Jun Mo's iron sword, when did he bow to Qingshan?

The iron sword rose again, and the first one was already a foot above the ground.

The surface of the white tower was shattered by the earthquake, and the stone and gravel burst out in all directions. His two white eyebrows fluttered in the cold wind. Occasionally, dead leaves fall, and when they touch the white eyebrows, they will crumble into powder.

He looked at Jun Mo quietly, suddenly closed his eyes, and began to chant Buddhist scriptures - he felt the danger. Because of the iron sword on his chest. And because of the iron arrow in the distance.

In the heavenly dome in front of the Prajna Peak. Suddenly, an extremely poignant roar sounded, compared to Jun Mo's three clear whistles before, the sound of this whistle was countless times louder. It is also countless times terrifying, without any emotion, indifferent and ruthless. Or maybe it's because the thing that makes this roar is itself cold steel, unlike human beings, who have emotions like humans, and whose purpose is to kill people.

The pear tree on the cliff is now planted in the academy, and there are many green vines and linden trees on the side of the cliff, and at this time, whether it is thin or broad-leaved, after listening to the terrible roar, they all begin to break away from the branches and fall to the ground.

At this time, it is a cold winter, and it is not the autumn wind that is gloomy, but the arrow.

The old temple behind the cliff flat, which was half in ruins, collapsed with a bang, turning into a haphazard construction of rubble and countless beams and trees, revealing the hole between the cliffs behind it.

An iron arrow appeared on the left chest of the first seat of the sermon.

The iron arrow was black, straight as if it was a perfect straight line, without a trace of deviation, I don't know what material it was made of, giving people a feeling of devouring souls, and the runes carved with infinitely complex brushstrokes on it made this feeling magnified countless times.

The iron arrow appeared like this, and it appeared for no reason, inexplicably, no one could explain the truth, no one could describe its wonder. One moment, it was still thousands of miles away, and the next moment, it appeared among the peaks of Prajna, and it had nothing to do with the terrible roar.

This iron arrow didn't seem to fly through thousands of miles at all, nor did it pass through the mezzanine of heaven and earth vitality like Wujiao, but more like it had stayed in the left chest of the first seat of the lecture for many years, but someone thought about it, and it showed a terrifying figure.

The first one looked down at the iron arrow in his chest.

The iron arrow failed to reach his flesh, and the sharp cluster of arrows seemed to stand still, but he knew that the next moment, the iron arrow would move.

The Iron Arrow began to move, walking inwards coldly and intently.

In an instant, tens of thousands of tremors descended on the thin body of the first sermon, and the sharp arrows kept falling inward.

If someone looks closely, they can even see that at the tip of the arrow cluster, there are a lot of iron-like things, which are constantly spilling!

The first body King Kong is not bad, it is really unimaginably powerful, and even the Yuan Thirteen Arrows that the academy used secret alloy to collectively plant, have also worn out into this appearance!

At this moment, the terrible roar sounded again!

The second iron arrow appeared again without warning in front of the right chest of the first sermon!

The iron arrow carried the power of thousands of miles away, and it came with a bang!

One iron arrow is a Chang'an City, and two iron arrows are two Chang'an Cities!

The first one is disconnected from the earth, no matter how King Kong is not bad, I will bombard you with two Chang'an cities, how can you withstand it!

His face became unusually pale, and his body, which was lifted into the air by Jun Mo's iron sword, trembled, and his thin hands were swaying in the wind.

The wind is the cold wind on the cliff floor, and it is also the arrow wind from Chang'an, thousands of miles away, the fingers of the first seat are bending, the thumb has not yet touched, it is blown away by the arrow wind, and the meaning of the flower suddenly no longer exists.

Then he wanted to say the Buddha's words, and the arrow wind roared in, but he couldn't make a sound, even if there was a word to say, it was blown into a vague word, what was the use?

The two Chang'an cities were attached to two iron arrows, crushing any resistance with rage, and landed on the emaciated body of the first one without a single deviation.

With a bang, the body of the first one wedged into the white tower, and the already dilapidated white tower suddenly disintegrated and shattered, breaking into two from the middle!

Under the power of the iron arrow, the body of the first seat continued to sweep backwards, passing over the ruined temple, and directly entering the deep cliff cave.

Boom. There were countless vibrations in the cave, and after a long time, the vibrations and sounds became a little quieter.

No one knew where the first one was shot into the Pranya Peak by those two iron arrows, and the cliff wall kept shaking in the midst of smoke and dust, as if it was about to collapse.

Among the peaks of Prajna, there are countless monks of the Hanging Temple who are rushing in the direction of the cliff flat, and they are listening to the mournful roar on the mountain road. Look at the smoke and dust rising from the cliff. I didn't understand what was going on, but I felt extremely uneasy and panicked. Immediately after, they heard a second whistle. At this time, I still didn't know that it was an iron arrow from Chang'an City, thousands of miles away. Because you can't see the arrows...... The monks could only see a void in the smoke and dust in the sky.

The peak of Prajna is extremely huge. It is the transformation of the Buddha's legacy after Nirvana, and the cliff flat where the first meditation of the sermon is the Buddha's left hand. For countless years, the Buddha has always spread his hands and held a flower between his fingers, which is the pear tree. A few years ago, the pear tree was dug up by the academy, and there were no more flowers between the Buddha's fingers, and naturally there was no meaning of flowers, and the palm spread out towards the sky was faintly facing the chest, which was the cliff full of vines and linden trees.

When the monks finally arrived on the cliff level, they saw a miserable picture, the once lush vines, very desolate and broken everywhere, in the ruins of the white pagoda and the old temple, lifeless like dead snakes, and those Bodhi trees could not even find the slightest trace, probably mixed into the gravel and turned into powder.

The cracks on the cliff are extremely deep, as if they want to reveal the mountain, until the mountain stream, the deep hole in the mountain wall makes people feel extremely frightened, no one knows how deep the hole is, is it deep to the heart of the Buddha's body, or has it passed, the first seat is in it?

In the depths of the Prajna Peak, more than ten miles away from the surface of the cliff, there was still a rumbling sound like thunder, countless stones and gravels were flying everywhere, and the walls of the cave were full of muffled sounds.

The reason why the collision between the gravel and the stone wall makes a dull sound is because this cave was struck by the body of the first sermon a moment ago, and the most superficial layer of the cave wall was rubbed extremely hot, and even faintly red, and was about to turn into flowing magma, so it was a little soft.

In the deepest part of the cave, there was no light except for the faint red light on the cave wall, but the two people here were not ordinary people, and they could see it clearly.

The smoke and dust gradually subsided, and the thunder gradually stopped.

Jun Mo's hand holding the iron sword trembled slightly, and countless blood was flowing out of his wound and falling on the hot ground, making a sneering sound.

The first one was still held in the air by his iron sword, the robe had long been rubbed into shreds, the tin staff had gone, and the thin and old body was covered with dust, which looked particularly pitiful.

Two iron arrows pierced the left and right chests of the first seat, and the sharp arrow clusters should have pierced into the cliff wall behind the first seat, leaving half of the arrow shaft out, and the tail of the arrow swayed lightly.

Since the cultivation of Vajra is not bad, this is probably the first time that the first sermon has been injured by a human weapon, and if the monks of the Hanging Temple see this picture, they will be shocked and speechless.

But there was no blood in the first seat, even though he was pierced by Ning Que from thousands of miles away with two iron arrows, there was still no blood, there was no blood on his pale face, and there was no blood on his chest.

On the body that was broken by the iron arrow, the wound was obvious, but the flesh and bones could not be seen from the wound, and it felt like gold and jade, as if it was not mortal.

Shouzao looked at Jun Mo and said with difficulty: "I said, you can't shoot me." ”

Jun Mo didn't speak, mobilized his whole body realm cultivation, waved the iron sword, and smashed down at the two iron arrows with an expressionless face!

The thud rang out in the depths of the lonely cavern.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound finally stopped.

Jun Mo supported his tired body with an iron sword, and after breathing for a while, he straightened his body again, looked at the cliff wall, and nodded with satisfaction.

The hard iron arrows were bent by him with an iron sword, and the iron arrows turned into iron shackles and passed through the first thin body, making it difficult for him to get out of it.

The first seat can't touch the ground with its feet, its back can't touch the cliff, and the only connection with this world is the two iron arrows that have been bent.

His connection with the earth was completely severed.

Jun Mo was naturally very satisfied, and then replied to the previous sentence of the first seat.

"I can't shoot you, but I can nail you. ”

When he spoke, his expression was calm but full of pride, how could he not be magnificent, if he joined hands to defeat the Buddha in the world and trapped him in the mountain peak.

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...... (To be continued......)