According to legend, Buddhism is created by a brilliant genius, and after he is completed, he can show the virtual image of the body behind him, and the power is amazing. Later, he participated in the creation of the world, and went out to travel, preaching and preaching.

When his disciples were all over the place, he founded Buddhism. More and more Buddhas practice Buddhism**, out of respect for the genius patriarch of that day, they are grateful and worshipped, and call him "Buddha".

Buddhism is broad and profound, the power is amazing, and many people who practice worship the "Buddha", and they also worship the virtual shadow of the Buddha statue, which is a symbol of the greatest success. Later, after cultivating Buddhism, ** will show a virtual image of the Buddha after a certain cultivation.

After millions of generations of inheritance, Buddhism is becoming more and more perfect, but the reverence for "Buddha" is also becoming more and more intense, and the phantom of the Buddha statue is naturally passed down.

At this time, Ling Tian actually cultivated his own phantom, it was no wonder that the Sword Pavilion Holy Son Yuan Ming and the others were shocked and inexplicable.

In fact, Wude once warned him that cultivation is an act of changing one's life against the sky, and you must not plant the seed of worshipping others in your heart. In that way, it is better to just become the same existence as others, and it is difficult to surpass it.

Ling Tian heard and knew the stakes, under his father's ears and eyes all the year round, he also knew that cultivation was cultivating "me", and finally reaching the "self", if he had worship for others, how could he achieve the "self" and reach the realm of great freedom?

Later, Wude also told him that the connotation of "Buddha" refers to a person with understanding, and the ancient Buddha has been ancient, but it has left a seed of "Buddha" in everyone's heart. When this person's comprehension is reached, he is a Buddha, and it is easy to explain that his phantom appeared behind Ling Tian.

When the Bodhi tree in Ling Tian's mind was shocked, he knew that he was about to cultivate the Buddha shadow, at this time, he didn't have any other thoughts in his heart, he just wanted to stand in the sky, go against the sky, and pursue himself.

The power of the soul in his mind converged under the Bodhi tree, and gradually formed a small faint phantom of his own, the Bodhi leaf was shocked, the golden light was ten thousand ways, and it merged with the phantom, and after a while, the phantom of the orange soul power began to change color, and the golden light was cloudy, and then it was magnificent and holy, and there was no orange shadow.

Under the Bodhi tree, Ling Tian's phantom sat cross-legged, the golden light on the Bodhi leaf sprinkled out, the phantom was bathed in the golden light, and the thousands of "swastikas" in the golden light entered the phantom, refining the phantom, and the faint golden phantom slowly became clear, and there were signs of condensation. It's just that the speed is very slow, and the thousands of golden rays only make the phantom color a little richer, and if there is nothing, it is difficult to be noticed.

Ling Tian knew that he had finally achieved his "Buddha Shadow", and he would no longer worry about being bound by the "Ancient Buddha" in the future, he couldn't help but feel relieved and in a good mood.

Behind Ling Tian's body, the phantom was very large, but it was also much lighter than the color under the Bodhi tree, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind at any time. However, although the phantom is faint, it is immovable, and even if the breeze blows on the hills, it can't lift a trace of dust from him.

The Buddha statue is solemn and magnificent, and the Ling Tian is more solemn, like an ancient Buddha in the dust. The Buddha statue stands in the shadow, the posture is upright, and the Buddha can hold up the heaven and earth, and the momentum is majestic.

Zhou Tian's aura quickly converged towards the illusory shadow of the Buddha statue, and Ling Tian's momentum became more condensed, as if the pressure of the ancient city was much smaller at this time. He stepped forward steadily, his phantom shadow inseparable, resisting the pressure of the majestic ancient city.

Wherever Ling Tian passed, the air was condensed, and the void was slightly distorted, it could be seen that the pressure of the ancient city had not disappeared, but was only resisted by the illusory shadow of the Buddha statue.

As Ling Tian moved forward, the pressure of the ancient city became greater and greater, as if the entire sky was about to be oppressed. The phantom of the Buddha statue is getting smaller and smaller, but it is also becoming more and more condensed, the color is getting more and more intense, and the resistance is also getting bigger and bigger.

Two hundred and eighty meters!

Two hundred and fifty meters!

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Two hundred meters!

One hundred meters!

The crowd of onlookers could no longer remain calm, and Ling Tian was able to come within a hundred meters of the ancient city. The people who had been shocked by the Sword Pavilion Holy Son and Holy Maiden were all stunned at this time.

"This, this is much stronger than the Holy Maiden and Holy Son back then!"

"What kind of physique is this person, it is even more terrifying than the innate spirit body!"

"He has a Buddhist sect**, isn't the Buddhist sect** so strong?"

The Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion in the Ethereal City looked dejected. When Ling Tian appeared as a Buddha Statue Phantom, he knew that he was doomed. The phantom of the Buddha statue can use the spiritual power of heaven and earth, which is comparable to the phantom of the innate spirit, and it is extremely powerful.

On the other hand, the Holy Maiden of the Sword Pavilion was in a good mood at this time, and her face hidden behind the veil trembled slightly, showing how excited she was. And her eyes as bright as the moon shone with excitement, with a hint of worship and a touch of hope.

"I lost. The Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion admitted defeat, took out a zither from the storage ring and handed it to the Holy Maiden of the Sword Pavilion.

As soon as the zither was taken out, it exuded thousands of colors. Look closely, the guzheng is seven strings. There are intricate patterns, and I don't know what kind of different wood it is made of. The touch is round and luster, and the color of the purple is extremely simple, which looks ancient.

The Holy Maiden of the Sword Pavilion took the guzheng and gently stroked the strings. Where the hand of the jade passes, the sound of Zheng Zheng is endless, crisp and crisp, melodious and beautiful, such as the broken jade of Kunshan, the empty valley of the orchid, washing people's souls, shocking people's hearts.

This zither is extraordinary, and it deserves to be the treasure of the four spiritual weapons.

The Sword Pavilion Holy Maiden smiled, and the veil covering her jade face trembled slightly, showing how excited she was.

"Then thank you, brother. "The Holy Maiden of the Sword Pavilion can't put it down, and she loves this zither very much.

The Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion didn't have a bit of pain, and said frankly: "Actually, Brother Wei has long known that you like Guzheng, so after getting it, I have been looking for an opportunity to give it to you, but I didn't expect you to find a chance to win by yourself." ”

The Holy Maiden of the Sword Pavilion smiled shyly, then took out a crystal bead the size of a dragon's eye and handed it to the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion, she wanted to repay the peach, this should be the so-called Gathering Spirit Bead.

As soon as the Gathering Spirit Bead was taken out, the aura between heaven and earth converged here, and in an instant, the aura concentration around the Sword Pavilion Holy Maiden was several times more than that of the outside world, which was undoubtedly of great benefit to cultivation.

But he didn't want to, the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion waved his hand, did not take the Spirit Gathering Bead, and said with a slight smile: "I just made a bet casually, there must be an item of the same level as the Guzheng, otherwise you will not gamble." If I lose, I naturally won't ask for your spirit orbs. ”

"In my eyes, the value of the guzheng is much more precious than the spirit beads, after having the guzheng, a secret technique of my cultivation can be displayed, and I have taken a lot of advantage invisibly, so you can accept it." The Sword Pavilion Holy Maiden insisted, her expression was slightly excited, and she looked at the Sword Pavilion Holy Son fixedly, obviously touched by the words of the Sword Pavilion Holy Son.

"Senior sister, your cultivation is not as high as mine, this bead will work better for you. The Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion refused.

The Holy Maiden of the Sword Pavilion insisted on giving the beads to the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion, but the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion repeatedly prevaricated and did not accept it.

The Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion smiled slightly and agreed calmly, but in his heart, he secretly tried his best to cultivate and not let her catch up.

The relationship between the two was a little ambiguous for a while, the two were slightly embarrassed, they didn't dare to look at each other, hurriedly shifted their gaze, and continued to stare at Ling Tian in front of the ancient city.

In front of the ancient city, Ling Tian was helpless. After the appearance of the Buddha statue, the pressure he felt was reduced, and he could no longer achieve the effect of refining himself, but he could not remove the Buddha statue illusion, because the pressure of the ancient city here was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for a moment, and he had already lost the original intention of resisting.

After a sigh, he reluctantly gave up continuing to resist the pressure of the ancient city. Seeing that there was no external pressure, the Buddha statue naturally shrank and returned to Ling Tian's mind under the Bodhi tree. The Bodhi tree trembled slightly, and the phantom color under the tree became more intense, sitting cross-legged, always accepting the baptism of the Bodhi tree.

The pressure of the ancient city receded like a tide, and after an instant, it disappeared without a trace. Ling Tian sat cross-legged and realized.

Although the coercion of the ancient city is only a refining cultivator, it cannot improve his cultivation, but it makes Ling Tian's cultivation more condensed, and the drawbacks of rapid growth in cultivation have also disappeared, he feels that he can better control the operation of his spiritual energy, and his mental power is also more condensed, and his spiritual cultivation has been stabilized, and he should be able to break through soon and reach the fetal stage, at that time, there will be a qualitative leap in his mind, and there will be incredible changes.

After a long time, Ling Tian finally finished comprehending, he felt very good now, this time he had gained a lot, and he was in a good mood.

When he opened his eyes, a faint golden light appeared on his left eye, the golden light was very faint, Ling Tian himself had not noticed it, but he felt that the vision of his left eye had suddenly increased a lot, as if he could peek through the void. He thought it was the effect of his mental power enhancement, and he didn't pay much attention to it.

If Wude was by his side, he would definitely be able to see Ling Tian's changes, Ling Tian's faint golden eyes were the embodiment of the cultivation of the Broken Void Buddha's eyes, which was also unique in Buddhist cultivation. Wude's talent is amazing, and he has his own great opportunity to cultivate this pupil technique, but he doesn't want Ling Tian to cultivate it unconsciously, he can only say that people are more popular than people.

Feeling the changes in his body, Ling Tian stretched his body, and then stood up. Inadvertently, his left eye flickered, stabbing at the palace in the Ethereal City, where the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion was.

Ling Tian broke the Void Buddha's eyes and cultivated unconsciously, so naturally he couldn't control it well. The light appeared very suddenly, and it was extremely fast and awe-inspiring. When Ling Tian reacted, the essence light had already shot out, how could he take it back?

"Oh no!" Ling Tian let out a secret exhalation, his gaze staring, looking in the direction where Jingguang was going.

Seeing that the golden light was running towards the people in the city who had previously detected him, Ling Tian's worried heart was relieved. That person's cultivation is extremely high, and he is afraid that he will not be able to fight against him, and that golden light will naturally not cause any harm to him.

It's just that I'm afraid that I will offend that person, but Ling Tian has his own excuse in his heart-"Whoever asked you to spy on me, this should be punished." ”

Thinking of this, Ling Tian took a moment and looked at the city steadily, his expression seemed to be deliberately using this method for that person to see how that person could crack it.

This kind of behavior seemed to be a temptation, a friendly challenge, and it was a very common thing in the cultivation realm.

Sure enough, the Holy Son of the Sword Pavilion smiled slightly when he saw the golden light roaring, and the belligerent light in his eyes was rich, as if the evil ghost in the color who had not seen a beautiful woman for a long time suddenly met a naked beauty, and he was extremely excited.

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