Eight thousand miles north from the 100,000 mountains, it is an uncivilized and wild land.

The continuous river spans the east and west, dividing the tide north from the 100,000 mountains, Duobao Rulai slowly walked out of the void, the river nearly 100 miles wide suddenly flooded with golden Buddha light, a lotus leaf without roots and self-generated, golden lotus green leaves, Buddhism and Taoism are integrated.

Regardless of the turbulent splashing of the water, the lotus leaves remain unmoved, forming a long pontoon bridge to welcome the arrival of Duobao.

The quasi-saint is coming, everyone has a sense, the four monks on the other side of the river glanced at each other, and walked to the pontoon bridge of the golden lotus green leaves, and the person headed by it was the future Buddha, Maitreya Buddha.

And only half a step behind him is the Buddha of the Great Ri Nyorai.

Looking at the four people who came to greet him, Duobao bowed his head, and with a flicker, he walked through the lotus leaves, and with each step, the lotus leaves and golden lotus under his feet were scattered into pale golden dust, which merged into the Buddha wheel behind him.

"See my Buddha. Jia Ye lifted the hem of his clothes and knelt down, the unruly young man beside him frowned slightly, and said impatiently: "I've seen senior brother." ”

"Amitabha, the Buddha has finally arrived. After greeting Ka Ye Kong Xuan, Maitreya showed a reassuring look, and his already smiling face had already narrowed his eyes to a thin slit.

Different from Maitreya's naïve and lovely, the Buddha of the Great Day gave up the Buddha's body and appearance, but appeared here in the image of his floating slaughter mountain.

"Wuchao has seen the Buddha. The white hair was fluttering, Lu pressed his head and smiled, and the expression in his eyes was vague, not showing the slightest abnormality. "Kunpeng cultivates for a high level of mana, lest he startle the snake, the poor monk and Maitreya Buddha are waiting for the Buddha here, gathering the strength of all my people, in case the demon escapes. ”

The generosity of Yixi's words is boundless, not at all like what the son of the Ancient Demon Emperor Emperor Di Jun said, and his self-proclaimed 'Black Nest' instead of Da Ri Rulai shows that he is only acting for the individual this time, not the overall situation.

He is only a big Luo Jin Xian, even if he wins the Hongmeng purple qi, the day of enlightenment is far away, if he shoots in the name of Buddhism, the three Buddhas in the 'future Buddha' and 'the present Buddha' are all here, and he has no reason to monopolize Hongmeng.

So he chose Wuchao, a Buddhist monk who is not the prince of the demon clan or a Buddhist monk who is not a great day.

Transcendent things can be unlimited.

Duobao Rulai smiled when he heard this: "In the past, the Zen master could plan the Da Luo Jin Immortal with the position of the Golden Immortal, but now the Zen master is already a Da Luo cultivator, and he is a Kunpeng quasi-saint, so what's the harm to the Zen master?"

Looking around, his gaze swept from the deep mountains and dense forests in the distance, and he said softly: "It's just grass mustard." ”

As soon as the word is spoken, the world is quiet.

The birds and beasts were silent, and the mountain wind was stagnant.

Ka Ye's eyelids were slightly raised, and after glancing at Duobao's back, he lowered his head again, and the rebellious young man beside him sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at Duobao Rulai or Wuchao Lu Press.

The white hair fluttering in the wind hung down, and the Buddha light on his side did not know when it dissipated without a trace, the eyes of the black nest yin owl stared at Duobao, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and said: "How can the art of the end of the side be as powerful as the Buddha, I have long heard that the Buddha dared to hurt the saint in the battle of the gods, and now the half-step holy position, taking the Kunpeng is even more handy." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw two eyes in unison, one was Duobao and the other was Kong Xuan.

Can you hurt a saint? If they were still in the realm of Da Luo, they might believe it, but now Duobao is already a half-step saint, and Kong Xuan is only one line away from being a quasi-saint.

The more advanced the cultivation, the more jealous they became of the strength of the saints, and at the same time, they knew exactly why the Taiqing saints and the Zhun Ti saints were injured by them in the first place.

If Duobao does not hurt Taiqing, how can he owe the saint cause and effect, apostate like a Buddha, and divide the fortune of Buddhism?

If Kong Xuan didn't accept the altitude, how could he owe the sage karma, capture the Buddha's door, and be named the Ming King Bodhisattva.

You must know that before the gods, even if the Buddhism sect lacked population, Zhun Ti only focused on persuasion, and never dared to kidnap the power of Xuanmen in the east.

Maitreya saw the contradiction between Wuchao and Duobao in his eyes, a smile faintly flashed in his narrowed eyes, and he took a few steps forward and said: "Kunpeng has the Tao of antiquity, and he can be regarded as an old quasi-saint, the poor monk and Wuchao Zen Master have had a fight with him when they first came here, but this person has strange powers and spiritual treasures to help, and gathered the strength of the four of us to force him into the deep mountains of Chaobei, fortunately the Buddha came, this big demon will have no chance to escape!"

Shicai Duobao has already seen the surrounding environment, the deep forest is dark, the grass and trees are verdant, where there are traces of hard fighting, and the two people are afraid of each other, lest the other party sit and reap the profits, so they are unwilling to take the lead.

The arrival of Ka Ye and Kong Xuan intensified mutual suspicion, lest Duobao be watched on the wall, and only enter the harvest when the bitter battle is about to end, when the two of them join hands, it will be difficult to defeat the three Mahayana Buddhism.

"Now that Kunpeng has noticed you, it needs to be resolved quickly, if it is delayed any longer, I am afraid that there will be some variables. Duobao frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.

"Variables?" Maitreya wondered, "Are you worried about Zhou Bai and Hongyu?"

Hearing this, Duobao nodded, shook his head again, and explained: "Now that the golden cicada master and apprentice are passing through the Flame Mountain, the poor monk has ordered the three of Fuxian Bodhisattva, Manjushri Bodhisattva, and Guanyin Bodhisattva to go to help, and if Zhou Bai participates in it, the three of them will stop it." ”

Maitreya said with a clear face: "Now that the three Bodhisattvas have made a move, it is indeed possible to delay Zhou Bai for several months." He was not arrogant enough to think that Guanyin could intercept and kill Zhou Bai, and just the lamp that was also a saint had already become a lesson from the past.

Unlike Maitreya, Wuchao's temperament is already gloomy, although there is a Buddhist influence, it is difficult to dispel the suspicion in his heart, and he was surprised to see Duobao with a normal complexion, but he has a different understanding in his heart.

Today's Buddhism is no different from the sum of the Taoist sects, the Buddha position alone has reached one hundred and seven, during which there are countless powers, and there are no less than five Da Luo Jinxian who have been in the Tao for a long time and whose strength is far superior to the three of them, why did Duobao Rulai choose the three of them to intercept Zhou Bai?

Wuchao, who once participated in the battle of the gods and left safely, naturally understood the origin of these three bodhisattvas.

Before betraying the teachings, these three had formed countless causes and effects with the sect, although once they entered the Buddhism, the cause and effect were completely eliminated, but how could the resentment in the hearts of the sect leaders disappear out of thin air?

Is it really blocked, or do you want to borrow Zhou Bai's hand to let them settle the debt of the sect?

Wu Chao smiled coldly and shook his head silently.

What does the entanglement between exposition and interception have to do with him?

Surrounded by mountains and green forests like the sea, the mountains that surround thousands of miles of deep forests become the rising tides on the coast, and the endless mountains are the origin of the name of this place.

'Chaobei'

After a little greeting, the five of them set off, and along the way, the Buddha's light connected and infected the entire sky, and the golden light was filled everywhere they went, and the golden lotus was in full bloom.

In the Chaobei Mountain, an old man in a black robe suddenly woke up from his meditation, his slender eyes hung upward, and a trace of caution and doubt flashed in his gloomy gaze.

"The people who traveled west have not passed through the 100,000 mountains, why did the people of Buddhism come first?"

Because the entire Chaobei was shrouded in the light of the Buddha, Kunpeng did not dare to easily scan the 100,000 mountains in the distance with his soul, and he had been in seclusion for more than 500 years, but he did not know that Buddhism had changed the path to the west, and the road that had been opened up with all the energy of Buddhism was just a cover laid by the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism.

The five breaths were getting closer and closer, and one of them was extremely convergent, but it still made Kunpeng sense a familiar feeling.

With a cold snort, Kunpeng said angrily: "As the prince of the demon clan, he actually crusaded against the demon master, Lu Quan, do you really regard yourself as a Buddha?!" With a wave of his long sleeves, Kunpeng got up angrily, "Just let me see what means your Buddhism has laid out, wanting to take down the old man!"

As soon as he stepped out of the cave, the huge mountain behind him collapsed, the dust was filled, and the sand and gravel were rolling.

In a trance, the earth shook violently, Kunpeng stood in the sky, turned to look at the golden giant hand that was slowly raised, and exhaled a breath of clear air, turning into a huge wave of qi to blow away all the surrounding dust, and outside the abyss in front of him, there was a lot of treasure such as stepping on auspicious clouds and giving birth to Buddha light on his back.

Maitreya clapped his palms, slapped off the dust left between his fingers, and looked at Kunpeng as usual.

As if he was not the one who had just wiped out a high mountain with the palm of his hand, the cold wind howled in the abyss, blowing up Kunpeng's clothes and hair, and exposing the white corners of his clothes behind everyone in front of Kunpeng.

His gaze swept over Duobao, paused slightly on Maitreya, Kunpeng fell on Kong Xuan, he had heard the other party's name slightly, the five-color divine light of the son of the phoenix, Kong Xuan's eyelids moved slightly, and his eyes and Kunpeng's four eyes met, and only after the other party looked away, did he put away the unruliness on his face a little.

He had never fought with Kunpeng, and with this glance alone, he vaguely felt the shaking of his heartstrings, perhaps.... His five-colored divine light had no effect on Kunpeng.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, why are you hiding since you're here?" Kunpeng smiled, this smile looked a little hideous, "Do you feel ashamed of the old man?"

A Buddha horn sounded from behind Jiaye, Wu Chao sighed, paced out, and sighed: "You stole my father's Hetuluo book that day, causing Zhou Tianxing's Dou Array to be incomplete, the demon clan was defeated, and my uncle died tragically. ”

"Until now, do you still feel guilty in your heart?" Wu Chao did not show too extreme expression, Kunpeng is a demon master, and he used to be his teacher, and his personality has gradually become closer to Kunpeng.

The same sinisterity, the same unscrupulousness.

If Kunpeng was provoked by a glance and made a move, Wu Chao believed that the four people behind him would not help him when they saw him dead.

What he needs is to wait, and when Duobao Rulai makes a move, when Maitreya Buddha makes a move, and everyone fights inseparably, it is his best chance.

Seeing that Lu Jian had no signs of anger and attack, Kunpeng knew that the other party's mental nature had been cultivated to be extremely forbearing, and there was no point in pursuing it again.

Turning to look at Duobao, the smile on Kunpeng's face was even better, and the corners of his hideous mouth faintly revealed sharp and interlaced jagged teeth.

However, before Duobao could speak, he shook his head and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that in front of the demon master, the poor monk is the softest and best persimmon?"

The word 'swastika' in the palm of the palm appeared, and it was pushed to Kunpeng with supreme power.

Kunpeng's expression remained unchanged, and when the word 'swastika' arrived in front of him, he opened his mouth and swallowed the Buddha's light into his stomach in one gulp.

"I didn't expect that the Buddha would also learn from villain behavior and plot a sneak attack. The corners of Kunpeng's mouth widened, and his Adam's apple rolled as he spat out a dim little sword.

The sword body is densely covered with Sanskrit, and there are also small seals with road patterns, although the material is extraordinary, but it is also in the continuous corrosion, turning into a team of carbon ash.

"Buddhism has been practicing for thousands of years, and it is not as good as the understanding of the Taoist formation. Kunpeng sneered: "Are you cultivating Buddha in Lingshan, or cultivating the Tao?"

The words of provocation can't be all false, and there is no need to be true, Kunpeng's words are really provocative, but it's not a lie, the battle here is not something that Jia Ye can participate in, after hearing Kunpeng's words, Jia Ye condensed his eyes, and re-carved the phantom of the sword body before the corrosion just now in the sea of knowledge.

Duobao clasped his hands together and sighed: "Buddhism has the anger of thunder and the anger of Vajra, but it is a pity that my Mahayana Buddhism and Buddhism are mainly to educate sentient beings. ”

As he spoke, a faint golden light flashed from the center of Duobao's eyebrows, and the golden light was shaped like a long sword, slowly floating out, and finally landed in front of Duobao.

I didn't see any movement from him, and in a trance, there seemed to be an illusory figure walking out of him, surrounded by golden light all over his body, and he couldn't see the Buddhist costume, nor could he recognize his appearance.

The phantom stepped into the air, there seemed to be a light paving the road under his feet, and the figure seemed to be slow down, and before Kunpeng could react, he had already crossed the abyss.

Kunpeng's complexion changed slightly, and this sword intent and sword shadow reminded him of a person.

The Master of Babel before sanctification!

The phantom had stepped forward at this moment, and the long sword shot out leisurely, like lightning and flint, and only one sword came out.

And this sword actually turned into countless large and small circles.

The big ones are arrogant, and the small ones are small.

If it is said to be like a circle, it is square.

If it is said to be square, it is actually a little sleek.

The sword light is divided into circles, but it is nothing more than a matter of electric light.

This sword, imitating the sword intent of the Tongtian Sect Master, is also integrated into the sleek nature of Buddhism, without the indomitable coldness, adding an endless cycle of reciprocation.

Kunpeng's hands were spread, his thin and withered palms were as sharp as the claws of a bird, and the wind was whistling, and every claw mark was just cutting through the sword light that followed.

The strength of the two of them has been controlled in an extremely subtle realm, and their breath is not leaking half a point.

As mentioned earlier, the Dharma perception of Duobao Nyorai is slightly less than the Dao Dharma, and this lack is extremely fatal in this extremely wonderful battle.

As a sharp claw slashed, the phantom suddenly stopped, and the claw marks that passed through the body gradually spread with a strange black light, and finally shattered and disappeared with the phantom.

The two attacks were stopped by the other party lightly, Duobao's face was a little ugly, and he reached out to stop Kong Xuan, who wanted to make a move, and the space in front of Duobao shattered, and smashed into Kunpeng who wanted to raise his hand to block.

"You've finally been fooled. Kunpeng's eyes flashed, and the claws that stretched out halfway suddenly stopped, and the surrounding qi waves rolled out, unexpectedly pulling out Duobao, who had not yet come out of the spatial rift.

Dare to fight close to the demon clan, especially the demon clan that fought with the witch clan in ancient times, how unwise is Duobao's move.

And the price of impulsiveness is the sudden opening of the bloody mouth in front of him, and the endless darkness around him.