49. Chapter 49 Nine Yangs Unite

Author: A pot of soup from the sea

Chapter 49 Nine Suns Unite

Scripture, all Scripture?

This is the foundation, it is the accumulation, and it is also the real confidence of the thousand-year-old temple, but it is all necessary?

Even with Zen Master Pudu’s character, he almost cursed his mother.

The surrounding monks all glared angrily, with murderous intent boiling over.

Jiang Ming looked indifferent, surrounded by evil spirits, and just stared at the abbot.

"Yes!" After thinking about it, Zen Master Pudu nodded with difficulty, "Donor Jiang, please tell me the next two conditions."

"Second!" Jiang Ming showed a smile, "Let a great master of your Dalin Temple pass away; third, you go and destroy the Sun and Moon Demon Sect."

Zen Master Pudu's face suddenly turned ugly, and his little compassion turned into coldness: "You are not giving Dalin Temple a way to survive. Donor Jiang, do you really think that you can compete with Dalin Temple's thousands of years of accumulation on your own? You

Do you really think that you are so powerful that you can ignore everything?"

"Set up the formation and subdue the demon!" Zen Master Pudu's voice was sonorous, like the buzzing of a copper bell, spreading throughout the mountains. "When a great demon comes to the world, it will definitely bring monstrous disasters, endanger the people of the world, and cause blood to flow thousands of miles away. I

Wait, the people of Great Yan, all over the world, rivers and lakes, courts, inside and outside the territory, should unite together to defeat demons, save the world from danger, and relieve the sky from hanging upside down."

The surrounding stick monks changed their shapes and performed light body skills, and surrounded Jiang Ming in a snap of their fingers. They were arranged in an orderly manner, and the auras they exuded blended with each other and blended into the world, causing the tide of vitality to change, forming a unique formation.

domain.

They all have eyes that choose and devour others.

Bang bang bang...

Jiang Ming applauded and praised: "As expected of the abbot of Dalin Temple, his ability to bloom lotus flowers with his tongue and spit out fragrance is really beyond the reach of ordinary people. Your Dalin Temple is not engaged in production, but the palace is high and beautiful.

Huan, I heard that the Buddha enshrined in every palace,

They are all made of gold. Outside Dalin Temple, all the people's fields within a radius of a hundred miles have been taken away by you, suppressing disobedience, and enslaving the people. Even the laws of the dynasty cannot control this place, Pudu

, tell me, which one of us is the real devil?"

Zen Master Pudu's eyes were dark. He stared at Jiang Ming and said without changing his expression: "We at Dalin Temple protect the people around us from disasters. We also teach methods to strengthen the body and live a long life. There is no one in this world who doesn't care about it."

How good is Dalin Temple? In your mouth, it turns out to be a sin. The devil is a devil. No matter how you make excuses, you can’t change the nature of evil!"

"Everyone..." His voice suddenly rose again, and the shaking mountains responded. Birds flew in fright, and beasts roared. "In order to subdue the great demon and restore clarity and peace to the world, I, Dalin Temple, are willing to sacrifice my body to feed the demon."

, all the disciples in the temple were mobilized to carry out an encirclement and suppression campaign. Even if the mountain gate collapsed, even if thousands of disciples lost their last drop of blood,

Blood, even if the inheritance of thousands of years is cut off, I, Dalin Temple, will fight the great demon with blood. Please also ask the Zhenwu Sect, Chunyang Sect, Lengyue Palace, Divine Sword Villa, Sun Moon Demon Sect, Divine Fist Sect, and the strong men of the North to put aside their past grudges.

Let’s exterminate the demons together. I, the Dalin Temple, will take the lead, and I also ask all my colleagues to help us to rectify the world and restore peace to the world forever.”

"Kill!" He waved his hand towards Jiang Ming.

The stick monks formed a large formation and attacked.

The stick shadows crisscrossed the sky and gathered together, as if causing wind and thunder to come, distorting the air and shaking the universe.

Everyone watching the battle was shocked.

"This blow can easily kill the strongest master!" Lu Yuan felt it very clearly, and his brows were solemn.

He didn't understand why Jiang Ming put forward three conditions that Dalin Temple could never agree to, nor did he understand why they were allowed to form a large formation if they wanted to be killed.

Isn't this asking for trouble?

Jiang Ming was unmoved and just looked at Zen Master Pudu with an expression of wonder. With every word he said, he seemed to have truly become the great devil who would destroy the world.

Completely plunged into the abyss in name only.

In order to destroy the demons, for the sake of the overall situation, and for the sake of the world, the powerful people from all sides were cleverly connected. Even if people from the Demon Sect appeared, even if the powerful people from the North took action, they would have an excuse.

It will not let the reputation of Dalin Temple continue to deteriorate.

At the same time, Zhengdao was also kidnapped: For the sake of justice in the world, you didn’t take action? How dare you not take action!

"Jiang has learned how to use his tongue to bloom like a lotus flower!"

With an exclamation, the Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram appeared, forming a light mask that rotated to block the shadows of sticks in the sky.

boom……

The Tai Chi light shield trembled three times, became extremely twisted, and finally shattered.

"I haven't understood the artistic conception of yin and yang. After all, I'm far behind." Jiang Ming frowned, and the next moment, the mask appeared again.

This time it spins faster.

There are even two colors, one red and one white.

Red is hot, white is cold.

This is the artistic conception of fire and the artistic conception of water intertwined, which is the next best thing.

The shadow of the stick kept coming, and there was a loud popping sound.

The mask kept breaking, but the attack just couldn't get close.

This scene shocked all the spectators.

Zen Master Pudu's expression changed again and again. He knew better than anyone how terrifying a stick formation composed of more than a hundred monks was.

The Grandmaster can be killed even if he is trapped inside.

Now you can't completely break the opponent's defense?

He had an unreal feeling.

"Do you want to achieve enlightenment through fighting? Then I will kill you!" Zen Master Pudu saw Jiang Ming's thoughts, and he flashed a ruthless look.

Jiang Ming gained enlightenment through war.

The artistic conception of yin and yang is too difficult to comprehend.

"If I want to go further through the evolution of water and fire, why does it feel so difficult? Am I taking the wrong path?"

Jiang Ming's unstoppable power.

Finally, he shook his head and sighed: "I am too arrogant and want to realize the artistic conception of yin and yang all at once."

"Also, the world here is too restrictive. There is no guidance from a high position, and there is no explanation from a higher realm, etc."

Jiang Ming suppressed the waves in his heart, and the mask suddenly shattered.

Fierce auras also rose from his body, the aura of pure Yang, the meaning of Haoyang, the warmth of the early sun, the coolness of the blazing sun, the brightness of the scorching sun, etc.

Sonorous...

The long sword came out of the body, and the true energy immediately flowed from it, turning into fiery red, like a burning flame, as blazing as the scorching sun.

Within the fiery red color, there were several similar but different Taoist rhymes, and then there was a 'bang' sound, and the light of fire suddenly appeared on the long sword.

A sword flew across the air, cutting off the stick shadows all over the sky.

"Nine powers of true meaning!" An old monk next to Abbot Pudu exclaimed in horror, his pupils shrinking to the size of a pinhead, "Chu Yang, Shao Yang, Lao Yang, Jiao Yang, Fierce Yang, Hao Yang, Zhi Yang, Sun

, Chunyang?”

He is an old holy monk from Guangming, and he is well-informed. Although he is not sure about some of the specific artistic conceptions, he can immediately make judgments based on the information he got.

"You actually realized all the ultimate artistic conception contained in the Nine Yang Manual. How is that possible?"

"How can there be such monsters in the world!"

Guangming was in a mess.

"Nine Suns Concept?" Zen Master Pudu was horrified, his eyes immediately turned red, and he roared, "Take action, take action, blood sacrifice demon subduing array, kill me!"

The nine artistic conceptions of Jiuyang.

Just listening to it makes one's scalp numb.

The key is that this guy seems to be still in the process of understanding. If the nine suns merge into one...

Zen Master Pudu couldn't help but tremble.

He also immediately gave the order.

One hundred and eight stick monks were slapped on their bodies, their faces suddenly flushed, but instead of decreasing, their auras all increased sharply.

It has almost doubled, and all of them have touched the threshold of a master.

Thirty-six of them rose into the air and attacked from above.

Seventy-two stick monks below blocked all directions.

The stick shadows are layered and intertwined, covering them from all directions, and even the stick shadows cannot be distinguished.

The power that can be contained fluctuates, leaving everyone watching the battle in shock.

With this blow, even the top of a mountain can be blown apart.

Jiang Ming also showed a solemn expression.

"This is delicious!" One of his purposes for coming here this time was to use the power of Dalin Temple to temper himself.

Yin and Yang cannot be comprehended.

Let’s start with Yang.

If the nine kinds of yang artistic conception are merged together, will the yang artistic conception be born?

This is his idea.

When I raised my head, I saw no sunlight or sky, only stick shadows like the tide.

The surrounding air was compressed and extremely thick.

"Finally I feel the pressure!" Jiang Ming raised his eyebrows, and the long sword buzzed, cutting across the sky.

As the long sword fights, the flames rise, as if burning out of the sea of ​​fire, covering the shadow of the stick from bottom to top.

The two forces intertwined and collided constantly.

Finally, the stick shadow exploded, and all one hundred and eight monks flew backwards.

It was also at this time that the two old monks suddenly took action, with superb movement skills, like ghosts. In a flash, they were around Jiang Ming, whose sword light had just subdued.

It was completely unexpected.

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