"Boss, stop tossing me! There's something wrong with my consciousness, and the sword fragments consume too much energy, so I won't be able to help you fight in the near future." Xue Hai's voice came into Mo Qianyu's mind.

This guy slipped up at the critical moment.

"Haiye, can't you hold on a little longer? Whether I can stand up tomorrow depends on you!"

Mo Qianyu is very helpless. Now his own strength is still too weak. He is at least one level behind his opponent. With the power of Fahai inheritance alone, he may have no choice but to kneel down and admit his mistake.

"Haha, it's okay if you can't stand up. Just kneel down. As long as it's not a fatal danger, don't worry about this little energy. If you want me to use my strength, I need to get more good materials and let the fragments swallow them up. I'm very weak now.

, you must take a lot of supplements!”

Xue Hai actually wanted to help his boss, but he was unable to do so.

"By the way, there's a way." Xue Hai seemed to suddenly think of something, and his tone became a little weird.

"Do you still remember the Buddhist master who was the first to challenge us in the last battle five hundred years ago? His name was Monk Sha Tian."

When Mo Qianyu heard this name, it brought back memories from hundreds of years ago. He was very impressed by this great monk.

Xuehai's spiritual consciousness continued: "That guy is really a tough guy. Fortunately, the sword has the special ability to absorb the energy of all things. It swallowed up his natal magical weapon, otherwise we would really be killed by his Buddhist magical powers.

restraint."

"However, that magical artifact contains deep Buddha nature, which is incompatible with the Shura murderous aura inherited from the War Sword. It cannot absorb the energy in the magical artifact and can only seal it. I gave this piece of shit to you..."

"Monk Sha Tian" was a master of Buddhist weapon refining on the Earth's mother planet five hundred years ago, with extremely high cultivation.

His natal magic weapon "Six Paths Buddha Beads" is an extremely precious Buddhist treasure.

There are a total of eighteen beads in the bracelet, six of which are refined from the holy relics of Buddha bones. Each holy relic seals a powerful Buddhist instrument.

When the holder of the beads is strong enough, he can lift the seals in the holy relics one by one and use these powerful magic weapons.

Five hundred years ago, Monk Sha Tian became famous in the world of cultivation with this bracelet of Buddhist beads.

Especially in the "last battle", holding the magic weapon sealed in the holy relic of the Buddha's bones, he suppressed the blood sea sword with the power of Shura. It can be seen that the quality of the beads is definitely not inferior to the blood sea.

Mo Qianyu didn't expect that the magic weapon that gave him the most headache back then would now become his secret weapon.

On the boy's arm, the sword tattoo glowed faintly red, and in the red light there was a faint golden Buddha light darting left and right.

Within a moment, the Buddha's light broke free from the constraints of the red light and turned into a string of golden Buddha beads bracelet in mid-air.

Mo Qianyu felt that the Buddha beads bracelet seemed to be calling him, and the supreme Buddha nature contained in the Fahai bloodline in his body attracted each other.

The next moment, a Buddha light shot out from the center of his eyebrows and merged into the Buddha bead bracelet.

The Buddhist beads on the bracelet first bloomed with dazzling golden Buddha light. Then the golden light flashed and was worn on Mo Qianyu's left wrist.

After a while, the golden Buddha light gradually merged into the six holy relics, and it looked like an ordinary bracelet of Buddha beads.

But the young man could clearly feel the difference of this bracelet of Buddhist beads. There was a grand and restrained Buddha nature faintly revealed on his left wrist, like a small Buddhist kingdom, guarded by the thoughts of thousands of great virtues.

He has a close relationship with the Buddha beads, and the Buddha beads are like a part of his body.

Mo Qianyu felt it with his heart and felt that each of the six holy relics on the Buddha bead bracelet contained huge energy.

With his current ability, he can only barely lift the seal in the first holy relic and summon the magic weapon in a short time.

With a thought, all the energy in the body involuntarily surged towards the first holy relic.

Mo Qianyu felt that the energy in his body was disappearing rapidly, and it was almost drained! This thing really cannot be used easily, it is too scary.

The sacred relic of the Buddha's bones finally bloomed with colorful rays of light, detached from the bracelet, and turned into a Zen staff suspended in front of the young man.

The Zen staff is purple-gold in color and has six rings on the top.

Holding it in your hand, it's very heavy.

On the body of the staff is engraved a line of ancient Sanskrit text: "Compassion, good and evil are in the heart, and the world is filled with nothing but heaven."

Mo Qianyu had studied this kind of Sanskrit in the first chapter of "The True Power of the Great Powerful Heavenly Dragon" and was no stranger to it.

Could this be the ancient magic weapon "Qingtian Zen Staff"?

"Hahaha..." The boy laughed loudly.

What a coincidence!

The "Qingtian Zen Staff" is one of the three major symbols of the identity of the host of Jinshan Temple in ancient times. It is carefully crafted from ten thousand years of black iron and has been chanted by hundreds of enlightened monks for thousands of days to bless the Buddha nature. It is one of the top Buddhist instruments.

One of the most precious treasures in the world.

Fahai once served as the abbot of Jinshan Temple.

In other words, using this magic weapon is very consistent with my status as the heir of Fahai.

Mo Qianyu is now especially looking forward to the power of the magical weapons sealed in the next few holy relics.

He remembered that five hundred years ago, Monk Sha Tian not only had a Zen staff, but also other powerful magic weapons.

If you can put together a set of Fahai-specific suits, then the world won't let you go sideways!

After obtaining such a convenient weapon, Mo Qianyu was determined.

He felt that even if he couldn't use Blood Sea's ability for the time being, he would still have no chance of winning in the next battle.

Mo Qianyu is very dissatisfied with his current strength. He originally wanted to live in this city for a while before talking about it. After all, he has died once, and he no longer cares about some things.

In addition, I practiced "The Powerful Heavenly Dragon's True Skill" and was influenced by my Buddha nature, so many of my previous obsessions were cleared up.

He just wants to do what he wants to do in his new life and live comfortably.

But reality is always cruel, let alone the hatred a hundred years ago.

Even the many causes and effects in this life are complicated enough.

Although he had tried his best to escape and hide in such a remote small city, the cause and effect still followed him.

What can you do if trouble comes to your door? You can avoid it for a while, but you can't avoid it forever.

What's more, this matter also involves the old parents at home.

It seems that no matter where you are, your own strength is the guarantee of everything.

Because I had relaxed my mind before and just thought about relying on the ability of the blood sea sword fragments, this time I almost died...

Mo Qianyu's character doesn't know what shame is. He often did things like surrendering and admitting his mistakes in his previous life. But it was all a trick to confuse his opponent and pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger.

He really hated these bastards from the Gongsun family to the core of his heart.

Especially that Young Master Jing, who is not good at anything and is the number one troublemaker behind his back. He is a coward and has a vicious heart.

Even if he could lower his head and admit his mistake. With Master Jing's big heart, he was afraid that he would have to kneel down and kowtow to this second-generation ancestor to apologize in order to eliminate the hatred in this bastard's heart.

Thinking of Master Jing's smug face, Mo Qianyu felt sick from the bottom of his heart. He made up his mind that in the battle tomorrow, he would go all out to defeat his opponent.
Chapter completed!