Three years passed by.

Chen Yi recovered from his injuries and broke through to the peak of killing mortals. At the same time, under the cover of Ao Lie, Liuzhu successfully entered Lingshan and became the 32nd Bodhisattva of Leiyin Temple in the West.

In the past three years.

She secretly learned many supreme Buddhist teachings, such as the Lankavatara Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, etc. As an incarnation of the Buddha, her affinity for Buddhism is far beyond ordinary Buddhist practice.

Even the Buddhas in Lingshan cannot compare with it.

Following Zhan Guang, Chen Yi was able to draw on the strengths of Buddhist magical powers, make up for his own shortcomings in swordsmanship, and create a unique sword skill in the world - the non-killing sword.

A true Buddha should have the mind of a Bodhisattva with low eyebrows, without losing the majesty of the glaring eyes of Vajra, and kill living beings to protect them. Only then can he be said to have great compassion. Practitioners should also be like this.

Hold the sword without hurting the living, break the law without killing, show compassion to the world, cultivate the terrifying killing power against the enemies, wait until the eighth day of the ninth month in autumn, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom.

The day when all the murderous intent comes out, it will be shocking and the whole world will be shocked!

The next few months.

Chen Yi spoke deeply and in simple terms, and sat meditating. Sometimes murderous intent surged into the sky around him, and sometimes his sword energy was restrained. Finally, he swallowed them all, and the magic power that filled the mountains and fields suddenly dispersed and became invisible.

Don't kill the sword.

…

A few more years later.

Southeastern border.

The friction between gods and ghosts is getting more and more intense, and war is inevitable. However, the other side is coming, and the Buddhas do not want to add to the chaos and want to mediate the conflict between the two.

However, neither side bought it, and none of the battles that should have been fought were lost.

Lingshan couldn't bear it any longer and sent Liuzhu and two other Buddhist cultivators in the mortal-slaying realm to forcefully intervene in the southeastern battlefield, forcing representatives of the gods and ghosts to fight to the death on Shiwandashan.

After the First World War.

Everything comes to an end.

At the end of the year, in the Shiwan Mountains, in the far north, heavy snow is flying, the snow is black, like a black tide, and it is cold and chilling. Five figures stand on the top of the mountain in opposing postures.

Liuzhu is in the west, with a calm expression, and behind him are two Mortal-Slaying Realm Buddhas cultivating a raiding formation.

The ancient god resides in the east. She is a graceful female god with waist-length black hair, wearing golden scales and cold light armor, holding a red tasseled dragon spear, and wearing combat boots covering her feet. She has a heroic appearance.

The ghost king resides in the south, with a green face and fangs, which is eerie and terrifying. The evil clouds above his head are surging, and there are countless faces looming in it, some roaring, some wailing, and it is terrible.

Three invisible pressures set off layers of air waves, tit for tat.

"snort."

After the initial test was fruitless, the ghost king flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "You Buddhists are almost too overwhelmed to take care of themselves. Do you still have time to take care of the affairs of Fengdu City?"

"Amitabha."

The Buddhist cultivator on the left responded: "My Buddha is compassionate and cares about all the people in the world. I can't bear to see all the lives in ruins and corpses scattered in the fields, so I have to take this step. I hope you two won't be surprised."

The female God of War said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, your Buddhist sect is so powerful that you have taken over the destiny of this life. We all recognize it. Let us draw up a plan and explain the rules clearly."

"One battle will determine the outcome."

The Buddhist monk on the right gives a sermon:

"Under our supervision, the two of you can fight it out. The loser may cede territory and pay compensation, or he may surrender and surrender. In short, Buddha does not want another war in the southeast."

The female war goddess nodded slightly:

"I have no objection."

The ghost king Jiejie smiled strangely, and suddenly turned his palm, and the evil cloud turned into a ghost-headed sword, carrying the evil energy of thousands of wronged souls, and struck the female war goddess on the head with great force.

As if she had expected it, the female war goddess did not change her expression, swayed back, disappeared on the spot, and reappeared a hundred miles away. Half of the mountain peak was directly flattened by this knife.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Parade!"

Another killing move followed, and a strange portal suddenly appeared in the sky. The surging Yin Qi swept all directions like a mountain, and everything in its path withered.

Strange-shaped palms pressed against the lintels on both sides, holding the door open.

"roar!"

They let out a shrill roar, and the earth trembled. The moment they rushed towards the female war goddess, the world was turned upside down, day and night were ignored, and the sky was filled with black snow and dyed red.

"Chaotianque!"

Besieged from all sides, the female war goddess simply refused to avoid him. Seeing that there was no wind in her black hair, she automatically moved forward. The spear in her hand bloomed with infinite green light, sweeping through the nine-day wind and snow, and directly killed the strange portal.

Qingluan's shadow crosses the sky.

The bursts of gun wind can even tear apart the void. The so-called evil spirit ghosts are no match. They collapse instantly after being touched, just like a ragtag crowd worshiping the true emperor.

but.

Strange portals are not something to be taken lightly. Even though Qingluan is the king of birds, he is still unable to be harmed even if he is placed just below the Phoenix and Suzaku. Instead, he is swallowed up and destroyed.

"Projection at the gate of hell..."

"The identity of this ghost king is not simple, I want to live."

When a god and a ghost were fighting each other, a voice suddenly sounded in Liuzhu's heart. She took action without any warning, and took a step forward, her pupils shining with golden light.

"Well!"

A single word was spoken softly, and the words followed the law. The sonorous sound was like thunder, and in the blink of an eye, countless golden texts filled the void, turning into chains of laws to trap the ghost king.

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone present.

"What do you want to do!"

The Ghost King struggled wildly and asked Liuzhu sternly.

Liuzhu was silent.

He had no choice but to turn to the two people behind Liuzhu: "What do you mean? If Leiyin Temple doesn't give me a reasonable explanation, Fengdu City and you will fight to the death!"

"us…"

The two people who were equally confused were about to say something.

Who would have thought.

Liuzhu was the first to hit the Buddhist big mudra and slapped the Ghost King's chest mercilessly.

The ghost king flew out upside down, and she followed suit.

Immediately afterwards.

She raised her jade feet wearing egret short boots, slammed them towards the Ghost King's head, stepped down hard, and trampled on the face of the majestic Ghost King, she looked down slantingly, arrogantly and indifferently:
Chapter completed!