Chapter 277 Mountain Rain Tower

As Wang Fuqiang entered that artistic conception again, the aura around him surged again.

The rune land disappeared, the Fuxi plate disappeared, the mountain and river fans disappeared, and even the five flying swords disappeared.

In Wang Fuqiang's hands, there was only a long sword, the long sword given by the Louwailou, Fengyi Town, which had killed the gods, and this sword itself was a god-killing god.

The monks from Tianxin Temple who came from the Western Regions also knew about this.

And he knew much more than this.

This sword is the last family of Fengyi Town, and it is also the reason why it has not fallen until now. Now that this sword has been taken away by Wang Fuqiang, the number of Fengyi Town can last for about a hundred years.

Of course he knew how terrible this sword was, but he didn't think that this sword could have any terrible effect in Wang Fuqiang's hands.

After all, whether a weapon is powerful depends not only on the level of the weapon itself, but mainly depends on the user's cultivation level. No matter how powerful Wang Fuqiang is, he is just a young man. In the world of cultivation, Wang Fuqiang can only be regarded as a child and just getting started.

How capable can a just a casual cultivator have?

But he seemed to have forgotten that Wang Fuqiang could enter that wonderful artistic conception, and seemed to have also forgotten that neither Shanhe Academy nor Liu Zhi were willing to put his hope on this young man.

He did know a little about Wang Fuqiang, but he didn't know much. Moreover, all his understanding of Wang Fuqiang was after Wang Fuqiang entered the Yuanyang Realm, and even after Liu Zhi's two swords.

He didn't even know what Wang Fuqiang was and where he came from.

There is a sword energy constantly condensing, not a Haoran sword or a Zongheng sword. The sword energy seems a bit peaceful, not as majestic as the Haoran sword, nor as powerful and sharp as the Zongheng sword. The sword energy seems gentle and melancholy, like a depressed scholar, chanting poems and complaining, like an abandoned resentful woman, complaining in the middle of the night.

But it seems to have a lot of indifference and endless resentment, just like telling the world.

This sword is called Nine Hundred Li.

This sword comes from a place called Jianqi Mountain and River, and comes from a wandering cultivator named Yun Tianyun.

This sword originally had no name, but Wang Fuqiang added a name himself.

This sword is about to die without life.

Wang Fuqiang opened his eyes and handed it out with a sword.

As the sword was handed out, it was like a meteor crossing the night sky, fleeting.

This sword was so fast that almost no one could see it clearly.

A snow-white sword energy tear apart the void, crossed the huge golden body of Dharma images, and crossed the eminent monk of Tianxin Temple.

A sword is nine hundred miles away, and nine hundred miles away is only between one sword.

And as this sword disappeared, the world was silent.

In front of everyone, the huge magical golden body began to dissipate, one by one, starting with the neatly cut palms and spreading along the arms.

It looks very slow, but it seems to be very fast, because it instantly reaches the body, and then it completely disappears in an instant, with only countless golden lights floating upwards into the sky.

This Dharma Image Golden Body is so big that everyone's eyes are on this Dharma Image Golden Body, and no one pays attention to the eminent monk of Tianxin Temple.

At the heart of this monk in Tianxin Temple, a sword penetrated it completely. The Buddha's heart that had been beating for tens of thousands of years completely stopped beating at this moment.

At the same time, not far away, the female temple named Yang Jun was originally held in the air by runes, but at this moment the runes dissipated and her whole body fell directly to the ground.

While her body fell, something appeared in her arms, hovered in the air without falling.

It was the vajra that helped the old Taoist block Wang Fuqiang's sword, and the Golden Buddha Zen Heart, one of the most treasures of Buddhism.

The golden Buddha Zen Heart twice blocked Wang Fuqiang's attack, especially Wang Fuqiang's second sword, leaving a crack on the golden Buddha Zen Heart.

At this moment, the golden light of the golden Buddha Zen heart was huge, and then the slight cracks on it began to spread, getting bigger and bigger, and then exploded instantly. The golden light in the sky dissipated, turning into golden light, falling continuously, covering the falling Yang Jun.

This may be the last method of the monk from Tianxin Temple.

With the protection of these golden lights, Yang Jun did not fall directly to the ground, but instead descended, lying gently on a piece of grass. In the sky, the monk from Tianxin Temple clasped his hands together and said "Amitabha", and his body dissipated and turned into a little golden light.

As his body was about to completely dissipate, golden lights appeared on the sky, with Buddha sounds singing, heavy and solemn. Then Buddhist runes continued to fall, surrounding the monk of Tianxin Temple to prevent the dissipation of the golden lights. Unfortunately, although the secret method of Buddhism is powerful, the golden lights dissipated too quickly, so in the end only one relic was retained.

One by one, the monks of Tianxin Temple continued to appear, like gods and Buddhas who came to the world. These monks had different expressions, some were polite and some were angrily jealous.

After all these monks appeared, they folded their hands together and said in unison: "Amitabha!"

An old monk raised his hand, and Yang Jun lying on the ground flew up out of thin air, and then appeared in front of him. The old monk glanced at Yang Jun, then formed seals with both hands, and knocked a Buddhist seal into Yang Jun's body, and then said to a monk from Tianxin Temple beside him: "Send her back."

The monk said nothing. After taking Yang Jun, he turned into a golden light and disappeared.

The old monk once again made seals with both hands, constantly blessing the Buddhist secret techniques on the relics, then took out a Buddhist treasure and put it in it, and imposed marks on the treasure.

After all this, the old monk put away the relics.

At this time, a monk from Tianxin Temple spoke, "Abbot, how to deal with this matter?"

The old monk glanced around and shook his head and said, "Everything has a cause and effect. Junior Brother Xuanbei has also tasted the evil result and was also considered liberation. This matter is given up. As for the donor of the king, whether it is good or evil, and the retribution of freedom, we will not interfere."

The monk from Tianxin Temple who asked questions nodded and said heavily: "Junior brother just can't understand why such a resentful and murderous person has a wish with me, it's really..."

The old monk said, "The matter of fate is mysterious and cannot be explained clearly. As for the ruthlessness, it is not entirely true. Some things cannot be seen with your eyes, while some things may not be seen in real terms."

He continued: "My Buddha is merciful, I hope that Junior Brother Xuanbei can realize this supreme Buddhist will soon and ascend to Nirvana."

The monk who asked the question asked again: "Is this the last disaster for Junior Brother Xuanbei?"

The old monk nodded, "So it may not be a bad thing. Amitabha, good, good!"

After the words came, his body turned into a golden light and disappeared. Soon, the monks of Tianxin Temple also disappeared, and the world returned to Qingming again, as if nothing had happened.

In the distance, the powerful men from Luoxing Kingdom were unable to recover until now, and they could not believe their eyes.

Just now, nine monks were dispatched in Tianxin Temple, one of them was even the abbot of Tianxin Temple. So many monks appeared at the same time and did not attack Wang Fuqiang, which made them even more confused.

It was at this moment that everyone discovered that Wang Fuqiang was gone.

As they expected, Wang Fuqiang really won, and it seemed that he had killed the monk from Tianxin Temple, but now they were hesitating whether to attack Wang Fuqiang.

They made up their minds before because they thought they had the interests, but now it seems that at least the interests related to Tianxin Temple no longer exist, because Tianxin Temple has dispatched so many monks but has not taken action against Wang Fuqiang. Then even if they really killed Wang Fuqiang, they would not have any connection with Tianxin Temple.

With one sword of nine hundred miles, Wang Fuqiang is already nine hundred miles away at this moment.

After forcibly entering that artistic conception twice, Wang Fuqiang now can be said to be at the end of his true strength. He only needs a little external force to easily destroy him.

He was sitting by a stream at the moment, and the sword was placed beside him, because he now had no strength to put the sword into the storage bag.

(Three thousand words, tomorrow's supplement.)

The rune land disappeared, the Fuxi plate disappeared, the mountain and river fans disappeared, and even the five flying swords disappeared.

In Wang Fuqiang's hands, there was only a long sword, the long sword given by the Louwailou, Fengyi Town, which had killed the gods, and this sword itself was a god-killing god.

The monks from Tianxin Temple who came from the Western Regions also knew about this.

And he knew much more than this.

This sword is the last family of Fengyi Town, and it is also the reason why it has not fallen until now. Now that this sword has been taken away by Wang Fuqiang, the number of Fengyi Town can last for about a hundred years.

Of course he knew how terrible this sword was, but he didn't think that this sword could have any terrible effect in Wang Fuqiang's hands.

After all, whether a weapon is powerful depends not only on the level of the weapon itself, but mainly depends on the user's cultivation level. No matter how powerful Wang Fuqiang is, he is just a young man. In the world of cultivation, Wang Fuqiang can only be regarded as a child and just getting started.

How capable can a just a casual cultivator have?

But he seemed to have forgotten that Wang Fuqiang could enter that wonderful artistic conception, and seemed to have also forgotten that neither Shanhe Academy nor Liu Zhi were willing to put his hope on this young man.

He did know a little about Wang Fuqiang, but he didn't know much. Moreover, all his understanding of Wang Fuqiang was after Wang Fuqiang entered the Yuanyang Realm, and even after Liu Zhi's two swords.

He didn't even know what Wang Fuqiang was and where he came from.

There is a sword energy constantly condensing, not a Haoran sword or a Zongheng sword. The sword energy seems a bit peaceful, not as majestic as the Haoran sword, nor as powerful and sharp as the Zongheng sword. The sword energy seems gentle and melancholy, like a depressed scholar, chanting poems and complaining, like an abandoned resentful woman, complaining in the middle of the night.

But it seems to have a lot of indifference and endless resentment, just like telling the world.

This sword is called Nine Hundred Li.

This sword comes from a place called Jianqi Mountain and River, and comes from a wandering cultivator named Yun Tianyun.

This sword originally had no name, but Wang Fuqiang added a name himself.

This sword is about to die without life.

Wang Fuqiang opened his eyes and handed it out with a sword.

As the sword was handed out, it was like a meteor crossing the night sky, fleeting.

This sword was so fast that almost no one could see it clearly.

A snow-white sword energy tear apart the void, crossed the huge golden body of Dharma images, and crossed the eminent monk of Tianxin Temple.

A sword is nine hundred miles away, and nine hundred miles away is only between one sword.

And as this sword disappeared, the world was silent.

In front of everyone, the huge magical golden body began to dissipate, one by one, starting with the neatly cut palms and spreading along the arms.

It looks very slow, but it seems to be very fast, because it instantly reaches the body, and then it completely disappears in an instant, with only countless golden lights floating upwards into the sky.

This Dharma Image Golden Body is so big that everyone's eyes are on this Dharma Image Golden Body, and no one pays attention to the eminent monk of Tianxin Temple.

At the heart of this monk in Tianxin Temple, a sword penetrated it completely. The Buddha's heart that had been beating for tens of thousands of years completely stopped beating at this moment.

At the same time, not far away, the female temple named Yang Jun was originally held in the air by runes, but at this moment the runes dissipated and her whole body fell directly to the ground.
To be continued...