"Where did this boneless relic come from? Monk, you don't have to worry about it. The boneless relic was left behind by the powerful monks in the Nirvana Realm of the Buddha Sect who failed to overcome the great tribulation of ascension. It contains the artistic conception of the Tao of the heavenly tribulation.
, As for the other effects, there is no need for Fu to explain, right?" Fu Feiran said with a mysterious smile.
"As a member of the Buddhist sect, I naturally know that this boneless relic can not only enable me to realize the great catastrophe of ascension in advance, but also after taking it, it can improve my cultivation for at least five hundred years. It is indeed the supreme treasure of our Buddhist sect.
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"The old monk is quite honest."
There was also a surprised expression on the face of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord, and even the green aura flashing in the black hat of the man in black was a bit surprised.
"Old Man Fu, I didn't expect you to be able to obtain such treasures. It seems that you must have visited many ancient ruins in the past hundreds of years, right?"
"Donor Fu, this boneless relic is extremely precious. I don't have anything to offer as an equal bet." Monk Wuxiang said with a bitter look on his face.
Hearing this, Fu Feiran couldn't help but sneered: "I just praised you for your honesty, but now you are being naughty again. If I remember correctly, you have a big piece of heavenly alchemy in your hand, monk, right?"
"Heavenly Alchemy? Wuxiang, you actually have such a rare thing in your hand?"
"Even if Heavenly Alchemy is placed in the upper world, it is very rare. How can it still exist in our world?"
The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord and the man in black robe also said in surprise.
When Monk Wuxiang heard this, his face became even more bitter. He smiled bitterly and said, "Donor Fu's information is really well-informed." After speaking, a golden light flashed on his hand, and a golden fist-sized piece of metal appeared in his palm. This piece of metal
It looks like gold, but what shines on its surface is not golden light, but a spiritual light condensed by golden runes.
Before Fu Feiran could speak, Monk Wuxiang continued: "The boneless relic is of no use to the donor Fu, but it is extremely precious to the old monk. The old monk is willing to use this piece of heavenly alchemy in exchange for the boneless relic in the donor's hand.
How good is the bone relic?”
"How can this be done? Aren't we gambling?" Fu Feiran said, shaking his head like a rattle.
"Since Fu Donor has a strong gambling habit, can I use other things for gambling?" Monk Wuxiang said.
"What?" Fu Feiran also showed an interested expression.
"If our Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong wins this time, the Daqian Dynasty will merge Suizhou into the Buddha Kingdom. And if the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong wins, the Buddha Kingdom will merge Yongzhou into the Daqian Dynasty. What?
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"Betting on a state's land?" Fu Feiran laughed when he heard this.
"Monk, are you so confident?"
At this time, the voice of the black-robed man came to Fu Feiran's ears: "Brother Fu, if the boneless relic is given to Wu Xiang, aren't you worried that he will use it to break through the initial bottleneck and enter the middle stage of divine transformation? In this way, you
I may not be able to compete, even if I can win a state this time, it will be taken away sooner or later."
"Brother Zhuo, there is no need to worry. Even if Monk Wuxiang possesses this boneless relic, he will not be able to advance to the middle stage of divine transformation. That piece of heavenly alchemy is of great use to me, and it is something I must get. However, Brother Zhuo recently wants to
Pay more attention to the Old Demon of Ten Thousand Poisons. The remnant soul of that demon has been born, and I am worried that the old demon will collude with the demon."
"We are not the only four god-transforming monks in the ancient continent today. Does the old devil really want to arouse public outrage and stand with the demon?"
"It's hard to say. Back then, the holy concubine's clone descended to the lower world, causing a great massacre in the world of immortality. Now that the demon's remnant soul has been born, the illusion of the dragon spirit will also appear in the world again."
"What? Once the dragon spirit illusion appears in the world, the Holy Concubine's clone will inevitably be reborn. By then, won't the world be in turmoil again, with killings and calamities everywhere?"
"This is exactly what I am worried about. You and I have both lived for more than a thousand years. We originally wanted to find a way to break through quietly, hoping that one day we could ascend to the upper world. Alas, now it seems that there is little hope. Now
If the avatar of the holy concubine appears again, it is unknown whether she can survive this calamity."
After a pause, Fu Feiran continued to say to the black-robed man: "Now we can only think of every possible way to improve our own strength as soon as possible. This is the only way to cope with the disaster."
The man in black robe heard the words, but did not answer, obviously acquiescing to Fu Feiran's words.
"I am not confident. Suizhou was originally an area controlled by our Buddhist Kingdom. Didn't Donor Fu win it from me in a bet five hundred years ago? Now I just want to take over the land of our Buddhist Kingdom."
"Haha." Fu Feiran laughed when he heard this: "Old monk, don't lose your wife and lose your troops. Suizhou didn't win back, and Yongzhou also lost in the end, but I agreed to your proposal."
Monk Wuxiang and Fu Feiran agreed on a bet, so they didn't say anything more and both looked down.
Xiao Lin was looking at Monk Fayuan at this moment, his face full of solemnity.
Although this monk Fayuan is only in the late stage of Prajna realm, just like himself, he does not dare to have the slightest intention to show off. The power of the Great Brahma Buddha's sound, the supreme secret method of Buddhism, is completely beyond the realm of immortal magic.
The power is even higher than ordinary minor spiritual arts.
With a wave of his sleeves, Xiao Lin took the lead and took action. The densely packed Qingluan Ice Sword was like a sky full of cold stars, surging with endless cold energy and slashing towards Monk Fayuan.
Monk Fayuan's body flashed with golden light. In his palm, he gently held a golden lotus. The golden lotus slowly bloomed in the eyes of everyone. When it fully bloomed, it suddenly emitted a golden light that filled the sky and shot out in all directions.
Countless lotus leaves.
The golden lotus leaves faced Xiao Lin's Qingluan Ice Sword exactly.
At the same time, a golden flying knife appeared in the center of the golden lotus. The flying knife slowly floated up, and with a slight sway, it turned into nine mouths, condensed nine rays of golden light, and shot toward Xiao Lin.
The speed of the flying knife was extremely fast, almost in the blink of an eye it reached about ten feet in front of Xiao Lin.
But Xiao Lin was obviously prepared. Black light appeared around him, and nine golden flying knives scattered the black light. Xiao Lin was nowhere to be found inside.
When Monk Fayuan saw this, his face condensed, and the golden light on his body flashed, turning into a golden Buddha and wrapping it in it.
"Boom boom boom~~"
Tens of feet above his head, Xiao Lin's figure appeared. With a squeeze of his hands, thousands of green bolts swept out and shot toward Monk Fayuan from all directions.
Immediately afterwards, a series of explosion sounds came, and the golden Buddha's figure also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A look of surprise flashed in Fayuan's eyes, but he did not panic. He raised one hand to his chest, and the sound of obscure scriptures sounded in his mouth. Golden runes emerged from his mouth and spread out, and soon
It blends into the golden Buddha.
The golden Buddha's shadow became much more solid in an instant, and stopped disintegrating. Not only that, the golden runes spread out in all directions, directly interacting with Xiao Lin's Taixu Ziwu Divine Light.
Collided together.
Golden and blue rays of light flew in all directions, and continuous explosions like cannons were heard. Xiao Lin had already retreated to a hundred feet away, pointing one hundred and eight Qingluan Ice Swords beside him with one hand.
The one hundred and eight Qingluan Ice Swords suddenly flashed with aura, and when the aura dissipated, they turned into a black long sword, hanging in the air.
"Fusion magic weapon?"
"What kind of terrifying power will a magic weapon that combines one hundred and eight flying swords into one?"
"Unexpectedly, we underestimated Junior Brother Xiao. His combat prowess is much stronger than what he showed."
Monk Fayuan was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly.
"Cut~"
Xiao Lin's cold voice sounded, and the ink-colored Qingluan Sword directly turned into a beam of ink light hundreds of meters high, and slashed towards the golden Buddha in the air.
The golden Buddha suddenly raised his head, and a pair of golden arms slowly lifted up and crossed over him. At this time, the sword light had already struck.
"Boom~"
There was a loud noise, and auras of light shot out. The golden arms were chopped apart in an instant, making a series of explosions. Although the ink sword light was much smaller, it still slashed downwards.
It struck directly on the forehead of the golden Buddha.
"Amitabha." A high-pitched Buddha's name came. Monk Fayuan stood up suddenly, pinched the magic formula with both hands, and golden lights emerged from his body. Behind him and on both sides, each stretched out a pair of
The golden light-condensed arms, a total of six arms, were raised upward at the same time.
"Bang~"
There was a huge earthquake, and the entire arena was shaking. The ink-colored sword light struck Monk Fayuan's six-striped palm, and it exploded immediately, forming circles of ink-colored sword energy. It spread out and struck directly on the arena.
above the mask.
The mask suddenly trembled violently, as if it would break at any time.
After resisting a blow from Xiao Lin's fused Qingluan Ice Sword, Monk Fayuan's face turned pale, but he did not stop. Six golden arms pinched the spells at the same time, and high-pitched Sanskrit sounds began to sound.
Endless runes emanated from Monk Fayuan's body. These runes were the condensed sounds of Brahma and Buddha, and they poured towards Xiao Lin from all directions.
As soon as the sound of the Great Brahma Buddha entered his ears, Xiao Lin suddenly felt relaxed. However, this feeling did not last for a moment. A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood suddenly appeared in front of him. Countless cultivators were fighting, blood sprayed, and heads fell off.
They fell, and even countless people blew themselves up and died, leaving no remains of their bodies.
Strings of black smoke began to pour out from Xiao Lin's body, gradually wrapping him up. The smoke was like ink, astonishingly black.
"Since the donor embarked on the path to immortality, he has committed many sins. There is no hope for him in this life. Should he end it on his own and rebuild the afterlife?" A soft voice sounded in Xiao Lin's sea of consciousness.
Xiao Lin looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in front of him, and the faces of the people who had died by his hands in the past also appeared in his mind one by one.
This made Xiao Lin feel frustrated.
"What is the purpose of cultivating immortality? Is it just to continue to create evil? These people all died because of it, and many of them were even destroyed physically and mentally..."
Then a trace of struggle appeared on Xiao Lin's face.
"No, I have never killed innocent people indiscriminately since I set foot on the path to immortality. These people all had evil thoughts before they died in my hands. They deserved their crimes. Does becoming an immortal mean that you do not commit murder? No, immortality
It is adhering to the way of heaven, which is called killing to stop evil. If I die in your hands, wouldn't the Buddha's saying not to kill be completely false?"
A stream of clear water suddenly flowed in Xiao Lin's sea of consciousness, and the scriptures and culture of the Mending Heaven Sutra became a trickle, swimming in the space of Xiao Lin's sea of consciousness, causing the illusion in front of him to suddenly disappear.
After returning to me, Xiao Lin couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He was actually confused by the sound of Brahma and Buddha, and almost couldn't extricate himself. This was equivalent to the inner demon during the tribulation.
But compared to the inner demon, it was still much worse. When Xiao Lin opened his eyes, nine golden flying knives had already arrived in front of him.
With a wave of Xiao Lin's sleeves, nine Purple Thunder Star Shields were superimposed on each other and blocked in front of him.
"Ding ding ding~"
All nine golden flying knives were knocked away, and Xiao Lin looked at Monk Fayuan with a bit of coldness. The ancient Buddhist Tianzong of the West, the killings he committed were not inferior to those of the immortals, but he always claimed to save the world.
Crossing people is actually just to gather the power of faith and improve one's own cultivation.
Upon thinking of this, Xiao Lin stretched out one hand, and the Qingluan Ice Sword that merged into one shot directly into his palm. Xiao Lin's body swayed slightly and disappeared without a trace.
Monk Fayuan's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he was very surprised. This man actually returned to consciousness in such a short period of time under the spell of the great Brahma Buddha's sound, which was really beyond his expectation.
This man's mind is as firm as a rock.
Seeing Xiao Lin's figure disappear, Monk Fayuan once again gathered his six-armed body to try to block Xiao Lin's attack.
Several feet above the sky, the long black sword appeared in a flash, turned into a shocking sword light, and fell towards Monk Fayuan head-on.
Monk Fayuan had no trouble in his heart. This immortal magic weapon integrated into one was astonishingly powerful, but trying to break his six-armed body was nothing more than a dream. He recited the magic formula, and slowly raised his six golden arms.
A faint golden light shield opened up and stretched over his head.
Just as he finished all this, the black sword light slashed down.
As soon as Monk Fayuan came into contact with the ink sword light, he felt a sharp pain coming from the sea of consciousness, and his consciousness immediately became blurred.
This surprise is no small matter. He has practiced for hundreds of years and naturally knows that this is a spiritual attack that can only be controlled by Buddhist cultivators at the peak of Prajna. The Ananda Palm within the sect is a fusion of Buddhist power and spiritual thoughts.
A technique of double attack.
Although Monk Fayuan was shocked, he did not mess up his stitches and hurriedly used his spiritual thoughts to resist.
Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, dense cracks appeared in his five internal organs, and even his meridians were penetrated by this huge force.
"Pfft~~"
Monk Fayuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew up into the air, hitting the light barrier of the arena hard. The force of the light barrier's backlash suddenly made him see stars, and his consciousness became increasingly confused.
"Physical training?"
"Physical Refiner?"
"Junior brother Xiao is actually a practitioner of both law and body?"
Everyone below clearly saw the scene just now. When Monk Fayuan struggled to resist the blow of the ink-colored sword, Xiao Lin's figure suddenly appeared next to Monk Fayuan, less than three feet away.
A golden halo shone all over his body, and fine golden scales appeared on his exposed skin. He punched Monk Fayuan in the chest.
The protective golden light on Monk Fayuan's chest became brighter and brighter, but it was unable to withstand Xiao Lin's fist. It was directly shaken away and punched Fayuan's chest.