Chapter 1599: The Angry Immortal Heaven resolves your grievances, and a stick of incense comes to calm Di Ying
presumptuous!
How presumptuous is this?
Diying Shengzhu has never seen such a young person.
It was clear that he was very weak before, so after the so-called "Heavenly Secret Loading", did he really think that he had gained a new destiny?
Can nature be given to you by yourself?
joke!
There is no one else here, otherwise, if you don’t know, you might think that it is this ignorant human being in front of you who has received the fate of the ancestral god!
"Seed of a deceased infant!"
The branches of the Diying Sacred Tree were thrown into the sky, spilling out masses of wet tree seeds filled with rich vitality.
The tree seed stuck to nothingness and hatched quickly. In just the blink of an eye, it gave birth to countless life forms that she had swallowed before.
In Dao Qiongcang's eyes, each of these people is so familiar that he can easily pick up their respective information:
"Half-saint prays for good, belongs to the tree of death, was born in the southern region, is good at magic, and the way of life."
"The long legacy of a semi-saint, the body of a ghost beast, born in the Northern Territory, one of the defective experimental products of Bei Huai."
"Half-Saint White Feather, Ring of Holy Rainbow..."
"Half Saint..."
Without exception, this time Diying Shengzhu was serious.
The Dao Infants she took out all started at the semi-saint level, as if they were deeply afraid of the unknown and powerful "Six Paths of Heaven" mode.
But under such serious attack, Sword Immortal Dao Dao Qiongang only glanced at it and turned a blind eye to the changes around him.
He only slowly raised the Buddha's Light Giant Sword in his hand, which was so long and wide that it could cover most of his body. His fingertips lightly brushed the sword body and murmured to himself:
"We haven't seen each other for thirty years, right?"
"Thirty years of worldly affairs, all your fame and achievements are in the dust. Now, the world only remembers the divine sword Xuan Cang and the four fierce swords. I am afraid that your reputation has been forgotten..."
Buzz!
The sword shook unwillingly, and the Buddha's light suddenly glowed.
The shining gold reflected the evil infants all around, whose faces were radiant, seeming to be detached and holy.
"Woo——"
"Uh uh..."
"Die, die, die!!"
Under the extreme catalysis of the super-Taoist life attributes, each of the infant species grew rapidly, and reached maturity in just a few breaths.
The baby is born, the fruit is dropped...
As soon as the fruit matures, the infants will fall off from the void, and each one will be given a wisp of the soul consciousness of the Yingsheng Sacred Plant, giving them some energy.
"kill him!"
The beautiful tree mother's thick rhizome was pulled out from the ground, and while retreating step by step, she gave her only order:
At all costs, kill these people who are pretending to be gods and ghosts.
hiss!
A shrill wail sounded from nowhere, and in response to the actions of the thirty or forty infant race people, the charging horn sounded, and many figures screamed and rushed towards the sky at the same time.
…
"Keng——"
At this moment, the giant sword flipped over, and the Sanskrit sound penetrated through the ages.
Dao Qiongcang raised his eyelids and stared blankly at the dozens of poor, crazy infants, his sword robe swaying in the wind.
There was a sound in the void, and a sigh came down:
"I can't see you in life, you are so proud, how can you be so courageous only in death?"
A trace of sarcasm curled up in the corner of Dao Qiongcang's mouth, without concealing the disdain between his brows, he snorted:
"Sad!"
After finishing speaking, facing the dozens and a half saints, he calmly lifted the sword in his hand.
Whoosh!
The pseudo-swordsmanship formation diagram under his feet stirred up waves of dust, and invisible waves of power swept out in all directions.
The bright Buddha's light dyed his hands from the sword, from his shoulders to his body, and finally even the sword robe in the sky was covered with a layer of pure scale light.
"Big Buddha..."
Dao Qiongtian's lips and teeth opened, and thousands of powers converged into one sword.
A giant Buddha suddenly appeared in the sky, descended from the sky, and settled around Dao Qiongang, shutting out the half-saints of the infant race who were bullying him from all directions.
No matter how he moved, the giant sword that was lifted in front of his chest had been moved under his left waist, and he pulled it hard to the right...
"cut!"
The sword light flies across, from the inside to the outside.
The ring-shaped golden color expanded instantly, and even the protecting Buddha was cut into two halves by his own sword light in an instant.
"What?!"
The Diying Holy Strain, which exploded away from a distance, changed its expression in horror upon seeing this.
She only had time to allow her body to jump high into the air, high above the golden sword light that was approaching in an instant, without being cut into pieces.
As for those infants...
The fighting consciousness of this group of semi-saints is no longer at the same level as before each of them was alive, and is now under the unified control of the Diying Holy Strain.
With a sword, the giant Buddha slashed through the ring, and each of the Yingzhong people still carried out the previous thoughts of the Yingshengzhu: They only wanted to break through the resistance of the giant Buddha's body to their attack, and had no intention of escaping.
Now, all of them have been caught, and no one has slipped through the net!
"boom--"
After the sword light, you can hear the roar.
Diying Shengzhu came back to his senses and looked around, and was horrified to see that the heaven and the earth were both cut apart by a sword of golden light.
The branches and vines covering the wall path were all broken...
The high walls of the Siming Temple itself are divided diagonally...
Even the body!
Diying Shengzhu felt a chill in his body, and when he swept his holy mind down, he realized that the sword light that he thought he could avoid by bouncing was actually an illusion.
She had already been killed by the giant Buddha's sword!
"hiss--"
Pain invades the soul.
The Diying Holy Plant discovered that there were wisps of purple evil energy on itself, and the black evil energy was evaporated, purified, and transcended by the power contained in the golden sword light!
This is a pain beyond being cut off.
The power of the giant sword itself has natural restraint against the power of the evil god, the power of her evil ancestor of medicine, and even all the powers that are essentially related to the "demon nature"!
"This is……"
The Holy Strain of Diying was purified to the point of being mentally disturbed. After he was forcibly restored to consciousness, he realized that it was not the Immortal Sword Dao and the Dao Qiongcang Sword Dao itself that was stronger in nature.
But that sword!
And the terrifying power contained in that sword!
She carefully identified the giant sword in Dao Qiongcang's hand, which was covered with gold. There were nine gold-plated Buddha images sitting on the gauntlet, either in the posture of worship, or in the posture of being careless, or in the posture of dozing off, or in the posture of praying, or in the posture of...
No need to look again, just one glance, Diying Shengzhu suddenly remembered the nature of this sword and why it has natural restraint on itself:
"One of the five great artifacts of Chaos, the Raging Immortal Buddha Sword?"
For a moment, Diying Shengzhu's thoughts were in a trance.
It is true that Dao Qiongcang has mentioned the word "angry immortal" before.
But shouldn't this "Wrathful Immortal" be a name randomly chosen by the sword holder? How does it have anything to do with "Buddha Sword·Wrathful Immortal"?
"How can you possibly get its approval?"
The Diying Holy Plant roared with a tearful voice.
The Buddha's Sword Fury Immortal not only has high requirements for the ancient sword cultivator's sword intent, but also has higher requirements for his character.
If there is no fate of Buddha, there is no way to help the world and save people's hearts, and there is no idea that "Buddha will save the world in peace, Buddha will save the immortals in anger, all worlds are equal, and immortals and mortals are one"...
It is difficult for the sword holder to even draw the sword!
But in front of the sky, the perception of swordsmanship seems to be magnificent, and it is clear that the outside is strong and the inside is strong, but it is pieced together from here and there.
Essentially, he has a master with good swordsmanship.
How can such a mediocre person get the green eyes of the Buddha's Sword Angry Immortal?
"Pap tap tap..."
The upper and lower bodies of sections of infants were smashed to the ground one after another, twisting and curling up in the Buddha's light. Although they did not die, they screamed incessantly.
Upon closer inspection, the sword light that splits each half of the body of the infant race contains the meaning of Mo Jian, hiding the reality of the separation of time and space.
It is still vaguely visible that there is a very light golden "wishing force" inside that adheres to the wound, preventing the super-realized life attribute from resurrecting.
Dao Qiongcang chuckled, swung the sword and put it on his shoulder.
Suddenly, he realized that this move was very indecent and inconsistent with his status as a swordsman, so he had no choice but to move the sword back, hold it at an angle with all his strength, and stand proudly.
When Diying Shengzhu asked this question in shock, he, who was born as the Riddler, did not intend to answer in detail even though he had become the Sword Immortal Dao Dao Qiongang. On the contrary, his response was more concise and disdainful:
"A summer of chilling cicadas is enough to cry miserably."
"Want to know about autumn and winter? Just make your ears smile!"
Bang!
He shook the Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword down.
The strong will power surged out like a golden torrent, spreading along the Mysterious Formation of Pseudo-Sword Dao, instantly transcending the souls of the Ying-died Sacred Plant in each of the infant race people, causing them to stop struggling and go west peacefully.
have to say.
Just these two sentences, just this action.
Diying Shengzhu's anger was directly aroused to the extreme.
rampant!
It is simply as rampant as transgression!
It's just that you just killed more than thirty of my deceased infants with one sword. Do you really think you have a Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword? Are you really lawless?
"Tao! Qiong! Cang!"
The Diying Sacred Plant drank angrily and actually stimulated swollen nameless infant seeds in its own fractures.
The infant species has no form at all, and is only endowed with the most powerful power of the Medicine Ancestor, transforming into vitality, steep and broken.
With the sound of "chi la", the purple-green life juice splashed out like pus from a sore, pulling up and down, causing the lotus roots to break.
brush!
In an instant, the willpower was wiped away.
The upper and lower halves of the Diying Holy Plant are connected back together, just like the beginning of the war.
Such a disgusting way of "connecting" made Dao Qiongtian frown.
This time, there is no need for Diying Shengzhu to take action.
He had already swiped the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword with one finger, stained it with nine drops of holy blood, broke the Buddha Sword's ring, and sacrificed it to kill them all.
Immediately, the golden light bloomed in the sword, and Dao Qiongcang also muttered something:
"The way of the sword is called 'Nine'. Jiu is here to take control and cleanse my roots of wisdom..."
"The way of the sword is called 'Wan'. Wan Jian returns and pays homage to the Buddha in the West..."
"The way of the sword is called 'heart'. The heart is fearless and the eyes are fearless..."
"The way of the sword is called 'Mo'..."
"The way of the sword is called 'love'..."
"The way of the sword is called 'wu'..."
The heavy sounds overlapped in one place, as if there were nine mouths hidden in his mouth, and the nine mouths were mumbling at the same time, producing nine sounds.
The nine sounds correspond to the nine bloods, and the nine bloods return to form.
After a moment of worship, I was born as a Buddha!
"Familiar with..."
Two "swastikas" were printed on Dao Qiongcang's eyes, and at the end he could no longer hear the words in his mouth, but the layers of light on his body increased, enveloping his whole body in golden light, making him hazy and illusory.
Suddenly, he threw the Angry Immortal high, and the Buddha's sword spun up. He clasped his hands together and pressed his fingertips against the falling sword.
The Sanskrit sounds finally converge into existence, and they are conveyed with this word:
"There is no resentment in the world, the three realms are empty, there is emptiness, and there is no evolution."
"If the Buddha has a grudge, the prison should be full, the underworld should be filled, and the human world should be sparse."
The body is rickety.
Lift it up sharply.
"Heaven's solution, there is resentment!"
Behind the sky, a huge Buddha appears.
That statue has eyes closed and a sad face. The left hand wants to rest in the sky but is half-lowered. The right palm wants to rest quietly but has little force. It has a strong feeling of being unable to do anything, "It is difficult for people to live in this world, and it is difficult for people to live in this world."
But it fell into the eyes of Diying Shengzhu...
Such an inactive Buddha image has a golden solution flowing all over his body - that is actually the surging power of faith, the power of the second generation of pure spiritual thoughts and wishes!
His sorrow is my sorrow.
It's just that when the power of this phase first appeared, it was clear that the Diying Shengzhu was compatible with the fate of the ancestors. I still felt that I was humble and could not match the meaning of the other phase to help the world.
"boom!"
Her roots suddenly exploded, like a human kneeling down, and her upper body fell steeply to the ground.
impossible!
This is impossible!
The Diying Sacred Plant, which was lying on its knees, looked like a crazy demon.
She wanted to lift her body up and refused to worship the Buddha, but her thoughts were crazy and the suppression she suffered was even greater.
Like a mountain!
Like the sea sinking shoulders!
There is no need to touch the Buddha at such a vast distance. The Buddha's image has been invited and already has the power of aspiration to "slowly" transcend its own evil spirits, demonic spirits, and all kinds of alienated powers.
Xu Xu only refers to the indifference, not the speed.
"No--"
Diying Shengzhu buried his head and roared.
Her whole body was festering and she was losing everything.
But the more frantic and resistant she became, the more unable she was to hold her head up.
The extraordinary experience from ancient times to the present made Di Ying Shengzhu quickly realize the "thought" and "goodness" of this phase...
Higher than yourself!
His way is like that of the ten ancestors!
With such a powerful force of suppression, how can we be afraid of struggling and breaking free? Only when we have a heart that is essentially good can we break away from the reality of "transcendence".
Can……
Quiet?
Calm down?
Be dedicated to good and stop being different from yourself?
--How can it be!
Diying Shengzhu is simply going crazy.
She has fallen under the evil gate. If she follows the path of the Buddha, her own path will surely collapse.
But if you don't obey, how can you break free from this terrible power and seek freedom?
besides!
How could such a sword be achieved by Xiao Xiaodao Qiongqiang, who was well versed in stealing and had no idea where he borrowed such power?
"Buddha Sword, Buddha Sword, lend me the Buddha Sword..."
"I don't need to have anything, it comes from nothing..."
While he was kneeling on the ground, he heard the sound of footsteps ahead, accompanied by several melancholy sounds.
The Tianjie of Dao Qiongcang is indeed what Di Ying Shengzhu thought. It is not the Tianjie in its normal form at all - he is not a Sword Immortal in the first place.
It is true that he just borrowed someone's power and was entrusted to hold a certain sword. When he saw impurity, he asked for this sword and this power to return someone's wish.
"You are the ancestral tree of heaven, the root of the birth. The root says: Until this life, protect the world and my destiny...the destiny of heaven cannot be violated!"
"With your fate at this point, how can the stolen opportunity of the ancestors help you achieve 'illusion'? It should be noted that illusion is inherently empty, and nothingness is simply conjecture."
"How can a fool's whims compare to the innate 'ancestral god's fate'?"
Dao Qiongcang walked softly and slowly arrived in front of the Holy Tree of Diying.
As soon as he put his hand into the void, there was no need to summon him. The Angry Immortal Buddha Sword had returned from the "Heaven's Solution" and landed in the palm of his hand.
Lift the sword.
Dao Qiongcang shook his head lightly.
"My friend, to help the world and save people, and to suppress evil spirits, he is willing to give up his natural life and fall into an inverted pagoda. This is 'truth'."
"And you, my other friend, started out in vain, tampered with heaven's secrets, built castles in the sky, and fished for the moon in the water. This is the 'ancestral god'? This is the 'fake'."
He held the Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword and turned the sword tip downwards.
The image of the heavenly Buddha in the back is merciless and compassionate, forgetting life and death, as if he is no longer in the way of heaven and transcends the three realms.
Buzz…
The Buddhas gathered together and turned into golden light that poured into the Dao firmament. In fact, through the hands of the Dao firmament, it converged into the Wrathful Immortal Buddha Sword.
The Sword of the Angry Immortal Buddha soared into the sky with a golden light, burning up all the power of vows, like a stick of incense.
Dao Qiongcang is like a puppet of heaven who can obtain world-shattering power after receiving an order and simply executing it.
He aimed the sword and the incense at the prostrate Diying Sacred Tree, at its huge and trembling crown, at the unwillingness and endless resentment in his heart, at the evil that could bring disaster to the world...
One town!
"Today I will kill the evil spirits, pay my vows, burn a stick of incense, and the world will be pure... Just go."