Chapter 1,743: The palm of the Buddha arrests Lu and slaps him in the cage, and I give orders with the sword in white clothes
Chapter 1745: The Buddha’s palm arrests Lu and slaps him in the cage, and I give orders with the sword in white clothes
Plop!
The golden wish power was like lava. When it flowed through the ladder from bottom to top, it made a strange sound like the burning white flames.
Wherever it passes, the road will be crushed and the ladder to heaven will melt.
In just a few breaths, the ladder that stretched to nowhere was in full view of everyone...
"Broken?!"
The ladder to heaven suddenly collapsed.
It has all forms of existence and physical strength.
The block fell from the ladder and was melted by the power of will when it fell into the air.
The power contained in the ladder to heaven had not yet splashed out when it exploded, but it was also wrapped and transformed by the power of will, turning into wisps of spring breeze blowing on the earth.
"The ladder to heaven is really broken!"
Being drunk in the wind does not feel like a spring breeze.
Even if you are just a junior, even if you don’t know much about those on the ladder.
Following the basic concepts, he also clearly knows what everything happening now means:
"The Ladder to Heaven is said to be the only passage from the Holy Spirit Continent to the 'Upper Realm', 'God Realm', and 'Heavenly Realm'."
"Actually, I didn't understand it before, but now everyone should understand that it is the only passage to the secret realm of the Five Holy Emperors!"
"Senior Wuxiu cut off the ladder to heaven, didn't he cut off the way for the Holy Emperor to come?"
"He will be in charge of the Holy Continent for another year. He will become the Lord of the World, and even the ten ancestors will not be able to disobey him?"
After Feng Zhongzui finished speaking, he was a little unable to understand his own understanding.
Even if we replace the Holy Slaves without sleeves with ten resentful Buddhas, we still can't say, "The Ten Patriarchs are irreversible"!
"Where is the Emperor Cangsheng?"
Someone soon noticed this.
What happened just now cannot escape the eyes of the great road that loves the common people.
But at this point, the ladder to heaven has been melted down. How can you love the common people without firing arrows?
Is it because you are afraid of being attacked by your master?
The picture in the missionary mirror changed at the right time and went to the side of Ai Cang Sheng in the Southern Territory, but there was no Ai Cang Sheng, only a yellow headscarf.
Zhong Yuanzi was serious in speech and seemed very aloof.
But he was also very worried about the situation. At the moment, he could only hold his forehead with one hand and explained casually as if helpless:
"It's like this. He may not want to explain, but it is necessary for me to explain it to everyone for him."
"The ancient war platform has been opened."
This was said briefly, but concisely and to the point.
Everyone immediately recalled that just after Emperor Cangsheng shot Zhong Yuanzi in the head with an arrow...
Zhong Yuanzi, unscathed!
Feng Zhongzui suddenly realized it and said in shock:
"In other words, during the opening of the Ancient War God Platform, no matter what turmoil occurred in the five regions, it had nothing to do with the warring parties?"
This is too scary.
This is simply terrifying to think about.
There are many smart people in the five regions. Even if Feng Zhongzui didn't say it clearly, everyone immediately thought of something.
Or, the Holy Slave took advantage of Master Shou's ability to come and go without a trace and put pressure on him, forcing Emperor Cangsheng to use the Ancient War God Platform - does Master Shou know this?
Or, Emperor Cangsheng had decided long ago that no matter what the Holy Slave did, the only person he wanted to beat from the beginning to the end was Master Shou - did Emperor Cangsheng acquiesce?
Regardless of the process, just focus on the results.
Love for the common people can't control the Holy Slave Wuxiu now, can't control the resentment against the Buddha, let alone the meltdown of the ladder to heaven!
And even he can't control it.
In this huge Holy Temple, who else can stop what the Holy Slave is doing right now?
"Elemental Envoy!"
The ten-member council died, divorced, and rebelled.
In the end, after much deliberation, Zhong Yuanzi was the only one left.
But it is obvious that Zhong Yuanzi also knows why he can become such a single seedling.
He avoided all frontal battlefields!
The old fisherman is the king of fishing?
No, he touched the back too obviously.
No, he was sent directly to the ladder to fight in the battle of the Holy Emperor. There was no news for a month, and maybe even the fish heads were chopped off.
Therefore, when it comes to the ultimate fishing, going too far is not enough, and can only be explained by the golden mean!
"I know what everyone is thinking."
The yellow prismatic turban still occupies a small half of the preaching mirror. It wraps Zhong Yuanzi's fluffy afro, but obviously cannot wrap his cerebellum:
"But my power is limited."
"In the ten-member council, there is only one envoy left."
"If my envoy goes to the frontline battlefield, not to mention how useful he can be, there must be people at the rear, right?"
Zhong Yuanzi was actually not good at words.
What he said at this moment was exactly what he was thinking:
"Saving one's life is great, but someone will also need to clean up the mess left after the war, right?"
"This is the role of this envoy."
"As for the ladder to heaven?"
He shook his head and looked into the distance.
I don’t have the eye of the great road, so I can’t actually see anything.
But he knew that if he loved the common people and turned a blind eye, why would a mere elemental envoy rush forward to do it? Send him away?
…
"Om——"
The ladder to heaven is broken.
The sound of Buddha in the five realms is even worse.
The whole world seems to have transformed into the Brahma Kingdom.
In a place invisible to the world, a faint golden light appeared on the sleeveless body at the original ladder to heaven.
As soon as the golden light appeared, it swept towards the sky and into the starry sky.
Steep and spreading!
It bloomed with golden light all around, like a mustard seed containing Sumeru, and when it was broken, a golden Buddha suddenly appeared in the starry sky.
The Buddha is sitting on the lotus platform with his eyes slightly closed. He slowly raises his palms and emits strong golden aspiration power.
It's not very big in itself.
Its power cannot shake the stars.
But as his palms gradually closed together, the Holy Continent shrank gradually, eventually turning into a wisp of dust in the starry sky.
"Bang!"
A large net that could not be seen or touched, but whose existence could be sensed in terms of power, and wrapped in the world constructed by the magic of heaven, exploded!
It exploded right under the noses of everyone in the five regions, just outside the explosion cloud. It was not too far away from the world.
"What is this?"
Some people feel that the great net of Tianjishu is closely related to the Taoist Palace Master.
But before he could express any more doubts, there was another explosion in his ears.
"Bang!"
A world network built by the power of divinity exploded.
"This is……"
Feng Zhongzui now understood.
This level of power should come from the legacy of the Holy Ancestor and is used to protect the world?
"Bang!"
Without any more buffer, the demonic power network exploded outside the world again.
"Is there another level?"
As soon as the third net was broken, everyone was stunned.
Is this the Holy Continent? Is this really not a prison? Why are there so many layers of security...covers wrapped around it?
"Bang!"
Also, the power of Ghost Ancestor!
"Bang!"
Also, the power of the Medicine Ancestor!
"Bang bang bang..."
There are also those with the power of the ancestor of magic, the power of the ancestor of war, the power of the ancestor of dragon, the power of the ancestor of sword...
The land of Buddhism!
Outside the world, above the clouds.
As the Starry Sky Buddha touches the land, in addition to the power of the Time Ancestor and the Heavenly Ancestor, all the ancestral gods who have ever used the Holy Continent as their roots can be deified and called their ancestors.
The "safety cover" left behind was crushed by the Buddha's hand!
When the last layer of the ancestral god cover exploded, peach blossoms withered from the five realms, and it seemed that a cover of some kind had exploded as a bonus...
"flower?"
Drunk and confused by the wind.
For a moment he was in a trance.
Because when the peach blossom appeared, he felt an extremely powerful sword intention, which was the sword intention of the phantom sword technique.
Is this phantom swordsmanship?
Or is it a fantasy swordsmanship created by oneself?
There are other illusions that Feng Zhongzui cannot see, but he is fully qualified to explain the only real one at the moment:
"Look, Senior Wuxiu's life breath is fading!"
The preaching mirror showed the figure who was sitting cross-legged on the original ladder, floating in the clouds, looking like a petrified Saint Slave without sleeves.
He closed his eyes and frowned, and his whole body was burnt.
With the appearance of the land in the Buddha and the response of the Lord of this world, Saint Slave Wu Xiu seemed to have drained all his strength in an instant.
Now, the charred and decayed body shows signs of being blown away by the wind!
"Ha~"
Master Meng appeared next to his master in time and passed through with a breath of immortal energy.
The secret of life is indeed powerful.
All of a sudden, the sleeveless breath of life stabilized.
But even Feng Zhongzui can see that this is not a long-term solution, it only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.
Because once Emperor Cangsheng fires his arrow, Master Shou will be too busy to take care of himself, and there will be no way to maintain his master's vitality.
And if Wu Xiu leaves, will this so-called Lord of the World's one-year agreement become nonsense?
"One year..."
Feng Zhongzui rolled his eyes, a flash of light flashed through his mind, and he suddenly felt that everything was understood.
He slapped his thigh, and the hand holding the missionary mirror trembled with excitement:
"I see!"
"The Holy Slave has no sleeves and has a grudge against the Buddha...perhaps on a single level, he is not as good as the ancestral god."
"But the sleeveless red-scorched hands... no, the red-scorched body is possessed by the whole body and penetrates the spiritual mind. The strength is equivalent to the power of the ancestral source. The height that can be reached after shaping the body is no less than that of the saint in some aspects.
emperor!"
"Using this as my body, I can summon the will of the resentful Buddha. This person is a natural ancestor god, and his meaning is unparalleled... The effect of one plus one is greater than two. I think I saw it today."
Feng Zhongzui swallowed his saliva and said with bright eyes:
"In this case!"
"The fuse ladder is the only way to return from the secret realm of the five holy emperors. Even if Yu Lao above is defeated, the Han Palace Holy Emperor and others will not be able to return in a short time?"
"The purpose of taking charge of this world is to prevent the ten ancestors...or to contain the power of various ancestor gods from interfering with the Holy Continent and the Holy Slave's next plans?"
There is no doubt that this is the most reasonable explanation.
As high as the Holy Emperor, as high as the Ancestral God, when these two obstacles, real and imaginary, are isolated, why can the ten thrones not dominate the Holy God Continent?
One year...
I don't know what I can do.
But for Shengnu, there are too many things he can do in one year, right?
"Now, I only have one question left!"
Feng Zhongzui's mind was spinning so fast that everyone in the five regions could hardly keep up with his rhythm.
In fact, there is only one Feng Zhongzui who seems to be explaining at the moment, but what is running behind the scenes is the entire Feng family's intelligence department.
If Feng Zhongzui is unhappy and cannot understand the situation, his existence itself will have no meaning:
"My only question is this!"
He pointed to the void, to Shouye who was delivering life energy to Mr. Sang, and said sharply:
"It's not enough for the Holy Slave to be without sleeves!"
"Perhaps the Mysterious Half-Saint is very strong, but for the Supreme, his strength is not enough, and it cannot last for a year at all!"
"And Mr. Meng's position in Shengnu has never been that of a supporting player, and he doesn't have the time... Let me count the numbers!"
This is the most glorious moment for Feng Zhongzui.
He just dares to bet!
"three!"
When his countdown was just shouted out.
"Two" didn't even appear. As if drunk in the wind, he suddenly looked to the south and ended directly:
"one!"
In the central region, to the south, the sword is soaring into the sky.
…
Buzz!
When the brother in front of him stopped and his sword intent surged out.
The storyteller's first reaction was not happiness, but worry, full of worry.
He didn't quite know what the specific action was. Because of his strength, he could easily be caught and searched for his soul.
Therefore, his mission is only to protect his brother, and he only has a vague outline of his actions.
But he is smart.
As soon as his brother stopped, he knew that the time had come.
"Do you need someone to do something?"
Taixu is so insignificant at this moment.
The storyteller stepped forward, and the only thing he could do was to hold his brother's elbow and use it as a crutch to support his frail body.
Cold...
There is no warmth in the tentacles.
The arm in the palm was like a dead corpse, and it seemed that even the blood was no longer flowing. The storyteller closed his eyes and said no more.
"Push me... give me a push..."
Bazun knew that the voice was so weak.
So much so that if you look at him from the front, his sloppy and muddy face now looks a bit old.
"How to push?"
"With your hands..."
"How much strength?"
"Seven points..."
Seven-point force, are you really not going to die on the spot?
The storyteller hesitated for a moment, then slowly released a hand. Just as he had gathered strength, a voice came from the front:
"Don't...Lingyuan..."
Bang!
Clap it away with one palm.
The weak and weak Eight Masters did not move at all.
But from his body, a silver stream of light actually jumped out and was thrown into the sky like a dragon!
The storyteller raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes full of surprise.
"elder brother……"
What did he see?
They were dressed in white, in their prime, with long swords on their waists, and could sing with their swords, the Eight Masters of the Sword.
Weak and feeble, they remain before our eyes.
When I was young, I wanted to go to the horizon again.
The silver stream of light jumped away and condensed in mid-air. The madness of its sword intention and the huge power of the sword were almost as soon as it appeared...
Totally out of control!
I was attracted by the images of preaching mirrors from various places in the Central Region!
"bite--"
The preaching mirror mother mirror is originally under control.
At an unexpected moment, the mirror seemed to go berserk, throwing out many scenes for the people of the five regions.
What Feng Zhongzui wants to show everyone is not important.
Mission Mirror Mother Mirror has an idea of its own!
"What?"
The wind was drunk and startled.
He thought that the spirit of the preaching mirror was frightened and turned into a demon, and was going to do something to him. He was just about to ask the old master what the situation was.
But when I accidentally glanced at those pictures a few times from the corner of my eye, my pupils actually trembled violently on their own.
"Wait! Wait!"
"No! No! This..."
Feng Zhongzui's whole body was convulsing out of control, and his hands couldn't stop shaking anymore, so he hurriedly let go of the preaching mirror.
He really wants to grab something!
But he could only point tremblingly at the picture in front of him.
The pictures were thrown out one by one by the mother mirror, forming a scene after scene, pieced together into the whole process of the sword thought flowing from the central region to the south, flying across the sky, and stepping to the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain!
"Ahhhh——"
There was a sharp crackling sound in the wind.
He is usually a sharp-tongued person, and he can also be the commentator on the battle situation in the five regions.
The sound that came out of his mouth now was the same as that of the ancient sword cultivators buried in the Sword Tomb, Shenyue Immortal City, Feng Family in the Southern Region and other places!
The crazy "Ahhh" sound lasted for a long time, and I was so drunk that I even choked on my own saliva.
When the stream of light disappeared from the mirror, but appeared in front of him, the drunkenness and loss of control in the wind reached the extreme.
Stuttering, too!
"He, he, he..."
"he!"
Before this, Feng Zhongzui thought that he had no vision of gods or Buddhas.
As for the Sword God of the Eastern Region, it’s enough to respect the sword god, but to respect an ordinary person, that’s a little too much.
After this, Feng Zhongzui realized that he was wrong, very wrong.
Although some people are not dead, they are not perfect, and they even have many flaws and criticisms.
——He can still become a legend while he is alive!
"Eighth! Sword! Immortal!"
The white clothes were fluttering in front of me in the heart-wrenching and roaring wind, walking leisurely and leisurely.
In my impression, he did not have a hip flask at this time.
But at this moment, the white clothes are like a sword coming from the east, drunkenly walking away from the sky, and the indulgence has reached the extreme.
He walked by.
There is not even a profile left in the preaching mirror, and no one can remember its true shape.
"..."
There is no sword chant.
But Feng Zhongzui's sword intent was instantly detonated.
He was so happy and comfortable to the extreme that he felt that one person had attained enlightenment and chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.
When the white clothes pass by and the breeze blows on my face, all the questions about the way of swordsmanship in my mind are explained.
The ruins of the Holy Mountain are surrounded by flying sand and rocks, leaves are floating in the air, and swords are blooming but not emitted.
Thousands of swords in the sky outside the mountain follow, gathering together but not dispersing, paying homage but not worshiping, and not daring to say a word.
If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to make a sound?
The whole world was quiet until the white clothes passed by and drifted towards the original site of the ladder to heaven.
From the central region to the south, the wind carried a few chuckles from afar, as well as the free and uninhibited short song:
"Being a guest in the world of mortals...it feels like a world away from home..."
"Desire is as high as the blue sky...Buddha reclining on the golden ladder at dawn..."
The man in white clothes walked towards Master Shou.
The lingering sounds merge and return.
Even if you are drunk in the wind, you don't need to grab the preaching mirror. The preaching mirror can lock on to that figure on its own.
But with Master Shou's face gnashing his teeth, the white clothes "went" through Master Shou, and something was touched from his chest.
He stood behind the Master and Disciple without sleeves, with his back remaining, and pointed over his shoulder, pinching out a token.
The order is extremely dark, and the character "eight" on the order is not visible.
But when the sword thought was poured out, the white clothes and black orders, the character "eight" on it lit up with a dazzling silver light, accompanied by a soft drink:
"Double veins of black and white, follow my order...return!"