Volume 1: Zhao Shanhe Chapter 77 Fighting against a strong enemy
In the main hall, statues of gods were served on the altar, and green smoke rose from the incense burner at their feet.
At this time, the environment has been destroyed, and the temple of tens of feet has been restored to its original state. There are four Dharma Protector Arhats on the left and right, and eight angry-eyed Vajras behind them.
Everyone's eyes passed by one by one, and finally they all landed on the statue of Bodhisattva in the center.
This Bodhisattva statue is wearing a robe, stepping on the dragon's body, and holding the dragon's head in its hand. Although it is majestic, it has a kind and loving look on its face, as if it wants to influence this evil dragon.
However, the specific meaning is irrelevant to everyone here.
In their eyes, there was a dark golden light spot in the body of the statue, which was affecting spiritual energy from all directions at the moment.
Once the statue of the god is allowed to accumulate enough spiritual energy, the illusions encountered previously may appear again, and no matter whether there is an illusion in the end, it is impossible for everyone to let it absorb the spiritual energy.
So with a thought in Zhao Yuansong's mind, the sword beside him shot out of the air and nailed the dark golden light spot in the statue.
As a few rays of sword energy fell, the light spot immediately dissipated, and even the three-foot-tall statue of the god was reduced to fragments in an instant.
"Amitabha, these people have committed a huge karma by smashing the Bodhisattva statue."
There was a sound of sighs, echoing in the hall.
Ji Yuan and others looked for the sound, and soon they saw a kind-faced monk slowly walking from the back door of the hall. He lowered his head, held a brass bowl in one hand, and stood in front of him with the other.
It was an elderly monk, wearing a yellow monk's robe, with one hundred and eight rosary beads hanging around his neck. He had a kind face and kind eyes, and looked at everyone with compassion.
He swept over Zhao Yuansong and others one by one, and finally landed on Ji Yuan. A look of unbearability flashed across his kind face.
"Why do you have to come here? Just stay quietly in the Taoist temple and practice. No matter what happens in the end, I will definitely save your life."
The old monk sighed, his tone rather reproachful, like an elder in the family blaming a younger one.
Looking at the old monk in front of him, Ji Yuan was filled with emotion for a moment. He wanted to ask 'why is this so', but he was unable to speak for a long time.
Finally, he sighed softly and asked: "Master Wuhai, dare I ask Huixin if he is still alive at this moment?"
When the old monk heard this, he smiled doubtfully and said, "Huixin is Lao Na's disciple, so of course he is still alive."
Ji Yuan nodded, murderous intent suddenly bursting out in his eyes: "Then please let Master pass away!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out as fast as he could, stabbing the old monk straight into the heart with the long sword in his hand.
For this eminent monk who was deeply respected by the people and the old man who watched him grow up, Ji Yuan naturally had all kinds of complicated emotions in his heart, but he knew that once he entered the path of demons, he would become a completely different person.
Wu Hai is no longer the master Wu Hai he was before, so even though he has many emotions, he can only kill him.
Behind him, Zhao Yuansong gave a low shout, quickly formed a series of magic formulas with his hands, and then lightly tapped the sword in front of him with his fingers.
Under this finger, the long sword was immediately thrust forward, its body shook, and then it split into several sword shadows, and one after another sharp sword energy dropped down.
In the blink of an eye, a long sword carrying four sword shadows came through the air, stabbing Wu Hai's eyebrows and various vital points around his body.
At the same time, Ji Yuan also appeared in front of the opponent, stabbing the opponent's heart with the long sword in his hand without any pause.
"Amitabha."
Wu Hai groaned, and a dark golden light suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Silently, a golden light swept out of his body, Sanskrit words flowed on it, and bursts of chanting appeared out of thin air.
At this moment, whether it was the sword shadow shooting out from mid-air or the long sword in Ji Yuan's hand, they were all frozen in mid-air, unable to make any progress no matter what.
Zhao Yuansong let out a cold snort, and the magic formula in his hand suddenly changed. Sword energy suddenly dropped from the sword body, and each strand seemed as heavy as a mountain.
But even so, it only caused the layer of golden light to dent slightly inward, and it was impossible to completely break it.
On the other side, Ji Yuan also looked a little solemn. Although he has not yet developed his magic power and cannot exert part of the power of Yuanbao, with his own sharpness, he should be indestructible.
But the sword's edge, which was powerful enough to cut off magic weapons and heavy weapons, was now immersed in the bright golden light. Not only was it unable to make an inch, it even almost came out under the force of suction.
He let out a low shout, and immediately slapped several talismans in his hand against the golden light in front of him. With the force of the bursting flames, he was able to pull out the long sword and quickly retreated backwards.
"That's the secret 'Body Protection Sanskrit' from Baiyun Temple!"
Shen Lang shouted, then threw the book in his hand.
The pages turned without wind, and words jumped out one after another, forming the beginning of an article that could not be counted.
As soon as this opening chapter took shape, dozens of words turned into thick ink, and finally condensed into the shape of a thin sword, slashing towards the golden light of Sanskrit not far away.
When the Mo sword roared towards him, Wuhai glanced up and then raised the alms bowl in his hand.
I saw him muttering something in his mouth, and as the billowing mana poured into it, the bowl immediately released a stream of clear light. With just a slight roll, the ink sword, long sword, sword shadow, etc. were all collected into the body of the bowl.
"Don't continue to struggle. If you are willing to let go of your obsessions, Lao Nakdu and others can convert to Buddhism."
Wu Hai recited the Buddha's name in a low voice and said this to everyone.
It's just that the Buddhism he talks about is obviously not the real Buddhism in the world, but the evil way that has been distorted by it.
Hearing this, Shen Lang snorted coldly: "Master Wu Hai, do you really think that my Confucian Haoran Mantra is so easy to accept?"
Before he finished speaking, he pointed at the book in front of him, and awe-inspiring energy spurted out from it, seeming to have affected some kind of existence in the dark.
It was just a moment. Even Ji Yuan felt that there seemed to be some inexplicable presence. He glanced at this place and immediately made them feel frightened.
At the same time, Wu Hai's expression suddenly changed, and a deep fear appeared in his eyes.
Then he seemed to sense something, and he immediately lowered his head and looked at the brass bowl in his hand, which contained infinite aura.
boom!!!
Before Wuhai could throw the alms bowl in his hand, seemingly endless awe-inspiring energy spurted out from the alms bowl, covering it in an instant, and the layer of Sanskrit golden light was also shattered at the same time.
Seeing this scene, Ji Yuan immediately flew out, throwing out dozens of talismans, and slashed horizontally at Wu Hai's neck with his long sword.
Zhao Yuansong also made a prompt decision. He squeezed the magic formula in his hand, and a long sword with hardness flew out of the alms bowl. After circling in the air, it stabbed straight towards Wu Hai's head.
Even Shen Lang, after whispering, manipulated the ink sword in the alms bowl to dissolve his body, turning it into several lines of thick ink, like a half-chain that tightly locked the alms bowl.
However, after a brief moment of confusion, Wu Hai only smiled at the three people joining forces.
He caught Ji Yuan's sword with his palm, and then the rosary beads on his body flew up and slowly rotated above his head, releasing a soft layer of Buddha's light, blocking the long sword and sword shadow that was piercing Tianling Gai.
"Little guy, you seem to have forgotten that in addition to having powerful magical powers, Buddhist monks also have a physical body that is comparable to that of a martial artist in the same realm."
Wu Hai smiled slightly and held the blade of the sword with his five fingers.
He looked relaxed, and with just one hand, Ji Yuan could not pull the sword out of the opponent's hand no matter how hard he tried.
Ji Yuan even tried several times to cut off the opponent's hand with his sword, but after trying, he could only give up temporarily.
But when he looked at Wu Hai, he suddenly smiled: "But you have also forgotten that we are more than just this person."
"Oh, by the way, she doesn't seem to be human yet."
After his words fell, Wu Hai immediately frowned, and then a roaring sound broke through the air behind him.
Fierce energy roared, and a shiny bone fist fell hard, hitting Wu Hai's back!
A layer of golden light surged, and even with the magical power of Buddhist body protection, it was difficult to offset the force of this punch, causing Wu Hai to stumble and move forward a few steps uncontrollably.
And it was precisely because of this punch that the strength in his hand weakened, and the long sword that was held by his five fingers was able to break free.
Ji Yuan's eyes flashed, and he turned his sword without hesitation. When Yu Wuhai's figures crossed each other, he stood on the opponent's waist with one sword stroke.
But he didn't expect that the yellow monk's robe on the opponent's body was actually a magical weapon of acceptable quality. Even though it was cut open by a sword, it still protected the body and was not chopped into pieces on the spot.
Two cuts.
"retreat!"
Seeing Wu Hai suddenly turn around, the kind look on his face turned into boundless anger, Ji Yuan immediately grabbed Su Hongzhu who was about to bully him, and used his fists to fight back, and quickly backed away.
"It's just a ghost, how dare you hurt my dharma body!"
Wuhai roared angrily, and billowing demonic energy surged out of his body along with the Buddha's light.
For this roar, the other party obviously used the magical power of the Buddhist lion's roar. The sound was as majestic as a lion's roar, sweeping away in all directions.
Apart from being shocked, Ji Yuan and the others didn't feel anything strange. On the contrary, Su Hongzhu's face turned extremely ugly at this moment.
Even with her true body, a pink skull, her innate invulnerability to all attacks, this Buddhist magical power also caused her origin to shake and almost collapse.
At the same time, Wu Hai stretched out his hand to grab the top of his head, put the rosary beads in his palm, and then swung them out fiercely, hitting Ji Yuan and Su Hongzhu.
During the sudden attack, one hundred and eight rosary beads bloomed with Buddha light, and the brilliance was like a mountain pressing down on them.
There is no doubt that if Ji Yuan was hit by this blow, he would be crushed into bloody mud on the spot. Even with the strength of the pink skeleton's real body, Su Hongzhu's bones would be broken by the blow.
When Ji Yuan saw this scene, he immediately shook his sleeves and robe, and then three copper coins fell down and landed next to them in a triangular shape.
In just a moment, the spiritual energy accumulated in the three copper coins surged and turned into a translucent light curtain on the spot, guarding Ji Yuan and Su Hongzhu.
With the next snap of his fingers, one hundred and eight rosary beads shot through the air and collided heavily with the light curtain held up by three copper coins.
For a moment, as the heavy sound echoed, even the ground beneath everyone's feet trembled at the same time.
A solemn look flashed in Ji Yuan's eyes, but a single impact almost caused the light curtain to collapse, and even consumed one-third of the spiritual energy in the three three-talent treasure coins, and the spiritual light on them suddenly dimmed.
Looking at the situation in front of him, three copper coins can at most withstand two attacks from the rosary beads, and then all the accumulated spiritual energy will be exhausted, and even its own spirituality will be greatly damaged.
"roll!"
After throwing out the rosary, Wu Hai roared angrily again. He tore off the monk's robe and quickly threw it over his head.
With the swing of the monk's robe, Zhao Yuansong's long sword was immediately pulled out. Even the four sword shadows collapsed instantly, and the sword energy they formed was also drained away on the spot.
Wu Hai shook his monk's robe, anger appeared on his face, and there was no longer the kind look on his face. Even after the monk's robe was taken off, the demonic energy billowing out of his body was uncontrollable and swept out in a mighty force.
Ignoring Zhao Yuansong and others behind him, he stepped towards Ji Yuan. Ji Yuan stretched out his hand and the rosary suspended in mid-air flew back and fell into his palm.
"Amitabha, why do you continue to struggle..."
Wu Hai sighed, but as soon as he said the words, his brows couldn't help but frown.
I saw the talismans thrown out by Ji Yuan earlier rising from the ground one by one, enveloping Wu Hai in them.
As the talismans were ignited by the pre-poured essence, dozens of talismans immediately transformed into various attacks, completely submerging Wu Hai in the blink of an eye.
"Heavenly Sword Talisman... cut!"
Ji Yuan's eyes flashed, and a talisman with brilliant light flowing in his hand ran out. When the talisman inside was ignited, the surging spiritual energy immediately condensed into a giant sword about ten feet in size.
There were countless sword energy surging on the sword, and after just a pause, it slashed down towards Wuhai not far away! This chapter has been completed!