The strong wind roared past, and the roaring sounds dissipated. Wang Yuan stood still on the ring. His expression remained unchanged, and there was no scar on his body. The white light gradually disappeared into his body, and his body that was operating to the limit also disappeared.
Then it stopped.
Scoochi half-knelt on the ground, bleeding continuously from his mouth, mumbling incoherently: "How could this happen? How come you have no influence at all!"
"Although your fist intention is powerful, it won't affect me yet. Sikoqi, what else can you say? If killing is allowed here, I'm afraid you will have died under my fist intention. Don't let it go!" Wang Yuan
He said flatly, without any mercy.
"Pfft!" A mouthful of reverse blood was forced out again. Sikou Qi trembled all over and roared: "Dong Yu, one day I will kill you. Only by killing you can I relieve the hatred in my heart!"
When Sikou Qi landed on the ground and felt the strange gazes of all the monks, his blood continued to spurt out. He even directly said to the palace master under the canopy above the stone steps: "Junior, take a step first and look at the palace master Haihan."
After saying that, Sikou Qi left the Pink Pink Palace without looking back. He almost couldn't bear it. His Taoist heart was already unstable. If he didn't go back to suppress it, he might not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.
Wang Yuan stood on the ring, glanced below, and said: "If anyone else wants to come up and give me advice, Dong will definitely accompany you to the end."
"Amitabha, the young monk would like to ask for advice from the donor, and I would like some advice." Suddenly, a Buddhist cultivator flew onto the ring.
At this birthday banquet, various monks were invited, including the reclusive Buddhist cultivator. After all, the Buddhist cultivator was once the force that commanded the entire Dongsheng Divine Continent. Even a skinny camel was bigger than a horse, not to mention the Buddhist cultivator.
A fat, lively camel.
The number of Buddhist cultivators who came here this time was not large, only about a hundred or so, including Zhixuan and Huiben who came with Wang Yuan.
Everyone knows the intention of this Buddhist cultivator. Among the four treasures taken out by the palace owner, two are related to Buddhist cultivators. This Buddhist cultivator is not tempted by himself, but wants to take back things that belong to Buddhism.
The Buddha stood in the distance while reciting the sutras. His cultivation in the secret realm was revealed, and a relic floated above his head. The relic was the treasure of the Buddha's life. It was a natural magic weapon. As the Buddha progressed,
As your realm improves, the relics will also change accordingly.
There are so many incredible things in this world, and Buddhist relics are one of them. Ordinary people who want to refine magic weapons need to spend a lifetime to refine a magic weapon that matches their own realm, but Buddhist cultivation does not require that.
, because their relics dominate the heaven and earth, and as their cultivation level improves, they can naturally advance.
Wang Yuan had always had good or bad thoughts about Buddhist cultivation, so his expression did not change much. He stretched out his hand and said: "Please."
As soon as these words came out, the Buddhist cultivator slandered Buddhism, and his whole body shone with a protective aura. The physical strength of Buddhist cultivators is second only to that of demon cultivators, because their Buddhist aura is very upright and strong.
"The Bodhisattva has something to say: Use wisdom to seek supreme Bodhi, use compassion to transform all living beings, Prajnaparamita..." Behind the Buddha, a Bodhisattva appeared with a smile on his face, a white halo of light spread out, and the Bodhisattva pushed out a palm,
He actually made a sound and kept chanting.
Its hands are moving, waving, pinching the secrets, changing back and forth, grand, awe-inspiring, pure, the Buddha's voice is simple, and full of compassion to overcome the sea of suffering.
As soon as he came up, this Buddhist cultivator used the Dharma of Heaven and Earth. It seemed that he planned to use all his strength. He also knew that Wang Yuan was difficult to deal with, but after the battle with Sikou Qi, he could more or less lose some vitality. At this time, the opportunity would be appropriate to take action.
There should be a little more, otherwise it would be difficult to handle when Wang Yuan recovers.
When you reach the realm of Wang Yuan, with the cave-heaven, restoring spiritual energy, demonic energy, demonic energy, etc. is simply a trivial matter. You can absorb the spiritual energy stored by a Nascent Soul Dzogchen cultivator with just a snap of your fingers.
The Bodhisattva's dharma body suddenly stretched out a hand to grab Wang Yuan, trying to pinch Wang Yuan like a monkey, and then use Buddhism to save and influence Wang Yuan.
Wang Yuan had dealt with Buddhist cultivators, and it was still the same finger, except that there was a circle of seven-colored divine light flashing on it. This is the Sumeru divine light that can be destroyed by anything, treasure, or damage. It can fight against enemies and protect the body.
It has a great effect. It is a very powerful Buddhist magical power, which was passed down to Wang Yuan through his enlightenment.
The seven-color divine flower wrapped around that hand. The Bodhisattva behind the Buddha trembled slightly and immediately retracted that hand.
The Buddhist cultivator raised his eyes, with a look of surprise in his eyes. After saying "Amitabha", he took out something from his storage bag, a cassock, and threw it out. Under a burst of Buddha energy, it suddenly grew in size, and in the blink of an eye it was
It became a piece of cloth that covered the sky and the sun.
"receive!"
The cloth quickly gathered up and covered Wang Yuan's head. Wang Yuan's body moved and turned into countless ghosts in the air. He made a secret in his hand, with lightning speed, and a total of 999 green flying swords appeared, forming a large sword wheel in an instant.
Array.
This Buddhist cultivator has obviously not entered Gu Aolai's country and does not recognize this set of sword wheels. The sword wheels are spinning in the air, densely packed with greenery, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal. Under Wang Yuan's point of void, all the swords are unified and powerful.
Changhong immediately shot the cloth used as a hood into a sieve, and the whole air was filled with rags.
The Buddhist cultivator also moved. He stretched out his claws, and there was a roaring sound. A heavenly dragon flew out from his arm, with its ferocious mouth and hard scales, which was very majestic.
This heavenly dragon is twisting and circling, trying to wrap around Wang Yuan. This Buddha has a kind heart in cultivation, and the Dharma he performs are all Dharma that traps and restrains people, not those big killing moves, such as the "Seal of Subduing Demons", etc.
These big handprints.
Seeing the Tianlong, Wang Yuan immediately pinched the spell, flew into the air, and took mysterious steps. A fire dragon suddenly appeared from under his feet. The fire dragon roared, and the heat was thrown into the air. Although the thoughts of life and death could not be used, the source of fire could still be used.
.
Two giant dragons were fighting in the air. The white dragon could spit out Buddhist seals after opening its mouth. Wang Yuan's fire dragon was even more powerful. It was made of fire. It was extremely ferocious and filled with raging flames.
Roar!
The fire dragon knocked the heavenly dragon away with one claw, and its giant tail swept towards the heaven and earth Dharma of Buddha cultivation and the Dharma body of Bodhisattva.
The Buddha chanted the Dharma, and some mysterious Buddhist sounds came out. The image of heaven and earth moved again. The Bodhisattva suddenly spread out a thousand arms, like a peacock spreading its wings. The entire arena and the sky were full of traces of palms.
Below, Zhixuan and Huiben stood together. Zhixuan clasped his hands together and whispered: "Thousand-hand Guanyin, this fellow Taoist can perform Thousand-hand Guanyin. He must be superb in Buddhism and must be a disciple of the 'Mingyin Temple'."
The Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara was very miraculous. Wang Yuan looked a little dazed, feeling that the Bodhisattva was like his mother whom he had no memory of, so kind and kind, as if calling him.
At the moment when Wang Yuan was in a trance, the fire dragon suddenly collapsed and dissipated, turning into thousands of sparks and returning to nothingness.
There was no movement at the feet of the Bodhisattva's dharma image of heaven and earth, but he came to Wang Yuan. Standing in front of this dharma image of heaven and earth, Wang Yuan was really insignificant.
The Buddhist cultivator had sweat on his forehead, but after seeing that Wang Yuan was affected by his Dharma image, when he was about to say out loud, "Donor, you have lost," he found Wang Yuan smiling strangely.
The jade ax around his neck floated, and bursts of Buddha energy made him immune to the influence of Fo Xiu's Dharma. Wang Yuan called out that it was dangerous. The power of Fo Xiu's Dharma was too powerful, and even he accidentally fell into it.
Wang Yuan sacrificed the Dayan Divine Pillar. The golden pillar was still sonorous and powerful, and it hit the Bodhisattva's Dharmakaya on the head. With a bang, the Dharmakaya was knocked back behind the Buddha.
"Let's see if my extremely strong stick can break your Bodhisattva!" Wang Yuan said, and the Dayan Divine Pillar bent in the air, leaving behind a series of golden lights, and rushed towards the Dharmakaya.
Bang bang bang!
The thousand hands of the Bodhisattva's Dharmakaya are trying to catch the stick, but the Dayan Divine Pillar is very fast. Every time it is caught, it is its golden shadow, and it hits the Dharmakaya from time to time, causing the Dharmakaya to vibrate continuously.
Make a sound.
The Buddhist cultivator was hidden in the Dharmakaya, and was shocked by the fierceness of the Dayan Divine Pillar. He held up a vase seal in his hand, while the Thousand Hands of the Dharmakaya pinched orchid fingers, and an inexplicable dangerous aura suddenly appeared in the air.
The Dharmakaya infinitely magnified in Wang Yuan's eyes, and the Buddha's voice sounded in his mind, telling Wang Yuan of his sins in this life. Wang Yuan immediately put down the butcher's knife and took refuge in my Buddha.
If the thought of life and death can be used, Wang Yuan can break the Buddha's sound that affects his thoughts with a wave of his hand. However, without the prerequisite, the thought of life and death sinks deadly between his eyebrows. If there is not a weak breath, Wang Yuan will
I thought his mind was broken.
Wang Yuan's face changed slightly. He reached out and grabbed a large flag in the air. He used the breath of the cave to hide the breath of the soul-killing flag. Even the monks at the Dacheng stage couldn't see it, but Qian Jiuyu discovered something.
Clues.
"Wuyi is very interesting, he can actually use magic weapons." Qian Jiuyu said with a slight smile.
Countless black mist enveloped Wang Yuan, and the strange phenomenon slowly disappeared. Immediately, Wang Yuan grabbed the soul-killing flag and swept it away. The dark wind blew up, and countless souls opened their teeth and claws to bite the Dharma image.
Some souls were in mid-air, affected by the Dharma, and actually knelt there directly and became loyal believers. However, there were too many souls. From below, it looked like a black river was directly inserted into the Dharma.
The Buddhist cultivator groaned, the Dharma image was attacked, and he felt pain all over his body. More Buddhist Gangqi was activated, and the aperture of the Dharma image also became larger, and there were more pious thoughts.
Wang Yuan waved the soul-killing flag and looked at it from his heart. At this moment, he had great evil in his heart. Demons and gods stepped out one after another, holding various magic weapons, and rushed forward to defend the immortal. The souls kneeling in the air were directly hit by these evil spells.
It is destroyed, turns into a ball of black energy and flies back to the Soul Killing Banner to be reborn.
If that Dharma image is the most peaceful, then the demons and gods transformed by Wang Yuan are the most evil. Although they are smaller than that Dharma image, they are also very numerous.
The one who beat him had many of his arms broken off.