Chapter 106 Wuding River Dragon Coffin
For their level, the damage Nanguang suffered was nothing.
It only took a moment for him to fully recover.
After Xie Que said goodbye to his master and uncle, he left the city.
There was still no one on the street at this time, which gave Xie Que an extremely strange feeling, and he couldn't help but speed up.
After Xie Que's breakthrough to this step, he could feel that it was still a rough time.
It is necessary to accumulate martial arts spirit in a state of three-in-one spirit, energy and spirit, so as to reach the pinnacle of this realm.
As for the name of this realm, Xie Que tentatively named it "Xian Sheng".
That is the meaning of manifesting the will of martial arts.
Those who have broken through to this realm can be ranked alongside real people and are called "Martial Saints"!
But Xie Que doesn't have to worry too much. Fisting with fists is not only useful for practicing boxing, it is also effective for accumulating spirit.
Xie Que also has some clues about his follow-up ideas.
That is to warm and nourish the physical body while continuously improving the spirit.
Then wait for the two to reach the peak at the same time, and then merge the body and soul. This move can greatly strengthen the body again and break the limits of the human body.
After the breakthrough, Xie Que felt that he was already extremely sensitive.
The late autumn chirping of cicadas and the gurgling water from a hundred meters away can be clearly heard.
Without cover, he could even see scenes thousands of meters away.
Not long after leaving the city, Xie Que could hear someone reciting Buddhist scriptures by the Wuding River.
He was a little curious, maybe someone fell into the water and died or died in the water before, and now he asked a monk to chant sutras.
Xie Que followed the source of the sound and walked upstream, but he became more and more confused.
With my own hearing, it seems that I can't hear sounds so far away.
This seemed to be several kilometers away.
When the chanting sound got even louder, Xie Que couldn't help but become surprised and suspicious. Now he was near the Xiaoche Ditch!
He remembered what his master just said.
Could it be that these monks from the sacred city are really here for the one-hundred-year national destiny?
However, since the master said that these monks are capable of sealing off the entire Jinmen City, he is not necessarily an opponent.
But Xie Que felt itchy in his heart and decided to watch from a distance. If he was discovered, he would quickly run away.
He jumped to the top of a big tree whose leaves had not completely fallen off, and he could see the figures of the monks several hundred meters away.
These monks were about seventeen or eighteen in age. They wore moon-white robes and had their hair styled into small braids on the back of their heads.
"Undo the dragon form!"
The leader of them all shouted loudly, and the monks standing on both sides of the ditch began to mutter something.
The four monks were holding a golden bell, a jade pan, a leather drum, and a wooden fish respectively. Their bodies tumbling up, floating on the water, and they began to play the music together.
Shocking waves suddenly exploded in the ditch, and several golden Buddha shadows appeared on both sides of the river at the same time.
Without warning, a huge chain as thick as a water tank was thrown into the water from the Buddha's shadow.
The leading monk murmured and spit out tongues of fire, burning the eight iron ropes red.
The next moment, the scene suddenly changed.
Xie Que couldn't help but hold his breath for a moment, his pupils dilated, and his heart was in turmoil.
On the surface of the river, a bronze coffin was pulled up from the water by these eight chains.
This coffin is about seven to eight feet long and more than three feet wide. It has carvings on it with dragons covering the sea, giant whales swallowing the sky, eminent monks discussing Taoism and Buddha coming to the world. However, it seems to be a little blurry due to being soaked in water for a long time.
This was the place where he first saw Canshuai, and Xie Que was confused.
But I have never seen this coffin.
There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and heavy rain fell instantly.
In the rain curtain, a black dragon phantom gradually rose up. In an instant, with lightning speed, it penetrated the monk holding the leather drum, leaving a corpse in the water.
A monk on the shore quickly caught the leather drum before it fell into the water and took over the other person's position.
The figure of the moon-robed monk headed by him flashed continuously, and strong air currents swept around him.
His figure was close to the dragon shadow, and a flower from the other shore instantly spread out where he was, and the water below him actually reflected a huge moon shadow.
The dragon shadow was actually confused by the flowers on the other side and the moon in the water, and could not move forward.
The flowers on the other shore seemed to be swaying in the wind and rain, and the ripples in the water made the moon shadow almost invisible.
The monk quickly approached Long Ying's side, his body dancing gracefully.
Lightning actually stirred up in mid-air, and a majestic handprint suddenly fell down with the force of wind and thunder.
But Long Ying broke the flower on the other side and shattered the moon in the water before the Buddha's seal fell.
The monk's expression changed drastically. The condensation of his handprints was interrupted, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.
The dragon shadow roared, and a hurricane opened its way in front of him, causing clouds and mist to rise.
The hurricane held the golden stream of flames spat out from Long Ying's mouth and flowed above the water, spitting the monk flying across the water.
The flame flow from Long Ying's mouth became more and more powerful, wrapping around the four people holding musical instruments.
The Buddha's shadow is shattered, the golden body is cracked, and the Yin spirit is destroyed.
Four more bodies fell into the water.
Xie Que was overjoyed to see this. Looking at this situation, not only was Dahei not defeated, but he also gave himself several corpses!
Good boy!
But what puzzled him was, whose body was contained in this coffin?
Could it be that Dahei is dead?
But the cultivation level of these monks is not low, at least above the third level of thunder tribulation.
This phantom is so powerful. If Dahei dies, it will definitely not be like this. Xie Que can only think about the good things.
The moon-robed monk fell on the shore, and the carefully braided braids on his head were burned away, and even the white moon-robed monk turned into a black ball.
He recited obscure scriptures in his mouth, and the other monks who were still alive quickly rushed behind him, firing both palms together, and huge mana poured into the moon-robed monk's body.
A steady stream of Buddha's light emerges from his body.
In an instant, the manic hurricane and breath flames were instantly wiped out by the Buddha's light.
A 100-meter shadow instantly rose.
The huge god is dressed in armor, his face, beard and hair are all purple. He wears a Vairocana golden crown on his head, holds a sword, and has an angry look on his face.
Even the huge dragon shadow was only as big as a finger before this.
"The King of Growth in the South, Bilu Tuojia!" Xie Que's pupils narrowed as he recognized this Buddhist protector.
The dragon shadow roars, and the flames rise again.
The Heavenly King condensed his energy between his swords, and a huge wind current rose up.
The top of the tongue of fire was instantly blown away by the wind, falling into the water and causing a large area of white mist.
"Dora Sword, Ju Feng!"
The King of Heaven took a step forward, chanted the White Lotus, stepped on the Golden Wheel of Wonderful Dharma, and slashed with his powerful sword!
The dragon shadow was unable to avoid it, and half of its body was evaporated out of thin air.
As soon as the King of Heaven thought, the sword edge fell again, and the non-stop attack completely obliterated the dragon shadow in just a moment.
After this, the black dragon was destroyed, and the shadow of the Heavenly King also dispersed, leaving corpses all over the ground.
The only three remaining monks appeared. Their robes were messy and their hair was flying, but they could not hide their tiredness.
The leader of the moon-robed monk was bleeding from all his orifices and was about to die before his eyes.
The surrounding monks also began to recite salvation sutras for him.
Xie Que thought that maybe it was time for him to take action!