Chapter 890 Six-armed Dharmakaya

Chapter 890 Six-armed Dharmakaya

"Where did this boneless relic come from? Monk, you don't have to worry about it. The boneless relic was left behind by a powerful monk in the Nirvana Realm of the Buddha who failed to survive the great catastrophe of ascension. It contains the Taoist conception of the heavenly tribulation. As for the other effects, there is no need for Fu to explain, right?" Fu Feiran said with a mysterious smile.

"As a member of the Buddhist sect, I naturally know that this boneless relic can not only enable me to realize the great catastrophe of ascension in advance, but also after taking it, it can improve my cultivation for at least five hundred years. It is indeed the supreme treasure of our Buddhist sect. ”

"The old monk is quite honest."

There was also a surprised expression on the face of the Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord, and even the green aura flashing in the black hat of the man in black robe was also a bit surprised.

"Old Man Fu, I didn't expect you to be able to obtain such a treasure. It seems that you must have visited many ancient ruins in the past hundreds of years, right?"

"Donor Fu, this boneless relic is extremely precious. I don't have anything to offer as an equal bet." Monk Wuxiang said with a bitter look on his face.

Hearing this, Fu Feiran couldn't help but sneered: "I just praised you for your honesty, but now you are being naughty again. If I remember correctly, monk, you have a big piece of heavenly alchemy in your hand, right?"

"Heavenly Alchemy? Wuxiang, you actually have such a rare thing in your hand?"

"Even if Heavenly Alchemy is placed in the upper world, it is very rare. How can it still exist in our world?"

The Ten Thousand Poison Demon Lord and the man in black robe also said in surprise.

When Monk Wuxiang heard this, his face became increasingly bitter. He smiled bitterly and said, "Donor Fu's information is really well-informed." After speaking, the golden light flashed on his hand, and a golden fist-sized piece of metal appeared in the palm of his hand. This piece of metal looked like gold, but what shone on its surface was not golden light, but the spiritual light condensed by golden runes.

Before Fu Feiran could speak, Monk Wuxiang continued: "The boneless relic is of no use to the donor Fu, but it is extremely precious to the old man. The old man is willing to use this piece of heavenly alchemy in exchange for the boneless relic in the hands of the donor. How good are the bone relics?”

"How can this be done? Aren't we gambling?" Fu Feiran said, shaking his head like a rattle.

"Since Fu Donor has a strong gambling habit, can I use other things for gambling?" Monk Wuxiang said.

"What?" Fu Feiran also showed an interested expression.

"If our Xiji Ancient Buddha Tianzong wins this time, the Daqian Dynasty will merge Suizhou into the Buddhist Kingdom. And if the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong wins, the Buddhist Kingdom will merge Yongzhou into the Daqian Dynasty. What? ?”

"Betting on a state's land?" Fu Feiran laughed when he heard this.

"Monk, are you so confident?"

At this time, the voice of the black-robed man came to Fu Feiran's ears: "Brother Fu, if the boneless relic is given to Wu Xiang, aren't you worried that he will use it to break through the initial bottleneck and enter the middle stage of divine transformation? In this way, you I may not be able to compete. Even if I can win a state this time, it will be taken away sooner or later.”

"Brother Zhuo, there is no need to worry. Even if Monk Wuxiang possesses this boneless relic, he will not be able to advance to the middle stage of divine transformation. That piece of heavenly alchemy is of great use to me, and it is something I must get. However, Brother Zhuo recently wants to Pay more attention to the old demon Wandu, the remnant soul of the demon has been born, and I am worried that the old demon will collude with the demon. "

"We are not the only four god-forming monks in the ancient continent today. Does the old devil really want to arouse public outrage and stand with the demon?"

"It's hard to say. Back then, the holy concubine's clone descended to the lower world, causing a great massacre in the world of immortality. Now that the demon's remnant soul has been born, the illusion of the dragon spirit will also appear in the world again."

"What? Once the Dragon Spirit Illusion appears in the world, the Holy Concubine's clone will inevitably be reborn. By then, won't the world be in turmoil again, with killings and calamities everywhere?"

"This is exactly what I'm worried about. You and I have both lived for more than a thousand years. We originally wanted to find a way to break through quietly, hoping that one day we could ascend to the upper world. Alas, now it seems that there is little hope. Now If the Holy Concubine's avatar appears again, it is unknown whether she can survive this disaster."

After a pause, Fu Feiran continued to say to the man in black robe: "Now we can only think of every possible way to improve our own strength as soon as possible. This is the only way to cope with the disaster."

The man in black robe heard the words, but did not answer, obviously acquiescing to Fu Feiran's words.

"I am not confident. Suizhou was originally an area controlled by our Buddhist Kingdom. Didn't Donor Fu win it from me in a bet five hundred years ago? Now I just want to take over the land of our Buddhist Kingdom."

"Haha." Fu Feiran laughed when he heard this: "Old monk, please don't lose your wife and lose your troops. Suizhou didn't win back, and Yongzhou also lost in the end, but I agreed to your proposal."

Monk Wuxiang and Fu Feiran agreed on a bet, so they didn't say anything more and looked down together.

Xiao Lin was looking at Monk Fayuan at this moment, his face full of solemnity.

Although this Buddhist monk is only in the late stage of the Prajna Realm, just like himself, he does not dare to have the slightest intention to use the power of the Great Brahma Buddha's voice, the supreme secret method of Buddhism, and the power of small spiritual techniques that do not belong to the immortal way at all.

The power is even higher than ordinary minor spiritual arts.

With a wave of his sleeves, Xiao Lin took the lead and took action. The densely packed Qingluan Ice Sword was like a sky filled with cold stars, surging with endless cold energy and slashing towards Monk Fayuan.

Monk Fayuan's body flashed with golden light. In his palm, he gently held a golden lotus. The golden lotus slowly bloomed in the eyes of everyone. When it fully bloomed, it suddenly emitted a golden light that filled the sky and shot out in all directions. Countless lotus leaves.

The golden lotus leaves faced Xiao Lin's Qingluan Ice Sword exactly.

At the same time, a golden flying knife appeared in the center of the golden lotus. The flying knife floated slowly, and with a slight sway, it turned into nine mouths, condensed nine rays of golden light, and shot towards Xiao Lin.

The speed of the flying knife was extremely fast, and it reached about ten feet in front of Xiao Lin in almost the blink of an eye.

But Xiao Lin was obviously prepared. Black light appeared around him, and nine golden flying knives scattered the black light. Xiao Lin was nowhere to be found inside.

Upon seeing this, Monk Fayuan's face condensed, and the golden light on his body flashed, turning into a golden Buddha and wrapping it in it.

"Boom boom boom"

Tens of feet above his head, Xiao Lin's figure appeared. With a pinch of his hands, thousands of cyan bolts swept out and shot towards Monk Fayuan from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a series of explosion sounds came, and the golden Buddha's figure also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A look of surprise flashed in Fayuan's eyes, but he did not panic. He raised one hand to his chest, and the sound of obscure scriptures rang out from his mouth. Golden runes emerged from his mouth and spread out, and soon It merged into the golden Buddha.

The golden Buddha's shadow instantly became much more solid, and stopped disintegrating. Not only that, the golden runes spread out in all directions, directly interacting with Xiao Lin's Taixu Ziwu Divine Light. Crash together.

Golden and blue rays of light flew in all directions, and continuous explosions like cannons were heard. Xiao Lin had already retreated to a hundred feet away, pointing with one hand at the side of the 108 Qingluan Ice Sword.

The one hundred and eight Qingluan Ice Swords suddenly flashed with aura, and when the aura dissipated, they turned into a black long sword, hanging in the air.

"Fusion magic weapon?"

"What kind of terrifying power will a magic weapon that combines one hundred and eight flying swords into one?"

"I didn't expect that we underestimated Junior Brother Xiao. His combat power seems to be much stronger than what he shows."

Monk Fayuan was slightly startled and frowned slightly.

"Cut"

Xiao Lin's cold voice sounded, and the ink-colored Qingluan Sword directly turned into a ray of ink light hundreds of feet high, and slashed towards the golden Buddha in the air.

The golden Buddha suddenly raised his head, and a pair of golden arms slowly lifted up and crossed over him. At this time, the sword light had already struck.

"Boom"

There was a loud noise, and auras of light shot out. The golden arms were chopped apart in an instant, making a series of explosions. Although the ink sword light was much smaller, it still slashed downwards.

It struck directly on the forehead of the golden Buddha.

"Amitabha." A high-pitched Buddha's name came. Monk Fayuan stood up suddenly, pinched the magic formula with both hands, and golden lights emerged from his body. Behind him and on both sides, each stretched out a pair of A total of six arms made of golden light stretched upward at the same time.

"Bang"

There was a huge earthquake, and the entire arena was shaking. The ink-colored sword light struck Monk Fayuan's six palms, and it exploded immediately, forming circles of ink-colored sword energy. It spread out and struck directly on the arena. on the photomask.

The light shield suddenly trembled violently, and seemed to be broken at any time.

After resisting the blow of Xiao Lin's fused Qingluan Ice Sword, Monk Fayuan's face turned pale, but he did not stop. Six golden arms pinched the magic formula at the same time, and high-pitched Sanskrit sounds began to sound.

Endless runes emanated from Monk Fayuan's body. These runes were the condensed sounds of Brahma and Buddha, and they poured towards Xiao Lin from all directions.

As soon as the sound of the Great Brahma Buddha entered his ears, Xiao Lin suddenly felt relaxed. However, this feeling did not last for a moment. A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood suddenly appeared in front of him. Countless cultivators were fighting, blood sprayed, and heads fell off. They fell, and even countless people blew themselves up and died, leaving no remains of their bodies.

Strings of black smoke began to pour out from Xiao Lin's body, gradually wrapping him up. The smoke was like ink, astonishingly black.

"Since the donor set out on the path to immortality, he has committed many sins. There is no hope for him in this life. Should he end it on his own and rebuild the afterlife?" A soft voice sounded in Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao Lin looked at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of him, and the faces of the people who had died by his hands in the past also appeared in his mind one by one.

This made Xiao Lin feel frustrated.

"What is the purpose of cultivating immortality? Is it just to continue to create evil? These people all died because of it, and many of them were even destroyed physically and mentally..."

Then a trace of struggle appeared on Xiao Lin's face.

"No, I have never killed innocent people indiscriminately since I set foot on the path to immortality. These people all had evil thoughts before they died in my hands. They deserved their sins. Does becoming an immortal mean that you do not commit murder? No, immortality It is adhering to the way of heaven, which is called killing to stop evil. If I die in your hands, wouldn't the Buddha's statement about not killing be completely false? "

A stream of clear water suddenly flowed in Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness. The scriptures of Mending Heaven Sutra became a trickle, swimming in the space of Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness, causing the illusion in front of him to suddenly disappear.

After returning to me, Xiao Lin couldn't help but broke out in a cold sweat. He was actually confused by the sound of Brahma and Buddha, and almost couldn't extricate himself. This was equivalent to the inner demon during the tribulation.

But compared to the inner demon, it was still much worse. When Xiao Lin opened his eyes, nine golden flying knives had already arrived in front of him.

With a wave of Xiao Lin's sleeves, nine Purple Thunder Star Shields were stacked together and blocked in front of him.

"Ding ding ding"

All nine golden flying knives were knocked away, and Xiao Lin looked at Monk Fayuan with a bit of coldness. The ancient Buddhist Tianzong of the West Extremes, the killings he committed were no less than those of the immortals, but he always claimed to save the world. Crossing people is actually just to gather the power of faith and improve one's own cultivation.

Upon thinking of this, Xiao Lin stretched out one hand, and the Qingluan Ice Sword that merged into one shot directly into his palm. Xiao Lin's body swayed slightly and disappeared without a trace.

Monk Fayuan's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he was surprised. This person actually returned to consciousness in such a short period of time under the spell of his great Brahma Buddha's sound, which was really beyond his expectation.

This man's mind is as firm as a rock.

Seeing Xiao Lin disappear, Monk Fayuan once again gathered his six-armed body to try to block Xiao Lin's attack.

Several feet above the sky, the long black sword appeared in a flash, turned into a shocking sword light, and fell towards Monk Fayuan head-on.

Monk Fayuan had no trouble in his heart. This immortal magic weapon that was integrated into one was astonishingly powerful, but trying to break his six-armed body was nothing more than a dream. He recited the magic formula, and slowly raised his six golden arms. A faint golden light shield opened up and stretched over his head.

Just after doing all this, the black sword light slashed down.

As soon as Monk Fayuan came into contact with the ink-colored sword light, he felt a sharp pain coming from the sea of ​​consciousness, and his consciousness immediately became blurred.

This surprise is no small matter. He has practiced for hundreds of years and naturally knows that this is a spiritual attack that can only be controlled by Buddhist cultivators at the peak of Prajna. The Ananda Palm within the sect is a fusion of Buddhist power and spiritual thoughts. A technique of double attack.

Although Monk Fayuan was shocked, he did not mess up his stitches and hurriedly used his spiritual power to resist.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and dense cracks appeared in his internal organs. Even his meridians were penetrated by this huge force.

"Pfft"

Monk Fayuan spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew up into the air, hitting the light barrier of the arena hard. The force of the light barrier's repulsion immediately made him see stars, and his consciousness became more and more confused.

"Physical training?"

"Physical Refiner?"

"Junior brother Xiao is actually a practitioner of both law and body?"

Everyone below clearly saw the scene just now. When Monk Fayuan struggled to resist the blow of the ink-colored sword, Xiao Lin's figure suddenly appeared next to Monk Fayuan, less than three feet away.

A golden halo shone all over his body, and fine golden scales appeared on his exposed skin. He punched Monk Fayuan in the chest.

The protective golden light on Monk Fayuan's chest became brighter and brighter, but it was unable to withstand Xiao Lin's fist. It was directly shaken away and punched Fayuan's chest.