Nightfall Chapter 64: Magnificent

The King Court of the Right Account received the decree from the Buddha and dispatched reinforcements as quickly as possible-to be able to go to the legendary Buddha country is a great honor and impossibility for the prairie barbarians who devoutly believe in Buddhism. What is the missed opportunity, wind and snow and long journey? Just treat it as a test of the Buddha.

The monks and soldiers who led the way in the front looked extremely stern. Unlike the nobles in the royal court who went away with joy, they were more sober. The hanging temple, which has always been aloft, actually asked the world for help. It only shows that the situation in the Buddha country is now It has become very difficult, and the time has come to be truly dangerous.

The bottom of the wasteland sinkhole is as gloomy and gloomy as in the past countless years, but today there are many bonfires in the wilderness, and the fire is spreading yellow, warm light, which illuminates the underworld-like world a lot, and The poor people lost in the night pointed the way, attracting more and more companions.

Jun Mo stood in front of a meadow far from the fire, looking at the huge mountain hundreds of miles away, without any expression on his face. Compared with the previous year, he was much thinner, his handsome cheeks were much darker, his empty sleeves swayed in the wind, and his slightly green stubble was as hard as a sword.

In the first three years and the next three years, he lived here for a long time and fought for a long time. More than just these eight words are not enough to describe everything he has experienced.

But no one knows how tired he is, because no one has ever seen any negative emotions such as exhaustion or frustration in his calm face.

The Prajna Giant Peak is still so majestic and dangerous, among the dense woods, the yellow temples are still as solemn and solemn as those years ago, the bells in the early morning and evening are still so far away, and the hanging temple is still high above, as if everything No change.

The flames of anger burned from the edge of the underground wilderness to the bottom of the peak, and the angry rebels killed here countless times, and then were beaten back, as if they could never succeed. But in fact, many things have changed, and there is no way to go back to that year. For example, the Daxiong Hall destroyed by Sangsang has not been rebuilt. She was thrown into the Buddha chessboard in the underground lava hot river. Doomed to never see the sun again.

Many people have died, and people continue to die, whether it is the monks of the Xuankong Temple, the nobles in the tribe and the armed forces loyal to them, or the angry serf insurgents holding wooden sticks and bone sticks. ——Those bells are death knells, where are they far?

Jun Mo looked at Prajna Peak, looked at the dangerous cliffs between the peaks, looked at the Buddha's body, and said nothing. Look firm. He did not know when he could lead people to the top of Prajna Peak and burn those yellow temples to ashes. But he thought, keep going, maybe there will be one day.

The empty sleeve tube was fluttered everywhere by the wind. It was occasionally lifted and then screwed in another place. Jun Mo looked sideways and was about to untie it, but an arrow shot in the fog ahead. He opened the iron sword with his backhand, frowned slightly, and a former female slave stepped forward to untie him.

This uprising has been going on for many years. Wildfires have already burned across the entire field. Jun Mo knows that in the end, Xuankong Temple will no longer care about the mystery of the Buddhist kingdom and the lofty beliefs, and will seek help from the power of the world. Either the moon wheel or the court of the right account.

The situation he faces will become very difficult, and he may never be able to lead the slaves out of the ground. Find a real home.

But, so what? He has done it and is still doing it.

Senior... Or you don't have to win, but you have to be Hony.

He lowered his head tiredly, not wanting anyone around him to see it.

He is the second elder brother of the academy, who has been far from the Central Plains for these years, fighting silently in the underground where no one knows, and is gradually forgotten by the world. He used to be the most polite and manners, but now he is wearing shabby monk clothes and ragged leather boots. How can he still have the style of the past?

But those who are qualified to know what he is doing, how dare to treat him half-heartedly, even if he is cut off by Liu Bai, there is no possibility of breaking through the five realms, even if he is far away from the Central Plains, every move he does It can still affect the entire human world, all the way to the edge of the continent.

——The Xuankong Temple is now being burned by the wildfire of the insurgents. Where else can I participate in the war on earth? Where can the Moon Kingdom and the Court of the Right Account pose a threat to Tang? Daomen and Buddhism can no longer join forces to deal with the academy as they did in the past-the situation in the world has been quietly long before many changes have taken place, and only Jun Mo alone caused these changes.

He has only one left hand, and with only an iron sword, he can withstand a third of the enemies for Tang Guo. Thinking about it this way, what he did was really great, great to the underground humans who had enslaved Buddhism for countless years, and great to Tang Guo.

It's hard to find words to describe what Jun Mo has done over the years, to describe his great achievements and great achievements, if you don't care about the meaning of the words, or the word magnificent is the most appropriate.

Jun Mo is not likable. He is nonchalant and serious. He likes to educate his fellow students in academy with sticks. He doesn't even know how to behave if he likes them. Therefore, he is not like a big brother or Chen Pipi. All in one.

Jun Mo likes to reason with his enemies. In fact, there is no reason for those reasons, so those enemies feel headache whenever they think of him.

But Jun Mo is very magnificent.

Jun Mo has the blue sea and blue sky in his eyes, and a magnificent chest in his arms. He doesn't bother to know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is, so he is still brighter.

Because of his magnificence, Jun Mo doesn't think he is fighting alone. This is probably where Long Qing can never match him.

He has subordinates and followers, ranging from dozens of people to hundreds of thousands of people, and now there are many mountains and plains, and he insists that those people are companions and fellow travelers.

Behind Jun Mo, thousands of soldiers who were camping silently followed him and are now the core force of the insurgents. In these years of battle, the slaves who used to know only barley and sheep herding have gradually become stronger. , I only held the hand of the farm tool, now holding the weapon is so stable.

Their will is extremely strong, and they can remain calm no matter what unexpected situations are encountered on the battlefield, let alone despair or even the idea of ​​surrender due to temporary failure.

They are very similar to Jun Mo, or the spirit and temperament are very similar to Jun Mo. They all have magnificent chests and noble feelings.

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In this cold winter battle, tens of thousands of insurgents led by Jun Mo successfully broke through the defense line of the nobles and came to the foot of Prajna Peak, just like they used to do in the past few years-none The Ming Army was rejoiced because the past history has proven that it is difficult for them to stay here for too long. It is too close to thousands of temples in Prajna Peak. The monks in the Hanging Temple can provide timely support. Facing the raid by the powerful Buddhists, the insurgents had no better way to deal with it until now. After all, there was only one person in Jun Mo.

But they still did not hesitate to sacrifice a lot of people and broke through here strongly, even if they might have to withdraw tomorrow, because this is Jun Mo's request. He wants to constantly prove to the Xuankong Temple the perseverance of the rebels, or through victory , To revitalize the rebels, whose morale is somewhat low?

Only Jun Mo knows the reason, even he can't confirm it. Is your own thinking correct? Can it echo thousands of miles away?

The bottom of Prajna Peak. Armed by tens of thousands of armored nobles, there are thousands of hanging monks and soldiers in the Hanging Temple in cassocks, and there are strong Arhats from the precepts, and above the stone steps of the mountain road, there is a real strong with a firm expression: the Buddha Walking Seven Read.

"You can't go up the mountain and attack forcibly. What's the point of increasing deaths and injuries? God has the virtue of living. My Buddha is merciful, let me go."

The sound of Qi Nian is like the sound of a bell, floating on the gloomy underground field. Tens of thousands of insurgents listened to his words and reacted differently.

Jun Mo looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "I have climbed this mountain."

He held the iron sword upside down in his left hand and looked at the scar on Qi Nian's face. These words were revealing the other's scars and talking about the other's sadness.

Sangsang and Ning Que were trapped on the Buddha chess board. In order to save the younger brother from the trap, Jun Mo rushed through the mountain with a single sword, broke several lines of defense, and finally smashed into the cliff, met with the first lecture of the Xuankong Temple, and then the story of the chessboard opened.

During that process, he and Qi Nian really fought hard once, and he naturally won. Qi Nian paid the price of several teeth and serious injuries.

"Even if you can go up the mountain, what about it?"

Qinian spoke peacefully, without any feeling of being humiliated, "My master sat on the cliff, what can you do?"

Yes, even if you break into Prajna Peak, what can you do? Jun Mo once entered the mountain, but couldn't stay, it was not a victory, and it was meaningless.

"I'm not so good, I just don't like to hear you bald donkeys say that I am Buddha's compassion and God has good virtuousness. It is very damning and will make me angry."

Jun Mo said: "So when I go up the mountain, I will spit on your master's face to see how he will react, wait for the mountain wind to dry up, or pick up the tin stick to fight with me, but he left. It’s too slow, it’s really hard to kill me, so you only have to watch."

"In order to satisfy your prestige, let so many people die... I think this is not in line with the academy's interest, let alone the teaching of the master."

Qinian looked at the serf insurgents in tattered animal skins behind him, with pity on their faces, and said: "Why can't you negotiate?"

If Ning Que was present, he would have ridiculed slightly, and then raised his **** to Qi Nian, but Jun Mo did not smile, nor did he raise his middle finger, because he is a man of etiquette, and because he doesn’t know. What does the vertical **** mean? He just looked at Qi Nian quietly, like an idiot.

Qinian raised her eyebrows slightly and said: "What do you want to do?"

Jun Mo didn't tell him what he wanted to do, but directly sat down on the somewhat cold meadow, took out a few small stones, and threw them out.

Those little stones rolled around, and finally stood still.

People look at this picture and think this is divination? Those little stones are really as useful as tortoise shells and cow bones? So what are the signs now?

Jun Mo is not divination.

After breaking his arm, he spent a few nights, his black hair turned gray, and then he cut it all. He began to study Buddhist scriptures, and his realm gradually deepened. He was called a guru in this wilderness, but this was not It means that he truly believes in Buddhism and has become a monk—he still holds the ideals of the academy, does not speak strangely, does not look at other things, does not think about life and death, and does not place fate on the hexagram.

He is calculating, using many pieces of information he perceives as numbers, and he is constantly calculating. This process is very complicated and requires very powerful arithmetic skills, but as we all know, his ability in this area There is no doubt.

Small rocks are scattered among the yellow weeds. Jun Mo silently looked at these grass and stones, thinking about a lot of things. Ye Su died, proving that the master does not care about the prospects of Taoism, proving that he does not care about the foundation of Haotian belief, proving that he does not care about Haotian weakening. why?

His gaze left the grass and rocks, and fell on the dark sky, then thought of a possibility. There is her there. Here is her, here is the world, the closest to the world, if the faith weakens, naturally it is here that she weakens first. Of course, this must first prove that there are indeed two of her.

Jun Mo could not prove that he could only roughly simulate the actions of the guru, because that would best explain why the guru did so.

Didn't Sangsang return to the kingdom of God? Still in the world?

Jun Mo's brows frowned, no matter whether the watcher is leading her to kill Sangsang, or she wants to kill Sangsang by herself. He could not accept it.

Or because of what the opponent wants to do most, he must not be allowed to do it. But maybe it's just because she is in the world... is Sangsang?

Jun Mo thinks that Ning Que should also be counted, or know this possibility, then he will definitely leave Chang'an City to find her trace.

He didn't have any doubts about this, because he knew Ning Que and Sangsang very well. He knew that to Ning Que, Sang Sang was more important than everything, even the whole world.

What will Ning Que do before leaving Chang'an City? Yuan Shisanjian left Chang'an City. He will lose the power of killing thousands of miles, and he will definitely want to try. Where will the iron arrow shoot? It won't be the Xiling Temple, with the shelter of the Taoshan Qingguang Formation, no big brother can enter, nor can iron arrows. It won't be the Palace of the Golden Horde, nor will it be the Kingdom of Yan or Donghuang, it can only be here.

Yes, Ning Que was aiming at the Xuankong Temple at this time.

Jun Mo thought so—Ning Que left Chang'an, and wanted him to go back sooner. Although he is not narcissistic, he calmly knows how powerful he is.

In other words, this option is the most cost-effective.

Ning Que is a person who must compare the baht and baht. If he consumes one or even several iron arrows, then he must reap the greatest benefit.

At this moment, Jun Mo raised his head and looked at a high cliff between the peaks.

The first lecture is there.

Several years ago, the first lecture was smashed by the elder brother and him repeatedly, and then it was shaken by Sangsang. He suffered some injuries and has been repairing.

But when he sits among the cliffs, this giant mountain seems to never fall, and the armies of the monks and tribal nobles in the Yellow Temple will never lose their confidence.

Jun Mo decided what he would do.

He was silent for a long time since he threw the stone into the grass. Whether it was the enemy or the rebels, he gradually became surprised.

Jun Mo draws his sword. The so-called pulling is actually just raising the iron sword. The square and straight iron sword pointed at the dark sky, like a torch.

Behind him, there was a commotion among the thousands of the most loyal and brave slaves, because this was not a signal of offense, which made them very confused and disturbed.

No matter how confused and uneasy, we can't violate the military order. The rebels on the field in front of the peak slowly retreated like a tide.

Thousands of slaves were in charge of suppressing the formation, and finally retreated. He looked at Jun Mo standing on the meadow. Although he was still puzzled, he was not worried.

Jun Mo has never claimed that he is a liberator, a guide, a benevolent **** or a human Buddha, but in the hearts of these slaves, he is the merciful and compassionate savior, just to lead himself into the world of bliss True Buddha.

Buddha, naturally nothing will happen.

The palms of Qi Nian's palms are on the chest, and the rosary is swaying lightly in the wind. The solemn image of the body outside, looming in the dim light, is unparalleled.

"What are you going to do?"

He looked at Jun Mo, faintly disturbed.

Tens of thousands of slaves are receding like a tide, and black pressure swept across the world, obliterating rocks and rivers, swallowing everything they encountered, and the picture is very magnificent.

Jun Mo didn't reply, he walked forward holding the iron sword and walked towards the tens of thousands of enemies. Although he was alone, the picture was more magnificent.

The iron sword cut through the cold wind, and everyone's breathing stopped for an instant.

Jun Mo wants to go to the mountain, and go to the mountain again.

He held an iron sword in his hand and stood in front of the Qingxia. Tens of thousands of cavalry could no longer step forward. Today he is going to climb the mountain. Can these tens of thousands of people be able to stop it?

Qin Nian and the powerful Buddhist monks in the Xuankong Temple Commandment Institute are teaming up or trying to beat his iron sword, but how can the Prajna Peak be so big?

He can always break into the mountain at any cost, but Qi Nian is very puzzled. What's the point of doing this? Why did Jun Mo do this?

The last time he rushed to the mountain, because he wanted to save the younger brother, and this time he rushed into the mountain, it was the same. He wanted to let the younger brother leave Chang'an safely and do his thing.

If there is a reason, there is a reason, this thing will be done, and it can be done for granted.

In the dark world. The iron sword broke through the wind. The sound of fighting shook the sky, countless stumps broke their arms, began to dance, countless blood began to spill.

The chanting of Buddhist scriptures is endless, the bell of the high temple is melodious, and the aura of the Buddha sect is prosperous. Countless strong men are besieging them, but they can't swallow the sword light.

Jun Mo began to run into the mountains.

One break is three days and three nights.

Three days and three nights later, in the middle of the night, Jun Mo finally came to the extremely high cliff of Prajna Peak, and it was early morning. He finally came under the former pear tree.

The corpses of monks were everywhere on the mountain path over the vines, and blood was dripping like a stream. His body has also been completely stained red with blood.

There are no pear trees on this cliff, only a lot of vines, the dilapidated temple has long been turned into ruins, only a white pagoda covered in gray.

There is no person sitting in front of the white pagoda, but an old monk with an ordinary appearance is sitting, that is a Buddha on earth.

Jun Mo walked to the old monk, and Qi Nian was shot down the mountain stream with an iron sword the moment before. It's impossible for a while, and no one can stop him.

The monks of the Xuankong Temple actually didn't think about really stopping him, because even if he succeeded in climbing the mountain and came to the cliff, what could he do?

He is a terrific second brother in the academy, but facing the first lecture on the Buddha's realm so that the real body is not bad, does he still want to hope for victory?

The first lecturer opened his eyes, looked at him and said: "I haven't seen him for a few years, Mr. Two is the same as yesterday. He is in the dust, just haggard."

The smile of the first person at the lecture was gentle, and his eyes were quiet.

Jun Mo looked at the gap by the cliff, and said after a moment of silence: "You can't burn down this wicked kingdom of Buddha in one day, and you can't sleep peacefully in one day. The wind and dust will be haggard."

There used to be a pear tree there. Later, he used an iron sword to cut the cliff open. The pear tree was taken thousands of miles away and should be planted in the mountain behind the academy.

Now that pear tree, Aoba is not known how old.

Jun Mo suddenly missed him a little.

It's time to hurry up.

The first lecturer looked at him and said calmly: "The arrow can't shoot me."

The academy’s current most powerful method, or the most effective method of killing, is not a secret for the top men in the spiritual world.

Many years ago, at the White Pagoda Temple of the Moon Country, he took Ning Que's Iron Arrow from the first lecture. More precisely, he didn't connect it because he didn't avoid it.

The iron arrow originated from Chang'an City is naturally countless times stronger than the iron arrow of the year, but the first one is still not afraid, because his King Kong is not bad.

Facing the Yuan Thirteen Arrows, the first seat looked much calmer than Butcher. One was because he had a different outlook on life and death, and the other was because he had experienced it.

Looking at Jun Mo, who was covered in blood and pale, the eyebrows of the first seat danced in the wind, not proud, but indifferent to the strong.

"The world has never been able to suppress all magical instruments. The chessboard left by the Buddha cannot, the bell cannot. How can the iron arrow made by the mortal of the academy?"

The first seat smiled and asked: "I really don't understand. Those iron arrows can kill many people. Why do you have to choose to shoot me?"

"You and the master, the alcoholic and the butcher, these four people can't be killed by iron arrows, and the rest can be killed by iron arrows. Why waste?"

Jun Mo said, this is his true thoughts, it seems a little helpless, but in fact, behind the words, what lies behind the words is the absolute confidence of him and the college.

"But you still can't shoot me?" the leader said.

"You paid such a big price, and you forcibly rushed into the mountain again, just to stab me so that Ning Que could shoot arrows. Now I know that those iron arrows are meaningless to me. Would you think that you have these three days? Three nights of sleepless **** battles...so that it makes no sense for you to sleeplessly and **** battles all these years?"

The first seat looked at him with pity on his face.

Jun Mo held the iron sword tightly.

The anger of the underground Buddha country burning all over the wilderness seems to rise to the sky, and one day it will burn the entire hanging temple to ashes, but only he knows that if there is no way to defeat the old monk between the peaks, then this The battle will continue indefinitely.

Or is it really meaningless?

But it's really interesting.

"You asked us why we shot you... The reason is very simple, because you are too slow, just stick on the cliff every day, it is a pity not to shoot."

Jun Mo took a step forward and came to the white pagoda. The rainwater from the previous night dripped from the eaves of the pagoda and flowed down the cracks in the cliff to his feet.

Blood water dripped from his body, landed in the puddle, splashed with water droplets, facing the morning light outside the sinkhole, you could see clearly. Streaks of blood flowing in the water droplets. Wind the light into countless patterns, entangled in one place.

Suddenly, the countless strands of light in the drop of water suddenly dispersed, whether it was twisty or soft as cotton, all shattered into the finest powder, so the drop of water was bright.

The reason for this is because the iron sword smashed everything on the cliff, and also smashed the puddle and the leaping drops of water, and even the light was chopped up.

With a sharp sneer, the iron sword leaped against the wind. The wind broke out, in the moment when the eyes could not blink. Come to the front of the first lecturer.

The iron sword pierced the first seat's chest and abdomen, making a muffled sound, like a heavy object hitting a stone drum, and like a stone hitting a bronze bell, it hummed and echoed.

In short, this is definitely not the sound of iron hitting the human body, because the first person who preached the scriptures has already become a Buddha. King Kong is not bad, otherworldly!

Jun Mo's iron sword once cut through countless cliffs and autumn winds, and even the great river in the south was cut off by him, but today he couldn't get into the first body by a cent!

Looking at the solemn and calm look of the first person in the lecture, Jun Mo looked indifferent and not shocked, but raised his sword-like eyebrows.

A clear whistle. Propagating from the cliffs to the surroundings of Prajna Peak, the trembling forest frightens birds flying, waterfalls chaotic in the wind, and fallen leaves dancing.

Jun Mo Qingxiao, his cultivation base is poured into the iron sword...choose!

He raised his eyebrows, and then raised his sword!

The iron sword sank slightly in the chest of the first seat, then lifted it up!

For decades, the iron sword has been like Jun Mo, preferring to bend rather than bend, but at this time it was slightly bent because of the heavy weight.

Jun Mo wanted to use an iron sword to pick up the first seat. To be precise, he wanted to separate the first seat from the ground because his power came from the earth.

Tolerance is like the earth-this is the first terrifying state of the Xuankong Temple lecture, and it is also an explanation of the source of power.

What Jun Mo has to do is to get him off the ground, even if he can't break his vajra to prevent damage to the Dharma body, he must also minimize the opponent's Dharma and supernatural powers.

The first person who preached the scriptures is the strongest person in the Buddhist sect. The Buddha walking in the world. It is conceivable that he has a high level of cultivation. Since the connection with the earth is his trust, he will naturally not let him easily People cut this connection.

The connection between things and the ground is gravity, and gravity is weight. The closer the connection, the stronger the gravity and the heavier the object.

The connection between the first lecturer and the earth is unparalleled in the world, so from another perspective, he is the heaviest person in the world.

The big brother once said that the first lecturer and the butcher are the slowest people in the world. The reason is that these two people are very heavy.

Severing the connection between the first seat and the ground is equivalent to bearing such a heavy load, or even lifting the ground. Who can do that?

The iron sword made a sour sound in the cold wind, and the slightly curved body of the sword kept trembling, as if it would disconnect in the next moment.

Jun Mo's expression is still indifferent, under the slightly raised sword eyebrows, there is no emotion in the cold star-like eyes, only perseverance and determination.

The clear whistle resounded through the cliff again, and then spread from the top to the bottom of the peak, causing the monks of the Xuankong Temple who were coming to be shocked and fearful.

Jun Mo took another step forward amidst the clear whistling sound, the iron sword pressed against the chest of the first seater, and forced him back a foot distance!

The first seat is still sitting on the ground, and the connection with the earth has not been cut, but he was pushed by the iron sword, which is enough to show some possibility!

Yes, the body of the first seat is connected to the ground, as if it cannot be cut, but in fact, someone had let him off the ground a few years ago.

The first seater's hand was placed on the Buddha's chessboard. It was Jun Mo's iron sword that lifted the board for a moment, and thus lifted the body of the first seater away from the cliff face for a moment.

At that moment, Li slowly drifted over, took the first seat away from the cliff, began to cross between the sky and the ground, and then hit.

Li is slowly gone today, but the iron sword is here.

The rustle sounded, and the seemingly thin body of the first lecturer touched the broken white tower, and a humanoid trace appeared on the tower.

The sound of the clear howl is coming again, and it is the third sound.

There are only three things.

Jun Mo's iron sword no longer continued to bend, but suddenly straightened, like a stone monkey that had been crushed by a boulder for thousands of years, finally breaking the shackles of the world.

Iron Sword was free.

From bending back to straight, all the power released fell on the body of the first seat of the lecture, and the thin body finally left the ground!

At this moment, the first seat can no longer sit on the ground.

He is still not bad, and he is as steady as a mountain.

But no matter how mighty the mountain is, how can it be compared with the earth?

When did Jun Mo's iron sword bow to Qingshan?

The iron sword is back. The first one is one foot off the ground.

The surface of the White Tower was shattered continuously by the earthquake. The boulders shot everywhere, his two white eyebrows fluttered in the cold wind, and occasionally the dead leaves fell, and when they touched the white eyebrows, they shattered into dust.

He looked at Jun Mo quietly, closed his eyes suddenly, and began to chant Buddhist scriptures—he felt the danger because of the iron sword on his chest and the iron arrow in the distance.

In the sky in front of Prajna Peak, a very stern whistle suddenly sounded, compared with the three clear whistles of Jun Mo before. This whistling sound is countless times louder and terrifying countless times. Without any emotions, extremely cold and indifferent. Or it is because the thing that utters this whistling is cold steel in itself, unlike human beings with emotions, and its purpose is to kill.

The pear tree on the cliff is now planted in the academy, and there are many green vines and linden trees on the side of the cliff. At this time, no matter whether it was thin leaves or broad leaves, after listening to the screaming whistle, they all began to break away from the branches and stems, and fell to the ground-boundless falling trees.

It's a cold winter at this time, and it's not the autumn wind that is bleak, but the arrow.

The old temple, which was half in ruins behind the cliff, collapsed suddenly, turning into a random construction of rubble and countless beams, exposing the hole between the cliffs behind.

An iron arrow appeared on the left chest of the lecturer.

The iron arrow is dark. Straight is like a perfect straight line, without a trace of deviation. I don’t know what material it is made of. It gives people a sense of soul-eating, and the runes carved with infinitely complex brush strokes make this feeling magnified. Times.

The iron arrow appeared just like that. It appeared unreasonable and inexplicable. No one could explain the truth, and no one could describe its magic. The moment before, it was still thousands of miles away, and the next moment, it appeared between the Prajna Peak, and it had nothing to do with that stern whistling.

This iron arrow does not seem to fly over thousands of miles of rivers and mountains at all, nor does it traverse the mezzanine of the vitality of heaven and earth like no distance, but rather like staying in the left chest of the first seat of the lecture for many years, but some people think After thinking about it, it showed a horrible figure.

The first seat bowed his head and looked at the iron arrow on his chest.

The iron arrow failed to penetrate his flesh and blood, and the sharp cluster of arrows seemed to stand still, but he knew that the iron arrow would move in the next instant.

The iron arrow began to move, walking in it coldly and intently.

In an instant, tens of thousands of times shivered, landing on the thin body of the first seat of the lecture, and the sharp clusters of arrows continued to sink in.

If someone takes a closer look, they can even see that at the forefront of the arrow cluster, there are many iron filings that are constantly falling!

The first body of the King Kong is not bad, and it is so powerful that it is unimaginable that even the Yuan Thirteen Arrows collectively planted with the secret seed alloy in the academy are worn to this appearance!

At this moment, the stern whistling sounded again!

The second iron arrow appeared again without warning on the right chest of the first lecturer!

The iron arrow carried the power thousands of miles away, and it came!

One iron arrow is one Chang'an city, two iron arrows are two Chang'an city!

The first one is disconnected from the earth, no matter how the King Kong is not broken, I will bomb you with two Chang'an cities, how can you bear it!

His face became extremely pale, and the body that was picked up in the air by Jun Mo's iron sword kept trembling, and his thin hands twisted flowers in the wind.

The wind is the cold wind on the cliff, and it is also the arrow wind from Chang'an thousands of miles away. The fingers of the first seat are bending back, and the arrow wind blows away before the thumb is touched, and the intention of twisting flowers no longer exists.

Then he wanted to say the words of Buddha, and the arrow wind rushed in, but he couldn't make a sound. Even if there is a verse, what is the use of being blown into vague words?

The two Chang'an cities are attached to two iron arrows, crushing any resistance wildly, and falling on the first thin body without any deviation.

With a bang, the body of the first seat was wedged into the white pagoda. The old white pagoda was suddenly disintegrated and broken into two pieces from the middle!

Under the power of the iron arrow, the body of the first seat continued to sweep backwards, past the ruins of the ruined temple, and directly into the deep cliff cave. Jun Mo still stayed, and the iron sword continued to pick up.

Amidst the rumbling, smoke and dust burst, and countless vibrations came from the cave. After a long time, the vibrations and sounds became slightly smaller.

No one knows where the first tower was shot into Prajna Peak by those two iron arrows. The smoke and dust filled the place, and the cliff wall kept shaking, as if it was about to collapse.

The Prajna Peak. Numerous Buddhist monks from the Hanging Temple are coming towards Yaping. They listened to the screams on the mountain path, looked at the smoke and dust rising from the cliff, did not understand what was happening, but felt extremely disturbed and panicked. Immediately afterwards, they heard a second whistle. At this time, they still didn't know that it was an iron arrow from Chang'an City thousands of miles away, because they couldn't see the arrow... The monks could only see the one faintly visible in the sky. The empty path of nothingness.

The Prajna Peak is extremely huge. It is transformed from the relic left by the Buddha after Nirvana. It is the left hand of the Buddha, for countless years. The Buddha always spread his hands, holding a flower between his fingers, that is the pear tree. A few years ago, the pear tree was dug up by the academy, and there were no more flowers between the Buddha's fingers, and naturally there was no sign of twisting the flowers, and the palms spread out towards the sky. Faintly facing the chest is the cliff full of vines and linden trees.

When the monks finally rushed to the cliff, what they saw was a terrible picture. The once lush vines were very desolately broken everywhere, in the ruins of the white pagoda and the old temple, like a dead snake They were lifeless, and those linden trees couldn't even find the traces, they were probably mixed in the gravel. Become a powder.

The cracks on the cliff are extremely deep, as if to show through the mountain, as far as the mountain stream. The deep hole on the mountain wall makes people feel a sense of extreme fear. No one knows how deep the hole is. Is it deep in the heart of the Buddha's body, or is it already past and the first seat is inside?

In the extreme depths of Prajna Peak, more than ten miles away from the surface of the cliff, there is still a thunderous sound, countless boulders are flying everywhere, and the wall of the hitting cave is full of muffled sounds.

The collision between the gravel and the rock wall made a dull sound because this cave was hit by the body of the first man before the lecture, and the surface of the cave wall was rubbed. It was extremely hot, even faintly red, and it was about to turn into flowing magma, so it was a little soft.

In the deepest part of the cave, there is no light except for the faint red light on the cave wall, but the two people here are not ordinary people. They can see clearly.

The smoke gradually gathered, and the thunder gradually stopped.

Jun Mo was holding the iron sword in his hand, trembling slightly, countless blood was flowing from his wound, falling on the hot ground, making a sneer.

The first seat was still picked up by him with an iron sword. The robes had already been rubbed into pieces, and the tin rod did not know where it was going. The thin and old body was covered with dust, and it looked pitiful.

Two iron arrows pierced the left and right chests of the first seat, and the sharp arrow clusters should have penetrated the cliff behind the first seat, leaving half of the shafts outside, and the tail swinging lightly.

Since the Vajra is not broken, this is probably the first time that a human weapon has been injured in the lecture. If the monks of the Xuankong Temple see this picture, they will be speechless.

But the first seat didn't bleed. Even though Ning Que used two iron arrows to pierce him from thousands of miles away, he still didn't bleed. There was no blood on his pale face and no blood on his chest.

On the body that was broken by the iron arrow, the wound was obvious, but the flesh and bones were not visible from the wound, and it felt like gold and jade, as if not a mortal.

The first seater looked at Jun Mo and said with difficulty: "I said, you can't shoot me."

Jun Mo didn't speak, he mobilized his whole body realm cultivation level, waved his iron sword, and smashed the two iron arrows blankly!

The banging sound kept ringing deep in the lonely cliff cave.

I don't know how long it took before the sound finally stopped.

Jun Mo supported his exhausted body with an iron sword. After adjusting his breath for a while, he straightened his body again, looked at the cliff, and nodded in satisfaction.

The hard iron arrow was actually bent by him with an iron sword. The iron arrow turned into iron fetters and passed through the first thin body, making it difficult for him to escape.

The feet of the first seat cannot touch the ground, and the back cannot touch the cliff. The only connection with this world is the two curved iron arrows.

His connection with the earth was completely severed.

Jun Mo was naturally satisfied, and then answered the previous sentence of the first seat.

"You can't shoot you, but you can nail you."

When he spoke, his expression was calm but full of pride. The brothers together defeated the human Buddha and trapped him in the mountain. How could he not be grandiose?

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