Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 121: Seems like an old friend is here
The deep Buddha sound contains a grandeur that is full of the universe. A curved rainbow rises from the pagoda. That is the Buddha light that only the eminent monks and great virtues have, and this rainbow-shaped Buddha light is full of detached charm. Obviously unusual.
Shen Lian was trapped in a sea of blood more than ten years ago. It was a Buddha's luminosity that transformed a sea of blood and resentment, causing fluctuations that allowed him to escape. The owner of the Buddha's light back then may be the same owner of the Buddha's sound today.
Shen Lian looked at the brilliant golden light trail, and anyone who saw it would have yearning in his heart, even he was no exception.
It's a pity that although Shen Lian was yearning, he did not move.
"Don't the donor want to see the old monk." The Buddha's voice sounded from Shen Lian's heart out of thin air, seeming not to pass through the material world.
The image of a monk appeared in Shen Liandao's heart. He was extremely handsome and young, and his style was even better than the original Baoyue Venerable.
Shen Lian understands that this is not as simple as mind projection, but is related to the mind escape in Buddhist legends.
He is not surprised at all. He is familiar with the vision of Lingbao Tianzun. Even the figures of the Taoist master series have a unique and unique aura, even if they are a bit of spiritual representation, which immediately shocked the monks. Killing the past, the image of the monk immediately disappeared.
There seems to be a gust of wind on the pagoda on the mountain, and there is a patter of bells. It turns out that the pagoda’s eaves are covered with wind chimes. Those wind chimes are so crisp that they are no less than thousands of Buddhas who recite the Buddha's name. Shen Lian's mind, with his Dingjing, would actually be affected, and the Lingbao Tianzun that had been visualized disappeared with the destruction of the Dingjing.
Lingbao Tianzun is a detached existence. To destroy Shen Lian's visualization of Lingbao Tianzun's fixed state, it must be self-sufficient in the principles of law, and he does not pretend to be the Taiyi realm and Mahasa method.
Shen Lian smiled slightly and said: "Today is out of season, I will visit the master again tomorrow."
At the same time, his perception of Dajue Temple has been lowered. Obviously, this so-called Ksitigarbha scripture is just an introduction to directly recruit the unfathomable monk.
If Shen Lian arrives on the other side of the sea of blood today, I am afraid that exactly the same situation will still occur.
He is naturally willing to meet Mahasa-level characters, but he will never go to see him passively. If I cannot help me, even if I become a celestial being, what fun is there.
Shen Lian has made up his mind. He doesn't miss his step. He stepped back, but no matter how fast he is, the golden trail is still three inches away from him.
"The sea of bitterness is boundless, there is a shore in front of me, why should the donor be obsessed." The monk's voice continued to sound, not tempting, but no matter how Shen Lian turned around, the golden light trail was still in front of him, and the mountains and pagodas were still in front of him.
Shen Lian wanted to laugh. If Wang Xia knew that he was trapped now, he didn't know whether he was upset that he lost this great opportunity to kill him, or he was grateful that he didn't chase him, and he didn't have to face the mysterious monk.
He wanted to laugh, but did not smile, and said with a calm face: "If people ask for the Buddha, they will lose the Buddha, if they ask for the Tao, they will lose their way. If they find liberation, they will lose liberation. The master said Shore, then it’s not shore, why should I come."
"Good, good, good, the donor has this understanding of Buddhism. It is the person who is destined to the Buddha. Today, let alone let the donor go." The monk’s words were full of joy, and he shouldn’t refute the wonderful retort. Annoyed.
Shen Lian could hear the sincerity and kindness in the monk's words, but what about it, if he takes the initiative to go, he will go too, but now he will not go.
This can be said to be a kind of willfulness, or it can be a manifestation of self-reliance and firmness and not being moved by foreign objects.
However, since you want to refuse to go, you have to get away. The monk’s magical powers are somewhat similar to the Tianhe that I saw that Heng'e transforms. Obviously, they are also similar to the Buddha in the palm. Realm B, it was not a heavenly immortal realm, and it was far incomparable. Even if he could understand the principle of this way of space, he would still be unable to use it as if he wanted to create something spiritual.
Fortunately, he doesn't need to use it, he just needs to figure out a way to crack it.
The monk's spellcasting is still far inferior to the way that Heng'e used the golden hairpin to draw the Tianhe. The law is natural, without traces and traces, and it is as strong as a profound tool to find no way to deal with it.
Shen Lian has the supreme method of Taixu Shence, which is comparable to the extraordinary heaven and fairyland. His life restraint and transformation of the four realms have long been understood by him, and the realm of control has even more glimpses of the virtual reality of all laws, and he has recently Yi Dao is successful, with high vision, it is close to the legendary Tianyantong.
Therefore, the flaws in the monks' supernatural powers, or weaknesses in their power, were discovered.
At this moment, a cloud of blood floated slowly above the sea of blood, with twelve people standing on top of them, all of them with extraordinary looks, among them, the first one held a whisk in his hand, and his spirit was floating. The difference, the cultivation base is obviously higher.
The Taoist holding the whisk in his hand is the only one of them who does not have a sword. The remaining eleven are armed with sharp swords, exuding pure air of killing, even if the blood sea resents the sky, those floating and sinking No one in the resentment dared to approach the blood cloud.
The leading Taoist looked at Shen Lian on the shore of the blood coast~IndoMTL.com~ not far from the jungle. His expression was full of excitement. He said: "Junior Brother Chen didn’t expect it to be bad, Junior Brother Shen really came." /
The eleven people behind them all have solemn looks. They are different in height, short, fat and thin, but they obviously practice the same Taoist tactics and the same swordsmanship, although they are not deliberate, they are also connected in air.
One of them said: "Uncle Master, Uncle Master, his old man has a thorough cultivation base, not under the Master, why didn't we find us."
"It is true. It seems that Junior Brother Shen is in trouble. The only one who can trouble him on the Sea of Blood is the monk. It’s no wonder your master taught you to come together. It seems that this is expected. Everyone form a sword formation." Taoist said lightly.
He swept away the dust, and the eleven swordsmen immediately dispersed, their sword auras rushed into the sky, killing intent surging, and finally condensed into a glowing sword cloud.
The sword cloud condensed, and the surrounding blood wave moved with it, surging.
Then the sword cloud stood upright, and eleven sword lights flew up suddenly, all melted into the sword cloud.
The Taoist chanted the spell, swung the whisk, and swept the whisk downward, and then the sword cloud swept in front of Shen Lian.
Only hearing the creak of the void, a golden dragon flew out and bit towards the sword cloud.
When the Taoist saw this, he coldly hummed: "It really is the monk's great dragon."
He tossed the dust in his hand and it rose in the wind, faster than the sword cloud, giving birth to thousands of strands, binding the golden dragon, and then the sword cloud moved like a fish and passed the dragon. , Arrived in the sky above Shen Lian.
At this time, the Buddha's light shattered, and Shen Lian suddenly appeared in the sky, with Jianyun in front of him. He didn't have time to be surprised at the familiarity of the sword aura, and he forced a breath to face the sword cloud.
To be continued.
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