Looking back at the time when he was transformed from a Buddha into a demon, he dared to take the risk of the world, and he paid a great price. Such a person, even if he has only one breath left, will not be willing to pass on his merits to others.
After Luo Mingchuan heard what he said, he knew something was wrong, and he was prepared for it.
The sword force split the smoke and dust, and the gray bricks of the Buddhist hall cracked a deep gap, extending all the way to the bottom of the offering platform, an inch in front of the body.
But the golden light has shrouded the entire Buddhist temple, and the coercion of the ocean is overwhelming.
At this time, the weak door panel became like a cast of gold and iron, and the two men bounced away violently, and they had to face the coercion.
The old monk sat on the altar, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the golden light and red light behind him became more and more dazzling.
Yin Biyue finally knew why he was willing to explain so much before, but he was just buying himself time to recover.
And now, the more time there is, the worse it is for them.
The two of them looked at each other, Luo Mingchuan raised his sword stance and then went first, his true essence poured out, and there was a series of crackling sounds at the sword's edge, as if the air was being torn apart.
He broke through a passage under the real pressure, Yin Biyue's leaning lake sword was unsheathed, and he went forward in this passage!
A bone-piercing chill overflowed from the blade, and a thin layer of white frost formed on the ground.
Where the sword passed, the frost expanded rapidly. The sword edge went straight to the view!
At the same moment, Luo Mingchuan's eyes also arrived and fell on Guan's eyebrows.
This is the third time the two have teamed up against each other. In the cave at night when encountering demons, they still cooperate with jerky, but in Xingshan Temple, 70% of them have a tacit understanding.
At this time, it was even more rounded, and the heavens complemented each other, exerting a formidable power far beyond the original realm, enough to shock the cultivation world.
But all this is still not enough to overcome a one-time saint.
Even if he has been weakened by time and formation.
When Guan Guan opened his eyes, Yin Biyue's sword edge stagnated in the air, and it was even harder to get closer. His thin lips pursed slightly, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
His eyes fell on Jian Feng, Yin Biyue's face quickly turned pale, and he was able to stand firm after taking three steps back.
But a piercing gaze pierced the pain in his eyes, and he had to close his eyes for a moment. In this instant, Luo Mingchuan flew in front of him, patted Yin Biyue's back with his left hand, flipped his right hand, and pressed down with a big Buddhist mudra!
Yin Biyue was sent out of the battle by his senior brother, and he watched the two palms face each other.
The Buddhist hall in the golden light shook violently, the curtains were blown into powder, and the beams and pillars were splashed with sawdust!
Luo Mingchuan's five fingers were flying with flesh and blood, like rain and mist, revealing the bones.
Looking at the shriveled and atrophied palm, he invisibly withdrew an inch. And the altar under him, under the oppression of violent true essence, cracked five deep scars.
At this time, Yin Biyue's sword power has been completed.
"boom-"
The supply platform shattered into ashes and fell into the dust.
Dirty face, golden light covered with dust.
But this time he saw the sword clearly. Pupils shrink.
Yin Biyue never thought that when he saw Luo Mingchuan injured, he shot with anger, and he was so powerful.
This sword is stronger when it is strong, giving him too many surprises and doubts. At the flower folding party, contend with the wind and rain sword. In Xingshan Temple, the immeasurable Dharma body pierced into the net cloud.
And now, it can break through the defense of a saint.
Liaoguan stood up slowly, the sound of bones rubbing was clear and harsh.
It is clearly a thin and low figure, but standing up gives a terrifying shadow like Mount Tai's top.
He looked indifferent, but didn't make a move, because he felt that after so many years, he should always say something to this sword.
He thought about it, and found that there was nothing to say.
Even if the owner has changed, this sword is still as abominable as ever.
Then, the anger of the sky burned in the chest, like a raging fire.
What if a million years have passed, even if an uncountable amount of time has passed, as long as you see that sword, how can you not be angry? ! How not to hate? !
So he stretched out his palm, and his index and middle fingers clamped the blade of the sword.
In Yin Biyue's eyes, the old monk's movements were extremely slow, but it was inevitable. I only felt that the pressure increased sharply in an instant, and I was in a dilemma, as if a mountain was pressing on the sword.
Then the Yihu Sword vibrated violently, humming like rain, Yin Biyue was shocked, and the other party wanted to break the sword.
The deadly coldness passed along the sword body to the wrist, and raged all the way to the meridians, reaching the heart and lungs.
Suddenly there is a breeze, and a sword strikes!
When Yin Biyue turned his head, he saw Luo Mingchuan holding the Shen Zhoujian in his left hand, and his eyes were calm. However, blood was dripping from his right hand, and half of his sleeves were stained red with blood.
This sword came very cleverly, and it opened the Yihu between the old monk's fingers, turned it into a horizontal cut, and cut it towards Guan Guan's wrist.
After seeing his expression unchanged, he flipped his palm and held the sharp blade straight.
Yin Biyue's sword edge was shaken away, but the coldness of silence was still in his meridians and bones, so he could barely stand on the ground with his sword.
The two were at a stalemate, closing their eyes and breathing almost simultaneously.
In a short while, the wind and sand in the Buddhist hall were quiet.
Yin Biyue vaguely guessed that they had entered a certain mysterious realm, similar to the meditation of Buddhist practice, and was worried that if he rashly broke the balance at this time, he would harm his senior brother. Had to watch it from the sidelines. Forced to calm down, but still anxious.
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There is a huge gap between the young geniuses in the world of practice and the saints millions of years ago. This is destined to be an unprecedented battle, and it will be difficult for anyone to compete in the future.
It is an incredible legend that the Juggernaut and Mr. Zhang Yuan used the Hinayana realm and the barrier-breaking realm to join forces to kill a Mahayana strong man at their age.
They have been able to see it today, and even if someone saw it with their own eyes, they couldn't believe it.
But it's not about competing, it's about life and death.
Luo Mingchuan opened his eyes, the four fields were a sea of blood.
The red clouds on the horizon are surging like a blazing flame, and the sky will burn through, and the wind and sand are full of thick bloody aura.
Broken flags, corpses everywhere, and the rushing rivers were dyed red with blood. The supernatural powers of various exercises still linger, making the mountains and rivers messy and the land charred.
He stared blankly at everything, inexplicably feeling a little familiar. Until a Zen staff broke the wind.
Luo Mingchuan stepped back on the river and retreated quickly, but when the Zen staff passed, the river broke through the water, and the wind and waves were raised ten feet, and the roar shook the sky.
Leo Guan stood on the opposite mountain, his eyes seemed to be frightening, and his golden and red cassocks were flying.
His stature is like a mountain.
Luo Mingchuan's mind moved, and Shen Zhoujian was in front of him, like a long embankment and iron cables, blocking the river and blocking the waves.
Although Shen Zhou is a famous sword in the world, it is also difficult to resist the power of a sage's blow. After shaking off the Zen staff, he let go straight out of his hand and flew down to the bottom of the river.
The Zen staff returned to the top of the mountain and was held by Liao Guan. Along the way, huge waves fell into the river, and the waves were restless for a long time.
Luo Mingchuan was already on the shore, but his face was pale, and the hem of his clothes was wet by the river water. The color of his pupils changed suddenly, and he watched the mountains and rocks below him collapse and fly, and the boulders rolled down and collapsed.
This is the ruins of a battlefield after the Dao Demon War.
In this meditative state, the two compete with the spirit of the soul, and the view is stronger than being trapped in the golden light of the Buddha's seal.
He walked down from the top of the mountain, his figure was as light as a flying eagle, but the earth trembled slightly as he fell.
Although the mountain under his feet collapsed, when he came, it was a high mountain.
The pressure is like a mountain.
Luo Mingchuan's meridians burst inch by inch, and blood poured out of his mouth uncontrollably, soaking through his entire body in an instant, finally unable to support him, he fell to his knees on the ground.
Leo Guan stood in front of him and looked down at him. He slowly put his hand on top of his head.
In the Buddhist hall, Luo Mingchuan's face quickly turned gray, and his skinny body became strangely plump.
Yin Biyue was shocked. Although he couldn't see them fighting, he knew that the situation was very dangerous. Without caring about anything else, Yihu Sword flew towards Guan Xin's mouth.
Without touching the cassock, it was severely shaken, and the huge shock force hurt the heart and lungs.
Yin Biyue fell under the altar, only to feel severe pain in his chest, and his eyes were full of blood.
He looked indifferent, but there was an invisible smile in his eyes.
These two young people have good roots, and their vitality is enough to make him break through today.
It can be seen that God will not kill him. Then in the future, you will be able to cultivate the body of immortality and immortality.
At this moment, the Yihu Sword on the ground shook slightly, and the movement was so weak that even Yin Biyue did not notice it.
In the meditation realm, at the foot of the view, Luo Mingchuan, who was on the verge of death, raised his head.
He should be extremely weak, but for some reason, his eyes are terrifyingly cold at this time.
When I saw those eyes, I was shocked and wanted to withdraw and retreat!
But it was already too late, his cultivation base was rapidly lost, and he poured into Luo Mingchuan's body crazily along the palm of his hand!
The four wild winds suddenly blew up, the ground collapsed and the mountains were destroyed, and the turbid waves raged into the sky.
He finally pulled away, retreated a thousand miles, and exclaimed with a hiss, "Mo Changyuan!—"
Shen Zhoujian leaped out of the lake, the afterimage was like the wind, faster than his figure, penetrated the heart, and pinned him to the ground.
It is also the eighth level of 'Tianluo Jiuzhuan', transforming others' cultivation and life for their own use.
But when the two meet, they stand tall.
The meditative state is broken.
Yin Biyue propped up the ground with his sword and sat up reluctantly.
I saw that Guan had opened his eyes, his eyes were scarlet, his mouth was bleeding, and he looked like crazy, "It's ridiculous! I didn't die under the sword of Linyuan, who knows I will die in the hands of the devil—"
"My brother is not the devil!"
The Buddhist hall shook violently, and the beams, columns and walls began to collapse.
Luo Mingchuan still closed his eyes, and Yin Biyue took him in his arms. His breathing was steady, but he couldn't wake up, and he couldn't penetrate his body.
The old monk's mouth was full of blood. He looked at the two of them, breathless, and said maliciously, "You don't want him to be enchanted, but he can't look back..."
The entire golden light array was damaged, the ground of Xingshan Temple was cracked, and there was a panic in the temple.
Yin Biyue's true essence was depleted and he was seriously injured. Even though he knew that this place was going to collapse and the situation was too dangerous to estimate, he could not take a step with the unconscious Luo Mingchuan.
In the midst of the earth-shattering vibrations and the smoke and dust, he fell to the corner of the Buddhist temple while protecting Luo Mingchuan. For a moment, he thought he had really reached a dead end.
But the next moment, a sharp sword light split the smoke and dust.
The hustle and bustle is quiet.
A clear young voice rang out and said concisely, "Let's go."