I have a role in the heavens

A gray shadow shot straight towards the vast sea like a sharp arrow, flew out of the quicksand, and headed straight for the small mountain peak on the back. Looking at the scene like after a natural disaster, a bright light flashed in Lu Chunyang's eyes.

The green oasis quickly withered in the flying sand and rocks, and the ground was desolate and yellow. It seemed that all the water had been drained. The cattle and sheep herdsmen all stood frozen on the spot, their skin and muscles were dehydrated inch by inch, and vague black shadows flew out of their bodies and towards the peak. The evil ghosts on the top of the mountain, this terrifying scene does not stop at the hills and nearby oasis, but spreads to a radius of hundreds of miles, trying to drain the souls of all living creatures and wither the entire earth.

On the top of the hill, a middle-aged monk in yellow robes stood with a look of sorrow on his face and drooped eyebrows. He was holding dark gold rosary beads in his hand and chanting sutras in a low voice. Rays of glazed light emanated from his hands. Most of the peak is set off like a Buddhist pure land.

As the crying old man clapped his hands, the innocent souls came in one after another, like a torrent of black water, screaming and vanishing into thin air above the glazed light, and biting the glazed light into pieces from time to time.

The middle-aged monk was neither happy nor angry, unhurried, and just looked at the crying old man. His voice seemed to echo on the top of the mountain and spread hundreds of miles away.

"Crying old man, do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of magical skills and chose the Moko Demon Subduing Fist that lacked important scriptures?"

The crying old man's eyes focused, he raised his right palm, pushed his left palm, and the wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the souls of the victims became more and more invisible and insubstantial, as if they were walking between yin and yang, making it impossible to resist them.

After the middle-aged monk finished speaking, one of the beads on the rosary beads turned from dark gold to pitch black, and then he punched it out. This fist seemed to fill the world, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, free from dust. Golden light shrouded his body, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the top of the mountain, with a hazy void behind him.

In the void, ferocious evil spirits and wronged souls surrounded a golden lotus platform with peaceful expressions. On top of the lotus platform sat a Bodhisattva, with a face full of mercy and pity for the world. In his palm, he held the constantly flowing breath of life and death, like a black and white color. The wheel treasure contains the great secrets of the heavens and the mysteries of life and death.

The Bodhisattva's face changed vaguely, and finally as the middle-aged fist reached its peak, he revealed an appearance that was exactly the same as him, except that the monk's face was full of sorrow and heavyness, while the Bodhisattva's face was full of compassion and solemnity.

The Bodhisattva opened his mouth, and the sound of clouds and thunder suddenly echoed in the void, offering salvation to all living beings with immeasurable compassion.

"After today, for hundreds of billions of kalpas, there will be a world, all hells, and the three evil realms. All sentient beings are suffering from sins. I vow to rescue them from the hells and evil realms, as beasts and hungry ghosts. The retribution for these sins and others will be fulfilled." Buddha, then I will achieve enlightenment."

"Until hell is empty, I vow not to become a Buddha; only when all sentient beings are saved can I realize Bodhi."

There were bursts of Zen sounds, the Buddha's light was shining brightly, and the evil ghosts who came had lost their ferocious resentment, their faces became peaceful, and they disappeared into the air. The wind and sand have stopped, and there are chants of Buddhist scriptures at the foot of the mountain. The withered hay gradually turns green, and the undercurrents are buzzing. The skins of the mummified herdsmen, cattle and sheep are slowly filling up. The black souls that flew out return to the body, and the breath of life is full of life. . The dry and cracked earth was once again as stable as before, and the lost souls on the quicksand gathered one after another to escape from the hell, feeling confused and scared.

Lu Chunyang stood on the mountainside, looked up at the top of the mountain, a look of surprise appeared on his calm face, and whispered to himself.

"There are actually people in the Shaolin Temple who have practiced the Moko Demon Subduing Fist to this extent? It's really amazing. They have great compassion. It seems that this set of skills was specially selected to restrain the grievances of the crying old man Shiba Pai!"

Under the breath of life and the light of the glazed Buddha, Moko's demon-conquering fist has immeasurable magical power, and he can trace the cycle of life and death.

The crying old man was defeated by one move. He raised his head and roared, his voice penetrated into the sky, piercing his body and soul, just like the ghost king suppressed in the depths of hell. Black energy rose around him, as if hell had opened up and the ghosts were out of control. Then, he turned the sky upside down with one palm, and knocked it down from the head. Eighteen slaps were made by the innocent souls. The door of hell was opened, and hundreds of ghosts went out.

Xuanbei and the Bodhisattva behind him are still melancholy and compassionate, their fists seem to be holding seals, and they strike out again, Moko Subduing Demon Fist, vowing to save all living beings with compassion.

Lu Chunyang looked around and saw a vast expanse of gravel surrounding the hill. The black air and the Buddha's light were constantly intertwining, and it seemed difficult to tell the winner for a moment.

The sword light in Lu Chunyang's eyes filled the void, and the sword intent in his heart faintly penetrated the body, as if a peerless sword was about to strike. His fighting spirit was awe-inspiring, and the blood in his body was faintly boiling. Suddenly Lu Chunyang turned his head and looked at a building a hundred miles away. The ruined temple, frowned slightly, and whispered.

"It's that little bald donkey Meng Qi. The six dimensions of space are actually opened at this time. It looks like he won't die!"

After Lu Chunyang said that, he flew towards the top of the mountain. Since he missed the six dimensions of reincarnation, he naturally couldn't return empty-handed. The crying old man was a strong master at the peak of the outdoor scene, and the middle-aged monk was also a grandmaster at the eighth level of the outdoor scene. Master, if he tries the sword on the crying old man and kills this demon, he will definitely be able to cross the second ladder and break through to the master realm.

On the top of the mountain, the appearance of a middle-aged monk finally appeared in Lu Chunyang's eyes. He was extremely tall, but as thin as a bamboo pole. His facial features were not particularly special, but his eyes had a lingering sense of decadence, and this made him It is difficult to judge his age, he could be in his forties or fifties, and he could be in his early thirties, but his whole figure looks like someone who grew up in Coptis chinensis, and is full of bitterness and hatred.

The middle-aged monk's cultivation is not as good as that of the crying old man. Although he practices Shaolin Moko Demon Subduing Fist, which is designed to restrain the grievances of the crying old man for 18 beats, he is still at a disadvantage. The Buddhist kingdom gradually shrinks, and the figure of the Bodhisattva on the lotus platform behind him is also blurred. He has learned a lot, and is obviously no match for this evil old demon. He is just struggling to support himself.

Lu Chunyang stopped and stood on the top of the peak. He looked at the two people who were fighting fiercely. He looked up at the crying old man in the air. His eyes were filled with gleaming light. He looked sideways at the middle-aged monk beside him. He also saw Lu Chunyang and took the initiative to spread the Buddha's light outward, hoping to protect Lu Chunyang.

"I am Lu Chunyang of Xijiange. I wonder which eminent Shaolin monk the master is?"

The middle-aged monk opened his mouth with great difficulty, his voice was rich and a bit sad.

"It turns out to be Daxia Lu from the Xijian Pavilion, and the poor monk Xuan Bei. This person is the old master of the evil way. Don't leave my protection of Buddha's light!"

Master Xuanbei had heard of Lu Chunyang's name, not because Lu Chunyang had the skills to cultivate in an outdoor setting, but because Lu Chunyang had abandoned his skills and resumed his cultivation. The whole world knew about this, and it was rumored to be a joke. Xuanbei didn't know that Lu Chunyang's current cultivation level was comparable to that of a grandmaster, so he said this.

"That good-for-nothing senior brother of Su Wuming, the Divine Sword of Heaven, didn't you waste your skills and re-cultivate? When did you actually resume your outdoor cultivation?"

The crying old man clapped his hand, and the black mist evil ghost emerged, suppressing Master Xuanbei tightly. His narrow and cold eyes were glowing with green light, and he looked at Lu Chunyang. His voice was harsh, like an evil ghost asking for his soul, which can make people feel uneasy. Shocked, the soul left the body.

When Lu Chunyang heard this, his expression turned cold, and a dangerous light flashed in his eyes. This old guy was so tired of living that he dared to mock himself like this. He really thought he had a good temper.

"Lu Chunyang, for Su Wuming's sake, I don't have to kill you, but I'll get out of here!"

The crying old man didn't notice the change in Lu Chunyang's expression at all. In his eyes, Lu Chunyang was just a waste. Even if he had the ability to perform outdoor scenes, he didn't take it seriously. He could kill him casually. In the entire Xijian Pavilion, there were only two people he was afraid of. One of them is Su Wuming, the Heavenly Sword who is number one on the Earth Ranking, and the other is Zhou Taichong, the Star Sea Flying Dragon who is number 23 on the Earth Ranking.

In particular, Su Wuming, who was said to be the most promising person to realize the Dharma Body, was extremely murderous and extremely sharp. The crying old man was still very afraid of this great master.

Lu Chunyang did not attack the crying old man directly, but looked at Master Xuanbei and asked with a hint of chill in his voice.

"I heard that the master specifically chose the Moko Demon Subduing Fist, but he has a blood feud with the crying old man?"

Master Xuanbei's eyes flashed with sadness, his expression became more and more miserable, his whole face drooped, he nodded silently, and the golden light on his body dimmed a bit.

"Amitabha, the poor monk indeed has a blood feud with the crying old man!"

"In that case, Master, if I kill the crying old man with my sword, will you regret it?"

Lu Chunyang looked at Master Xuanbei very seriously, causing the Shaolin master to show an expression of astonishment. Now that they were at a disadvantage, it would be good if they could save their lives under Su Wuming. How dare Lu Chunyang dare to kill this master? The master of the Earth Ranking, the old devil at the peak of the exterior scene.

"Of course not!"

Although Xuanbei didn't believe that Lu Chunyang could kill the crying old man, he still didn't tease Lu Chunyang for not overestimating his abilities. Instead, he shook his head with a wry smile and whispered.

"Lu Chunyang, you are really ungrateful. I wanted to give Su Wuming some face, but since you insist on seeking death, you can't blame me!"

The crying old man is not a good-tempered person. Hearing Lu Chunyang's nonsense and strong evil spirit, he slapped his palms with both hands and covered Master Xuanbei with one palm, making it impossible for him to get out. He slapped Lu Chunyang hard with one palm. I want to kill this person who speaks arrogant words.

The Buddha's light around Master Xuanbei dimmed, and countless evil ghost shadows rushed in, like a black storm, covering the sky and the earth, wrapping him tightly, giving him no chance to help Lu Chunyang.

The sky above Lu Chunyang was full of evil ghosts, which was eerie and terrifying. Countless screams sounded, like the roars of tortured ghosts. A three-foot-wide black palm pressed against Lu Chunyang's head. Countless ghost figures struggled in the palm. , their faces were ferocious and terrifying, showing expressions of twisted pain, and they stretched out their black hands one after another, wanting to drag Lu Chunyang into the endless abyss and suffer all the torture in the world.

Lu Chunyang felt the pressure coming from the top of his head. He did not look up. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at the peach wood sword at his waist. This is the most commonly used tool in Taoism to subdue demons. Today, he met the evil ghost in the world, the crying old man. How fitting.

Lu Chunyang's eyes were sharp, and his slender fingers were holding the hilt of the peach wood sword. He had been in this world for more than two years, and he had never shown his sharpness. Today was finally about to open, and he was so excited that his body was trembling.

"Lu Chunyang, it's too late for you to be afraid now. I'm going to kill you today. What can Su Wuming do to me?"

The crying old man mistakenly thought that Lu Chunyang was trembling with fear, and laughed wildly with arrogance. But when he talked about Su Wuming, his laughter subsided a little, and a hint of fear flashed in his green eyes.

Lu Chunyang suddenly raised his head, and a shocking sword intent burst out from Lu Chunyang's body, directly tearing the black palm in the air. The endless evil ghost in the palm let out the most miserable howl, and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated. Lu Chunyang was excited His eyes were filled with sword light, his face was full of fighting spirit and coldness, and he said coldly and loudly.

"Old man crying, how can you tell that I'm scared? I'm so excited!"

After saying that, Taomu Sword took action, and a bright sword light shone for hundreds of miles. The shocking edge rushed out. The sword energy was like a beam of light and went straight to the crying old man. The swordsman was peerless and the devil was shocked.

"boom!"

The crying old man was slashed away by a sword and fell back dozens of miles. Lu Chunyang gained the upper hand and leaped into the void. The man and sword merged into one, and his body turned into a stream of light. He chased after him. Only the stunned Master Xuanbei was left at the top of the mountain. , staring blankly in the void, a figure holding a peach wood sword, slashing wildly around the crying old man, the sword light and sword energy suppressed the crying old man, and from time to time, there were weak roars, the crying old man It is simply unbelievable that Lu Chunyang was suppressed and beaten, and he was too tired to deal with it.

"I asked you to call me a waste, and asked you to spare my life. I gave you face, didn't I?"

Lu Chunyang slashed at the crying old man crazily, his sword intent was shocking, the sword light was bright, and the sword energy was pure. The sword rays tore apart the crying old man's defense, leaving streaks of blood on his body, and the black energy was slashed Scattered, the ghost was beheaded. He was still cursing incessantly, his peach wood sword was spitting out, his mouth was spitting out, his face was extremely angry, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

The crying old man felt very frustrated and tied up. It was clear that Lu Chunyang's cultivation was not as deep as his, but his swordsmanship was superb and his sword moves were tricky. Every time he struck at the weak point of his Qi, using the weak to attack the strong, he had only one ability at most. He was able to perform at 70%, but he was suppressed by this waste that he had never paid attention to. Even as the fight continued, the opponent's momentum continued to skyrocket, and his strength was slowly increasing. It would not be a good idea to go on like this. Be careful, he might really fall into Lu Chunyang's hands.

The old man's old face was gloomy and terrifying, and the aura on his body was constantly building up, like a volcano about to erupt. His narrow eyes were full of fierce light, flashing with dark green light, terrifying and ferocious. He shouted loudly, like a landslide, shaking the world, He slapped his palms fiercely, and endless black smoke filled the air, covering a hundred miles in radius. The day turned into night, and he couldn't see his fingers. Countless terrifying Jie Jie laughters came from the black mist. It was eerie, weird and evil, like hell. At the end of the world, all the evil ghosts were released. This is the killing move in the Eighteen Beats of Wrongful Souls. Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, hell is empty, and evil ghosts are in the world.

Lu Chunyang stepped back and stood in the void, his eyes flashing with light, his right hand holding the mahogany sword high, his expression solemn, his face solemn, and he slowly opened his mouth.

"The sword cuts through Yin and Yang, and life and death become empty!"

A beam of light lay across the void, like the first ray of light when the world first opened, rushing into the black smoke, dispelling the darkness in the world, bringing light and hope, the endless evil ghosts were purified, and the figure turned into a wisp of blue smoke. , dissipated in the air, the sword light shined, the sword intention soared into the sky, under the horrified gaze of the crying old man, it shot straight into the body, with undiminished momentum, it rushed into the sky behind him, the sea of ​​clouds split into two, and the golden sunshine fell down , extremely bright.

The body of the crying old man fell from the void and hit the ground, splashing dust all over the ground. Dust returns to dust, soil returns to earth. Even if this evil demon has a reputation for being unparalleled in the world, he will die like an ordinary person, with blood It flowed all over the place, with eyes full of unwillingness and fear, and would not rest in peace.

"The crying old man was actually beheaded?!"

Xuanbei's expression was complicated, he seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time. He stared blankly at the corpse of the crying old man on the ground. It turned out that the demon's blood was also red, no different from ordinary people. Countless figures appeared in his mind, and they were all Each of his relatives and friends had a smile of relief on their faces. Their figures gradually faded into the void, and they merged into the void with a smile and entered reincarnation.

"it's all over!"

Xuanbei's voice was somewhat dreamlike, and the Buddha's light around him was strong. He sat cross-legged on the top of the mountain, clasped his hands, and kept opening and closing his mouth, chanting sutras and praying for the souls of the dead.

"After today, for hundreds of billions of kalpas, there will be a world, all hells, and the three evil realms. All sentient beings are suffering from sins. I vow to rescue them from the hells and evil realms, as beasts and hungry ghosts. The retribution for these sins and others will be fulfilled." Buddha, then I will achieve enlightenment."

Lu Chunyang stood in the void, the aura around him surged, the true energy in his body surged, and his mind was like a cold moon, peaceful and calm, and the phase and the law were further blended, just like the essence, thoughts flew out, arousing the law of the outside world, a yin and yang realm unfolded, and merged into The void, all-encompassing, all things unified, the second ladder to heaven has been crossed, the cultivation level has advanced to the seventh level of the outdoor scene, and Xijian Pavilion has added a grand master.

Lu Chunyang lowered his head and looked down at Master Xuanbei who was meditating and chanting sutras. He didn't bother to go down to say hello anymore, and turned into sword light and fled away.

Name: Lu Chunyang.

Ranking: Thirty-third on the local list.

Name: Chunyang Sword Immortal.

Identity: Elder of Xijian Pavilion, senior brother Su Wuming, the Heavenly Sword God.

Cultivation: The seventh level of exterior scene.

Deeds: In the desert of the vast sea, he crossed levels and killed the peak master Lao Laowen, who was ranked 33rd on the local rankings. His sword skills were astonishing, shining for thousands of miles. One sword divided yin and yang, and life and death were in vain. He was expected to become Su Wuming's second.

Lu Chunyang shocked the world by beheading the Crying Old Man, ranking 33rd on the Earth Ranking, and became a well-known location master. He was revered by countless people and his reputation spread far and wide.

In Xijian Pavilion, Lu Chunyang, who had traveled for more than half a year, returned to the sect again. He sat in the main hall and looked at the cheerful leader Zhou Taichong calmly, feeling a little bored.

"Junior Brother Lu, you have achieved the status of a Grandmaster this time, killed the crying old man, and made my Xijian Pavilion more famous!"

Su Wuming sat opposite Lu Chunyang. A sword light flashed in his eyes as he looked at his senior brother. A trace of fighting intent showed through. He could faintly feel the sense of danger coming from Lu Chunyang. This was a man who could fight. opponent.

"Congratulations, senior brother, you have finally entered the realm of a master. There is hope for your Dharmakaya in the future!"

Su Wuming sighed, it's a pity that this is his senior brother and he can't draw his sword and fight. Although he is a swordsman, he also knows the pros and cons. If there is a life and death battle between him and Lu Chunyang, no matter who loses or wins, It is weakening the strength of Xijian Pavilion, and the leader will never agree to it.

"I'm still not as good as you. You have already stepped into the Dharmakaya halfway, and are only one step away from realizing the Dharmakaya!"

Lu Chunyang's expression was indifferent, and he looked at his junior brother Su Wuming. The endless sword energy was hidden in his body, faintly showing a peerless edge. If he didn't move, it would be shocking. It was extremely terrifying. He was worthy of being number one on the earth list, and was known as the most promising witness. A peerless master of Tao Dharmakaya.