I have a role in the heavens

The iron sword and the wooden sword finally had a real collision at a level visible to the naked eye. The autumn rain dispersed and thunder and lightning roared!

Ye Su's swordsmanship seems to have understood the truth of the world at this time, and he has even half-stepped into the realm of apocalypse! Jun Mo still didn't look back, and still rushed towards the direction of the Buddhist temple.

Jun Mo's swordsmanship does not have its own rules, and there is no way that monks can borrow Haotian's power, but he and his iron sword are extremely devoted to a certain rule and are indestructible, so in a sense, this rule has changed. It became Jun Mo's kendo spirit, and this rule was the absolute order.

In front of the Buddhist hall, Qi Nian's lips were a little white, stained by the autumn rain, and still looked a little dry. When they moved slightly, they were like withered leaves in the rain, trembling slightly.

I have been practicing the Seven Thoughts of Buddhism and practicing closed-mouth meditation for sixteen years, and I have never broken the precepts.

At this time, Qi Nian's lips were slightly open, and the broken half of his tongue could be vaguely seen inside. The expression on his face was very calm, and he softly uttered a word, which seemed a little unclear because he had not spoken for too long.

"disease."

The stone statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain in the distance seemed to have really heard this word. The face of Buddha carved out of the rock suddenly became vivid and seemed extremely compassionate.

The Buddha's light appeared on Qinian's body, and the ground of the ancient temple began to shake violently. The monks and practitioners who fell in a pool of blood were blown into the air, and countless cracks appeared on the walls of the temple.

An ancient clock swinging slightly next to a plum tree outside a Buddhist temple suddenly hovered in the air. Numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the ancient clock, and then exploded. The bell cracked like tiles, and the plum blossoms turned into snow!

In the autumn rain, Jun Mo's expression changed drastically, and he was extremely angry. Regardless of the wind and thunder behind the wooden sword behind him, he threw the iron sword towards Qi Nian in front of the palace!

By doing this, Jun Mo was leaving his back to Ye Su, who had already half-stepped into the Apocalypse Realm. This was still no different from committing suicide!

Jun Mo sheathed his sword to invite Ye Su to kill him. He was betting on whether Ye Su dared to kill him or not! Ye Su sighed and put away his sword, sighing secretly.

"This person is so determined!"

Jun Mo won the bet, but Ye Su didn't dare to kill the second gentleman of the academy. The consequences were too terrifying. He couldn't bear it, nor could Zhi Shou Guan behind him, and even Xiling Temple couldn't bear it. .

Back then, Ke Haoran drew his sword and climbed to the sky, fought with the sky, and was punished by heaven. This made the Master furious, and he stepped into Peach Mountain. On that day, there were countless casualties in the Xiling Temple. The peach blossoms fell, and the blood dyed the entire Peach Mountain red. Xiling Temple His vitality was severely damaged and he was unable to recover. The master of Zhishou Temple was drifting on the sea and did not dare to go ashore for the rest of his life.

If Ye Su killed Jun Mo today, no one knew what the master would do, whether the Xiling Temple and Zhishou Temple would still exist, and whether Haotian Dao would disappear from then on. Ye Su couldn't imagine it, nor could he bear it.

The broad and straight iron sword left Jun Mo's hand and rubbed against the air at high speed, bringing with it a ray of bright light. In front of the sword's edge, the stone steps twisted and cracked. No one dared to block it. The power of the throw was faintly visible. Liu Bai's sword from outside the sky seemed to have been blocked before, blocking the Buddha's light. The air wave exploded and dispersed.

Amidst the continuous roaring sounds, the Buddhist temple gradually collapsed and turned into ruins. The smoke and dust in the sky were gradually extinguished by the rain.

Jun Mo walked into the ruins of the Buddhist temple. His face was slightly pale, his robes were slightly dirty, and his delicate and symmetrical eyebrows in the past became a little messy. He picked up the somewhat deformed and bent iron sword from the ruins in front of him. With strong arm strength, he slowly straightened the iron sword. Although it was not as straight as before, it was still enough to cut people.

Jun Mo glanced at Qi Nian, tightened his right hand holding the iron sword slightly, and slashed the broad and straight iron sword towards his head.

Jun Mo is not a person who likes to talk nonsense, and Qi Nian has practiced silent meditation for sixteen years. When the two met, they started fighting before they could exchange a word.

Qi Nian's fingers trembled slightly, and he continued to picture the air in the cold autumn rain. When one circle was extinguished, another circle was reborn, and the big circle covered the small circle, endlessly, just like the eternal halo behind the Buddha.

Jun Mo's iron sword cut straight and horizontally, still following the square path, just like his people. The iron sword drew countless squares in the autumn rain, and the length and weight of each sword mark were absolutely the same.

The circle drawn by the fingers was so perfect that every square drawn by the iron sword was covered in it. The rainwater falling into the circle was bounced away as soon as it touched the breath.

Qinian looked at Jun Mo with a solemn expression and a solemn look, and said in a hoarse voice.

"The sky is round, how can you break me?"

Jun Mo's expression was indifferent and arrogant, his eyes were like swords, firm and sharp, and he said coldly.

"Since you are a human being, you must know that you are standing on the earth."

As soon as the words fell, there were only a few crisp sounds, and the iron sword cut out across the sky, cutting the Buddha breaths in the rain sky to pieces. The square sword intention was extremely powerful, breaking out of the circle!

Qi Nian's expression suddenly became serious, he announced the Buddha's name, and placed twenty-seven layers of Buddhist aura shield in front of him.

"Can a gentleman be deceived?"

Jun Mo gave a soft drink and wielded the iron sword to break through twenty-seven layers of Buddhist aura.

Blood overflowed from the corners of Qi Nian's lips, and he opened his hands like lotus flowers in front of him, forming a powerful mantra mudra.

Jun Mo shouted loudly and slashed through the mantra handprint with his iron sword, still shouting that sentence.

"A gentleman can be deceived!"

Qi Nian spat out blood with a pop, but still had a firm will to fight. He summoned the Fudo Ming King Dharmakaya and faced the iron sword.

"It's hard to ignore the wrong way!"

Jun Mo shouted angrily and slashed through the rain with his iron sword, cutting Qi Nian's outer body into two pieces!

A gentleman can be deceived by reasonable things, but it is difficult to be deceived by unreasonable things. This is Jun Mo's way of being a gentleman, the way of being upright.

Qi Nian's face was extremely pale, he was sitting on a lotus seat, forming a lotus seal, closing his eyes and meditating, one thought was life, one thought was death, one thought was white bones giving birth to flesh, and one thought was immortality.

Jun Mo didn't pay attention to what he was doing, and just let the iron sword slash at him. In an instant, the iron sword slashed seventy-seven times.

After eleven cycles of seven thoughts and meditation, all the monk's robes on his body were chopped into pieces, and countless bloody holes were cut out of his bones, flesh, and skin. Those bloody holes were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, before they were fully recovered, they returned again. Cut open by an iron sword.

No matter how fast the seven thoughts are, the recovery speed of the Buddha's body will never be as fast as the iron sword. At this time, he is just struggling to support himself, enduring inhuman pain, which is close to Ling Chi. Even though his Buddha's heart is as firm as a rock, he can't help but have a look of pain on his brows.

The iron sword came again. Qi Nian's body suffered a heavy blow, flew backwards, hit the collapsed Buddha statue in the hall, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

At this time, Ye Su finally arrived in front of the ruins of the Buddhist temple and stood in front of Qi Nian. He looked at Jun Mo and said extremely seriously.

"The mute was injured first, and you can win without using force!"

"If this statement is true, how can you have the nerve to besiege my little junior brother?"

Jun Mo was not a pedantic gentleman, he had his own ideas and principles. Hearing this, he raised his brows, an angry look appeared on his cold face, and asked Ye Su.

Ye Su Moran didn't know how to defend himself. Qi Nian was lying at the foot of the broken Buddha statue, with wounds all over his body. He looked miserable, but his expression was still calm and his voice was still firm, full of unshakable faith.

"The daughter of Hades must die!"

Jun Mo lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the miserable Qi Nian, and said with disapproval.

"She has never made a mistake, so why should she pay the price for what may happen in the future? If the daughter of Hades is the original sin, then shouldn't the descendants of many adulterous monks in the world deserve to be killed?"

"There is no such example in Tang law, and there is no such discussion in ancient rites. Therefore, what you are doing today is unethical!"

At this time, a figure also appeared. The scholar's body was full of embarrassment, his clothes were dyed red with blood, and most of the bones in his body were broken. He was almost relying on a thought to support his extremely tired body. As long as the breath in his heart was released. , he was afraid that he would fall to the ground immediately and become unconscious.

In the academy, Zhao Wuhao frowned slightly and looked through the endless void, looking at everything that happened in Lanke Temple. When he saw the wounds all over the scholar's body, he sighed and murmured.

"If we continue, we will only hurt both sides. It's time to end!"

"Saving people first kills people. Only in this way can we hide it from the eyes and ears of the world and restore peace!"

Zhao Wuhao was thinking in his heart, and his tyrannical mental energy surged, turning into a big hand of Buddha's light, stretching out towards the void, and instantly appeared in the sky above Lanke Temple. The Buddha's palm covered the sky and fell suddenly downwards.

"How dare you take the first sermon?!"

Jun Mo and Li Manman were shocked when they saw this. They mistakenly thought that it was the leader of the Xuankong Temple who was preaching. In the world, only this living Buddha could have such pure Buddhist aura and such tyrannical cultivation.

Li Manman didn't care that most of the bones in his body were broken, and all the strength in his body came out. He raised his hands up, and a huge Dharma body emerged around his body, which was dozens of feet tall. His face was exactly the same as Li Manman's, and he was handsome. With a look of determination on his face, he also raised his hands, trying to hold the huge Buddha palm that was slowly falling.

Jun Mo was not slow to react. A square iron sword pierced the void. A shadow of a huge sword appeared behind Jun Mo. The sword intent soared into the sky and the sword energy roared. The void above Jun Mo's head was pierced by this sword. When it was broken, a dark hole appeared, emitting an extremely terrifying suction force that sucked all the corpses and rocks on the ground into the air. Such a terrifying sword did not require any skills. It only needed to shoot in a straight line towards the golden Buddha's palm. .

Li Manman has transcended the five realms of cultivation and entered the realm of no distance. This is the most mysterious realm in the world. Since ancient times, only great practitioners who have understood the realm of no distance can escape Haotian's gaze and pursuit. , as long as he does not actively seek death, he can live for tens of thousands of years like a drunkard and a butcher.

Although Jun Mo has not yet taken that step, he is still a swordsman at the peak of his destiny. His sword skills are divine and his swordsmanship is exquisite. He can be ranked among the top three swordsmen in the world. His combat power is unparalleled, his sharpness is unparalleled, his arrogance is unparalleled, and he is stubborn. Also unparalleled.

Li Manman and Jun Mo join forces. Even the masters of the temple, Liu Bai and his like, dare not say that they can guarantee victory. They need to be treated with caution. Maybe only the two people in the front yard and back mountain of the academy can win!

That's how two powerful people joined forces, but they seemed so small under the Buddha's palm that covered the sky. The Buddha's palm did not respond at all. It just fell slowly, crushing the Dharma outside Li Manman's body, and rushed straight into it. Yunxiao's giant sword was crushed.

Li's body slowly gushed blood, and when his body went limp, he fell to the ground.

Jun Mo wasn't much better, with blood mist spraying out of his mouth, his hands and feet weak, his face pale, and the iron sword in his hand fell.

I saw the sky-covering Buddha's palm gradually solidifying, turning into a size of one foot in radius, and slapping it on the big black umbrella. Even though it was Haotian's most precious treasure, it was still not as bright and shining as the Buddha's light in the night.

Ning Que looked at this scene, and his heart suddenly calmed down. He lowered his head and looked at the little maid in his arms. She was unattractive and weak. Her arms tightly hugged the little maid's body. It was a blessing for them to die together!

Sang Sang seemed to feel Ning Que's affection, a bright smile appeared on her somewhat pale face, a hint of sweetness flashed in her eyes, her weak arms tightly hugged Ning Que's back, enjoying the last good time. .

"It's great that I can die with you, young master!"

Boom! There was a loud noise, dust flew up between the sky and the earth, and the earth shook. Lanke Temple completely collapsed in the violent shaking and turned into ruins. The sky and the earth were covered in gray.

It is said that when the Buddha was practicing in Washan, he sensed that a place at the foot of the mountain was vaguely connected to the Xuankong Temple, so he ordered his disciples to build Lanke Temple there.

Later, the Buddha realized the supreme method of unobstructed passage through space, so he built a simple stone pagoda there, allowing monks to reach the Pure Land in the far west. Thousands and tens of thousands of years have passed, and the magic power left by the Buddha has long since disappeared, and the stone pagoda has also turned into fly ash. The monks in the temple built a Buddhist temple at the location of the rumored stone pagoda.

The stone pagoda array deep in the foundation of the Buddhist hall of Lankeyhou Temple has been buried for many years. The magic power left by the Buddha has indeed been almost completely lost. However, the monks in the temple have been chanting sutras and worshiping the Buddha for countless years. Under the influence of those Buddha natures , the stone tower actually retained the last ray of mana.

The power from the Buddha's palm was injected into the stone pagoda formation, and there was a lot of movement. However, no one noticed the huge sound of the Buddha's palm falling. The space was slightly distorted, and the figures of Ning Que and Sang Sang disappeared.

After an unknown amount of time, the dust settled, leaving only a mess of ruins and nothing left.

After seven thoughts, Ye Su and others looked slightly startled, with a bit of joy in their eyes. The daughter of Pluto was finally dead, the war could finally end, and the world had finally escaped the fate of destruction.

Jun Mo's eyes were dim, with a trace of extreme murderous intent deep in his eyes. He looked at the far western wasteland with anger and hatred. The lecturer was so brave, he actually dared to kill Ning Que and Sangsang. Wasn't he worried about the teacher's wrath? , will the Hanging Temple be flattened?

In the front yard of the academy, Zhao Wuhao frowned slightly, remembering the misunderstanding between Li Manman and Jun Mo just now, with a thought in his mind, his figure flashed, and he appeared in the Hanging Temple in the wasteland of the far west.

The Hanging Temple is known as an unknowable place and the place where Buddha attained nirvana. The place is filled with the peaceful atmosphere of Buddhism, and there are faint Zen sounds in the void. The temple is lush and green, full of bodhi trees, tall and straight, and there is clear water in the courtyard. Blossoming white lotuses bloom in it, swaying slightly with the clear waves, holy and solemn.

Zhao Wuhao appeared in a quiet room of a Buddhist temple. An old monk was wearing a cassock and sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform. He had a solemn appearance and showed compassion for the world. The Buddha's eyes were slightly lowered and he was murmuring something. It seemed that he was chanting sutras, and there were bursts of Zen sounds, and it seemed like countless ants flew up in the void, entering the endless pure land, breaking away from the mortal world, and not suffering from the suffering of reincarnation.

The old monk is thin, with extremely long eyebrows that rest on both sides of his eyes. There is a bit of bitterness on his face, but his eyes are extremely bright and clear, like a child's, with clear black and white, without a trace of the old man's turbid and dark yellow color, which makes people feel Knowing that this old monk is extraordinary, he must be an enlightened and enlightened monk.

"Mr. Zhao came all the way and couldn't greet me. Please forgive me!"

The eyes of the leader of the lecturer flickered slightly, thinking about the other party's purpose in his heart, but a welcoming look appeared on his face. He quickly stood up from the lotus platform, clasped his hands together, and saluted.

"From today onwards, I ask the leader of the sutra lecturers to practice silent meditation and face the wall for three years without seeing anyone else!"

Zhao Wuhao's expression was indifferent, his eyes full of majesty, and he stared at the lecturer's seat, revealing a domineering attitude that could not be violated.

The leader of the lecturer was startled when he heard the words, his long eyebrows were raised slightly, and he was confused and bitter, but feeling the powerful aura of the other party, he nodded silently and said the last words of his life.

"I will obey Mr. Zhao's decree!"

After the first sermon was finished, he stood up and walked out of the quiet room, walked towards the back mountain, and entered a cave. This was the retreat place of the Buddha, where he realized the principles of heaven and earth and achieved enlightenment.

As the lecturer entered the cave and faced the wall, practicing closed-mouthed meditation, the last flaw in the incident at Lanke Temple was eliminated. Even if Qinian went to Xuankong Temple in the future and asked the lecturer about today's events, he would not get any answers. , enough to cover up the truth for a while.

The poor lecturer, as a living Buddha, took a big blame before he even knew what happened. He was also asked to practice silent meditation and had to face a wall for three years without even giving him a chance to explain. It was really unfair. Unjustly accused.

With a heavy crash, the black carriage landed heavily on the ground. The wheels smashed through a puddle that was about to freeze, then crushed the slightly hard cold ground and continued running towards the cold sun in the distance!

The violent impact jolted Ning Que up in the carriage. His head hit the carriage board hard. The pain woke him up from his daze. He subconsciously looked out the window and saw everything he could see. The place is desolate, the wilderness is dark and silent, with only a few dead trees.

"This is not Lanke Temple. The frost-colored white grass has died long ago, and the thin fish in the puddles must have been frozen. These scenery look familiar to me, but I have never been here before. Where is this place? ?”

"Could this be a wasteland? But one moment ago, the black carriage was still in front of Lankehou Temple. Why did it appear in the wasteland the next moment?"

"You have to know that Lanke Temple is located in the territorial waters of the southeastern border, and the closest distance to the wasteland is more than tens of thousands of miles. What exactly happened, and why are we here?"

Ning Que looked at the wasteland scenery outside the car window and was so shocked that he couldn't speak. Then he woke up and looked eagerly at Sangsang in his arms. He found that although the little girl was very weak, her life was not in any danger. He couldn't help but breathe heavily. Twice, he waved his fist vigorously.

As long as Sangsang is still alive, as long as this is not Lanke Temple, as long as there is no Buddha's light covering the carriage, let alone inexplicably traveling tens of thousands of miles to the wilderness, he doesn't care even if he reaches the underworld.

Ning Que held Sang Sang close to the car window, looked out the window, and thought silently for a moment. Then he suddenly realized that the owner of the Buddha's palm did not want to kill people, but wanted to save people!

I just don’t know who that person is, but he can actually defeat the joint attack of the first senior brother and the second senior brother. His cultivation strength is too terrifying!