I have a role in the heavens

Pop, pop, pop, the black umbrella sword and the eighteen god-given long knives collided continuously in the air, making crisp or dull sounds, followed by extremely complicated sounds, including the sound of metal breaking, and sharp sounds. There was the scream of things breaking through the air, the tearing sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood, and the muffled sound of enduring the pain. The four god-given long knives were broken from the middle, and there were bloody mouths on the chest and abdomen of the three Xiling Divine Guards, and they retreated in confusion.

Ning Que's hand holding the black umbrella was slightly cracked, and there were two long wounds on his left leg. The god-given long knife attached to the talisman was extremely sharp, and even though his body was extremely strong, he could not completely block it.

The sharp tip of the broken god-given sword flew towards the streets outside the small courtyard. A newly arrived ascetic from the Hanging Temple was shot into the shoulder by a piece of the broken knife, and fell to the ground with a pale face. .

There was also a broken knife shot at the Seven Masters. He stretched out two fingers, like picking fallen flowers in the air, calmly picked up the broken knife, and then walked towards Ning Que. The monk's robes on his body were already torn and stained with blood. He looked extremely miserable, but his expression was very calm.

What is shocking is that the two deep stab wounds on Master Seven's back and groin are no longer bleeding. Although there are still wounds on the skin, the muscles on both sides of the wounds are squeezed together and twisted slowly. It seems to be healing. Except for the slightly pale complexion, there are no traces of injury at all!

When the Seven Masters walked towards Ning Que, more than a hundred archers from the Moon Wheel Kingdom army also entered the streets, and the sound of bow strings being tightened could be clearly heard.

Ning Que's eyes narrowed. After practicing Haoran Qi, he was not afraid of ordinary arrows at all, not to mention that he still held a big black umbrella in his hand, but he was worried about what was behind him.

More than a dozen Xiling Divine Guards gathered in formation again, and the archers around the streets gradually entered their respective shooting positions. The atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense.

Ning Que took three steps back and stood in front of the remaining half-broken wall. After breaking out of the wall, he had been fighting at high speed. In people's eyes, he was just a black figure in black robes. It was not until this time that he stood in front of the broken wall, absolutely still, that people could see him. See clearly his current situation.

Ning Que was carrying a thin little girl on his back. Ropes were tightly tied around his and Sangsang's waists and thighs, tying their bodies tightly together. No matter how they ran, they would never be separated. And such an absolutely tight binding can ensure that it will not affect his reaction and speed during battle.

The Seven Masters and the Xiling Divine Guards, as well as the ascetic monks and the shooters from the Yuelun Kingdom in the distance, looked at this scene and couldn't help but have extremely complicated feelings. Some people sighed and sighed, and some felt great fear. Some people were shocked and speechless.

Ning Que held a big black umbrella in his left hand and a simple knife in his right hand. He looked at the middle-aged monk and the Xiling Divine Guard in front of him, calmly and silently. Sang Sang was carrying a black iron bow on his back and a luggage tied to his waist, leaning against him. On their shoulders, their expressions were also very calm. Although they were heavily surrounded, no unnecessary emotions could be seen on their faces.

There was silence on the field, and the calmness of Ning Que and Sang Sang represented strength and terror.

Whether it was the Seven Masters or the Xiling Divine Guards, they subconsciously stopped when they looked at the two people in front of them, and no one dared to fire arrows.

Suddenly, without any warning, the sharp and dull dull sword turned into a gray thunder, crashing through the air and slashing towards the throat of the seven masters!

Seven fingers spread out in the air to catch the blade that seemed to be faster than lightning. The seven masters were ready to catch this blade even if Ning Que's blade cut into his chest.

However, no one expected that the power of Ning Que's sword suddenly changed, and it actually disappeared like running water in front of the seven masters, then retracted it, then suddenly turned into a hammer, and hit the ground heavily!

Relying on the force of the shock coming from the blade, Ning Que bent his knees slightly, his body slumped, and he rose into the air. He jumped onto the broken wall with Sangsang on his back, tapped half a broken brick with his toes, and walked towards the numerous houses. Get away!

When the confrontation over the broken wall began, Ning Que's plan was to escape. The momentum and atmosphere of death he created were all fake, and they were all to prepare for escape!

Looking at the figure that flew up to the broken wall, Master Qimei gave a deep shout and stretched his right arm forward. His body seemed to have suddenly grown longer, especially his arm, and he slapped Ning Que hard on the back!

Sang Sang was carried on Ning Que's back, and the direction of the wind was her body. The big black umbrella came into Sang Sang's hands at some point and unfolded to cover her back. There is a talisman stuck in the cracks of the bricks in the broken wall, quietly acting as a line of smoke.

The Seven Masters struck out with a palm, and the energy of heaven and earth around the small courtyard suddenly condensed, and fell with the palm, as powerful as a mountain. However, when they were still some distance away from the black umbrella, the energy of heaven and earth collapsed instantly!

Countless extremely thin invisible lines appeared in front of the broken wall. Those lines were so sharp that they seemed to be able to cut through everything in the world. They were exactly the tic characters that Ning Que learned from Master Yan Se!

A Xiling divine guard jumped into the air and slashed at Sang Sang's legs exposed outside the umbrella from the side. The god-given sword in his hand suddenly sounded a series of cracking sounds, and the shining runes on the sword surface, It seemed as if he had encountered something terrifying, the darkness disappeared in fear, and the blade suddenly broke into three pieces!

The rest of the Xiling Divine Guards, who were chasing Ning Que, alertly noticed the sharp cutting intentions in the air in front of them, forced themselves to stumble, reluctantly stopped their forward momentum, and rolled around in embarrassment.

The Seven Masters also discovered the sharp talisman, and instantly thought it was a hash mark, but did not retreat. Instead, they continued to move towards the broken wall with a determined look on their faces.

Countless chissing sounds were heard, and at least twenty lines of blood instantly appeared on the bodies and cheeks of the seven masters. The torn monk's robes were cut into hundreds of square pieces and flew away.

The Seven Masters had already become a Buddha in the flesh. The hash mark might cause him serious injury, but he would not die on the spot, so he went through without hesitation.

With the determination of martyrdom and the compassion of sacrificing his life to save the common people, Master Qimei rushed towards the stern talisman in front of the broken wall. In an instant, the blood dripped again, and his feet stepped on the broken wall!

At this time, Ning Que had carried Sangsang on his back to the roof more than ten feet away, and was jumping into the distance. When he jumped into the air, he suddenly turned around, holding the iron bow with both hands, and the iron arrow was already on the string!

The seven masters' expressions changed suddenly, and they turned down from the broken wall. There was a soft buzzing sound, and the sound of strings rang around the small courtyard, and the iron arrow that killed gods and Buddhas had already reached the broken wall before the sound of strings. The wall brushed past the ears of the seven masters!

The earlobes of the seven masters shattered into bright red flesh and blood powder and were thrown into the air. The iron arrows continued to cast out, blasting out two terrifying arrow holes between the chests and abdomens of the two Xiling Divine Guards, and then shot deeply into the ground, leaving only a dark arrow hole. The two Xiling Divine Guards did not Make any noise and drop dead.

Master Qimei looked at the figure that was quickly passing through the eaves in the distance. He knew that he could never catch up with him, and his face covered with blood showed an extremely complicated expression.

Yuelun Kingdom is a Buddhist kingdom. There are sayings that there are three hundred temples in the mist and rain, and there are also sayings that there are seventy-two temples in the mist. But no matter which one is said, the Baita Temple located in Chaoyang City will always be the first temple in the Buddhist kingdom.

This temple has a very long history, only a little later than Lanke Temple in Washan, but like Lanke Temple, it is the gate of Xuankong Temple in the world. It is unknown how many eminent monks and virtues have appeared over the years.

The White Pagoda also has a very high status in the world of spiritual practice. It is said that the abbot of the White Pagoda Temple is also a highly enlightened monk, possessing a level of strength similar to that of knowing destiny. The most famous thing about this Buddhist temple is of course the White Pagoda. Just like the legend of Washan Chess Game first came to Lanke Temple and then Lanke Temple, here too the White Pagoda came first and then the Buddhist temple.

Looking at the white pagoda in the lake, Ning Que suddenly felt a little uneasy. He took Sang Sang to the White Pagoda Temple three times, and he came secretly a few times, but he never got close to the white pagoda. But the place he planned to go was beneath this white tower.

There is a small lake behind the White Pagoda Temple. There is a small island in the lake, and the White Pagoda is on the island. There is also a very inconspicuous monastery on the island in the center of the lake. The island is connected to the lakeside by a narrow bridge. It is late winter and early spring, and the lake is not frozen. A few broken branches are stretched out on the narrow bridge, looking at Quite a bit of natural beauty.

Quack, the unpleasant cry of the black crow came from the air. Ning Que ducked out from behind an ancient clock with Sang Sang on his back, ran up the narrow bridge along the lake shore, and rushed towards the island in the middle of the lake on the other side of the bridge.

More than a dozen monks walked out of the Zen room, pointing at the black crows flying in the air and talking in shock. Then they saw Ning Que's figure on the bridge, and they couldn't help shouting in shock.

In the White Pagoda Temple, countless dense footsteps suddenly sounded. Listening to the shouts of these monks, an unknown number of people were shouting and cursing, and chased towards the lakeside of the temple.

Ning Que knew that the monks in the temple had been alerted and his whereabouts had been discovered, so he continued to run faster on the narrow bridge, breaking the dry lotus branches with his feet, and he didn't know when his right hand had grasped the handle of the knife.

After running across the narrow bridge, as soon as he came out of the bridge, his hand holding the handle of the knife tightened slightly. The plain knife came out of its sheath and slashed forward with a cold light. Only two bangs were heard, and the two iron staffs were knocked into the air. .

Two ascetic monks from the White Pagoda Temple heard the shouts and hid at the end of the bridge, intending to attack Ning Que. However, they did not expect that Ning Que knew their location long ago and took action first.

Two extremely deep cuts appeared on the bodies of the two ascetics, stretching from their faces to their waists. Blood spurted out wildly. They looked extremely miserable, and they immediately fell to the ground and died.

Ning Que didn't even look at the two ascetic monks, and without any pause in his movements, he continued to run forward with his sword in hand, broke through the wooden door, and broke into the quiet and simple nunnery on the island in the middle of the lake.

Countless people gathered around the White Pagoda Temple, including monks, divine guards, ordinary people, and practitioners. The sea of ​​people blocked Ning Que and Sangsang, the daughter of Hades, in this temple, making it difficult for them to fly.

A carriage drove slowly into the White Pagoda Temple and came to the back of the sea of ​​people. The sixteen horses pulling the carriage were so tired that they were foaming at the white and were about to die from exhaustion.

An old monk wearing a hat and holding a tin staff stepped out of the carriage. When his right foot landed on the ground, the carriage made of fine steel bounced half a foot off the ground.

The old monk held a tin staff and, accompanied by dozens of ascetic monks, walked slowly towards the white pagoda of the back temple. There were people everywhere in the White Pagoda Temple. People looked at this scene curiously, saluted extremely politely, and guessed the identity of the old monk. Gradually, the identity of the old monk spread among the crowd.

Yuelun Kingdom is a Buddhist country, and the people in Chaoyang City are all Buddhist believers. Suddenly they learned that the first Buddha to preach in Xuankong Temple had come to the world. They were so shocked that they could not speak. They all got out of the way and knelt on both sides, ecstatically excited. He kowtowed and showed great piety. After a while, the ground was covered with blood stains.

Wherever the old monk walked slowly, the sea of ​​​​people gradually parted like waves, revealing the sandy surface of the seabed. The wind came from the lake, and the cassock on the old monk's body danced lightly in the wind, as if he was walking in the middle of the sea.

On the other side of the sea of ​​​​people, Ning Que killed people with a knife and cut a bloody path through the sea of ​​​​people. Two roads with completely different meanings stretched out and finally met at the moment.

The two roads finally met, and the sea of ​​​​people was divided into two sides. The middle was connected and they could see each other without hindrance. The old monk saw the young man covered in blood, saw the daughter of Hades on his back, and saw him holding his bow.

Ning Que looked at the old monk in his fluttering cassock and saw the tin staff in his hand. The old monk looked at him and smiled slightly, then slowly lowered his tin staff.

Ning Que loosened his fingers slightly, and the bowstring bounced back from his fingers. With a buzzing sound, the bowstring vibrated, and a white turbulence burst out from the tail of the iron arrow, and then suddenly disappeared. The next moment, the iron arrow came dozens of feet away and came to the old monk!

Ning Que didn't say a word, didn't change his expression at all, didn't ask who the other party was, what was the purpose of coming here, didn't plead for mercy, didn't yell in anger, no matter who you are, I'll shoot you first.

No one among the tens of thousands of people in the White Pagoda Temple, the ascetics from the Xuankong Temple, the people from the Xiling Temple in the distance, and the officials of the Yuelun Kingdom could have imagined that the battle would start so suddenly.

Unexpectedly, the leader of the lecturer did not make any reaction, and allowed the iron arrow that could kill a great cultivator in the realm of knowing fate to hit his heart.

The sharp arrow cluster failed to enter the old monk's body. The iron arrow seemed to have hit a steel plate, and then the hard arrow body suddenly bent!

There was a dull crashing sound, strong winds splashed around, and the cassock on the head of the lecturer danced with the wind. The iron arrow shot into his chest fell down like a straw intended to pierce the ice, and fell on his chest. In front of his feet, there was a crisp sound.

The wind fell, and the cassock on the head of the sermon no longer fluttered. A piece of cloth fell from the old monk's chest, like a dead leaf falling. This is all the damage that Yuan Shisan's arrow can cause.

The Yuan Thirteen Arrows were extremely powerful, capable of breaking through mountains and rocks. Even if they hit a real steel plate, they could easily pierce it, but they could not penetrate the old monk's body. Looking at this incredible scene, Ning Que held his hand. The left hand holding the iron bow trembled slightly.

"Xuankong Temple is an unknowable place, and the first person to give lectures is the Buddha of this world. I never thought that you would actually step into the world of mortals."

Ning Que was silent for a long time and guessed the identity of the old monk. He was the leader of the lecture hall in Xuankong Temple and the most powerful person in the Buddhist sect. His status in the world of practice was similar to that of the master of Zhishou Temple and the master of the academy. Such a person personally It's not like he can handle it.

"The daughter of Hades has appeared in the world, so how can I not come? But you, why haven't you left yet?"

The leader of the lecture looked at Sangsang, who was carrying Ning Que on his back. This was not the first time he had faced the daughter of Pluto. Back then, outside Chang'an City, if Zhao Wuhao hadn't stopped him, he would have killed her long ago. A daughter of Pluto was killed, why has it been delayed until now.

Thinking of Zhao Wuhao, the leader of the lecturer's heart sank slightly. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he violated his will and broke out this time. But he couldn't care less for the sake of all living beings in the world. Even if the Xuankong Temple was turned into ruins and history, it would not stop him from saving all living beings and the mortal world.

"Why should I leave?"

Although Ning Que knew that he was not his opponent for the first lecture, he still shook his head firmly. The worst possible outcome would be to die together, so what did he have to fear? !

“Innocent people in the world, why do they suffer so much?”

"It's fruitless, why are you so stubborn?"

The lecturer looked at the corpses on the ground around Ning Que. The blood had stained the pure place of Baita Temple red. The dirt and blood on the ground looked like a hell on earth.

Ning Que knew that it was useless to talk too much. Facing the first lecturer, he had no fear, but only a little regret, because he was afraid that he would not be able to escape.

The awe-inspiring energy in Ning Que's body spurted out, and his right foot stepped out of a stone pit on the hard ground. Rocks flew and his body turned into an afterimage. He instantly rushed to the front of the leader, holding a simple knife high in both hands, holding an extremely blazing sword. The divine brilliance of Haotian slashed towards the head of the leader, as if it was going to incinerate all the dark clouds in the sky above!

The hard and heavy simple knife struck hard on the hat on the head of the leader, making a loud buzzing sound, as if it had struck an ancient bell, and the melodious bell echoed! The hat instantly shattered into dust and sprayed everywhere. The bald head with scars on the head of the sermon could be faintly seen. However, the head of the lecturer's expression did not change at all, and even his silver-white eyebrows did not tremble at all.

Ning Que's hands holding the handle of the knife trembled again, but his movements did not stop at all. He shouted loudly, and the Pu knife fell again with Haotian's divine glory. As soon as it fell, it was like a storm, and in an instant, it hit the head of the lecturer. Seventeen cuts were made, and each cut landed in a different position, but they were all so fierce and tough!

The first sword that burned the sky and broke through the mountain was the most powerful sword Ning Que had ever used in his life. It was many times more powerful than the sword that slashed Liu Yiqing blind at the side gate of the academy. At this time, he slashed seventeen times with lightning, which was the most exquisite sword technique he could display.

However, no matter whether it is the most powerful sword or the most exquisite sword technique, it has lost any meaning on this silent and calm-looking sermon leader. He can't even cut off his eyebrows, so how can he hurt anyone? ?

When the sword's power was exhausted, the hat worn by the lecturer was still spraying around, and the cassock on his body was cut into countless pieces by the blade, but it had not had time to fall down.

Like a ghost, Ning Que retreated dozens of feet and returned to his previous position again, his face pale.

The gentle breeze blew from the lake, and the cassock on the head of the sermon slowly floated up, flying away like a butterfly, revealing his naked body. Then a disciple put on new clothes for him.

Ning Que could see clearly, not to mention any stab wounds, not even a single trace could be found on the old body of the lecturer. He couldn't help but feel cold both physically and mentally, remembering a sentence recorded in the old library of the academy.

"Buddhist sects have thousands of dharma, and we should never leave the sect. What we practice is to meditate and enter the Buddha. Our body and mind are both Buddhas. We are indestructible as a diamond and as immovable as a mountain!"