high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 161 The Six Gods of the Buddhist School - Tianyantong

His voice resounded throughout the inner palace, with the breath of blood and fire, like two pieces of hard pig iron hitting each other.

Qingli Jun was silent and did not say a word.

"Why?" After a long time, he asked lightly.

"Just because Lord Long is a demon, and those who hold power in the world have always been human!"

"It's kind of interesting." Qingli Jun smiled coldly, and he jokingly looked at the group of people under the steps: "Aren't you also human?"

Under his gaze, the Xuanhu mask and the people in golden armor trembled for a while. Under the gaze of that gaze, the heavy pressure almost made them fall to the ground.

"A few days ago, you sneaked in with the Great Teleportation Talisman, and dared to mess with my palace protection circle, affecting the restriction."

Qingli Jun's tone was not the slightest ups and downs:

"Your nonsense almost caused the Tongjiang River to break free, and made Lao Tzu's years of hard work almost in vain."

His voice was full of killing intent, and there were icy flakes in the air. The temperature in the palace dropped sharply, the cold air was strong, and the wind was chaotic.

Xuanhu's mask is okay, although his knees are trembling, he can't help but half-kneel down.

But some of the companions behind him couldn't resist such power.

Brilliant ice flowers burst out from their chests and abdomens, and the blood quickly solidified, making the newly formed ice edges also have a faint crimson color.

"I'm talking nonsense to you with Yan Yuese. It took me so long to finally suppress the water veins."

Qingli Jun's voice came indifferently:

"Do you really think that you don't have to die?"

A few days ago, these outsiders used the Great Teleportation Talisman to quietly teleport to the outskirts of Qingli Palace.

They also used unknown ancient treasures to shake a corner of the magic circle that has been circulating in Qingli Palace for thousands of years.

The Tongjiang water vein, which was originally suppressed by the magic circle, took the opportunity to break free from the restraint and began to riot.

Lord Qingli hasn't shown up in the past few days, but after capturing everyone in the Xuanhu mask, he spent a lot of time, together with a group of veterans of the Dragon Palace, once again calmed down the restless water veins.

The actions of Xuanhu Mask and others almost ruined his years of hard work.

Rao, who has always boasted that he has a profound skill in nourishing qi, is also furious.

"I'm……"

Half of Xuanhu's mask has been cracked, and there are bloodstains on the white face, but before it falls off, it has solidified into ice beads.

"I am... Bei Wei San... the prince!"

"It's none of my business!"

The man with the bamboo crown spat, with a disdainful expression on his face:

"If you have the ability, let the people from Beiwei go over Dazheng and beat me! No way? No way, just shut up!"

Behind the Xuanhu mask, the burly man in golden armor let out a muffled grunt, and his left arm was shattered.

Hearing his companion's cries of pain, the third prince of Beiwei's eyes were tearing apart.

A group of them, under the order of the Lord of Beiwei, traveled thousands of miles to Tongjiang to discuss important matters with Lord Qingli.

Unexpectedly, the twists and turns continued, and he was captured by Lord Qingli first, regardless of it.

But today, when Lord Qingli actually summoned them, but just disagreed with each other, the monster dragon rushed to kill them.

Just now he was still amiable, but now he is suddenly attacking. Is this monster dragon crazy?

Obviously, even if they were captured, Qingli Palace would always treat each other as guests.

In such a situation, it is inevitable that the third prince of Beiwei and the others will be in high spirits.

There were continuous cries of pain behind him, and the third prince of Beiwei was in a trance in desolation, and the ice light like glass also covered his body.

"First of all, I ruined my big business, and then wanted to use me as a weapon,"

Qingli Jun shrugged:

"Are you thinking I'm stupid?"

"I..." The third prince of Beiwei struggled to speak: "Mr. Long, I haven't finished my words..."

"Not finished? Then there is no need to say it forever."

Qingli Jun said lightly:

"Kill all the people in the palace? Do you know who are standing behind them?

Dynasty, aristocratic family, and holy land, if these three mountains are all on top of me, even if I have nine lives, it will not be enough to die. "

For so many years, Lord Qingli, who has lived from Qi to the present, is revered as the most ancient immortal.

Even among demons becoming enlightened, it is the most rare existence.

Whether it's the battle of Yi Ding, or the chaos in the Holy Land, the family fighting each other, what kind of troubled times, he has personally experienced them one by one.

To be able to live till now, there is only one word - stable!

The only mistake in his life was when the aristocratic family and the Holy Land went their separate ways, instigating the other three demon immortals to set off an act of demon chaos on the land.

But that demonic chaos, which was sure to be sure, was dismantled by the master who had lived away from the world for many years.

Since then, Xuan Wenjun has also achieved the upper three realms, becoming a saint in the world.

Lord Qingli, who saw the current situation clearly, put away all kinds of thoughts, restrained his wings, and even opened the gate of the palace to marry a dragon girl outside, and made a pact with the human race outside Tongjiang. .

Even though I occasionally got the Shinto talisman from the purple mist, I know the ancient Shinto practice method.

But if he wanted to make trouble now, Lord Qingli would naturally be absolutely unwilling.

Chaos, more chaos.

With the great Zen Master Miaoyan promulgating the world, and Beiwei Guang taking over the world's demons, the national war in the troubled times is about to break out.

Wait until the divine way is accomplished, and wait until they are almost dead.

At that time, it was the time when the Tongjiang Shui Clan really showed their faces.

"I'm still a little flustered."

Looking at the third prince of Beiwei and others who were struggling below, the man in the bamboo crown and green robe shrugged:

"If I didn't dare to kill you before I got the Shinto Talisman, you don't need to die..."

"Pity."

A stern look flashed in his eyes:

"You have the ability to break through the formation and see through my water veins. If so, no matter how much I can bear it, I will have to send you back to the west."

The third prince of Beiwei struggled to raise his head, half of his body had been turned into an ice sculpture, and the teasing in the eyes of the monster dragon was not concealed at all.

"I treat you as guests, just want to let you die happily at the last moment."

"What?" Qingli Jun laughed softly: "Third Prince, do you think that I will let the uninvited guest go?"

He turned around lazily, about to end the farce.

Suddenly, the dying Third Prince stretched out his hand tremblingly, and crushed a jade talisman.

The man who returned to the dragon bed looked calm, showing no intention of stopping.

After the jade talisman was crushed, the light and shadow changed for a while, and the golden-robed old monk clasped his hands together, with a withered treasure tree on his head, and his face was solemn.

He didn't seem to be anywhere, but he seemed to be everywhere. The golden flowers all over the sky suddenly bloomed and were planted in the Bei Palace, exaggerating the Deep Water Mansion into the Western Heaven Buddha Kingdom.

In the eyes of the golden-robed old monk, there is the birth and death of all things, like the terrifying scene of the great decay of the universe, and the evolution of the galaxy, like the first judgment of the primordial, the beginning of yin and yang.

After the old monk appeared, there was a low voice of Buddha singing.

Although the voice was soft, it was like the Milky Way bursting its embankment, rolling towards thousands of human worlds.

Lord Qingli's expression changed, he moved his fingers, but he looked into the eyes of the golden robed old monk, but he didn't stop it.

The third prince of Beiwei and others who were dying were distorted, and in an instant, they were teleported out of the Tongjiang River by the old monk.

"Lord Long is so merciful and merciful, I am the lord of the country, thank you Lord Long for not killing me."

The golden-robed old monk smiled slightly, with a serene expression:

"As for disturbing the water veins of the Tongjiang River, the old monk is solely responsible for this matter. It was the old monk who tried to test the depth of the Dragon Lord's divine way. It has nothing to do with the third prince."

"you saw it?"

After a long time, after the golden-robed old monk appeared, Lord Qingli, who suddenly fell silent, said in a harsh voice:

"When did you actually cultivate Celestial Eye?"

The person who came was the abbot of Beiwei Landa Temple, the monk Cizai.

"About, it was when the cultivation base of Shenzu was lean, and it was rumored that he was going to break through the upper three realms."

The golden-robed old monk smiled slightly, and there was an extremely bright, pure, and flawless round light in his eyes, as if it wanted to illuminate three thousand worlds and save all sentient beings.

The Six Gods of Buddhism - Tianyantong.

After Shenzutong was cultivated by Guanghui, Tianyantong, one of the six magical transformations of Buddhism, finally reappeared in the world.

"The old monk is also curious about the ancient gods, so he was impudent and rude for a while, so I asked Dragon Lord to take care of him."

The golden-robed old monk bowed and bowed solemnly.

Lord Qingli's hands trembled slightly, he just wanted to beat this incarnation of the old monk to ashes.

He just hesitated again and again, but he still didn't make a move after all.

"Later, Beiwei will present a great gift." The golden robed old monk seemed to see through Lord Qingli's thoughts, and bowed again: "Lord Dragon, I hope that the fury of the thunder will be extinguished."

Call ~

After a long time, Lord Qingli sighed and asked:

"Okay, what do you want to do?"

"Yi Ding."

"What do you mean?" Qingli Jun frowned.

"The chaos of the Three Kingdoms that has lasted for thousands of years." The golden-robed old monk said calmly, "It's time to end."

(End of this chapter)