Wonderland

Chapter 890
"Where did this boneless relic come from? Monk, you don't have to worry about it. The boneless relic is left over from the failure of a powerful monk in the Nirvana Realm of the Buddhist School to ascend to the catastrophe. It contains the Taoist artistic conception of the catastrophe. As for the other effects, there is no need for Fu to explain, right?" Fu Feiran said with a mysterious smile.

"As a member of the Buddhist sect, I naturally know that this boneless relic will not only allow me to comprehend the catastrophe of ascension in advance, but also improve my cultivation level by at least 500 years after taking it. It is indeed the supreme treasure of my Buddhist sect. "

"The old monk is quite honest."

There was also a surprised expression on the Wandu Demon Lord's face, even the emerald green aura flickering in the black hat of the man in black robe was somewhat surprised.

"Old man Fu, I didn't expect you to get such a treasure. It seems that you must have been to many ancient ruins in the past few hundred years, right?"

"Benefactor Fu, this boneless relic is extremely precious. I don't have anything I can sell as an equal bet." Monk Wuxiang said with a bitter face.

Hearing this, Fu Feiran couldn't help but sneered: "Just now I praised you for being honest, but now I'm playing tricks again. If the old man remembers correctly, Monk, you have a big piece of Heavenly Alchemy in your hand, right?"

"Heaven Alchemy? Wuxiang, you actually have such a rare thing in your hand?"

"Even if it is put into the upper realm, Tiantian Alchemy is very rare. How can it still exist in our realm?"

Wan Poison Demon Lord and the black-robed man also said in surprise.

When Monk Wuxiang heard the words, his face became more and more bitter, and he said with a wry smile: "The news of the benefactor is really well-informed."After speaking, a golden light flashed in his hand, and a golden fist-sized metal appeared in the palm of his hand. This piece of metal looked like gold, but what shone from its surface was not golden light, but a spiritual light condensed by golden runes.

Before Fu Feiran could speak, Monk Wuxiang continued: "The boneless relic is useless to the benefactor, but it is extremely precious to the old monk. I am willing to use this piece of heavenly alchemy in exchange for the boneless relic in the hand of the benefactor. How is the bone relic?"

"How can this work? Aren't we gambling?" Fu Feiran said like a rattle, shaking his head.

"Since the talisman benefactor has a lot of gambling, can I use other things to gamble?" Monk Wuxiang said.

"What?" Fu Feiran also showed an expression of interest.

"If Tianzong, the ancient Buddha of the West Pole, wins this time, the Daqian Dynasty will merge Suizhou into the Buddha Kingdom, and if the Great Emperor Haoran Tianzong wins, the Buddha Kingdom will merge the Yongzhou territory into the Dagan Dynasty. ?”

"Gambling in the land of a state?" Fu Feiran laughed when he heard this.

"Monk, are you so confident?"

At this time, the voice of the man in black came from Fu Feiran's ear: "Brother Fu, if the boneless relic is given to Wuxiang, don't you worry that he will use this to break through the initial bottleneck and enter the middle stage of transformation? In this way, you I may not be able to compete, even if I can win a state this time, it will be taken away sooner or later."

"Brother Zhuo, there is no need to worry. Even if Monk Wuxiang possesses this boneless relic, he will not be able to advance to the middle stage of transformation of gods. The piece of heavenly alchemy is of great use to this old man, and it is something that I must have. But brother Zhuo recently asked Pay more attention to the old demon Wandu, the remnant soul of that demon has been born, I am worried that the old demon will collude with the demon."

"The four of us are not the only cultivators in the Ancient Continent today. Does the old devil really want to arouse public outrage and stand with the demon?"

"It's hard to say. Back then, the holy concubine's avatar descended into the realm and caused a great massacre in the world of cultivating immortals. Now that the demon's remnant soul has been born, the dragon spirit illusion may also be revealed to the world again."

"What? Once the Dragon Spirit Illusion appears, the holy concubine's avatar will inevitably reappear. Will the world be in turmoil and murders will be everywhere?"

"This is exactly what the old man is worried about. You and I have lived for more than a thousand years. Originally, we wanted to find a way to break through peacefully, hoping that one day we could ascend to the upper realm. Alas, now it seems that there is little hope. Now It is still unknown whether the Holy Concubine's clone will be able to survive this calamity again."

After a pause, Fu Feiran continued to say to the man in black: "Now we can only do everything possible to improve our own strength as soon as possible, which is the only way to deal with the disaster."

The man in black heard the words, but didn't answer, obviously acquiescing to Fu Feiran's words.

"I'm not confident. Suizhou was originally an area controlled by my Buddhist kingdom. Didn't the benefactor Fu win it from me 500 years ago? Now I just take the land of my Buddhist kingdom."

"Haha." Hearing this, Fu Feiran laughed loudly: "Old monk, don't lose your wife and lose your army. Suizhou didn't win back, and Yongzhou also lost in the end, but I agreed to your proposal."

Monk Wuxiang and Fu Feiran agreed on a bet, so they didn't say much, and they all looked down.

Xiao Lin is looking at Monk Fa Yuan at this moment, his face is full of dignity.

Although this Fayuan monk is only in the late stage of the Prajna Realm, just like himself, he dare not take it lightly. The Great Brahma Buddha Voice, the supreme secret method of Buddhism, the power of the little spirit art that does not belong to the fairy way at all.

The power is even higher than that of ordinary small spiritual arts.

With a wave of Xiao Lin's sleeve robe, he was the first to strike. The densely packed Qingluan ice swords were like cold stars all over the sky, slashing towards Monk Fa Yuan with endless cold air surging.

The golden light flashed on Monk Fayuan's body. In his palm, he gently held a golden lotus. The golden lotus bloomed slowly in the eyes of everyone. When it fully bloomed, it suddenly emitted golden light that filled the sky. Countless lotus leaves.

The golden lotus leaves met Xiao Lin's Qingluan Ice Sword exactly.

At the same time, a golden flying knife appeared at the position of the lotus heart of the golden lotus. The flying knife floated up slowly, and after a slight sway, it turned into nine mouths, condensing nine golden lights, and shot towards Xiao Lin.

The speed of the flying knife was extremely fast, and it was almost ten feet away from Xiao Lin in the blink of an eye.

But Xiao Lin was clearly prepared, black light appeared around him, nine golden flying knives scattered the black light, and there was no figure of Xiao Lin inside.

Seeing this, Monk Fayuan's face froze, and the golden light flashed on his body, turning into a golden Buddha and wrapping it in it.

"Boom boom~~"

Tens of feet above his head, Xiao Lin's figure appeared, and with a pinch of his hands, thousands of blue horses swept out, shooting towards Monk Fa Yuan from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a series of cracking sounds came, and the golden Buddha figure also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was a look of surprise in Fa Yuan's eyes, but he didn't panic. He stood upright with one hand on his chest, and the sound of obscure scriptures sounded from his mouth, and golden runes emerged from his mouth, spreading out, and soon It was integrated into the golden Buddha.

The phantom of the golden Buddha became much more solid in an instant, and it also stopped the collapsed appearance. Not only that, but the golden runes spread out in all directions, directly contacting Xiao Lin's Taixu Meridian Divine Light collided together.

The golden and green rays of light flew in all directions, and the sound of explosions like cannonballs was heard endlessly. Xiao Lin had retreated a hundred feet away at this moment, pointing to the hundred and eight Qingluan ice swords beside him with one hand.

The one hundred and eight Qingluan ice swords suddenly had a flash of aura, and when the aura dissipated, they had already turned into a black long sword, hanging in the air.

"Fusion magic weapon?"

"One hundred and eight flying swords fused into one magic weapon, what kind of terrifying power will it explode?"

"Unexpectedly, we still underestimated Junior Brother Xiao. His combat power is definitely much stronger than what he has shown."

Monk Fayuan froze for a moment, then frowned slightly
"Cut~"

Xiao Lin's icy voice resounded, and the ink-colored Qingluan Sword directly turned into a streak of hundreds of meters of black light, and slashed towards the golden Buddha in the air.

The golden Buddha suddenly raised his head, and slowly propped up a pair of golden arms, which actually crossed over him, and at this time the sword light had already struck.

"Boom~"

There was a loud bang and a flash of inspiration, the pair of golden arms were cut apart in an instant, making a series of explosion sounds, and although the black sword light was much smaller, it still cut downwards.

It was directly chopped on the forehead of the golden Buddha.

"Amitabha." A high-pitched Buddha's name came, and Monk Fayuan stood up abruptly, pinched the magic formula with both hands, and golden lights emerged from his body. Behind him and on both sides, a pair of Arms condensed by golden light, a total of six arms are propped up at the same time.

"Bang~"

There was a huge earthquake, and the entire arena was shaking non-stop. The black sword light slashed on the six palms of Monk Fayuan, and immediately burst open, forming circles of black sword energy, spreading out, and directly slashing at the arena over the mask.

The mask suddenly trembled violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.

After resisting the blow of Xiao Lin's Fusion Qingluan Ice Sword, Monk Fa Yuan's face also turned pale, but he didn't stop. Six golden arms pinched the formula at the same time, and the high-pitched Sanskrit sound began to sound.

Endless runes emanated from Monk Fayuan's body. These runes were formed by the condensed sound of the Great Brahma Buddha, rushing towards Xiao Lin from all directions.

As soon as the sound of Dafan came to his ears, Xiao Lin immediately felt a sense of relief, but this feeling did not last for a while, when suddenly a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood appeared in front of him, countless immortal cultivators were fighting, blood sprayed, and heads fell off. Falling, even countless people directly blew themselves up to death, leaving no bones left.

Streams of jet-black smoke began to pour out from Xiao Lin's body, gradually enveloping him. The smoke was astonishingly black like ink.

"Since the benefactor embarked on the immortal journey, he has committed a lot of crimes. There is no hope for this life, so let's end it on our own and rebuild the next life?" A soft voice sounded in Xiao Lin's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao Lin looked at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood in front of him, and the faces of the people who died by his hands in the past also came to his mind one by one.

This made Xiao Lin suddenly feel disheartened.

"What is the purpose of cultivating immortals? Is it just to continue to create evil? These people died because of me, and many people even died physically and spiritually"

Immediately afterwards, a trace of struggle appeared on Xiao Lin's face.

"No, since I embarked on the journey of immortality, I have never killed innocent people indiscriminately. These people died at my hands because of evil thoughts first. They deserved what they deserved. Could it be that becoming an immortal means not committing crimes? No, immortals It is adhering to the way of heaven, the so-called killing to stop evil, if I die in your hands, then the Buddha's saying not to kill is not a vain?"

A clear stream suddenly flowed in Xiao Lin's Sea of ​​Consciousness, and the scriptures and culture of the Mandating Heaven Sutra were a trickle, wandering in the space of Xiao Lin's Sea of ​​Consciousness, causing the illusion in front of him to disappear suddenly.

After returning to his original self, Xiao Lin couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. He was actually bewitched by the Buddha's voice, and almost couldn't extricate himself.

However, compared to the heart demon, it was still a little worse. When Xiao Lin opened his eyes, nine golden throwing knives had already arrived in front of him.

With a wave of Xiao Lin's sleeve robe, the nine purple thunder star shields were superimposed and blocked in front of him.

"Ding Ding Ding ~"

The nine golden flying knives were all blown away, and Xiao Lin looked at Monk Fa Yuan with a bit of coldness. The Tianzong, the ancient Buddha of the West, did not lose to the immortal way of killing, but he always flaunted the idea of ​​helping the world. Crossing people is actually just to collect the power of faith and improve one's own cultivation.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lin stretched out one hand, and the Qingluan Ice Sword fused into one directly shot down his palm, and Xiao Lin disappeared without a trace with a slight sway of his body.

Monk Fayuan's eyelids twitched when he saw this, and he was very surprised. Under the confusing words of his Dafan Buddha's voice, this person returned to sobriety in such a short time, which was really beyond his expectation.

The firmness of this person's mind is like a rock.

Seeing Xiao Lin's figure disappear, Monk Fa Yuan condensed his six-armed Dharma body again, trying to block Xiao Lin's attack.

A few feet above the sky, the black long sword appeared in a flash, and directly turned into a shocking sword light, and fell towards the head of Monk Fa Yuan.

Monk Fayuan had no disturbances in his heart. This fused magic weapon of the immortal way was astonishingly powerful, but trying to break his six-armed Dharma body was nothing more than a dream. A faint golden mask stretched open above his head.

Just after doing all this, the ink-colored sword light slashed down.

As soon as Monk Fayuan came into contact with the ink-colored sword light, he felt a sharp pain from the sea of ​​consciousness, and his consciousness immediately became blurred.

This shock is no small matter, he has practiced for hundreds of years and naturally knows that this is a spiritual attack that can only be controlled by a Buddhist cultivator at the peak of Prajna. A technique of double attack.

Monk Fa Yuan was startled, but he didn't lose his footing. He hurriedly drove his spiritual sense to fight back.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest, dense cracks appeared in the five internal organs instantly, and even the meridians were penetrated by this huge force.

"Pfft~~"

Monk Fayuan spit out a mouthful of blood, his body also flew up into the air, and slammed into the mask of the arena hard.

"Physical repair?"

"Body refiner?"

"Junior brother Xiao turned out to be a double-cultivator of Dharma and Body?"

Everyone below clearly saw the scene just now. When Monk Fa Yuan was struggling to resist the blow of the black long sword, Xiao Lin's figure suddenly appeared beside Monk Fa Yuan, less than three feet away.

A golden halo shone all over his body, and fine golden scales appeared on his exposed skin, and he punched Monk Fa Yuan's chest.

The golden light on Monk Fayuan's chest became brighter and brighter, but it couldn't resist Xiao Lin's fist, it was directly scattered by him, and he punched Fayuan's chest.

(End of this chapter)