Intercept the second disciple

Chapter 298 Not Weaker Than Saint
West Kunlun.

Lu Ya's residence is often hidden in the clouds and fog, the fog is thick and the road is dangerous. Not to mention ordinary people, it is impossible for ordinary cultivators to come here.

But on this day, an old man came outside the valley. The old man was bald and wearing a cassock, and he was the incarnation of the guide.

After Jieyin came here, he stretched out his hand and pointed, and a few swimming fish jumped out of the creek in front of him, and the swimming fish immediately activated their intelligence and turned into a human form, changing from a fish to a demon, with just one finger.

There are also demons running out of the mountains and forests. All the demons are dressed in cassocks and read scriptures.

"Yao can cultivate Buddha, and Buddha can overcome demons. I, Xixi, and your monster clan are actually quite destined." Jieyin's voice was very low, but Jieyin knew that Lu Ya would definitely hear it.

Sure enough, after a while, Lu Ya walked out of the mountain guard formation, and Lu Ya said, "I don't know if the saint is here, he is far away, and I hope to forgive him."

"It's just that I don't agree with the words of the saint. Monsters eat blood, monsters seek freedom, green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, severing love and absolute love are really not what we and other monster clans want."

"And I really don't have any treasures in West Kunlun. If the saint has nothing important to do, please go back to the west."

Jieyin is not angry, Jieyin looks at the battlefield, the fluctuation of spiritual power on the battlefield can make the saint's heart palpitate.

What a masterpiece!
Jie Yin said: "Your monster clan was once the overlord of heaven and earth, but you ask yourself, can your monster clan participate in such a big battle again? If you want to reproduce the glory of the monster clan, a great battle is indispensable, but you are full of pressure and pressure. How many catties are there?"

"My monster clan is scattered on the prehistoric land, and the monster clan gathers together, and it is still the prehistoric one. Besides, the saints don't worry about my monster clan." Lu Ya said.

Jie Yin smiled and said: "There are so many monster clans, how many monster clans still recognize you as a prince, all the glory in the world depends not on blood but on strength, if you have the cultivation base of the quasi-sage peak, order the group of monsters, Who dares not to follow?"

"I have wonderful methods in the west. If you come to the west, I will teach you the Dao of a sage. The three thousand books of the Dao have something in common, and you can go a step further."

After thinking for a while, Lu Ya still shook his head and said, "Monsters and Buddhas have nothing to do with each other, and I shouldn't have any predestined relationship with you, West."

Jie Yin said: "Put down the butcher knife and you can become a Buddha, a demon can become a Buddha, and a demon can naturally."

"If you are a Buddha, your words are the Buddhist scriptures. You don't need to change your demon nature. At that time, the demon will be a Buddha."

"The heavens used to be so powerful, but they fell in an instant. Now if your monster clan wants to prosper, you must rely on external forces, but the human religion does not accept disciples, and the most important thing is qualifications. The monster clan must not be able to get into the eyes of Chanjiao. There are no classes, but Xu Siyuan once entered the human race and extinguished the flame you passed down, so you and him have actually become enemies."

"You monster clan doesn't have many choices. My west is wide open. Come to my west and feel at ease,"

Lu Ya finally became a little tempted: "I am the Prince of Jinwu, so it is not appropriate to be titled Western Buddha by you."

"Then how about making him a Zen master?" Jieyin asked with a smile.

Lu Ya looked up at the sky, the sun was still there, but the Golden Crow disappeared.

It's just that these lost things will be regained one day, including the Great Sun and the Emperor of Heaven.

So what a trip to the West.

Lu Ya opened his mouth and said, "Let's call him Zen Master Wuchao."

Zen Master Wuchao means the Zen master who came out of the Golden Crow's lair, but the former lair of the Golden Crow was the collapsed Heavenly Palace of the Yaozu.

When the Golden Crow returns to its nest, it is time to rebuild the Heavenly Palace.

Jieyin is well aware of this, but Jieyin doesn't reveal it.

Jieyin just said: "I'm waiting for the Zen master in the west." Jieyin walked towards the heaven again, now that he has no intention of explaining the two teachings, it's a good time for him to lay out the western teaching.

One day, his Western religion will flourish in the East.

When that day comes, Buddhist temples will be erected in the east, and common people will worship Buddha.

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Xu Siyuan swung his sword in the void, but Xu Siyuan's sword made Hong Huang look sideways.

The sword disperses the clouds for thousands of miles, and the sword presses all things in the void.

A sword is handed out, but it is also a thousand swords. The long sword passes by, the sword's meaning is endless, and the sword's energy is like a tide.

A sword appeared in front of Yuding, Randeng and others.

The quasi-sage can tell the truth from the false, but in the eyes of Ran Deng, a sword is divided into thousands, and all of them are true.

What Xu Siyuan swung was a sword, but the sword seemed to have turned into an axe again. The void should have been dead silent, but at this moment, the immeasurable void seemed to have evolved into primordial chaos.

The sword divides life and death, and the origin of sword sculpture.

Xu Siyuan's sword reforged the void and reenacted all things.

After one strike, Xu Siyuan became extremely weak. This strike exhausted all of Xu Siyuan's spiritual power. In terms of desperate efforts, it was much easier to cut off the teaching than to explain it.

There is only one sword, and only one sword can divide life and death.

The leading divine banner falls first. When the divine banner falls, if a sage enforces the law, the way of heaven will follow. If the law is performed on behalf of the heaven, spiritual energy will gather from hundreds of millions of miles of space.

Xu Siyuan's sword turned into thousands of swords, and the light of the leading god's building also enveloped the endless void, and there were also countless guiding gods moving towards Xu Siyuan's long sword.

Above the Heavenly Court, the Queen Mother of Haotian has been paying attention to the changes on the battlefield.

The Queen Mother said softly: "One blow from a saint is like a punishment from heaven. To be an enemy of a saint is to fight against the whole world. However, Xu Siyuan is indeed extraordinary, but I don't know if he can take this move!"

"Sure!" Haotian said with great certainty: "From chaos to prehistoric is a creation, and from prehistoric to chaotic is not an evolution."

"Pangu is the master of the wild, and Xu Siyuan is the creator of the void in that void."

Haotian stretched out his hand to hold a ball of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy could also return to chaos in Haotian's hands, but it was not as easy and freehand as Xu Siyuan.

"Although I have never seen Pan Gu open the sky, Xu Siyuan seems to have Pan Gu's shadow in every move, and even Sanqing seems to be inferior to him,"

Haotian sighed slowly: "Xu Siyuan is now able to take a blow from a saint!"

There is too much difference between a saint and a quasi-sage. Taking a blow from a saint does not mean that Xu Siyuan can stand shoulder to shoulder with a saint, but it means that Xu Siyuan has the possibility of becoming a saint.

Life, death, yin and yang, and that destruction are both supreme avenues. With the foundation of Taoism, Xu Siyuan is really expected to become a saint in the future.

A flash of impulse flashed in Haotian's heart, and Haotian thought of killing Xu Siyuan with a sword, because his intuition told him that if he kept Xu Siyuan, he might become his great enemy in the future.

The killing intent in Haotian's heart surged out, but Haotian looked at Honghuang, the four holy beasts in the sky were looking at the battlefield, and the three emperors in the world were also staring at the battlefield.

Most of the gods of the prehistoric mountains and rivers are members of the Jiejiao, and the dispute between interpreting and intercepting is still the battle of the Sanqing, but if he, Haotian, kills Xu Siyuan with his own hands, not to mention that the holy beast will defy the sky, but also that many gods of the mountains and rivers will turn the mountains and rivers upside down It was enough for him.

Haotian sighed slowly: "The Taoist ancestor's eternal plan is now, that's all, let's wait for the future!"

Haotian continued to look at the battlefield, and sure enough, Wanli Void seemed to have become Xu Siyuan's legal domain.

When the sword towers meet in the legal domain, countless spiritual powers collide immediately, which is enough to overthrow the heaven and destroy the quasi-sage.

Hundreds of millions of miles of void were shattered, and the sky and the earth reflected by the infinite light were all bright.

Countless creatures bowed to the ground because they sensed the majesty of the saint.

Xu Siyuan's sword: not weaker than a saint!
(End of this chapter)