Distress: Buddhist Prison Jingxuan

Chapter 105 Planning Vulnerabilities
Among Yanshan Iron Clan
Jingxuan and Quezhou crossed the same boat, their eyes met, they understood each other, and then they shot at the same time, Confucianism and Buddhism are in harmony, combining the might of the world.

"what……"

The Crazy Iron Clan patriarch has lost all thinking about people, his body is controlled by the sword, and he just wants to keep fighting.

If facing ordinary masters, it may be able to produce a crushing effect.

But for two people who are proficient in fighting, they are just a barking wild dog in front of them, and they can be captured easily.

The same is true in fact, the moment the three of them fought, Jingxuan made a decisive decision and struck out with a palm, and with a crisp sound, the right shoulder bone of the person in front of him was instantly shattered.

"It seems that Death God didn't give too much of this little gift, it's really stingy."

"However, the Yanshan Iron Clan should be thankful that their patriarch is weak enough, otherwise they wouldn't be able to support our arrival."

Jingxuan backed away, looking at the slumped shoulders of the Iron Clan patriarch, he couldn't help but smile amusedly.

"what…"

Quezhou Yifandu also smiled lightly when he heard the words, and then struck with a horizontal palm, directly hammering the Iron Clan patriarch into the stone wall.

"Boom"

The mountain wall suffered such heavy damage, and it couldn't help but began to collapse, and countless gravels rolled down.

But Quezhou Yifandu didn't stop, raised his hand, pressed it down suddenly, and delivered another powerful blow.

A single blow pierced through the entire mountain peak in an instant, smashing the rolling rocks along the way.

"boom"

Accompanied by a shocking explosion, the sky shook, and the poor mountain peak also disappeared.

"Yo, the mountain is broken, it's amazing."

Jingxuan couldn't help smiling amusedly as he looked at the entire mountain that had turned into dust.

It seems that Yungu Leifeng's time has made him improve a lot.

"Is it over?"

Quezhou Yifandu didn't care about his deeds of breaking the mountain, he only cared about whether the Iron Clan patriarch under the dust was dead or not.

"what……"

With a wild howl, the Iron Clan patriarch crawled out from the pile of rubble, living up to everyone's expectations.

But the current appearance is extremely miserable, only the arm that holds the sword is left, and the other arm has long since disappeared.

"You continue, I appreciate it."

"Anyway, you can handle it alone. I thought the Iron Clan disaster was so powerful."

"I didn't expect it to be an exaggeration. It's a waste of my time."

Jingxuan looked at the miserable Iron Clan patriarch and couldn't help but shook his head. If he knew how weak he was, he wouldn't have come.

Then he spoke to Quezhou Yifandu who was staring and scanning.

"Um……"

Quezhou Yifandu nodded slightly when he heard the words, he knew very well the laziness of the people around him since he was a child.

Not surprisingly, after looking around for a while, his figure moved and appeared near a long sword, and he pulled it out suddenly.

"Maha Five Interests: The Path of Blood Manifests the Dust of Death."

Immediately, he brushed over the sword with his hand, and a stream of pure Buddha essence poured into it, and instantly the power of Buddha was mighty, warding off all evil.

Looking in the direction of the Iron Clan patriarch, the long sword in his hand fell down, and with a crisp sound, the long sword collapsed, turning into broken swords all over the sky, piercing through the body of the Iron Clan patriarch overwhelmingly.

"All right…"

Que Zhou Yifan threw away the hilt of the sword in his hand, and explained aloud to Jing Xuan who was on the side.

"Young sword destroyer, ha!"

Looking at the long sword that shattered into stars, Jingxuan couldn't help but shrugged and complained.

"It's because this sword is too weak to carry my strength, even if it is protected by Buddha Yuan."

Quezhou Yifandu heard Jingxuan's complaints, and explained in a serious manner.

"Ha, are you interested in seeing the real gift?"

"It should be in the magic sword. Relying on the capabilities of the two of us, it is enough to kill."

"After all, I plan to give this sword to Jian Wuming."

Jingxuan looked at the magic sword with black air scattered in front of him, looked at the missing boat Yifandu with great interest, and invited him aloud.

"Let me do it…"

Quezhou Yifandu nodded slightly when he heard the words, walked up to the magic sword, and grabbed it suddenly.

"Really, wait for me..."

The corners of Jingxuan's mouth rose slightly, and he came behind Quezhou Yifandu, and then pressed down with his palm.

The world in the eyes of the two changed instantly, turning into a different world of black and white.

"Ah, how boring!! Come out quickly, the controller hidden in the sword."

"When you used the Iron Clan patriarch's body to fight, it was too obvious."

After scanning the black and white world around him, Jingxuan couldn't help shouting out of boredom.

"Ha, interesting human being."

At this moment, a cheerful voice fell, and then a figure appeared in the mountain peak not far away.

"Oh... Do you think that the incomplete spiritual knowledge can defeat the two of us?"

"This contempt, this rashness, you really suffocate me."

"Let me guess, did you decide on this plan after seeing the prayer beads of the Iron Clan elders!"

Jingxuan looked at the god of death indifferently, and then said.

"It's not a plan, it's just a game."

"It's just a continuation of the unfinished game you and I did hundreds of years ago."

Hearing the words, the god of death appeared in front of the two with a movement, and the dark wind echoed between the words.

"game……"

"Oh, then we are really honored."

Jingxuan looked at the god of death in front of him with a very indifferent expression, and then untied the Changqin behind him.

"Well... Manjusri raised his sword."

Quezhou Yifandu heard the words, Manjusri behind his back slowly pulled out the scabbard.

In the real world, a drop of water suddenly fell on the magic sword, and then split into countless water droplets, covering the entire magic sword.

"Well! This is"

The god of death looked at the heavy rain falling from the sky, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then the whole world shook suddenly.

The moment the raindrops fell, a pure white world was constructed again, and the three of them were enveloped in it.

"Are you surprised? The surprise is yet to come. I will let you know what the result of disrespecting the opponent is!"

"Tianxian Sanming · A Song of River and Sea Fuliudong"

Jingxuan looked at the astonished god of death, put the qin in front of his eyes, and pulled the strings suddenly.

The surrounding scenery changed again, turning into a vicissitudes of life, and the feet of the three of them were surrounded by the sea.

"Destroy the Six Paths, Subdue Thousand Demons, Tathagata Forbidden Sword."

Quezhou Yifandu saw that Jingxuan was ready, and immediately moved Wenshu.

Drawn by Manjusri, Wang Yang flocked towards the god of death in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the god of death had been completely controlled.

"you…"

Reaper felt the immobile body, and looked at the two people who were fighting together in front of him, his face darkened, and he said.

"Ha, why are you surprised? You've never heard of the combo move!"

"Don't you claim to be the omniscient and omnipotent God of Destiny, your wisdom is just that?"

"That really made me sad from the heart, and two lines of tears flowed from my eyes."

"Let me summarize for you, what are your mistakes?"

"First, you shouldn't take the Buddhist beads on the Iron Clan elders too simply."

"Secondly, you are too conceited. You always think that everyone is the same. You made the mistake of underestimating the enemy."

"Third, you shouldn't make sudden changes outside of your original plan."

"fourth……"

"Well, well, it's time, now I can invite you to die."

Jingxuan looked at the immobile Grim Reaper with an amused expression, and gently plucked the strings, as if a teacher was teaching a student.

"Fantasy Bubbles...ha"

Quezhou Yifandu said calmly, and then thrust the Manjusri in his hand in front of him.

The combination of the zither and the sword brought the world alive, and with one blow, the god of death in front of him was completely wiped out.

Jing Xuan looked at the God of Reaper who had disappeared, shook his head involuntarily, and then retreated from the place.

"... "

Quezhou Yifandu put away Manjusri, and also retreated from this place, returning to his body, looking at the magic sword wrapped in water, he shook it lightly, shaking off the water vapor.

Facing Jing Xuan who was thinking on one side, he explained aloud.

"This sword is half useless, but there is still a chance."

"what?"

Hearing the words, Jingxuan couldn't help looking at Quezhou Yifandu, very puzzled and said.

"Look what this is..."

Quezhou Yifandu smiled, and then took out a box, which was the box containing the materials a long time ago.

"Isn't this box used to hold materials..."

"Wait a minute, what is this mass of liquid!"

Looking at the box, Jingxuan couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and then he was attracted by the liquid in it, and couldn't help asking.

"Dragon God Flame..."

Quezhou Yifandu opened the box in his hand, the temperature around him seemed to rise by more than ten degrees in an instant, a feeling of scorching heat radiated from the box to the surroundings.

"..."

Looking at the Dragon God Flame in the box, Jingxuan couldn't help but fell silent, and said dryly.

"Very well, you proved a bold idea I have had for a long time."

"Actually, I didn't think it would be successful from the beginning. I never thought that this box containing the materials of the Creation God Weapon is so extraordinary."

"It seems that the military merits paid by Dao Wuji are probably unimaginable numbers."

Quezhou Yifan crossed, then closed the box, and explained to Jingxuan in front of him.

"I underestimated Dao Wuji's enthusiasm."

"Well, it's not bad to inject Dragon God Flame into this sword."

"There is still time, the Iron Clan and the others can work hard again."

Hearing this, Jingxuan nodded slightly, expressing that he was very optimistic about this wonderful combination.

"Well, I'll stay here and deal with the rest."

Quezhou Yifandu nodded, said a word, then turned and left.

After Jingxuan stretched his waist, he straightened his clothes, and left the place directly.

　I'm not allowed to go out here, but luckily I have enough food...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)