Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 167 Ling Bi
Thousands of swords are like rain, and like the roar of a dragon, they come out majesticly and hit the Bailong Buddhist Temple directly.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, the ground shook, thousands of sword lights blasted into the White Dragon Temple, exhausted the Buddha's power, the Bailian Daming King, who was about to fight for his life, was knocked to the ground by the majestic rain of swords before he got up.

The demon King Kong's body and King Ming's indestructible body couldn't stop Xuanyuan's sharp rays. Sword lights pierced through his flesh and blood, bones and viscera, and nailed the three-headed and six-armed White Lotus Daming King into the ground. Endless sword rain bombardment.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a loud bang, the ground shook, the entire Bailong Temple, the entire Bailong Mountain, screamed under the bombardment of the mighty sword rain, like a delicate and weak woman being held down by a burly man, unscrupulously bullying and humiliating .

The temples collapsed, the halls collapsed, and even the mountain was shaking and sinking. Cobweb-like cracks emerged, spreading outward from the center of Bailong Temple, all over the land, and all over the mountain, as if to smash this majestic mountain into powder.

Thousands of swords break the mountain?

Not at all, it's just that the formation is implicated, the formation is combined with the mountain, the mountain is combined with the formation, the center of the formation is the heart of the mountain, and the eye of the formation is the eye of the mountain. In this way, Su Wen's ten thousand swords are like rain, breaking through the formation forcefully, under the influence , this Bailong Mountain is about to collapse.

But no matter what the reason is, the scene in front of everyone at this moment is that the Bailong Temple in Bailong Mountain could not withstand the bombardment of sword rain, the temple was destroyed and landslides, and the ground sank.

"hiss……!"

"This can be done, this can be...!"

"The ancient sword cultivation method is really terrifying!"

"Moving mountains and filling seas, innate ability, this person is not innate but close to innate!"

"No wonder Her Royal Highness values ​​him so much..."

"This battle... is concluded!"

"My generation of swordsmen, it should be so!"

Outside the battlefield, everyone was talking about it, some were amazed and some sighed, some were envious and some were envious. Seeing the momentum of Wanjian, they were all full of splendor.

Yunyan was the one who was more frightened than everyone else, because she knew more about Su Wen's origin and Xuanyuan's origin.

"Xuanyuan Divine Sword?"

"Yan Chixia, storyteller?"

"Storytelling is his way of practice?"

"How to practice, first make a book and then a sword, or first make a sword and then a book?"

"What is the origin of this person, His Highness is so with him..."

My thoughts were chaotic, and I became more and more frightened.

Right at this moment...

"boom!"

With the last shock, the momentum of Wanjian finally disappeared.

Ninety percent of Bailong Mountain is submerged in water, with only the top of the mountain outside. In this way, the mountain is also covered with cracks, from top to bottom, from the beginning to the end, there are cracks, it seems that if you apply a little more force, the whole mountain will fall apart.

If Bailong Mountain is like this, let alone Bailong Temple. On the top of the mountain, there are no sacred and solemn temples and halls. There are only broken walls and devastated ruins, and the ruins are full of shining long swords.

Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan, all Xuanyuan!

In the center of the temple, the Daxiong Hall was also where the White Lotus Daming King was located just now, and now there is only a huge pit left.

In the huge pit, the divine light is shining, Xuanyuan is full of pits, and there is a wreckage at the bottom, an inhuman skeleton skeleton, pierced by nearly a thousand flying swords, nailed into the ground, it is the demon—— Bailian Daming King!

With all the power of the Buddha, he fought desperately, but he couldn't bear the rain of thousands of swords, the majestic bombardment, the Bailian Daming King who was as ferocious as a demon god just now, now there is only a dilapidated skeleton with three heads and six arms, and many magic weapons. into scrap iron.

This is the power of Xuanyuan, the power of the divine sword!

King Ming is dead, the Buddhist temple has been destroyed, and there are only broken walls and devastated ruins on the Bailong Temple.

So, this battle is over?
Everyone outside the court thought so, and they were all ready to step forward to clean up the mess.

But see...

"boom!"

With Su Wen's sword and fingers together, the supernatural power came out again, and the dragon shadow leaped again in the water cube, and the samadhi water caused the Anyang River to rise, completely submerging the Bailong Temple in Bailong Mountain.

In this way, there is no towering mountain anymore, only a square, standing upright water cube, and the black ink color spreads in the water, dyeing the whole water cube in a thick ink, extremely black, eroding the Bailongshan Temple.

Samadhi divine water!

Eliminate mana, brush people's supernatural powers!
Even if King Bailian Daming had fallen under the sword, even if Bailong Temple had become broken walls and devastated ruins, Su Wen was still worried, or felt that it was not safe enough, so he would still activate the Sanmai Divine Water to wash away Bailongshan Temple.

When you die, you should wash the ground and purify the environment.

If you are not dead, then I will kill you until you die!

Anyway, Void Spirit Possession is a one-time use. If you can't use it up this time, you won't keep it for the next time. It's better to squander it than to waste it.

In this way, the mysterious water is like ink, immersing the Bailong Temple of Bailong Mountain in the water, scouring and eroding, soaking and melting.

No matter inside or outside, even if you shrink to the ground or hide in the heart of the mountain, you can't avoid the all-pervasive samadhi water.

And so on, a moment later...

Su Wen pointed his sword around, and finally withdrew his supernatural powers.

The white snake incarnation beside him also waved his sleeves, dissipating the dark sky, calming the lightning and thunder, and the condensed Anyang River collapsed and rushed back into the Anyang River, leaving only the crumbling Bailong Mountain full of cracks.

The samadhi water, washed and soaked, what will be the result after such a short period of time?
Above the Bailongshan Temple, apart from the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, there is no flash of spiritual light anymore.

All formations and spells were melted under the divine water of samadhi, not even the remains of the Bailian Daming King could be preserved, even if the White Dragon Temple still had any hole cards and spiritual artifacts, it would be a pity .

Only then did Su Wen lower his body, looking at the ruins of the Bailong Temple soaked in the mud, with his sword and fingers together, he used the divine sword.

"Buzz!"

Immediately, the thousands of divine swords inserted in the Bailong Temple vibrated, turned into a stream of swords, flew back violently, and sank into the sword box behind him.

Su Wen retracted the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, and then walked through the air, heading towards the backyard of the Daxiong Palace.

He has not forgotten what happened under the Longhua tree behind the Daxiong Palace when he was testing the White Dragon Temple.

That Longhua tree must be the key to this place, and its importance is no less important than the White Lotus Daming King.

Although just now he controlled the Sanmai Shenshui and focused on scouring the Daxiong Palace and the Longhua Tree Garden, knowing that there is no spiritual energy and mana in this place, but he can't confirm the result without seeing it with his own eyes.

Live to see people, die to see corpses!
Su Wen and the two walked through the air and came to the Longhua Tree Garden behind the Daxiong Palace. As expected, there were only ruins left.

The Longhua tree had already disappeared. Obviously, it was also the condensed mana, created by supernatural powers, washed by Su Wen's Samadhi water, and couldn't stand the melting.

In the Longhua Garden, there is no Longhua, only a piece of ruins left, the minister Long let Su Wen take a look at it that day, and the painted walls with the words in it were also like this, most of them collapsed, and the walls were broken.

Su Wen looked at the collapsed painting wall and said nothing, just...

"Buzz!"

With a single point of the sword, the edge comes out again, and the divine sword twists towards the broken wall like a dragon.

As a result, I saw...

"Amitabha!"

With a sound of the Buddha's name, the Sanskrit sound reappeared.

(End of this chapter)