All Heavens: Starting from crossing the white sea of ​​Zen

Chapter 82
Treasure?

Do not!
Bai Haichan looked at the sword box on Yan Chixia's back and frowned.

"What kind of sword is that? I can actually feel the existence of a spirit!"

Artifact creatures, and not simple spirituality, but sleeping souls, the powerful power belonging to the sword is blocked by the sleeping souls.

Yan Chixia is a sword fairy.

According to the theory of this world, Yan Chixia is a Human Immortal, and she is the most destructive Sword Immortal. She is extremely powerful, at least as powerful as a golden elixir seed.

Especially with this sword weapon, if it is in the Xuanhuang world, it will be no problem to kill the most down-and-out Jindan little giant.

Taoist!

That sword is definitely a Taoist weapon!
It's similar to the picture of Jiao Fu Huangquan who has never woken up. Because of the deep sleep of Qi Ling, it can't exert its full power.

Dao artifacts actually exist in this world?

This was a big surprise for Bai Haichan. He thought that this world was full of yin and yang, pure and chaotic, and many gods had fallen into the secular world, and even turned into bloodthirsty demons, there was no powerful magic weapon.

Unexpectedly, there is a Dao weapon, which is really strange.

Yan Chixia took a step back, and the fallen leaves under her feet were crushed by the energy. On the sword box behind her, talismans made of Buddhist and Taoist scriptures shone with golden light.

Faintly, there are the voices of the Buddhas singing in the air.

"What is your relationship with the leader of the White Lotus Sect, Tongtian?"

Hey!
Bai Haichan's complexion changed, and Yan Chixia was so startled that she made a tactic in her hand, her mana was running, the tip of her tongue was already clenched between her teeth, and she wanted to spit out a mouthful of Yang blood from the tip of her tongue, and performed the righteous method to kill this young Taoist who was suspected to have something to do with the White Lotus Sect up.

Folk White Lotus Sect, rebelling against professional households.

Absorbing the words of Buddhism and Taoism, and using famous teachings as models, respecting an inanimate old mother as the supreme god, inanimate parents as the ancestors of human beings, and the vacuum hometown as the real fairyland.

But in the eyes of Yan Chixia and other true practitioners, he is a demon heretic!

He often eats people and digs out his heart, practices Zihe carts, and even practices sorcery like the seven evil spirits of Maoshan.

The Demon Cult, the real Demon Cult, deserves to be number one in the practice world, and there will be no second sect that can take on this honor.

In addition to the worship of gods, the leader of this sect is the true god who walks in the world in the hearts of the people, and he learned the way from the reincarnated living Buddha of Tantric Buddhism.

The Dao is the only one in the world, the Supreme Being is the disciple, the leader of all ages!

These four four-character sentences are the words used by the followers of the White Lotus Sect to address the leader, also known as the leader of Tongtian.

No one has ever seen the leader of Tongtian, but he only knows that he looks like a young man.

In the past, he used the white lotus to purify the world, and killed Maitreya, the true Buddha who came to Tantric Buddhism, and swallowed all his thoughts, incense and beliefs.

Yan Chixia felt that this person was very likely to be the direct disciple of the Master Tongtian, or even the Master Tongtian himself, otherwise how could he use Wusheng as the name?
In particular, the change in Bai Haichan's expression strengthened his thoughts.

But how could he know that the other party just had an idea of ​​the name Tongtian Sect Master, thinking: Is this White Lotus Sect called Jiejiao?
"Heaven and Earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the law!"

In an instant, Yan Chixia bit the tip of her tongue, and spurted a mouthful of blood from the tip of her tongue onto the palm of her left hand.

With a real mantra, scarlet blood emerged from the palm of his hand, and several thunderclouds appeared in the gloomy sky that was originally covered with dark clouds.

Rumble!
He raised his hand to slap and wave, and a bucket-thick silver beam of thunder fell from the sky and hit Bai Haichan straight.

This is the start?
Bai Haichan didn't even lift his eyelids, and with a light tap of his finger, a huge Guishui God Thunder flew out.

Click!

With the sound of blasting and roaring, he smashed the silver beam of thunder, and the essence of Guishui permeated and condensed again, turning into two big handprints formed by the condensed essence of sunflowers water. Chixia.

"Heaven and Earth are boundless, Qiankun borrows the law!"

With the same true mantra, the scarlet red in Yan Chixia's palm never faded, streams of solid scarlet thunder burst out from her palm, like a snake with red scales, even more like a dragon about to transform into a dragon.

Boom boom boom!
Like steel crumbling, one big handprint was shattered, the other big handprint was blocked, and then pressed down with an unstoppable momentum.

But after all, she blocked it and gave Yan Chixia a chance, and she flew tens of feet away.

The ground was already soft and rotting leaves, but with the handprint of Guishui, a huge pit with a radius of ten feet and a depth of more than ten feet was sunken.

Bai Haichan kept his hand.

He is not an ordinary celestial cultivator, but a top cultivator who has practiced several three-thousand avenues, and he has a peerless treasure in his hand.

If he used all his strength in the first move, Yan Chixia would not be able to make the second move at all.

Clang!

There was a sound of a sword being unsheathed.

Now that she has made a move, Yan Chixia has no room to hold back, especially when the opponent is very likely to be a high-ranking member of the White Lotus Sect.

The precious sword he was carrying was already out of its sheath.

This sword is too old.

Using the copper of the first mountain as the material, the god swung the hammer, cast and calcined it in the volcano, and finally formed a simple and straight sword body.

Above him, one side is the sun, the moon and the galaxy, and the other side is the country.

The former master held this sword in his hand and traveled across the land of Kyushu, engraving every inch of the scenery in the ancient times, just like a small world.

He also went to the nine heavens, watching the Milky Way all over the sky, and keeping Xinghan's romantic brilliance firmly on his sword.

On the hilt of the sword, there is a book on farming and animal husbandry. This is the inheritance of the emperor. He has never forgotten it, and it is the core of the people's survival.

The strategy of unifying the world with one book is the foundation for the longevity of the land of Kyushu and its unity after wind and rain.

Xuanyuan Sword!
This is the Xuanyuan Sword of the Yellow Emperor!

He is too ancient. In ancient times, he once drank the blood of a military master and even killed a god.

An unbelievable magic weapon with unfathomable power.

"The sword transforms into thousands!"

Swish swish!
One becomes two, two becomes four, four becomes eight, eight becomes sixteen...

Above the sky, the golden light that symbolizes the holy way shines all over the earth, even the dark clouds are torn apart, and mouthfuls of real swords stand in the air.

In the next second, the nearly endless divine sword turned around, and the tip of the sword stabbed towards Bai Haichan.

Ding Ding Ding!
Holding the killing sword gourd in his hand, when the mouth of the bottle was opened, a long river of sword energy surged upstream.

Xuanyuan Sword is very strong, it is a very ancient Taoist weapon, but Bai Haichan's killing sword gourd is not weak, and its power is the same as that of a sleeping weapon spirit Taoist weapon.

Moreover, his killing sword gourd is supported by mana.

Inside, there are monsters singing Sanskrit, stirring up the ocean of vows, and the genes that come in can be reconciled with mana, and turned into pure sword energy, which gathers in the long river and flows endlessly.

Bai Haichan's magic power has never stopped. When he was in the heaven, he was repositioned. The world tree that runs through the heavens swallows the vitality of the world. Although it is not the vitality of the fairy world, after repeated tempering, it turns into a river like the sea. The magic power burst out unprecedentedly. strength.

Speaking of which, the World Tree seedlings are somewhat interesting.

In eternal life, he grew up in the Xuanhuang Great World, but penetrated through the Three Thousand Great Worlds, and even penetrated through the Immortal Realm, absorbing the vitality of the Immortal Realm.

It seems to know innately what to do.

But this side of the world is not the big world of Xuanhuang, let alone the world of immortality. The worlds that the seedlings of the world tree originally connected to all of them do not exist.

Therefore, it spontaneously adjusted its orbit and plan, so as to re-penetrate, absorbing unknown power from countless planes, thus supplying one person to practice.

The sword light is vertical and horizontal, dazzling for ten miles.

The shadow of Xuanyuan Sword covered the sky, and below was a long river of sword energy winding upwards.

A burst of sword energy smashed into pieces in an instant, smashing dozens of towering ancient trees as thick as a few people's arms, and even pierced through the ground, leaving a big hole.

Of the two of them, one is a human immortal in this world, with profound swordsmanship.

One is the immortal monk, the origin is first.

Under the collision of pure hard power, big beads of sweat fell from Yan Chixia's forehead, one drop after another, like a waterfall curtain.

His feet were several feet deep, and his whole body was almost about to be driven into the pile and buried alive in the ground.

Can't carry it!
Can't beat it!
As soon as the expert makes a move, he will know if there is any.

After these two shots, Yan Chixia knew how deep and powerful the young Taoist's strength was. The real person on Kunlun Mountain might not be as powerful as this person, right?

Is he a god?
"Who the hell are you!"

Master Tongtian, I'm afraid he is really the Master Tongtian of the White Lotus Sect, or the inanimate mother that the White Lotus Sect believes in?

"No life."

Bai Haichan still had this name. He raised his palm, and the five ancient characters were condensed on his fingertips. The five elements surged into formation, and a huge handprint was about to be photographed.

"His grandma's! Yan Chixia, you are fighting to tear down my grandma's Lanruo Temple!"

A voice that was neither male nor female sounded.

The ground rumbled and rioted, and the roots of huge vines as thick as a human rose from the ground and went straight into the clouds.

How long is that rattan root?

Baizhang?Qianzhang?Ten miles?

Do not!
The length that can't be guessed at all is just the part that enters the cloud, and it's just a drop in the ocean lurking underground.

And there are nearly a hundred of such rattan roots!
The cloudy and rainy sky was torn apart, revealing the gloomy moon.

It is only because of the vibration of the monster energy that it changes the celestial phenomena. It is simply a peerless monster that has such powerful power.

The next moment, the cane waved.

The vines are cast like ancient god iron, and the air explodes as they are waved, and there are miserable green demon clouds covering them, and endless ghosts are entangled, screaming all the time.

"what--"

The scream echoed in Bai Haichan's mind. Dozens of vines waved together, disturbing the sky, sending the Xuanyuan Divine Sword flying all over the sky, even heading towards the two of them.

This time, even a monk in the Yuangang realm would be beaten to death.

"court death!"

Bai Haichan raised his head, and the five-element mahamudra that was meant to be slapped at Yan Chixia was slapped at the sky.

The five elements circulate, and the formation is eternal.

In the scene of five elements evolving from heaven and earth, there are five emperor-crowned gods and men who condense the luck and inspiration, driven by the fingertips, and the ancient characters of the five elements are bursting out with unimaginable power.

Crackling!

There were bursts of loud noises, like popping beans and brittle bones.

I saw the vines being blocked in the air, and several vines were crushed, including white stubble, the broken skeleton fell to the ground, and the flesh and soul of the body were all counted by a certain big monster Swallow it and turn it into a demon force and a ghost.

"The sword returns for a moment!"

Yan Chixia made a tactic with her fingers, and the Xuanyuan sword that fell on the ground changed, and he even spit a mouthful of blood on it, which stimulated the lines on Qishang and stimulated the hidden power in it.

Thousands of Xuanyuan Divine Swords gathered into one, turning into a giant sword.

This moment is still in front of him, and the next moment, he has already flown into the sky and chopped towards those vines.

Click!
A strip of rattan was cut off, and black smoke rose from the cut position, and the ghosts in it were howling, and finally turned into green smoke, and a peaceful shadow could be vaguely seen.

"You are not the master of the Tongtian sect. This dryad grandma is related to the White Lotus sect. If you are the master of the Tongtian sect, he will never dare to do anything."

Yan Chixia's mouth was extremely fast, and she finished a sentence in an instant.

The Xuanyuan Sword flew back into his sword box, staring at the Lanruo Temple, as if some great enemy was about to appear.

"I don't care about you for the time being."

Bai Haichan turned his attention to Lanruo Temple: "After we get rid of this monster, you and I will do it again."

At that time, it will not be that simple.

He didn't say this sentence, because the monster had already appeared.

Rumble!
The ground rises high.

The entire Lanruo Temple occupies an extremely large area, but it was pushed down inch by inch at this time. The former Daxiong Hall no longer exists, and the original Zhuhong courtyard wall fell to the ground. Mud-like things.

The first ones to appear are thousands of young girls who are dressed in delicate and attractive clothes, like more veils than clothes.

The oldest is no more than twenty years old, and the youngest is no more than fourteen or five years old.

Each of them has a charming and seductive look, just like the vixen in the scholar's mouth, who was born to seduce men.

These are the ghosts of the demon, who live by the demon and die because of the demon.

They don't have their own freedom. The so-called freedom is something they can only hope for but can't reach. The only thing they can choose is the choice of a man who devours Yang Qi.

The most beautiful one among them, whose humanity has not completely faded, should be Nie Xiaoqian.

The next moment, the monster appeared!

Just like the Buddha came to the world, illuminating myriads of endless, endless Buddha light, a Buddha with drooping eyes is sitting in the tree.

Roots gushed out from the ground and turned into towering clouds. On the rough tree trunk surrounded by hundreds of people, there were skeletons from thousands of years ago. There were humans and beasts.

Every skeleton has been knocked out to absorb the marrow, and all the nutrients have been drained, just hanging on it, like wind chimes, making a clicking sound when they collide with the sword, and broken bones fall from time to time.

A ferocious face appeared on the torso, and the eyes were scarlet. It seemed that there was a hell where all sentient beings suffered and tortured continuously.

His nose is absent, his ears are absent.

Apart from the eyes, there is only one of the five sense organs, and that is the mouth.

The mouth was so big that it was a tree hole, and the Buddha sat in the tree hole.

The Buddha's light was rendered miserable green, and branches like straws penetrated into the Buddha's body, absorbing the cleanest and most powerful energy from the body full of divinity, and strengthening himself.

Seen in this way, it is like a demon swallowing Buddha.

The Buddha in Lanruo Temple is dead, and the body has become the carrier of the incense of faith. In the mouth of the monster, clean wine is brewed for the pot of the monster.

(End of this chapter)