I am in the reincarnation of the heavens

Chapter 111
Zhang Xiren is betting on the fate of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Shaolin Temple is also betting on the fate of a temple.

If you win Shaolin Temple, you will be the state religion of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and if you lose, you will naturally belong to the rebel party.

Yang Sheng said to Yin Wuxie and the others: "Go and protect His Majesty, I will take care of this old monk."

Then, Yang Sheng turned his gaze to Xuanji, narrowed his eyes and said: "Old monk, you are over 100 years old and still working for Shaolin Temple, you abbot is not authentic, why didn't he come to such a dangerous thing in person ?”

Xuanji was so old that he couldn't even open his eyes, he shook his head and said, "It is precisely because the old monk is over 100 years old that I have no fear of life and death, so I came here on my own initiative.

Shaolin Temple still needs an abbot, not an old monk who is about to die.

Commander Yang, you are still young, it is not worth fighting to the death with an old monk like me, why are you so persistent? "

Yang Sheng laughed loudly and said: "You monks are interesting, you talk about my Buddha's mercy, but you are full of calculations in your heart.

Since the old monk is looking for death, I will help you! "

As Yang Sheng's words fell, blood burst out, and the power of strong and surging energy and blood suddenly rose.

The knife gang stretched for more than ten feet, and Yang Sheng's true energy was rushing, which was almost exerted by him to the maximum.

At the same time, Chang Cuiyu, the demon fairy, and the soldier soul emerged at the same time, attacking Xuanji from left and right.

Xuan Ji clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name, the power emanating from that thin body was astonishing.

The dense Buddha's light emanated from his body, like the rising sun, the scorching power scorched everything, and the surrounding air seemed to be distorted.

In the midst of the rising sun, a round of Dharma images of the Great Sun Tathagata emerged faintly.

A palm fell, and Chang Cuiyun's fairy body instantly disappeared into a ball of monster energy.

The spirit body of the soldier soul was slashed on the Tathagata, but it did not cause the slightest damage to it, but was wiped out by the same palm.

Yang Sheng's sword had already reached him, tore apart the Buddha's light, and the blade slashed straight at Xuanji!
But Xuan Ji didn't dodge or dodge, and directly took Yang Sheng's knife with that old body!

In an instant, Xuanji's hands were torn to bloody by the sharp blade, but he did not dodge, holding Yang Sheng's blade with one hand, and slammed his palm towards Yang Sheng's chest!

Big sympathy!
The power of that palm was strong and powerful, Yang Sheng punched him, and instantly felt a huge force attacking him.

How can that powerful force look like a centenarian?Even Baosheng Batu's supreme vajra body is nothing more than that!

Yang Cheng suddenly discovered at this time that Xuan Ji's bloody hands that had been torn just now had healed!

"Dafa of Changing the Sun! What you practice is the Dafa of Changing the Sun!"

Because of stealing the Heavenly God Art, Yang Sheng also inquired with Zhou Yan what the Changing Day Dafa looked like.

Stealing the God Art is the power of stealing the sky, plundering power from the outside to the inside, so it is extremely domineering, if one is not careful, it will be eaten back by itself, and it cannot be controlled.

The practice of changing the sun is just the opposite. Visualize the Tathagata, and cultivate the golden body of the Great Sun from the inside out, which has extremely strong resilience and physical strength.

It's just that visualizing the Great Sun Tathagata is a test of spiritual power. If you are not careful, you will be backlashed by the Great Sun Tathagata, and your mental power will be burned through, ranging from dementia to severe vegetative state.

Therefore, whether it is stealing the gods or changing the sun, both of them are actually very high-threshold and extremely risky exercises.

But once it is cultivated, it is extremely powerful.

Moreover, the two can complement each other, both internal and external cultivation, no wonder they have the power to surpass the limit of martial arts and shatter the void.

Xuanji said indifferently: "You, Commander Yang, possess the Art of Stealing Gods, so you must be no stranger to Changing the Sun Dafa.

With your current strength, you can't kill the poor monk, and you must be the one who is exhausted in the end. "

Yang Sheng shook his head and said, "Old monk, although you have practiced the Sun-changing Dafa all your life, and you have practiced it to great success, you don't necessarily understand what the real Sun-changing Dafa is. You also need to pay attention to science when practicing martial arts."

Every world has its own power system, but in the final analysis, power is not a rootless thing, it always has a source.

Where is the source of the power of Changing the Day Dafa?

In Yang Sheng's view, the method of changing the sun is to stimulate one's mental power by visualizing the Tathagata, and let the mental power control one's own cells to divide crazily, so as to achieve an increase in strength and extremely powerful resilience.

However, there is a limit to cell division, even for warriors who are physically strong.

Once the cell division exceeds a limit, what will be consumed is the warrior's lifespan itself.

Xuan Ji will not analyze the essence of power with high-latitude thinking like Yang Sheng, but he himself has also noticed this.

Therefore, most of the time, he is shown as a young monk, because this can seal [-]% of his body's power, and most of the cells are sleeping to prolong his lifespan.

Once he awakens all the cells and restores his peak strength, his lifespan will be consumed like running water.

Yang Sheng drew his knife and retreated, and cast out the Art of Stealing the Gods. The aura around him was absorbed into his body, turning into a storm of aura.

Although Xuan Ji didn't know what Yang Sheng meant by science, he felt something was wrong.

The Buddha's light bloomed, and Xuanji's figure retreated sharply, but Yang Sheng took the initiative to detonate this spiritual energy vortex, and that powerful wave directly blasted Xuanji's whole body away.

Amidst the scattered smoke and dust, Yang Sheng's blood and energy circulated wildly, his figure was like a cannonball and he rushed straight towards Xuanji, the blade slashed continuously, and the vertical and horizontal qi was like a storm. Long knife marks.

This frenzied style of play, which seemed to be desperate for life, directly suppressed Xuan Ji completely.

Xuanji's body was constantly blooming with Buddha light, and Shaolin Temple's various stunts were displayed in turn.

Great Veda Pestle, Vajra Subduing Demon Kung Fu, Arhat Fist, Kasyapa Holding Flower Finger...

But these were completely useless under Yang Sheng's life-threatening style of play, and they were completely defeated as soon as he used them.

Moreover, there was a faint yellow halo emanating from Yang Sheng's body, which was very strange, and it infiltrated into his body unknowingly during the fight, eroding Xuan Ji's vitality, making his speed of attacking three points slower.

In less than half a quarter, Yang Sheng and Xuan Ji could no longer be seen in the entire arena, they were completely enveloped by countless wind and gravel, and only the light of a knife and the light of Buddha could be seen from the gap.

Xuan Ji's complexion finally changed.

Even though the recovery power of Changing Day Dafa is strong, it seems a bit beyond the means in this kind of violent battle.

The price is that he can perceive that his little vitality is constantly burning.

Xuanji let out a long sigh, and the radiance of the sun around him became more and more vigorous.

He didn't have much lifespan, so it was worth risking his life to win this time.

The next moment, when Yang Sheng stabbed with the Yulin Saber in his hand, Xuan Ji didn't dodge or dodge, and stepped forward, allowing the long knife to pierce his shoulder blade.

But at the same time, Xuanji took a step forward, the long knife pierced through his body, and he was only half a step away from Yang Sheng.

Kasyapa stretched out his fingers, this finger was soft and misty, like a smile, but it contained countless murderous intentions, it instantly tore Yang Sheng's protective qi, and pointed at his throat!

Within half an inch, Yang Sheng's whole body quickly turned gray and white, and the cold zombie body descended.

Xuanji, Kasyapa, pointed at Yang Sheng's throat, and even heard the sound of bone cracking, and Yang Sheng's head was poked back ninety degrees, as if bent.

But at the next moment, Yang Sheng's head rebounded strangely, and a head hammer hit Xuan Ji's head hard, causing his head to bleed instantly!
When the body of Yinggou came, Yang Sheng crazily smashed down towards Xuanji with one punch. The force was so powerful that Xuanji's method of changing the day could not make up for this level of injury at all. Restoration and damage were no longer enough. Proportional.

As the Buddha's light around Xuanji became weaker and weaker, as Yang Sheng kicked out and pulled out the Imperial Forest Saber with one hand, Xuanji's body was chopped off dozens of feet and landed in front of Zhang Xiren.

This time Xuanji's wounds have not healed, the knife wound on his chest is bleeding continuously, his face is getting older, and his aura has become incomparably decayed.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Xuan Ji smiled wryly at Zhang Xiren: "Master Zhang, I'm sorry.

Time is fate, my Shaolin Temple has no state religion. "

Yang Sheng also put away Yinggou's body at this time, his complexion was still pale, and he was severely depleted of energy and blood.

He directly threw a few Good Fortune Coagulation Pills into his mouth, which suppressed the injury.

Zhang Xiren let out a long sigh, and his complexion became paler than Yang Sheng's, more decayed than Xuanji's.

Lost, he lost completely.

Gambling on his reputation for the rest of his life, he wanted to change the dynasty and revive the prestige of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but in the end he lost completely.

At this time, the crown prince Zhou Ce fell to his knees suddenly, crying at Zhou Heng: "Father! Father, please spare me!
My boy didn't want you to die, my father. It was Zhang Xiren who had been encouraging me to rebel and kill my father all this time. It was all because of him that my boy did this! "

Yang Sheng looked at Zhou Ce sarcastically, and then at Zhang Xiren: "Scholar Zhang, look, this is the resolute, intelligent candidate for the new emperor you chose.

He was indeed very decisive. When he saw that something was wrong, he immediately knelt down and begged for mercy, and put all the blame on you, Zhang Dashi.

He is so cold-blooded and ruthless at such an age, mean and unkind, do you think he will really do what you think after becoming the emperor?

He can even kill his own father, and even you, the teacher who taught him to grow up, can betray you decisively. Will such a person treat the people of Da Zhou sincerely? "

Zhang Xiren looked disappointedly at Zhou Ce, who was kneeling and begging for mercy, and sighed: "I am blind because of my mistakes.

Killing the king for a minister is disloyalty.

It is unfilial to commit such serious crimes of treason regardless of family members.

It is inhumane to force the soldiers of Wuzhou to encircle and suppress the 36 giant bandits, causing countless casualties.

It is unrighteous to implicate so many people from Shaolin Temple and the Forbidden Army to die for the old man's plan.

I, Zhang Xiren, planned my whole life for Da Zhou, but in the end I ended up with a reputation of being unfaithful, unfilial, and unrighteous! It's really ridiculous!

Yang Sheng, after today's World War I, you will definitely dominate the world. No one inside or outside the Great Zhou Dynasty will be your opponent.

I just hope that you don't let Da Zhou down, and don't let my beautiful mountains and rivers in the Central Plains fall into the hands of barbarians! "

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Xiren slammed headfirst into the stone pillars beside the square and died on the spot.

(End of this chapter)