Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 133 The manifestation of the sword intent shocked all the demons, Fenghuang knew the news of his death, and confronted the old demon
The overwhelming white sword energy engulfed everyone's vision.

A dazzling brilliance illuminated the entire sky, forming an arc of swords in the sky above Jinzhou. The aurora was like another layer of sky, which was opposing the sky at this time.

under this sword.

The disciples of the Blood God Sect, the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Qishamen and other demon sects all fell in pieces. The army of ghosts under the command of the ink-robed scribes were all overthrown, and the ghost cloud under his seat dissipated. This sword.

In the panic, he could only sacrifice the magic pill to resist.

The vision of the black ghost streamer emerged, but was baptized by the vast sea of ​​swords.

For a while, it was impossible to support it alone!
The condensed vision was quickly pierced to pieces by the sword energy.

The ink-robed scribe was pierced by infinite sword energy and became bloody.

The golden core soon became riddled with holes, and the ink-robed scribe yelled harshly.

"impossible!!"

His body was constantly pierced by the sword energy, and Jin Dan's body was constantly repairing the wounds on his body.

Let his whole life be worse than death.

Like a small boat in a precarious situation, it may capsize at any time.

The monstrous white sea of ​​swords lasted for a long time, and there was a stick of incense.

The brightly-swelled screen filled the field of vision.

The sword energy becomes more and more solid and domineering. Not only can it tear everything apart, but the will of the sword way attached to the sword energy can also invade the human will.

The ink-robed scribe was in the center, but he still couldn't resist the erosion of the domineering sword aura. The shield condensed by the ghost aura suddenly shattered, and his whole body was torn apart by the sword aura.

I don't know how long it took before the sea of ​​swords slowly dissipated.

At this moment, the entire Jinzhou was quiet.

It seemed that even the clouds in the sky had stopped floating.

Everyone felt the soaring sword intent. It was like someone stabbing a sharp sword on the top of their head. It was creepy.

Qiu Yueqing also separated from all the demon cultivators, and her beautiful eyes stared at the other side of the city, with a look of surprise in her eyes.

This is someone who has comprehended the sword intent!
It should be known that there are five realms in the way of swordsmanship.

In the first level, condense the sword energy and turn it into a gang, which can drive the sword energy to defend against the enemy.

The second level is to comprehend the power of the sword, and to draw insights from the spiritual things of heaven and earth, plants and trees, and those with extraordinary talents can develop visions.

The third realm is to manifest sword intent.

The power of the sword turns into a god, condensed into reality.

The monk's comprehension of the way of the sword has reached an unprecedented level, because of the sword intent.

This means that the sword cultivator has gone through his own way of swordsmanship.

Anyone who can comprehend the intent of the sword is a strong person at the level of a master of swordsmanship.

A single sword can destroy a city or a river.

Every monk who can be called a master of swordsmanship is an old thing that has not appeared in a hundred years.

The fourth realm, enter the sage with the sword.

It can be called the myth of swordsmanship in the current world, and only one great figure emerges in an era.

As for the fifth realm, no one has ever reached it, and it is in an unknown realm, only recorded in ancient books.

"Could it be that an expert is here?"

"How is it possible? This is the mundane world. Those old monsters live in seclusion and hide from heaven's secrets. It is impossible for them to come out."

"Have you forgotten Old Demon Nether? He has a way of avoiding it, and he has survived for thousands of years."

"How many other devils are there!"

The amazing sword just now really made the Tianjiao of the Demon Sect extremely frightened and shocked, and they immediately whispered to each other.

Qiu Yueqing was in high spirits and smiled lightly.

This sword actually helped her to a certain extent. It was indeed a bit difficult for her to fight many with one.

The devils on the opposite side are all strong in the golden core state, and the magic core cultivation is not weak, at least above rank five.

Now that someone is helping her, why worry about not being able to deal with these demon scum?
The top of Jinzhou.

Zhao Huai once again stood on the dangerous building, dressed in white, with a ghostly face.

The sharp eyes under the mask looked down at the magic cultivator in the city, holding a gleaming ancient spirit sword in his hand.

This sword has no name, or Zhao Huai doesn't know the name at all.

He didn't bother to choose a name, he didn't have the habit of using his heart, he just needed to use his own habit.

As the strong wind blows from high places, Zhao Huai's white robe flutters with the wind and shakes quickly. The momentum on his body is unrivaled, like a sword fairy standing in the world, overlooking all living beings.

A mutilated gray golden core was suspended in his other hand.

This is the golden elixir of the ink-robed scribe, a magic elixir with the attribute of ghost cultivation.

In addition, the black demon pill of the human-faced spider demon king was stolen from the blood pool of the Black Wind Cave.

Now he has two golden pills on his body.

The golden elixir is the product of a monk's life-long kung fu.

It's so rare that you can't ask for it.

There are often distinguished alchemists who will use demon pills to refine medicine and alchemy, so that the obtained pills are more precious.

At the same time, if the golden core is given to weak monks or even mortals, it can also be used to assist in cultivation.

With the help of Jindan, he can practice more quickly without detours.

It's just that for these two golden pills, one is from the ghost cultivator and the other is from the demon king, it's really hard to find a candidate.

What's more, Zhao Huai never had the idea of ​​cultivating his subordinates before.

The current situation is different, the restoration of the country is imminent, and it is time to employ people.

Maybe these two golden elixirs can be given to the right people.

In this way, two capable subordinates were cultivated.

Thinking about it this way, these two golden pills are still useful.

Just now that sword towards the sky has exhausted all the mana in his body.

But there is a gurgling sound in the body, sending pure spiritual energy to the whole body continuously.

This is the power of ginseng fruit.

The ginseng fruit that Zhao Huai took back then has a full 100 years of skill!
It can't be absorbed at all, and the remaining skills are all silent in the sea of ​​​​qi.

Now the power of ginseng fruit is quickly filling up.

The spirit veins were golden and shining, as if they were plated with gold.

At the same time, [Riding alone for thousands of miles] fate once again played a role, making his aura continue to rise.

When he slaughtered the Demon Cultivator before, his strength had already been raised to the level of Jindan.

Now it has skyrocketed a bit, maintaining the appearance of Jindan mid-stage.

With the double blessing of ginseng fruit and fate, Zhao Huai's strength became stronger.

Especially the power of ginseng fruit loosened his fixed cultivation base.

This time, it was Qi Hai who began to transform.

The qi sea in the qi training environment develops from the pool to the lake, from the lake to the sea, and develops into the sea of ​​mana consciousness for foundation building.

Now it has transformed into a golden sea of ​​consciousness.

Congealing pill third turn!
Zhao Huai's strength is stronger again, if he breaks through to Jindan now, he will be at the top of the lower-rank Jindan.

But he intends to sprint to see where his ceiling is.

It is impossible for people to be content.

Rank three and above can be called strong, and rank six and above are geniuses.

Rank eight can surpass all monks.

When the consciousness was stored in the double, facing the old devil, he had no strength to fight back.

All along, Zhao Huai felt that he was already very cautious.

It was he who stole from other people's houses.

I have never encountered it before, being stolen by a shameless old demon who turned into a god, it is simply disrespectful of martial arts!

It's like Xiaomengxin who just came into contact with the game. At the beginning, he encountered the final boss slaughtered in Xinshou Village.

Who can understand this feeling?

The only thing that can comfort Zhao Huai now is his own kendo realm, which has taken another big step forward.

With the fate of [Wizard of the Sword Dao], his talent in the Dao of the Sword naturally goes without saying.

He successfully manifested the sword intent and used the sword to face the sky.

According to strength and power, he ranked the sword techniques he had learned.

Watch the sun with one sword, and press the dragon with two swords.

Thirty thousand swords return to the clan, and four swords face the sky.

Evolution is evolution, and actual combat is actual combat.

As long as the evolved things are successfully turned into reality, that is progress.

Every time Zhao Huai drew his sword, he had a new understanding.

The reason why he didn't make fancy sword moves was because he felt that if he wanted to kill someone.

One sword is enough.

If not, then two swords.

Jinzhou City, among the deep alleys.

An old man in purple robes was hiding in the dark, his old eyes were shining brightly, but after searching for a long time with his spiritual sense, he couldn't find the person he wanted.

This old man is the ghost old devil.

Since killing "Zhao Huai", he has been looking for someone with great luck.

Because Old Demon You Ming discovered that the white-clothed man he captured was just a substitute.

I wanted to invade the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness, but the opponent didn't resist, but died directly!

Originally, he could get a glimpse of some luck, but after his death, there was still half a day's shadow.

Such a plain death, is it the person he is really looking for?
He was deceived by a clever deception!

He reacted almost instantly.

Then he looked for it angrily.

He has old eyes and venomous eyes. He has thousands of years of experience, and he has mastered some ancient secret methods, so he can see monks who are different from ordinary people.

As long as he has great luck and there are traces to follow, he will be able to find it slowly.

But after looking for it for a long time now, I haven't seen it yet.

It's like hiding luck.

So right now he was in a bad mood.

Suddenly, the body of Old Demon Nether trembled, and he laughed evilly:
"Hehe, that's really weird. This luck is different from that of the previous one. What's going on?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as it meets the requirements of the old man, everyone is the same!"

In the blink of an eye, Old Demon Nether disappeared in place.

at this time.

A group of silver-armored troops slowly lined up from the military mansion, well-equipped and tall.

Yu Qinghan rode a fiery horse, one on the left and one on the right, guarded by two monks, a dragon and a tiger.

She looked at the pitch-black, blood-red sky, her brows furrowed.

"what is this."

"Amitabha, it is the breath of the demon cultivator."

Monk Fu Hu also looked at the sky, his fat face trembling.

Just after going down the mountain, he met Moxiu, who felt a little unusual.

"Demon Cultivator? Jinzhou City has entered the Demon Cultivator. Is it a display to be a fairy gate?"

Yu Qing coldly said.

"Danger."

Monk Canglong's dead fish face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, had a rare dignified look.

Apparently found something.

"This world is blocked by people, and the gatekeepers of the Xianmen can't perceive it."

Hearing these words, Monk Fu Hu's round body was suspended.

With serious eyes, he stood on the eaves of a building.

"It is above Huashen, only Huashen can master the Dao and block the spiritual energy."

He muttered, feeling that something was wrong.

Before going down the mountain, the abbot told him that the world will be in chaos, and the stability of Daxia must be ensured, so that the incense of Buddhism will be stable and long-lasting.

The safety of the Daxia royal family has become the top priority.

And the woman in front of her is Princess Daxia, the daughter of Taizu.

They have all heard about the deeds three years ago.

Under the discussion of Xiaolingyin Temple, she is the most hopeful and the only one who can stabilize Daxia.

So I must ensure her safety.

"May the Buddha bless you!"

Monk Fu Hu said a Buddhist word, closed his eyes and prayed.

This time, even his unstained Buddha eyes couldn't see what was going on behind him.

There are classifications in Buddhism, namely: past, present, and future.

Representing the past is the past life Buddha, the Lantern Buddha.

The present Buddha is the current Buddha, Sakyamuni Buddha, also known as Tathagata.

It is Maitreya Buddha who can see through the future.

Monk Fu Hu cultivated the future Buddha school.

His unstained Buddha eyes are the innate supernatural powers from the future Buddha, which can perceive the danger that may come.

Just feel it.

What it is, he doesn't know.

"Give me an order, anyone who encounters a demon cultivator will be killed!"

Yu Qinghan looked at the chaotic Jinzhou City, clenched the halberd pole tightly, and gave an order with a stern face.

"Yes!"

The surrounding Changning iron knight soldiers heard the voice transmission and tapped their shields to show their response.

"Tattoo!"

A large number of fast horses moved forward, invincible, and the spears in their hands were dotted with cold light.

Yu Qinghan was not idle either.

Holding a halberd in her hand, she jumped high and flew up from the horse.

"Ding!"

The halberd shook the ground, the bluestone slabs shattered, the soil turned up, cracked layer by layer, and rushed towards Moxiu not far away.

A domineering halberd energy rushed out of the ground, tearing a demon cultivator into pieces.

Yu Qinghan rushed into the demon cultivator, the halberd blew wind, and the qi radiated everywhere, as if the god of war was alive.

Qi training monks die when they touch it, and foundation building can leave a sigh of relief.

The halberd swings open and close, the halberd is unparalleled.

There is no need for the soldiers around, and the two monks, the dragon and the tiger, to fight.

She alone killed all the Moxiu on a street.

Not even a trace of blood stained the blue dress.

"Amitabha, sin is sin."

Seeing the dead body with his fat face, Fu Hu closed his eyes as if he couldn't bear it, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in bits and pieces, offering salvation to the dead.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

Yu Qinghan saw a white light soaring into the sky on the ground, covering the entire city of Jinzhou.

The whole city was shaken.

The sky above the head lit up, illuminating the dim city.

"What is this? Is it sword energy?"

Yu Qinghan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his field of vision was filled with white light, his aura seemed to kill all evil spirits and crooked ways.

She couldn't help wondering.

What happened in Jinzhou City?
"What a strong sword intent!"

Monk Fu Hu had a keen sense and immediately felt the source of the white light.

"Sword intent."

Yu Qinghan was thinking about it when a soldier's report came from ahead.

"General Qi, the princess of Xiangyun County is found ahead, and there is still a faint breath!"

When Yu Qinghan heard the news, how could he remain calm, and immediately said:

"Take me there!"

"Yes!"

Yu Qinghan was extremely anxious on the road.

Husband and Xiangyun are together, nothing can happen to them!
She arrived on the scene quickly.

It was under the ruins of a collapsed restaurant.

Pei Xiangyun was dusty, and there was a lot of dust on her pretty face. Her lips were pale and she fell beside the ruins. She seemed to be seriously injured, she had lost too much blood and passed out.

Yu Qinghan immediately walked up, hugged his younger sister, and poured abundant mana into Pei Xiangyun's body.

"cough!"

After a while, Pei Xiangyun's eyelids moved slightly, and he slowly woke up.

When she saw the person in front of her, tears flowed from her almond eyes again, and she cried out:
"elder sister!"

"Woooooo!"

Then he threw himself into Yu Qinghan's arms, crying loudly.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Yu Qinghan comforted softly, then looked around with her phoenix eyes, but did not see her husband, and asked suspiciously:

"Where's your brother-in-law?"

Hearing this sentence, Pei Xiangyun cried even harder.

Seeing her like this, Yu Qinghan's heart tightened, he clenched his fists, and said softly:

"Tell me, where is your brother-in-law?"

Pei Xiangyun cried like a tearful person, trembling, stammering and choking:

"Brother-in-law. Brother-in-law is dead!"

"What did you say!"

Yu Qinghan's pupils shrank, and his expression immediately froze, looking like he was lost.

The news hit her heart like a bolt from the blue.

Husband is dead
how can that be possible.

How can it be!

Husband is so strong, how could he die!
Yu Qinghan was just thinking blankly on the ground.

For a moment, she couldn't believe it.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Based on Pei Xiangyun's one-sided words, she did not want to believe the news.

"In the end what happened."

Yu Qinghan asked.

Pei Xiangyun choked up and explained: "There was an old devil who came to the shop. He... he couldn't help but say that he wanted to find my brother-in-law, and even threatened me and used me. My brother-in-law was hunted down by him, and then he..."

"The devil."

When Yu Qinghan said this word, his whole demeanor changed.

The phoenix's eyes reveal a bone-piercing coldness, murderous intent.

While the sisters were talking.

"coming."

The Fuhu monk on the high place said seriously, and his body moved immediately, suspended in the air.

Looking at an old man walking slowly in the distance.

Monk Canglong looked dignified, and sacrificed the silver iron ring around his neck.

Yu Qinghan also supported Pei Xiangyun to stand up slowly, looking at the figure at the end of the street.

An old man in a purple robe, with gray hair and a meaningful smile on his face, said:

"I didn't expect that there was a surprise."

Seeing the expressions of the two monks, Yu Qinghan sensed something was wrong, and asked with a frown:
"what happened?"

"This old man is very strong."

"How strong?"

"The strength is unfathomable, like the vast ocean."

Monk Fuhu replied solemnly.

"run."

The silver ring in Monk Canglong's hand kept getting bigger and was suspended above his head, and then he left such a sentence.

"We stopped him."

(End of this chapter)