Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 189 Nascent Soul Supernatural Powers, Small World Expansion and Upgrade, The Troubled Black Dragon

The Yanzhuang courtyard stands on the guardrail of the carved building on a high place.

Su Li's mother-in-law and Yang Biao were condescending, their gazes were indifferent, they looked at the turbulent street and the flashing rainbow light in the sky, and did not act hastily.

Zhao Huai once told them that someone was targeting Dayan to provoke him this time, and the other party sent a few unpredictable monks outside Nanyu Mansion, as long as he showed up, they would besiege and kill him.

So the task of the two of them is to stop these people.

Granny Su Li's consciousness is boundless, she stared at Xuan Qiong for a long time, and said with a gratified smile:

"With one mind and three purposes, and control three flying swords at the same time, His Royal Highness's talent in swordsmanship is really unparalleled, and he is not far from becoming a saint."

Yang Biao nodded in agreement: "Yes, most of the natal flying swords of sword cultivators in the world use the body as a furnace to nourish the heart, energy and soul to nourish the sword. Six Saints and Nine Sword Immortals, an ordinary swordsman, one sword has already surpassed the sky, and he is a peerless arrogance in controlling three natal flying swords, and can be called a master of swordsmanship.

Rumor has it that in the Middle Ages, the prestigious Sword Master Qing Qiong could control six natal flying swords and kill a ghost emperor in Huangquan with the swords. I don't know where His Highness the Crown Prince can go. "

When the two were amazed at Zhao Huai's swordsmanship talent.

In the clear sky, many invisible golden threads appeared, outlining a tall phantom of a Bodhisattva riding a white elephant, staring indifferently at Zhao Huai who was in midair.

Su Li's mother-in-law and Yang Biao felt the vibration of the space, immediately disappeared in place, and rushed to the scene very quickly.

Apparently there is a Nascent Soul strongman who wants to interfere with the battle.

Grandma Su Li waved her big hand lightly, and a majestic holy figure appeared behind her, stretched out her hand and slapped the Bodhisattva riding a white elephant, catching him by surprise.

"Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, why should you attack a junior?"

Almost instantly, Yang Biao confirmed the opponent's position, and with a sound transmission, majestic magic power emerged from the purple shirt, tearing open the space here, and descended directly to the cliff.

The tall pine forest is divided into two halves by invisible pressure, and the viewing platform looking towards Nanyu Mansion on the cliff is crumbling.

"coming."

The old Bodhisattva seemed to have a sense, and reminded in the direction of the void.

The old monk with meat bun beside him clasped his hands together, and the phantom of the white elephant attacked a certain void again, and the last young Arhat had just reacted.

Obviously they didn't expect that there would be such a strong person in the Great Flame?
Could it be the guardian sent by Xianmen to the secular world?

But after seeing the two people's attires, this idea was quickly dispelled. It couldn't be a Taoist guardian. This aura was completely different from the one coming out of the fairy gate.

The majestic blow of the white elephant's phantom did not force Yang Biao out of the space, but the fist in Yang Biao's hand was shining with holy light, and slammed down on the weakest Arhat.

With Huang Huang's punch, the wind sounded like a tiger roaring, with an astonishing posture, hundreds of times of tempering, without a single extra movement, just for killing people.

The old monk Rouji narrowed his eyes, and the phantom of the white elephant scattered and condensed, appearing in front of him, just in time to block the blow.

The red-robed eminent monk Arhat, who had just entered the Nascent Soul, was still in a cold sweat from the shock of this punch.

"Amitabha, sin is sin."

The old monk Rouji noticed that the person's cultivation should not be underestimated, and reminded him aloud: "You two really want to keep this kid safe?"

"The general of the Great Yan, lives for the Great Yan, and dies for the Great Yan."

Yang Biao's expression was not angry but majestic, like an ascetic monk who had practiced for many years, standing on the top of the pine forest, his purple gown fluttering in the wind.

"The former general of Yanzu didn't die, it's so strange."

A black snake appeared on the back of the Bodhisattva old woman's hand at some point, and while the snake was hesitating, the old woman threw it out with her big hand.

"Fizz!"

The blue snake instantly turned into a giant python, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed it in the direction of the pine forest.

A silent sword qi shot out from the forest, passing by, drifting slightly, the chill flowed, icy and frosty, and the sky in July and August turned into winter and December in an instant.

Jian Qi met the enlarged Cang Snake face to face.

The cold sword intent froze the snake into an ice sculpture, and it shattered in the blink of an eye, leaving blood scum all over the ground.

Granny Su Li slowly walked out of the pine forest, the cinnabar between her brows glowed faintly, which was the source of the cold air.

"Hehe, I heard that hundreds of years ago in the Guanghan Sect, there was a great figure named Frost Saintess, who was good at wielding the Ice Soul Sword Qi. In the end, she lost a bet and became the head of Yanzu's twelve sword servants. I didn't expect that now , is already so old."

Granny Su Li's complexion did not change, her voice was old, and she said calmly: "Time does not forgive people, and you Green Snake Bodhisattva will not be much better."

The old woman smiled without saying a word, and grabbed it with five fingers, just now the ice slag was scattered on the ground, and the blue mana evaporated and returned to her hand.

The mana was entangled like a silk thread, and a black snake appeared on the back of her hand intact.

It turned out that the snake was just the incarnation of ideas, not a real thing.

After a monk reaches the Nascent Soul Realm, the Dao has just been completed, and he comprehends the laws of heaven and earth on his own. The battle is the mastery and proficiency of the laws.

Mana can be transformed into various methods. Even if you don't have magic weapons and weapons in your hands, and you don't use supernatural powers, you can still use the power of laws to exert impressive power.

"Ding!"

A clash of weapons came from the sky, attracting the attention of several people.

"It seems that the winner will be decided."

The young Arhat glanced at the sky and frowned.

Yang Biao jumped down from the pine tree and snorted coldly: "Think you can deal with my Dayan by uniting with the Demon Sect? I don't know what is good or bad, how can His Royal Highness be compared to you monster monks in Xizhou?"

at the same time.

Zhao Huai controlled the three flying swords and had cut off the fifth magic weapon.

The demon disciples in front of him did not dare to use the magic weapon, because as long as they activated the magic weapon, they would be split in two by the black long sword.

This play is too reckless.

Their wealth is not rich, and finding a suitable magic weapon can already empty out most of their property, so they are cut off like this, so naturally they feel distressed.

Without the blessing of the magic weapon, Zhao Huai felt more relaxed and comfortable facing the group of Golden Core monks.

"Shh!"

The sword light flashed, and the dark green fairy sword passed through like a white rainbow, sealing its throat with one sword.

A demon disciple fell from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Huai stepped on the returning dark green flying sword, and quickly threw Yusha, with a black light bewitching his soul, and killed a rather attractive female disciple.

The female disciple of the demon sect shrank her pupils, she was very frightened, and quickly sacrificed a cloud-colored long whip, trying to bind the flying sword in front of her.

But the solid long whip was cut open by Yu Sha's sword, and she was also nailed to the wall of a waterfall by the flying sword, with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth.

"Help."

She murmured weakly, and asked for help from other disciples, only to hear a "clank", but unfortunately there was a bloodstain on her snow-white neck.

Zhao Huai raised his hand to catch it, and took the red rusty sword. He glanced at the female disciple who lowered her head, her expression calm.

Before the jet-black Yusha returned, the red rusty swords were constantly circulating around, resisting the attacks from the side, and calmly responded to the enemy.

His three flying swords worked in an orderly manner.

Yujian flies, attacks, defends, and switches in turn, and so on.

Within a quarter of an hour, more than a dozen demon disciples were quickly beheaded to death.

The three flying swords were all stained red with blood.

With a tap of the finger, the blade buzzed lightly, shaking off the attached blood stains.

Zhao Huai took a breath, took out a bottle of Yangshen Pill prepared in advance from Xuanjie, and swallowed it to circulate the mana.

Controlling the three flying swords is powerful, and the trinity of attack, defense, and pursuit can be called a hexagonal warrior.

But it is also a kind of test for the sword cultivator itself, the mana on his body is drained very quickly, and at the same time his mental power is also consumed a lot.

This is the first time he has used three flying swords to fend off the enemy, and it can be said that he has gained a lot.

Just as he was recuperating, fluctuations appeared in his consciousness.

Looking up, a golden palm strike from the sky hit him.

"Your uncle, sneak attack again?"

Just as Zhao Huai complained, he held his breath, and the three flying swords shot out, forming a series of sword arrays.

blocked the top of the head.

The two forces collided, and the moment Zhao Huai made contact, he felt an extremely powerful force attacking him.

The body fell backwards at an uncontrollable speed.

The half-empty fresh air was poured into the mouth, which was very sour.

Zhao Huai thought deeply and said to himself.

"Jian Yi, watch the sun."

The red rust sword broke free from the sword array and was held by Zhao Huai.

The vision of Jinyang burst out, and the dazzling red light turned into countless swords flowing out.

Weave into a big net and kill the enemies in the air.

A red-robed eminent monk with his solid arms jumped, his golden eyes jumped, and he slapped with one hand, shattering the sword energy in the sky, and drove Zhao Huai into the mountain forest.

He is the young arhat standing behind the two bodhisattvas.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Huai's body smashed through many pine needle forests, and finally fell into a deep and bitterly cold pool. When he looked up, he could see the waterfall of white flowers flowing down.

The red-robed eminent monk landed calmly, glanced at the big lake in the mountain, and made sure that the two Bodhisattvas could hold back the powerful flame general. He made ten with one hand, and said in a deep voice:
"Under the order of the princess, kill Prince Dayan, my Buddha is merciful, please die."

But there was no response, but the red-robed eminent monk was sure that Prince Dayan was in the pool.

Suddenly, the sound of gurgling bubbles came from the cold pool.

"Whoa!"

A ten-meter-long column of water surged out like a monstrous waterspout, rushing towards the eminent monk Arhat.

The red-robed eminent monk calmly made ten with both hands, twisted up a bracelet made of 32 Buddhist beads, and chanted in his mouth.

Soon, a shield covered with golden Buddhist inscriptions emerged on his body.

Resist the scouring force of the waterspout.

At this moment, a figure in white clothes like dust stepped on the water surface, took a step forward, and rolled his fists, only afterimages could be seen after the fist moves.

"Luoshui boxing technique."

Zhao Huai let out a soft drink, and punched out with both fists, the wind pierced his ears.

In an instant, the water of the waterfall turned into a long rolling river, majestic and straight down.

At this moment, he was slightly settled.

Knowing that Grandma Su Li and Yang Biao had already fought against the mighty warriors of the Shenluo Empire, this one in front of him was coming towards him.

Facing monks in the Nascent Soul Realm, you must not be careless. You cannot practice swords like you did just now. You must go all out.

Seeing the river of fists coming, the eminent monk in red robe squinted his eyes, and immediately sat cross-legged and recited scriptures.

The body gradually floated up, and the dazzling Buddha light burst out from the body.

The Buddhist inscriptions the size of a fly's foot and lower case are lifelike, as if they have come to life, and a string of words are blocked in front of him, no matter how the river of fists washes them, they can't move a bit.

None of the monks who can cultivate to Nascent Soul is an idler.

Enshrined in the Tianmo Palace, the elders of the Xianmen, and the Buddhist arhats, which one is not a gifted existence in youth.

"Om."

Zhao Huai reached out his palm to catch it, and the black Yusha took it. He looked at the eminent monk in front of him quite solemnly.

There is really no way to take him for a while.

The sword one just cast was also broken by him immediately.

It seems that there is undoubtedly a huge gap between Jindan and Yuanying.

It's not as simple as Jindan and Jiji crossing the border.

Cultivator Nascent Soul is responsible for the Dao Law, even if he doesn't know much, it is absolutely easy to deal with Cultivator of Golden Core.

At this time, he noticed the ringing of Xuanjie.

Taking out the treasure mirror of the wheel world, Zhao Huai's mind came through the sound transmission.

"Boy, let me out, I can swallow this guy in one bite."

The dull, buzzing voice was extremely familiar, it was the emperor of the monsters in the illusory South Sea, the taboo black dragon.

Zhao Huai snorted coldly and said, "I don't know about your little Jiujiu, so if I let you out, would I just run away? Treat me like a fool."

"Have a backbone, but don't blame me for not reminding you, if you die, I can also get out of trouble, I hope you won't regret it."

The black dragon's huge body is located in the small world, and he sneered directly.

"Also, your small world seems to be expanding and upgrading, are you sure you don't want to come in and take a look?"

Zhao Huai's face darkened.

At this moment, he didn't have the time to pay attention to him, so he raised Yu Sha instantly to resist the palm of the red-robed eminent monk.

This palm is full of golden light, dragons and tigers sing together, full of Buddha nature.

It seems that it is more powerful than Luoshui boxing.

As soon as Zhao Huai thought this way, a villain appeared in his mind, waving his palm continuously, and gradually, he was still making up for the vacant part.

"I see."

Zhao Huai was overjoyed, he almost forgot about this.

Immediately, his eyes focused and he became serious.

The golden core is as bright as the sun, and the mana gushes out crazily, transforming into a vision of a dragon and a tiger.

"Roar!"

"Ow!"

"Palm out!"

The phantom of the golden dragon and tiger manifested from Zhao Huai's body, shouted loudly, and pushed with both palms.

In an instant, the red-robed monk's face changed slightly, and he felt a strong impact coming up.

Make him have to back away.

"boom!"

The red-robed monk's eyes were full of shock, and he asked:
"Where did you learn the dragon and tiger vajra palm taught by my sorceress?"

"Just learned."

Zhao Huai said with a smile.

Hearing this, the red-robed eminent monk's expression was very ugly, and he felt that the other party was teasing him.

Are you kidding me, Dragon and Tiger Vajra Palm is the untold secret of the Goddess Sacred Religion, only monks above the Arhats are eligible to learn it, how could it be learned in an instant.

This must have been learned by the other party from the teaching.

The red-robed monk immediately shouted angrily:
"Steal my sorceress's unique skills, damn it!"

Just when he was furious and wanted to use more powerful supernatural powers to kill Zhao Huai.

Two streamers of light appeared in the sky.

A long black stick appeared first, repelling the red-robed eminent monk, and no one waved it in the air, hitting him.

The eminent monk in red robe sensed the two breaths, his expression became serious, he twirled the beads and turned them around.

"The sorceress is in power and saves all living beings. If she doesn't return, the gods will punish her."

The shadow of the Buddha is like a note, shining all over the sky.

"Ring Ling!"

A crisp bell sound came.

The breath of the red-robed eminent monk suddenly weakened, and his body flew out inexplicably, hitting the huge rock.

Zhao Huai looked up.

A woman dressed in black gauze and silver was found standing on the waterfall with a golden bell in her hand, and her jade feet without shoes and socks were stepping on the water, unaffected by the running water at all.

In addition, a fat young monk carried a long black stick on his shoulders, stepped on a floating cloud, and floated in the air.

A man and a woman spoke one after another:

"East Sea Altar, grandson of General Yan, Zhou Ping."

"Nanzhou altar, the new Yan general, Dongfang Xuan."

(End of this chapter)