Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Think clearly that Buddhism is practicing the strategy of dividing the inside and the outside, and then destroying them.
Kun Yu realized that the outer sea monster tribe could not be saved, and he couldn't help but regret it.

If I had known earlier, I should have listened to my uncle and withdrawn the monsters from the outer sea, built a strong defense and cleared the countryside, concentrating our forces on the inner sea and waiting for my father to return.

"Gather our troops and follow me into battle!"

Kun Yu suppressed the regret in his heart, gathered his troops, and came to the junction of the inner and outer seas. He saw from afar that most of the garrison troops from various departments of Beiming Palace had already arrived, lined up in neat battle array, with swords and spears shining coldly, and a murderous atmosphere.

The troops from various units used numerous large formations to attack the endless golden and yellow fog.

Billions of demons and immortals formed various ferocious formations with unparalleled power and operated together, and thunder roared in the void.

The North Sea shook, and suddenly a black evil wind blew up from nowhere, freezing the cold water into evil ice, roaring all over the sky.

Xuansha howled, icebergs collided, the cold water of the North Sea surged up, and the waves were ten thousand feet high, like a landslide. All kinds of fierce magical powers, magic weapons and divine thunders covered the sky and hit the yellow fog.

But no matter how fierce the attack was, it would disappear into thin air upon landing on the yellow fog, the ice would melt into water, the cold water would flow into the ocean, and everything would be calm and peaceful without any waves.

"Can you tell where this golden light comes from?"

Kun Yu stood at the bow of the treasure boat that was used to cross the sea, and looked at the golden and yellow mist from afar.

At his side, there was a burly demon fairy wearing thick armor and with an eye on his forehead. The middle eye opened and closed, emitting wisps of dim divine light, spying on the reality of the golden and yellow mist.

On the treasure boat for crossing the sea, there were also demon fairies and demon kings who controlled the peeping mirrors on the treasure boat and shone them towards the yellow fog.

"Your Highness, this golden light seems to be transformed from a magic weapon!" said the fairy with some uncertainty.

magic weapon!?
Kun Yu frowned upon hearing this and looked towards the seven or eight figures in the distance who were fighting against the golden light and yellow mist.

These people are all ancient demon gods who stayed in Beiming Palace. They are all Daluo people and are all disciples of his grandfather. When he meets them, he has to respectfully call them uncles and senior brothers.

He knew that these uncles and aunts had great magical powers, especially the Taoist Tianqin who was in the lead. Even if he was his own father, he could not defeat him without using the River Map and Luoshu.

What kind of magic weapon is it that even he and his men working together cannot break it?

"Amitabha, this monster does have some magical powers!"

The Eight-Part Pagoda hangs high, emitting rays of golden Buddha light. Auspicious clouds and golden mist rise around it, and eight old dragons can be vaguely seen shuttling back and forth among them, with the dragon balls under their jaws emitting a faint and boundless light.

Kun Yu was shocked at the stubbornness and tenacity of the golden light and yellow mist. Beyond the golden light, Lingji Bodhisattva sitting on the cloud was also shocked at the profound methods of the demon master's disciples and the strange magical powers of the ancient demons.

If the Dragon Kings had not brought with them innate spiritual treasures such as the Eight-Part Pagoda, the formation that blocked the North Sea would have been broken by all kinds of magical powers.

The reason why the Buddhas did not destroy the Beiming Palace directly was because

It's not that they are afraid of the Taoist Tianqin and the hundreds of millions of demon soldiers who stayed behind in Beiming Palace, but the magic restrictions left by the demon master Kunpeng are too powerful.

In the ancient demon court, Kunpeng taught the demons and helped the Demon King and the Demon Emperor to clean up the demon court and evolve the Zhoutian Xingdou formation.

His attainments in formations are among the top five in the entire Jambu.

Not to mention, after the war between wizards and liches, he took control of the River Map and the Luoshu, two innate magic treasures that symbolized the art of formation and calculation, and brought him countless calamities.

A master of formations like this, the great Hunyuan, has set up countless powerful prohibitions and magic spells in the area billions of miles around the Beiming Palace.

Its lair is so dangerous that even a few saints and leaders would have to be extra careful if they came.

This is also the reason why Lingji Bodhisattva, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Kings, Baoshu King Buddha and others only blocked billions of miles around Beiming Palace, but did not dare to step into the forbidden area and fight against the monsters in Beiming Palace.

Bodhisattva Lingji looked inward with his Dharma eyes, and suddenly his gaze fell on the three thousand treasure ships crossing the sea. He looked fixedly at Kunyu who was standing on the bow.

"Amitabha! Could the donor be Prince Kunyu in person?" A voice sounded beside Kunyu's ears.

Kun Yu frowned and looked beyond the golden light and yellow mist, knowing that someone with great supernatural powers was communicating with him through the Buddhist telepathy.

"It's me! Who are you? Why are you hiding your head and showing your tail? Are you afraid to come out and see people?"

Kun Yu stood at the bow, secretly raising the Heavenly Demon Transformation Banner, and at the same time winked at his men beside him.

"Your Highness, don't worry. This old monk has no ill intentions. I just see that Your Highness has a deep affinity with Buddhism, so I want to establish a bond with Your Highness and help Your Highness through the sea of ​​suffering!"

Lingji Bodhisattva sits on a lotus platform with his brows lowered and a compassionate look on his face.

Kun Yu smiled and said, "You want to save me? I think you want to use the emperor to control the princes, and you want to use me to threaten my father."

"Donor, you have misunderstood. You and I have no hatred. It is your father, Emperor Bei Ming, who wants to make things difficult for our Buddhist sect. This old monk will not make things difficult for you. I just want you to follow me back to Lingshan for a few years to resolve this cause and effect!"

"I'm standing here, just come on! Let's see if you have the ability!" Kun Yu looked straight at the sky shrouded in yellow fog and said provocatively.

"In that case, Your Highness, please do not blame me for being rude!"

Lingji Bodhisattva’s mind turned, and he took out the flying dragon Zen staff in his hand.

Boom! !

The moment the flying dragon Zen stick escaped, it shook its head and tail, transformed into a ten-thousand-mile-long dragon, and dived straight into the golden light transformed by the Eight-Part Pagoda. It stretched out its dragon claws and grabbed Kunyu who was standing proudly on the bow of the treasure ship crossing the sea.

"Be bold!"

When Taoist Tianqin saw the long dragon rushing towards Kunyu, he shouted loudly and chanted a magic spell. A burst of magic fire turned into a bird that covered the sky, and its huge body was looming among the rolling smoke and clouds.

The bird flew straight into the sky, fighting with the flying dragon transformed by the Zen staff. The two giants fought fiercely in the sky, and the void was shattered.
The flying dragon staff in Lingji Bodhisattva's hand was given to him by the Buddha Tathagata when he attained enlightenment.

Before the Buddha Tathagata became a monk, he was the chief disciple of the Sage Tongtian, and his Taoist name was Duobao.

The reason for this Taoist name is that he has collected many innate spiritual treasures and holy weapons of heaven and earth since the ancient times, so people call him Duobao Taoist.

He simply took this Taoist name, and when he was in charge of Lingshan, he bestowed many magical weapons on Bodhisattvas and Buddhas.

The golden bowl in Fahai's hand, the Zen staff in Lingji Bodhisattva's hand, and the wind-fixing beads were all given by him. Lingji Bodhisattva's flying dragon Zen staff is also an innate spiritual treasure. The dragon it transforms into is naturally more powerful than the demon bird evolved by Tianqin Taoist.

Taoist Tianqin seemed to know the power of the Flying Dragon Zen Staff and realized that the demon bird he had summoned could not resist, so he quickly pointed with his hand.

A goose egg-sized emerald green bead burst out from the clouds above his head. The bead hung high in the sky, emitting a bright green light that illuminated the entire northern sea.

The green light fell on the demon bird, and the feathers on the demon bird were immediately covered with a layer of dark green demon fire.
The dragon transformed by the flying dragon Zen staff was entangled with the evil bird and was contaminated by the evil fire.
The dark green flame was like a maggot on the bone, entangled in it and could not be shaken off.

The demon bird was helped by these forbidden magic, but the long dragon transformed by the Flying Dragon Zen Staff was tormented by the evil wind and magic fire, and for a while they were evenly matched.

Seeing that the Feilong Zen Staff was blocked, Lingji Bodhisattva did not want to miss the opportunity, so he spread out his palms and displayed the magical power of the Buddha Kingdom in his palm. In the golden light, a huge Buddha's palm stretched out and reached straight towards Kunyu.

From the side, a ray of sword light shot out, faster than lightning, and stabbed straight at the Buddha's palm that was extended by Lingji Bodhisattva.

The sword light turned into thousands of crystal threads, either entwining or stabbing.
Lingji Bodhisattva only felt a sharp pain in his palm like a needle piercing his body. He suddenly stood up from the lotus platform, and his huge Buddha palm trembled.
"Amitabha! Lingji Bodhisattva, let me lend you a helping hand!" The Treasure Tree King Buddha, who was sitting nearby, saw Lingji Bodhisattva in pain and lowered his eyes to look at Tianqin Taoist.

He swung his staff, and in the golden mist, a fist-sized relic shone brightly, and the golden lotus petals scattered, turning into billowing Buddha flames, burning towards the sword-like crystal light wrapped around the palm of Lingji Bodhisattva.
When the rolling Buddha's flame came into contact with the crystal light of the sword, it was like fire burning a spider web, and countless sword lights were burned into pieces by the Buddha's flame.

Seeing this scene, Taoist Tianqin hurriedly opened his mouth and spit out a breath of vital energy that fell on the green bead above his head. The bead instantly turned into a black cloud tens of thousands of miles in size, which held up the falling Buddha's palm while also blocking the falling Buddha's fire.

Taoist Tianqin is the most favored disciple of the demon master Kunpeng and a famous demon god in ancient times. He has powerful magic. Neither Lingji Bodhisattva nor Baoshuwang Buddha is inferior to him.

Taoist Tianqin fought against two people alone and stopped Lingji Bodhisattva and Baoshuwang Buddha.

Seeing that their senior brother was being besieged, several other demon gods also took action. One of the demon gods roared, rubbed his hands, and a ball of green light rushed up, and a divine thunder with infinite power blasted straight towards the Buddha kingdom in the palm of Lingji Bodhisattva.

Billions of lightning bolts exploded, and the emerald green lightning bolts rushed around the huge palm.

Boom boom boom boom boom The huge vibration spread across billions of miles of the Northern Ocean. The Buddha Kingdom in the palm of the hand that Lingji Bodhisattva sacrificed was hit by the divine thunder, and the Buddha's light dimmed.
When Lingji Bodhisattva and Ratnakshūra King Buddha were fighting against a group of monsters in the North Sea.

The God of Wealth and the Bodhisattva of Purification of the Altar divided their forces into two groups. One group was led by the Bodhisattva of Purification of the Altar and the Buddhist navy, and they charged towards the inland sea from the bottom of the North Sea.

The Lord of Heaven, Vaisravana, appointed thirty-six celestial generals and guardians as the vanguard, each leading a million soldiers, to form a pincer attack and advance rapidly towards the inner sea of ​​the North Sea.

Even though there is a no-fly formation in the North Sea, the Buddhist monks and soldier monks are all well-trained and proficient in the art of flying. It would be an underestimation to say that they can travel thousands of miles a day.

The God of Wealth marched northwards, destroying hundreds of demon islands and killing tens of millions of demons. Wherever his army went, the demons fled in panic.

Along the way, there were demons who wanted to resist and took up positions to fight against the Buddhist army, but they were all like a mantis trying to stop a chariot and were all crushed.

Because Ma Shangfeng caught the eye of the God of Wealth, he was awarded a small flag officer as a vanguard and followed the army into the war.

The north wind was howling, and heavy snow was drifting. Ma Shangfeng stood on the ice, looking at the vast expanse of white in front of him, and knocked the handle of the sword in his hand on the ice.

He exclaimed in amazement: "Is this ice harder than iron? My sword is also a magical weapon. Not to mention ice, even a rock would turn into powder if it was hit. The magical powers of these eight heavenly dragons are amazing!"

The guardian Vajra beside him heard this and said, "The ability to control the clouds and rain is the natural magical power of the dragon race. Not to mention that these dragons are all enlightened by the Buddha, so they have infinite magical powers!"

Ma Shangfeng nodded when he heard this, but a hint of disapproval flashed across his eyes.
Supernatural powers are supernatural powers. These monks are really nosy about anything that happens to Guan Foyin. They even interfere with his drinking and eating meat, forcing him to drink in secret.

He didn't see that the officials were eating and drinking lavishly in their mansions and didn't know how to feel sorry for their subordinates. Don't blame this general for betraying you. You are really not human beings.

"Buzz buzz buzz—Warning, warning, the front is entering the firing range of the floating turret, please be careful to avoid it!"

Ma Shangfeng wrapped his robe around him, looked back in the direction of the central army, and as he was muttering to himself, suddenly a familiar prompt sound rang in his ears.

"Floating turret!" Ma Shangfeng was startled, "looking" at the prompt panel that appeared deep in his soul.

A blood-red prompt appeared on the prompt panel.

"It has been detected that the Reincarnation Warrior has entered the attack range of the floating turret. The enemy identification code has been activated. Please pay attention to avoid it and evacuate the floating turret shooting area in time!"

Before Ma Shangfeng understood what was going on, in the heavy snowstorm in front of him, the road was almost invisible, the heavy snow flakes were falling, and some crystal snowflakes...

Blue lights invisible to the naked eye emerge
“Battlefield Environment Detection

Extreme cold conditions detected.

Simulated tactical strike completed, optimal solution, cold attack!
The ancient frost giant simulates the frost control godhood, and the first wave of cold air attacks begins! "

"Hiss! Hehehe - why is it getting colder the further north we go? What's wrong with these Eight Heavenly Dragons? The temperature is dropping so fast!"

The north wind howled, the cold air came, and the temperature dropped suddenly. Even the accomplished Buddhist monks and Dharma protectors felt the bone-chilling cold, and their teeth could not help but tremble.
Many Buddhist soldiers had to use more Buddhist light and magic power to protect their bodies and block the penetrating cold.

The falling snowflakes were melted by the Buddha's light around them before they could even land on them, turning into billowing white steam.

The white steam was blown by the bone-chilling wind from the North Sea, and immediately condensed into hail, smashing down on the monks and guardians.
The hailstones were melted away again by the protective Buddha light of these Buddha soldiers, and this cycle repeated itself.
As the white mist rose and changed, some medicinal powders that came from the outer heaven and a certain evil organization, the Heavenly Doctor Hall, unknowingly entered the bodies of some Buddhist Vajra and guardian angels who thought they had strong bodies and were not afraid of the severe cold.

These medicinal powders are certainly not poisons. On the contrary, they are tonics that are beneficial to the body. Naturally, they would not arouse the vigilance of these monks. It's just that these medicinal powders have some side effects.

For example, these powders can increase mana, but during the attack, the mana will be slightly slowed down.
These powders can strengthen the body, but while the drug is taking effect, the user's nerve reaction speed and muscle control will decrease by 0.3%.

Under normal circumstances, this side effect is naturally insignificant, but in a combat situation, 3/1000 can be fatal.

It’s like if you step on a landmine.

When walking on the snow, few people would care about the snowflakes under their feet. Even if they used the Buddha's light to protect their bodies, few would even protect the soles of their shoes, not to mention that there was ice under their feet.

Of course, there are also those who can display their magical powers, fly without touching the ground, and have lotus flowers bloom with every step. After all, the forbidden air defense laws of the Beiming Sea are maintained at a height of more than a hundred feet, so flying at low altitude is nothing.

They marched for ten days and nights continuously, fighting against demons and monsters, and had to endure the erosion of the surrounding cold air. After all, many of the Buddhist soldiers were not successful arhats, so it was inevitable that they lacked magical powers.

In order to conserve their magic power, they could only walk on the ice and snow. Fortunately, for them, even if the snow was a few feet thick, they could walk without leaving any footprints.

It was just some tiny, invisible things that stuck to the soles of their feet along with the snow the moment they stepped on their cloth shoes.

(End of this chapter)