The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Fahai's eyes showed anger, and after snorting coldly, a Buddha seal appeared in the air and hit the white snake hard.

There was a solemn look in Song Xing's eyes, and he pointed his finger, and a white light suddenly rose from the bottom of the lake.

This white light is not an ordinary light, but is composed of pure sword energy.

The sword energy was as sharp as a swimming dragon. It cut through Fahai's Buddha seal in an instant and came to him.

Fahai seemed a little surprised: "Sword cultivator!"

In this world with abundant spiritual energy and divine manifestations, the existence of cultivators is not a secret.

Eliminating the false and retaining the true, and using the false to cultivate the true, is the way to personal evolution!

In the world of spiritual practice, everyone has different motivations for practice. Hobby, power, safety, freedom, immortality, and exploration are all motivations for everyone's practice.

Cultivation is the "Tao", spirit, culture, thought and way of life.

However, cultivation is difficult. For various reasons, some cultivators give up cultivating and instead pursue enjoying life, pursuing branching out, pursuing glory, wealth, sensuality, and worldly power... Such cultivators are called "worm cultivators" .

Cultivators can be divided into five "sects": the Wenxiu Sect, the Martial Arts Sect, the Bliss Sect, the Ascetic Sect, and the Shou Jie Sect.

Sword cultivators belong to the most special line of practitioners in the martial arts sect.

The first tenet of sword cultivation is to "rather take the straight path rather than seek the crooked path"!
For sword cultivators, pure cultivation is the way to accumulate abilities, and fighting is the way to breakthrough abilities.

During battle, life and death, the six forces of personal desire, emotion, reason, will, movement, and aura activity are highly integrated, which is called "Liuhe".

Born by the sword, died by the sword, life is only about the sword, the sword is where the person is, the sword dies and the person dies.

Only the sword, only the heart, only me!

Therefore, among practitioners in this world and in the same realm, when it comes to combat effectiveness, sword cultivators definitely far surpass other practitioners.

When Fa Hai realized that Song Xing standing in front of him was a sword cultivator, his expression suddenly changed.

Facing the light of Song Xing's slashing sword, Fa Hai retreated sharply, a majestic energy spurted out from his body, and the golden light in front of him blazed, forming an indestructible shield in an instant.

A crisp crash echoed through the bottom of the lake.

Fahai looked in disbelief. The protective shield formed by the powerful Buddhist power he had cultivated for hundreds of years was on the verge of falling apart under Song Xing's sword, and was almost broken by the sword!
Fahai's face darkened, he held the Buddha's seal in his hand and smacked it forward.

boom!
Two violent forces collided together.

The huge explosion shock wave swept across the lake, setting off thousands of waves, and the entire lake swayed violently. A water wall tens of meters high even appeared on the lake. The soldiers surrounding the West Lake in the distance were stunned.

"Fairy, monster?"

"Zen Master Fahai of Jinguang Temple is indeed a holy monk with great power. He subdued monsters under the West Lake!"

"There are three monsters at the bottom of the West Lake. Will Zen Master Fahai be their opponent?"

On the shore, many ordinary people made assumptions after seeing what happened, but most of them were nervous and worried.

Bottom of West Lake.

Song Xing's sword failed to break the shield, his face darkened, he swung his sword again and slashed it down.

The sound of the sword shook the sky, and the light of the sword was like a rainbow.

"Amitabha!" Fa Hai shouted, tapped his right foot on the ground, and jumped into the air to avoid this terrifying sword.

The sword energy failed and fell on the water, triggering hundreds of feet of water waves. The entire lake was stirred, and countless fish, shrimps and duckweeds were rolled up and splashed in all directions.

"Amitabha, the Taoist master is good at swordsmanship, which is the only thing this poor monk has ever seen in his life!"

Fa Hai was suspended in mid-air, and a big golden hand appeared out of thin air. Holding a golden alms bowl in his palm, he slowly pressed it down.

A huge bell sounded like a bell at the bottom of the lake, spreading around.Immediately, wisps of Sanskrit sounds that could not be detected by the naked eye sounded, reverberating throughout the bottom of the lake, causing the eardrums of the Qingwu Er Yao who collapsed at the bottom of the lake to tingle. He covered his head with his hands and screamed.

Song Xing's face was expressionless, and a pale golden light bloomed all over his body to protect himself.

At the same time, a strange resonance suddenly occurred in the void, and the golden bowl suddenly expanded and became extremely huge, suppressing it like a hill.

Song Xing raised his brows, the veins on his left arm pulsated, and a fierce sword was released from his hand.

The sword's steel swelled in the wind, turning into a length of a hundred feet, whistling and killing.

clang!
The sword gang and the huge golden bowl collided together, making a deafening collision sound.

The sound waves spread out in circles, shaking the surrounding lake surface. Endless fish, shrimps and duckweeds floated up, and were shattered into powder by the sound waves.

Countless cracks appeared on the bottom of the lake, like spider webs. Under the impact, White Snake's huge water palace was teetering on the verge of collapse.

"So strong!"

Song Xing's eyes flashed. The golden bowl given by the Buddha was indeed extraordinary. It actually blocked his sword easily.

A golden light flashed in Fahai's eyes, and he saw the water palace collapse behind him. He flicked his sleeves, and a golden light flashed in the water palace the next second. He carried an unconscious young man and rushed out of the water first, landing on the shore of the West Lake.

It was Xi Xuanzan who was captured by White Snake.

"The Zen master has no time to take care of himself, but he can still think of saving others, I admire him!"

Amidst Song Xing's chuckle, the endless waves at the bottom of the lake burned like flames.

Endless water vapor rose and gathered into a thick black cloud in mid-air. In the black cloud, electric snakes danced wildly, making thunderous sounds.

A black shadow loomed in the thick fog, quickly approaching Fahai.

"Amitabha!"

Fa Hai recited a Buddha's name, and golden light burst out from behind him, turning into a golden wheel and covering his body.

The golden light shines and the golden wheel spins slowly, canceling out all attacks.

Song Xing's sword energy struck it, but it made a loud clanging sound and could not leave even the slightest trace.

On the golden wheel, a sharp golden light flashed across and fell on Song Xing in an instant.

laugh!
Song Xing's clothes were torn, exposing his skin, and flashes of golden light struck him, blocking Fa Hai's attack.

"The donor has such profound attainments in swordsmanship, the poor monk has learned from it!" Fa Hai said, stretching out a big dry hand to shake Song Xing's hand.

hum!
With a tremor, a golden Zen staff appeared on Song Xing's head.

The top of the Zen staff is inlaid with a golden gem the size of a fist, which shines in the sun and releases dazzling light.

Song Xing raised his head and looked coldly at the Zen staff above his head, which was transformed by the Buddha's power from Fahai, and slowly fell down. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the clouds above the West Lake became thicker and thicker.

"Jiutian Xuansha, turned into divine thunder. Huanghuang Tianwei, lead it with a sword!"

The blue color of the sky instantly spread over the West Lake. A huge and deep dark vortex rotated rapidly in the sky, with lightning flashing and thundering, and the wind howling.

An inexplicable and terrifying aura of destruction filled the entire West Lake.

At this moment, even Fa Hai, who was far away at the bottom of the lake, felt his heart palpitate. He raised his head instantly and cast his gaze across the endless lake to the distant sky.

Click!

At this moment, a huge thunderbolt that could pierce the sky struck down with devastating power.

Passing through the bottom of the West Lake, before Fa Hai could react, he landed on the purple and gold alms bowl above his head! (End of chapter)