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Chapter 775: The river comes up with a sword from the sky, the Buddha’s voice stops and the bronze bell is broken
Everyone at Yanming Lake was still in absolute shock, so they had no reaction to Ning Que's actions and had no time to think about what his action meant.

Buddha Sect Qinian looked at Sangsang, who was pale in the light of the Buddha, and was shocked and speechless.

Even though he was ringing the bell, he did not expect that the truth revealed by the Bon Lan Bell would actually be this. He left Xuankong Temple and set foot in the world of mortals, and came to Chang'an. All the preparations he made were for Ning Que. He firmly believed that the son of Hades was... Ning Que, where did he think of Sang Sang?
The one who was even more shocked was Cheng Lixue. As the head of the Tianyu Department of Xiling Temple, his face turned whiter than his eyebrows, without a trace of blood. He couldn't figure out how the daughter of Guangming recognized by Xiling Temple could Suddenly she became the daughter of Hades.

Daughter of Hades, what does that mean?
Compared with this incident, no one cares about Ning Que's obsession with evil. Although the Demon Sect has withered for many years, practitioners who become obsessed with it are still common. However, Sangsang, the successor recognized by the Great Priest of Light, has become the person who destroyed the world. the root of?
The Buddha's light falls from the sky, looking extremely majestic and beautiful.
The big black umbrella unfolded above Sangsang's head.

The Buddha's light collides with the greasy black umbrella surface and scatters in all directions. The picture is extremely beautiful and thrilling.

For some reason, the Buddha's light failed to penetrate the umbrella and spattered like ordinary light rain.

It's just that the Buddha's light is vast and infinite, and the amount visible to the human eye cannot be compared to an autumn rain. It is more like a waterfall made of countless rays of light, constantly falling towards the big black umbrella.

The big black umbrella is like a black stone in a waterfall. It is constantly washed and impacted by the Buddha's light. No matter how stable and strong it is, it gradually begins to feel trembling and uneasy.

Ning Que's right hand holding the handle of the umbrella trembled slightly. He didn't feel the majestic power coming from the handle, but he clearly felt the terrifying power outside the umbrella. Every bone in his body began to creak. .

What is even more disturbing is that the oil and dust on the big black umbrella that have not been washed away by rain for more than ten years are becoming thinner under the washing of Buddha's light, and it seems that they will eventually be eroded into null.

Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back, and Sangsang leaned on his back with her head lowered. The little girl was pale and weak, but she habitually stretched out her hands to help him just like she did when he carried her in the cold rain many years ago. He held up his umbrella.

But soon the exclamations started again, and people discovered something magical again.

Ning Que didn't speak, but his eyes were cold and stern, full of danger.

Because of the shock, the Bon bell in Qinian's fingers stopped. The bell was still reverberating, but the crisp ringtone gradually disappeared without a trace.

The vast Buddha's light seemed to be able to sense his position. To be more precise, it could sense the position of Sangsang holding the big black umbrella and move with his footsteps.

That day in Lao Bizhai, Ning Que and Sang Sang thanked Xu Xin, but Xu Xin said that they didn't need to thank him too much, because they might hate him in the future.

Sangsang took the big black umbrella over. Miraculously, when the big black umbrella entered her hands, it suddenly became much more stable than before, and seemed to be able to withstand more washes of Buddha's light.

Ning Que kept walking, but could not get out of the Buddha's light.

He held the simple sword across his chest and the iron bow and quiver behind him, expressionlessly looking at the people who would pass by in the path.

Ning Que carried Sang Sang on his back and walked towards Chang'an City.

Ning Que walked silently, and he saw Xu Xin not far from Qi Nian. According to his path, the three people would bump into each other, but Xu Xin did not get out of the way.

Some big shots in Chang'an City subconsciously did not want to make eye contact with Ning Que, so they all moved out of the way.

"You want to block my way?"

Ning Que and Sang Sang both understood what Xu Xin said.

Ning Que was silent as he watched the fragments of Buddha's light falling from the edge of the big black umbrella into the void and then disappearing.

Ning Que's voice sounded, but Xu Xin did not answer immediately. Instead, he was silent for a long time before he said, "I said it before."

Now, Ning Que and Sang Sang understand, but they still don't hate it.

Because as Ning Que said that day, their positions are different after all.

"Liu Bai's sword is here, is it the temple master? He is a guest from Xiling after all!" Xu Xin suddenly raised his head and looked to the sky. Under the night sky in the distance, there was a white line coming at a very fast speed. The sword master Liu Bai stretched his sword for thousands of miles. Although the man has not arrived, his sword has come.

This is a sword, an iron sword forged from gold and iron. For sword cultivators, the arrival of the sword represents the arrival of the person, and the arrival of the person naturally expresses their attitude.

Liu Bai, the sword master of Jiange in the Southern Jin Dynasty, is known as the most powerful person in the world. It is naturally very reasonable for such a person to make a choice before the Master. If he dares to be the first, the sword master Liu Bai is worthy of being the most powerful person in the world.

Liu Bai's sword arrived, and the strong men of the academy finally made their choice. Li, who was in the sixth level of Wuju, slowly disappeared by the lake. When he reappeared, he already had a sword in his hand.

The sword of Sword Master Liu Bai was already in Li Manman's hand, but judging from Li Manman's trembling shoulders, it was difficult for him to suppress the sword.

Li Manman didn't know how to fight, and Liu Bai was good at fighting, so even if Li Manman was at a higher level, it would be difficult for him to suppress this uncontrolled sword.

That's right, Liu Bai did not control the sword, he just slashed out a sword to show his attitude. Now the sword is slowly held by Li, and he can no longer slash at Sangsang, but Liu Bai will not make another move. The second sword.

Li slowly held the sword and lowered it. He looked at the Ullana bell that was still ringing. Li slowly waved the ancient sword in his hand. In an instant, a huge river of waves appeared behind Li Manman. He slashed out a A great river of sword energy, a great river of sword energy comes up from the sky.

When they first met Sword Saint Liu Bai, they saw a turbulent river, so Sword Saint Liu Bai's sword intention was naturally the sword intention of the river.

Because Therefore.

This is a truth recognized by Liu Bai.

Because the sword was slowly held by Li, when Li slowly slashed out the sword, a surging river fell from the sky, and the river of infinite sword energy surged towards the Uo Lan Jing bell that kept ringing.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

The Ullama Pure Bell is indeed the magical weapon of the Buddha. Although it was chopped off by Dahe's sword, it was not destroyed after all. It was still blooming the Buddha's light and emitting the Buddha's sound, which made Sangsang even more uncomfortable.

"Don't stop yet!"

In the wind and snow, Jun Mo's high crown flew up, his black hair fluttered back, and his belt was flying in random directions. He was so angry that he threw the iron sword towards Qin Nian in front of the temple amidst the roaring sound.

The broad and straight iron sword left Jun Mo's hand and rubbed against the air at high speed, bringing with it a ray of bright light. Even the void in front of the sword's edge was distorted and deformed.

The power of this throw was actually vaguely similar to Liu Bai's previous sword from the sky.

"Ding!"

The seven thoughts that broke through the opening and closing of the mouth were injured by this sword, and the Ullama Pure Bell flew away.

Jun Mo didn't even look at it, and stretched out his left hand to hold the copper bell in the air.

The remaining Buddha nature in Yulan Lingling felt the disrespect of this hand and trembled angrily.

Jun Mo's left hand was very stable, with slender knuckles, and the Buddhist light of the copper bell seeped out from between his fingers.

His knuckles were slightly white, and he exerted his strength silently.

There was only a click, and the Buddha's magical weapon, the Ullama Bell, turned into scrap metal in his palm.

(End of this chapter)