Immortal Martial Lord

Chapter 1482 Eternal Buddha Clothes
  The ancient formation of the Jida was operating, stimulating the power of the Jida and sealing the void of heaven and earth, almost making it difficult for Gu Fei and Heitian to move forward. Faced with the predicament at hand, Gu Fei had to use his second Jida holy weapon.

"Buzz!"

The sword roared for nine days. Driven by Gu Fei, the Purple Gold Divine Sword broke through the void, penetrated the heaven and earth, and rushed out from under the Mountain and River Cauldron.

The void below the Mountain and River Cauldron is sealed by the power of the Mountain and River Cauldron. Only an extremely weak wisp of the extreme divine power from outside can be transmitted into it. However, outside the void sealed by the Mountain and River Cauldron, the extreme divine power is thousands of times more powerful.

As soon as the Purple Gold Divine Sword came out, it emitted hundreds of millions of sword rays. Each sword ray penetrated the void, and an extreme power suddenly erupted from the Divine Sword.

Under the impact of the two extreme powers between heaven and earth, the sword soul of this extreme holy sword awakened in an instant, showing the extreme power that shocked the ten realms of heaven.

"Shh!"

The purple-gold sword light penetrated the void and shot out in all directions. Each sword light was directed towards the key point of this ancient ancient formation.

"Rumble..."

The entire Jidao Ancient Formation was affected, and the spiritual gods derived from the ancient formation felt the danger. The Jidao Formation was running wildly, and the power of chaos and destruction gathered from all parts of the formation, and then sealed the Purple Gold Divine Sword.

The attack of the sword soul of the Purple Gold Divine Sword was so fierce that it shook the entire Jida Ancient Formation and attracted most of the power of the Jida Ancient Formation.

This was a collision between the forces of the Jidao. The divine light of chaos surged up from all over the ancient formation of the Jidao like a series of chaotic dragons, rushing towards the sword light emitted by the Purple Gold Divine Sword.

The sword light and the chaotic divine light collided together without making any sound, but the void there was directly annihilated.

The void was annihilated silently, the traces of countless avenues collapsed in the void, and countless dark space holes appeared in the ancient formation of the extreme path.

Around every space hole, there are countless Dao patterns that are being disillusioned. In the face of the power of the extreme Dao, it is difficult to preserve anything, even the Dao will be suppressed.

When Gu Fei and Heitian saw this scene, they couldn't help being surprised and happy. Their estimation was not wrong. The Purple Gold Divine Sword had indeed diverted most of the power of the ancient formation of the Jidao. The pressure on the Mountain and River Cauldron was immediately relieved. .

"Buzz!"

The Purple Gold Divine Sword vibrated, and the gods within the Divine Sword awakened, just like the arrival of the ancient Supreme Supreme Being, exuding the aura of the Supreme Path.

The power here can suppress the way of heaven, and only the power of the same extreme way can compete with it.

The purple-gold divine sword is like a giant purple-gold dragon, rushing left and right in the Jidao ancient formation, trying to break out of the formation. However, the Jidao power condensed by the Jidao ancient formation is also extremely powerful, and the entire ancient formation is... It was like a holy weapon of the extreme path, constantly colliding with the Purple Gold Divine Sword.

The ancient formation of the Jida sealed an area with a radius of thousands of miles. The three forces of the Jida did not sweep out in all directions, but even so, the entire wild world was already in chaos.

The avenue of heaven and earth in the wild world has been disrupted, the order of heaven and earth has been broken, the laws of heaven and earth have become extremely chaotic, and the dark sky has pressed down from the sky, giving people an irresistible oppression.

The stars in the sky were trembling, as if they might fall at any time.

"end……"

In a valley, an old voice came from an ancient temple. The ancient temple was not big, but it exuded an ancient charm, as if it had existed forever.

At this time, in the pouring rain, a figure walked in from outside the valley. Step by step, despite the raindrops as big as soybeans hitting him, he walked directly to the front of the ancient temple without using any magical powers. “After waiting for endless years, has someone finally arrived from outside?”

The old voice came out from the ancient temple again, a weak wave of spiritual thoughts came out from the ancient temple, and then, a faint golden light lit up in the ancient temple.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The person who came was wearing cassock, and there was no wave of Buddha power on his body. However, he could not hide the bearing of a great and eminent monk. The person put his hands together and saluted towards the ancient temple.

"The world has changed greatly, and the spiritual energy is in chaos. If you come back half an hour late, you will not see me anymore."

There was a sense of relief in the old voice. In the ancient temple, the figure of an old monk appeared. A faint golden Buddha light shone between his eyebrows. In the middle of his eyebrows, there was a mud that was about to collapse. Marumiya.

The man outside the ancient temple couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the appearance of the old monk in the temple. Even a great Buddhist who had practiced for many years would be moved at this time.

I saw that there was a finger hole between the eyebrows of the old monk. He was actually pierced through the Niwan Palace with his finger, destroying his soul. However, he did not die.

The Buddhist power in the old monk's body is dissipating, and the remaining spiritual thoughts in Niwan Palace are about to be annihilated. He has reached the limit of his ability to persist until now.

"Old Zen Master..."

The voice of the visitor was trembling. This old monk was definitely an ancient Buddhist power. However, this Buddhist power received a fatal blow.

Who actually has such cultivation and strength to easily kill a Buddhist power?
  There is still golden Buddha's blood around the finger hole above the old monk's eyebrows that has not solidified. It is hard to imagine how this old monk persists until now.

"Thirty thousand years ago, a human race found this place." The old monk said these words.

"Is it that person?"

The visitor was extremely shocked. This old monk had been injured thirty thousand years ago. It was definitely a miracle that he could persist until now.

"Buddhism is no longer the master of this world, take this thing!" As he said that, something flew out of the ancient temple, and then, the Buddha's light on the old monk gradually dimmed completely.

The old monk passed away, and the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows collapsed. A ray of spiritual thought turned into a little golden light and dissipated in the void of heaven and earth. The ancient temple in the valley was shrouded in darkness again. .

"Is this the legendary Buddhist robe?"

When the great monk Fatian saw the thing in his hand, he couldn't help but be stunned. His hand was full of stains, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a cassock or an ordinary monk's robe.

He searched almost the entire wild world in search of a legendary Buddhist treasure. However, Buddhism in the wild world was even more declining than he imagined.

All the major spiritual mountains and caves are occupied by foreign races. There are not even a few decent temples in the entire wild world. Only some hidden places can see traces of the past existence of Buddhism.

You must know that Buddhism was once the master of this world. This is just the third level of Buddha heaven made by the Buddha's chief priests through the ages. It is a place of trial for Buddhist disciples. The power of Buddhism should be extremely strong here.

At this time, Monk Fatian really couldn’t imagine that the sloppy clothes in his hands were the legendary Buddhist clothes that had been passed down through the ages. This was so far from his imagination that this piece of clothes would look like it even if it was thrown on the roadside. No one will pick it up.

(End of this chapter)