Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

Chapter 129: Wind and water rise and kill the dragon (guess what this is, extra update)
Among the twelve thousand feet of strong wind and clouds,
Jiang Sheng's figure appeared.

Wearing a gilt cloud-patterned mysterious robe and a Yin-Yang Bagua jade crown.

Jiang Sheng looked indifferent and held a long sword in his left hand.

The hilt of the sword is indigo, and the sword body is hidden in a black scabbard with blue patterns.

Although the blade is hidden in a sheath, the sword's soaring intent is so sharp that when you look at it from a distance, you feel a stinging feeling between your eyebrows.

"Of course I'm here for fellow Taoists."

Jiang Sheng looked indifferent, with no sadness or joy on his face.

Before Jiang Sheng could finish his words, Qingping Sword was already unsheathed with waves of sword chants.

But he saw a green sword light rising into the sky, and the brilliant sword light dispersed all the clouds, mist and wind within five thousand feet around him.

In a moment, green light flew across the sky, and the shadow of the sword danced.

Juekong only felt the sword shadow roaring all over the sky, and green rainbows rushing towards him. The sword shadow had already reached in front of him, and only then bursts of thunder sounded in the distance.

What a fast sword!

Juekong didn't dare to be careless, dark golden light surged around his body, and his hands flew out.

Arhat's breaking sword!

Juekong's understanding of Luohan's breaking sword is deeper than that of Xingwu, and his sword skills are stronger!
But I saw two red sword lights rising into the sky, colliding with the sword shadows.

For a time, cranes chirped, dragons roared, thunder and lightning flashed.

The brilliant sword energy directly smashed Juekong's Luohan Breaking Sword, and sword energy followed, forming a shadow together.

I saw that in the sky thousands of feet high, green shadows were dancing like streams of light, whistling and wiping out everything within a radius of ten thousand feet.

The sound of tinkling, tinkling, and jingling of gold and iron is endless.

Juekong relied on his Vajra body to defeat Jiang Sheng's sword energy, but the sword energy was as endless as a river and directly submerged Juekong.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Juekong's body was filled with golden light. He stretched out his palms and the mighty Buddha's light shone.

An Jin's big palm came from under the sky, shattering the sword energy in the sky.

King Kong subjugates the devil's palm.

Taking a deep breath, Juekong looked at Jiang Sheng solemnly.

Jiang Sheng's expression was still indifferent, and the green sword light on the three-foot-six-inch two-point Qingping sword in his right hand was hesitating.

"Fellow Daoist Guanghui of Dajin Zen Temple is by the poor monk's side. Donor Lingyuan had better be cautious."

"Fellow Taoist Guanghui can't come, Taoist friend Juekong."

Hearing this, Juekong felt something slightly bad on his face.

Guanghui can't come?

What do you mean?
At the same time, three thousand miles away from here, thousands of feet high in the sky.

Guang Hui looked at Ning Chuan in front of him with a gloomy expression.

Behind Ningchuan, a landscape painting was seen fluttering in the wind. He was sitting cross-legged on a water unicorn. The water unicorn's feet were stepping on the clouds, and the surrounding spiritual water was surging.

"What does this mean, fellow Daoist Mingdong?"

"I came here just to play chess with fellow Taoist Guanghui."

Ning Chuan smiled.

"Playing chess?" Guanghui turned to look three thousand miles away.

Although she couldn't sense what was happening there, Guanghui always felt it, which was related to the feeling of emptiness.

Subconsciously, Guang Hui wanted to activate the magical foot power.

"Fellow Daoist Guanghui, you can go if you want."

Hearing Ning Chuan's words, the handsome monk Guang Hui's face changed immediately: "Are you threatening me?"

"Pindao just wants to play a game of chess with fellow Taoist Guanghui."

Guang Hui looked uncertain, but finally calmed down.

The two mana intertwined to form a chessboard.

Ning Chuan condensed a sunspot and dropped it, and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist Guanghui, please."

Guang Hui's expression had calmed down at this time, and she gathered a white stone and dropped it: "I hope fellow Taoist Mingdong is just playing this game of chess with the young monk."

Sanskrit chants made the Arhat angry.

The dark golden Buddha's light flickered, and a Vajra Demonic Palm covering a thousand feet in diameter fell down with a roar.

It's like Mount Tai weighing down the top, overwhelming.

A sword roar.

Green light changes into shadow.

Twelve rays of sword light soared into the sky, like comets striking the moon, shuttled in the strong wind, leaving behind sword marks that condensed but never dispersed.

Amidst the intertwining of twelve green rainbows, the thousand-foot-long Vajra Demonic Palm suddenly shattered.

The next moment, Qing Hong struck.

I saw the twelve green rainbows piercing the sky, carrying bursts of sword energy, and carrying the roar of thunder, and they had already staggered in an instant, as if they were going to cut Juekong into pieces.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Juekong's figure suddenly expanded to a height of ten feet.

Golden light surged all over his body, but he seemed to be really like a diamond, with an angry look on his face, and his hands condensed into a precious pestle and a prayer flag.

A strike of the treasure pestle unleashes the fury of thousands of Arhats; a wave of the prayer flag scatters endless Sanskrit sounds and Buddha light.

Above the sky, the sound of Sanskrit resounds loudly, and the light of Buddha shines in the sky.

Arhat's anger could reach a hundred miles away in the blink of an eye, turning a hundred miles around into a prison of anger.

"Lingyuan, don't take my humility as something to be bullied!"

Juekong's voice was deep and deep, like an Arhat singing.

The monk's robes suddenly flew up and turned into a red bolt that enveloped the sky.

At this time, only Juekong and Jiang Sheng were left in the separated world.

"Eight Heavenly Dragon Laws!"

As Juekong roared, thousands of golden lights suddenly emitted from his back.

With a dragon roar, a ferocious and majestic dragon rose from behind.

This Buddhist heavenly dragon has four horns on its head. It is ferocious and majestic. It has long fins on its back, horn wings on its gills, no eight claws, and four toes like an eagle.

The hundred-foot-long Buddhist heavenly dragon roared angrily, and spat out a stream of hot Buddha light from its mouth.

The Buddha's light penetrates the sky and the earth, shining in all directions. It burns all evils, kills demons and demons, and transforms all spirits.

Before he came in front of him, there was a vaguely glaring look from the Buddhist Vajra, with its divine power shining brightly, as if it was trying to suppress Jiang Sheng in place to undergo reincarnation.

Jiang Sheng's expression remained unchanged, and the green lotus whiskers surrounding the sword's body spread out in an instant.

The golden elixir in the body rotates, and the vast mana turns into a torrent and pours into the sword. I saw a dazzling cold light passing through the sky.

The cyan sword rainbow destroyed the Buddha's light with infinite edge and left in a mighty way.

Juekong watched in astonishment as the green sword rainbow shattered the Buddha's light, directly blasting open the prison that covered a hundred miles in radius.

When the sword rainbow disappeared into the sky, there was still a blank space left in the air.

The condensed and undissipated sword intent prevented the surrounding atmospheric aura from approaching, forming a blank circular hole that ran for hundreds of miles.

Juekong's face showed a solemn look, and the golden light on his body became stronger and stronger. The red monk's robes covering the hundred-mile sky made a hunting sound, and the hundred-foot-long heavenly dragon circled behind him.

As the infinite magic power continued to flow from the Vajra relics, Juekong made a mysterious posture with his arms.

For a moment, the atmosphere was stagnant, and everything between heaven and earth seemed to be still.

But when Juekong pushed his arms, a golden Buddha's palm suddenly shot out. The Buddha's palm was vast and compassionate, and a ten thousand characters could be vaguely seen on it.

The eight-clawed heavenly dragon looked up to the sky and howled, following closely behind the Buddha's palm.

The Buddha's light is surging, and the dragon is intimidating.

Wherever the golden Buddha's palm, which is only three feet long, passes, it melts all things and infects the Buddha's light.

A hundred-foot-long eight-clawed heavenly dragon follows the Buddha's palm, and its power continues to rise.

Jiang Sheng slowly raised the sword in his hand, and the still world suddenly came to life.

The wind moves and the water rises.

The gentle breeze then turned into a fierce wind, and the slow streams converged into a raging river.

In an instant, the wind and water rose, and the sea and sky became the same color, reflecting the blue light all over the sky.

A sword cut through the air, and green light flickered.

At that moment, Juekong could only feel the flickering sword light roaring towards him with the sword intent that would destroy everything.

Nothing can be cut down, nothing can be destroyed!
The Buddha's palm of the vast Buddha light shattered the moment it touched the green light, and was then shattered into nothingness by the sword energy of the Gangfeng.

The hundred-foot-long heavenly dragon surged forward, but was shattered inch by inch by the green light.

The wailing sound of Tianlong resounded through the sky, and the body of Baizhang suddenly collapsed.

The wind stops and the water disperses.

Whether it was the Buddha's light or the dragon's power, they all turned into nothingness.

The long sword in the Taoist's hand groaned softly, and the clear light rose up and parted the sky.

One sword cuts through the sky three thousand miles, and Feng Shui combines to kill the dragon!

Juekong groaned, his momentum suddenly weakened, and the dark gold color on his tall golden body was uncertain.

Tianlong was beheaded, making his heart bleed.

It takes countless time for him to practice the Eight-part Heavenly Dragon Technique before he can condense an eight-clawed Heavenly Dragon behind him.

The Arhat's anger covering a hundred miles in radius has been extinguished.

The red monk's robes covering the sky were shattered by the sword energy.

The breeze blows, and the Taoist has arrived in front of me without knowing when.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of Juekong's mouth as he looked solemnly at the soap-black sword lying in front of him: "Penglai, can't you afford to lose?"

Jiang Sheng's expression was as calm as water, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"Of course Penglai can't afford to lose."

"But Penglai will also protect his shortcomings!"

After saying that, the sword fell, and Juekong resisted making any sound.

The wind blows and the clouds gather.

Jiang Sheng put his hands behind his hands and flew away.

Twelve thousand feet high in the sky, Juekong covered his left shoulder and his body couldn't stop shaking.

"Penglai!"

"Lingyuan!"

Looking at the Taoist's leaving figure, Juekong gritted his teeth and returned to the Dharma boat.

"Senior Brother Juekong!"

"Senior Brother Juekong, take your hands!"

The disciples around him gathered around him, and Juekong squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Go back to Datianlong Temple quickly."

"I can still hold on."

And three thousand miles away.

Above the clouds, on the chess game formed by the intertwined mana of Ning Chuan and Guang Hui, it was seen that the white pieces had been formed, and the black pieces were obviously at a disadvantage.

However, Ning Chuan, the one holding the black piece, had no distress on his face; and Guang Hui, the one holding the white piece, had no joy on his face.

Ning Chuan looked at the chess game and suddenly shook his head.

"Fellow Taoist Guanghui is not only superb in Buddhism, but also has such superb chess skills that I admire him."

Mingdong looked at Ning Chuan: "So, the little monk won?"

Ning Chuan nodded.

"Fellow Taoist Guanghui is great. As promised, Pindao will leave now."

After that, Shui Qilin carried Ning Chuan away and disappeared into the clouds in a moment.

Guang Hui looked at Ning Chuan's leaving figure. After confirming that Ning Chuan was really gone, she said "I'll be back soon" and disappeared.

God's feet are vast and wise, and God's feet are powerful. A single thought can cover a thousand miles.

But in the blink of an eye, Guanghui had already appeared three thousand miles away.

Looking at the vast Buddha Dharma remaining in this piece of heaven and earth, the strong dragon power of the Buddhist heavenly dragon, and the condensed and unyielding sword intent, Guang Hui's expression was unclear.

The Buddha's Dharma is broken, the dragon's power is fierce, the sword's will blocks the sky, and the traces of criss-crossing fighting techniques are scattered all over a hundred miles.

The remaining traces all indicate that a golden elixir realm battle took place here.

The two top-grade golden elixir geniuses fought here for just a few moments, and the winner was already decided.

Quietly feeling the remaining traces, Guanghui looked to the east without stopping too much.

Using her divine foot power again, Guanghui returned to the Dharma boat at the Dajin Zen Temple.

"Senior Brother Guanghui?"

Several Zifus from the Dajin Zen Temple gathered around, looking a little worried.

"Nothing, go back quickly."

Guang Hui said and returned to the inside of the Dharma Ark.

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