Infinite Road Warrior Road

In front of the eyes, the pine wind is open, the moon is full of mountains, a fairyland wonderland, no one is looking around, only one beard and hair like snow, but his face is ruddy, the old man who is not old is sitting quietly under the pagoda, the left and right boys are waiting, the smoke is curling up, Floating like a fairy, as if he will go away on the cloud at any time.

Wang Zongchao walked across a small bridge and walked towards the pagoda on the mountain along a straight step with about [-] steps. His pace was unhurried, just like the most common mountaineering trip, and he was not moved by the sight in front of him.

The mountain breeze came slowly, making the four pillars of smoke from the four bronze tripods sway, revealing a pair of couplets pasted on both sides of the pagoda gate, which attracted Wang Zongchao's attention.

peace of mind away from dreams

Mindfulness of nothingness and existence of ghosts and gods

"Oh, this couplet shows the key to inviting gods to enter the middle rank. I think that the moment I entered the middle rank, I felt like a fairy, and I wanted to become a god and a Buddha. If I couldn't control it, my soul would just die I am afraid that I will be confused in the power of incense and fire, and lose my true nature. Although I don’t know the mystery of what I said in the next couplet, if I can really read nothingness, I think it can accommodate more belief in the divine power in the sea of ​​consciousness, and at the same time, the mind can also avoid being affected. Chaotic belief in the influence of divine power, unlike me forcibly surrendering with will..."

While thinking in his heart, Wang Zongchao had come to the old Taoist. He had a childish face with white hair tied on the top of his head, fixed with a star crown. He smiled and said: "I haven't seen such a young man with such a determined mind for a long time. Even if he is not calm in dealing with things, it is not easy... Please sit down." Dao is Zhang Guangbi, the great disciple of Pindao Dao." The old Daoist's face was calm, but his words revealed his identity as the supreme leader of Yiguandao, and he said: "If it wasn't for hearing that someone outside the sect practiced the method of this Dao to the highest Transformation Realm, will not be tempted to invite."

"I heard that your religion is a combination of Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, Islam, and Christianity, and the Taoist priest wears a Taoist robe. Does it mean that Taoism is superior to other religions?" Wang Zongchao asked again, seemingly chatting, but it was actually a question kind of temptation.

The old Taoist shook his head: "The purpose of this Taoism is to 'unify all religions into one, and my way is consistent with one', and there is no strong sense of superiority or inferiority. It is just that Buddhism, Confucianism, Islam, and Christianity all have the idea of ​​​​respecting oneself and exclusiveness, just like Confucianism The so-called "respect ghosts and gods and keep them at a distance", and the Christian saying that "there should be no other gods except the Lord". Opinions between different parties lead to endless disputes.

However, Taoism was passed down from Lao Tzu, which emphasizes the natural way of Taoism. There are three thousand ways and eight hundred sects. match.Therefore, this religion still uses the name of "Tao" to accommodate all religions.But this way means to unify all religions into one, to unify beliefs, to elucidate the mysteries of the sages of the five religions, to abide by the ancient rituals of the four-dimensional outline, to make people calm, to restore the nature of nature, to quell wars and disputes, and to hope that China and China will be united and harmonious. Inside and humiliation outside. "

"It's a beautiful original intention." Wang Zongchao smiled lightly. In fact, regardless of the cult or the orthodox religion, the teachings will sound beautiful. However, what the old Taoist said still reveals that Yiguandao has great ambitions, and there is a faint unification of Chinese sects, creating another one similar to Eastern Christianity or The idea of ​​a vast sect of Islam.

Wang Zongchao's words were plain, and the old Taoist didn't take it seriously. He directly returned to the topic: "Young man, you have the opportunity to obtain the secret method of this religion, so you can be regarded as predestined to this religion. Seeing you now is beyond what the poor Taoist expected. Presumably you have cultivated the method of inviting gods to the middle level, right?"

"The Taoist priest expected it." Wang Zongchao nodded. Based on the old Taoist's own cultivation, coupled with such a trial and observation all the way, it is not surprising to be able to see his details.However, it is only limited to the card of Inviting God of the Middle Grade, and Wang Zongchao is far from being measured by the card of Inviting God of the Middle Grade.

"You can reach such a level by practicing the secret method yourself. It's really a genius." The old Taoist praised him, and then asked: "Since my little friend is dedicated to practicing the method of this teaching, why not join the school and ask for a teacher?"

After a short pause, the old Taoist added solemnly: "If you join the religion, you will definitely get the true teaching, which is by no means comparable to the superficial formulas handed down by the religion."

In his words, the old Taoist valued Wang Zongchao very much, and he offered to recruit, and even promised to teach further "Inviting God **", but Wang Zongchao shook his head: "I am just a martial artist, with no ambition and divine way. After practicing "Inviting God ** ", I'm just interested in the combination of law and martial arts, the training of martial arts, and the effect of condensing boxing intentions. I have also realized some tips that suit me. I am confident that it is difficult to meet an opponent. I just lost."

What Wang Zongchao said was not an act of retreat, but the truth. Although "Inviting the Gods" talks about the unity of martial arts, it is actually a side door, not the correct way of martial arts. way.What's more, he himself has exchanged a lot of advanced martial arts cheats, many of which have not been fully understood and practiced, so it is indeed not appropriate to be overly distracted by this.

He will be interested only if the old Taoist is really willing to teach the secrets of cultivating into a top-grade cultivator and asking the gods to directly point to the Dao.Otherwise, if you practice too many complicated skills in "Inviting God **", it will not benefit your cultivation base, and it will reduce your energy and affect your practice. It is better to choose the few exercises that are most suitable for you.For example, the giantization method he learned in the world of "X-Men" is not only powerful, but also has a miraculous effect on exercise and qi, and it is definitely the most suitable technique for him.

In addition, although Lao Dao seems to be generous and sincere, his actual intention is unclear.If you join the teaching, there is no guarantee that you will have some means of control and restriction, or you will be able to tamper with the formulas taught, it is better to be strong without desires, and directly learn the methods that suit you in the battle, and test your own deficiencies.It's just that the old man obviously didn't show any signs of martial arts training. It is estimated that he is still taking the path of a legal worker, so he wouldn't be a suitable opponent even if he did it.

"Young people are indeed young and vigorous, full of competitive spirit." Wang Zongchao refused, and his words were provocative. A gloomy feeling surrounded from all directions, the light suddenly dimmed, and it became pitch black.

At some point, a thick layer of dense clouds gathered on the mountain.The clouds are like a canopy, covering the top of the mountain tightly, blocking all the light of the stars and the moon, and the center is just above the pagoda.The center of the cloud seems to be still surging, and a dragon-like cloud pillar hangs faintly from the surging

It is rumored that the saint can't face his anger, but he can change the color of the world.At this time, the old Taoist had a similar vigor and momentum, but Wang Zongchao was indifferent to these false words, and only wanted to see what he would do next.

But the old Taoist just said indifferently: "He is here for defeat, Master Liankong, you can give him some advice. I have temporarily sealed off this area, so I am not afraid of disturbing the civilians if there is too much noise."

"Oh?" Wang Zongchao felt something in his heart, and looked to the left rear, and saw that there had been a thin young monk wearing a moon-white cassock at some time, with a face like a crown jade, handsome as if She is a woman, but her expression is as cold as everlasting ice.

The breeze blew, and a murderous air began to permeate.

The matter has come to this point, although the old Taoist has not given up the idea of ​​inviting Wang Zongchao to join the religion, but he also knows that he must be severely defeated first to dampen his arrogance.

Wang Zongchao's complexion moved slightly, and he also stood up. The spirit of the other party is extraordinary, he is definitely a master, and this ability to hide aura and murderous intent, and the ability to come and go is unpredictable, which is also what he expected in "Please God" It exists, but I have not fully comprehended the skills I have mastered.

"Master invited me." Wang Zongchao was not polite, and he opened his mouth to invite the battle.

"The benefactor is welcome." The monk named Lian Kong put his palms together in salutation, his voice was as clear and cold as crystals colliding with each other, with an awe-inspiring sharpness, which made people feel like a thorn in the back

Immediately after the monk raised his hand and pointed, a gust of piercing sword energy pierced through the air, across a distance of three feet, and stabbed straight at Wang Zongchao, going as fast as lightning.

With a flick of his fingers, Wang Zongchao used the technique of "thundering with a flick of a finger", and a thin strand of crystal clear ice popped out, collided with the sword energy, exploded loudly, and intercepted the sword energy.But immediately afterward, the continuous dense sword energy surged towards the sky like waves, and the hunting caused the cold.

"It turns out to be an innate master too. Good." Wang Zongchao repeatedly bombed with both hands, and countless small light balls shot straight through the air, or twisted, or twisted, or collided with each other, or collided with each other and changed directions. The sound continued, the earth cracked and shattered, and a series of dazzling lights flickered non-stop, illuminating the valley as bright as day, but it was Wang Zongchao who integrated the Uranium Light Wave Fist into the "Finger Thunder", hiding the positive and negative electromagnetic attraction and mutual repulsion. Reason, whereabouts are more unpredictable, and the monk's sword energy was at odds for a while.

"The internal force actually hides the power of thunder. Isn't it invincible to deal with sneaks and ghosts? It is rare in the world, and which school or school has the best skill?" Although Wang Zongchao has restrained most of the power at this time, the veteran who watched the battle was still very surprised.

But the stalemate was only short-lived. Gradually, the momentum of the sword became more rapid and fierce. The mighty sword energy seemed to be endless and far-reaching, gradually breaking the situation of evenly matched forces.

"Even if all ten fingers send sword energy together, it is absolutely impossible to be so dense..." As soon as Wang Zongchao's heart moved, he felt a pain in his shoulder, and he had been hit by a sword. Unstoppable.

Wang Zongchao suddenly gave up his defense after losing one hand in the competition of moves.The monk only felt that the sword energy that he sent out stabbed the opponent without any failure, but he didn't expect that he would succeed so easily, he couldn't help being stunned for a while, and then he found that his sword energy bounced off the steel plate like raindrops.The opponent already had a pair of golden and red intertwined battle armor, and immediately after he swung his palm horizontally, a sharp saber energy with the momentum of destroying mountains and mountains, with a mighty thunderous rolling sound blasted to the ground.

Although there is no change, there is a tragic atmosphere of sweeping thousands of troops and bloody battles, using strength to overcome skill, and using force to overwhelm others

"War God battle armor?" The old Taoist on the side was calm when he saw it, after all, he had expected it.

Facing the knife, the monk looked solemn, but he did not dodge or dodge, instead he clasped his palms together.Immediately afterwards, Wutao's sword energy shot into the sky, and once the surrounding deciduous trees, trunks, and birds touched the sword light, they were instantly smashed into pieces. Even the thick cloud of smoke that lingered all around forced a gap in the sword energy, and the starlight and moonlight leaked in through the gap.

In an instant, Wang Zongchao's knife had collided with the opponent's sword energy for countless times. Although the knife was fierce and unrestrained, the sword energy continued, seemingly endlessly, twisting and collapsing the knife continuously. , and finally fell apart in the air.

The monk still clasped his palms together, but his whole body began to glow with golden light. When the sound of Sanskrit sounded and Chan chanted, countless golden sword shadows unfolded behind him like a peacock spreading its tail. It was like a golden sun rising into the sky and the sun shining everywhere.

Behind the monk, a statue of Avalokitesvara with a hundred hands over three feet tall appeared, with a benevolent face, standing on one foot with his right foot, his left foot bent, and his ankle resting on his right knee.And unlike any Avalokitesvara statues seen in the temple, this one-handed Avalokitesvara does not have any magical artifacts in its hands, but only holds a hundred swords with golden lights and different shapes, either thick, powerful, or simple. , or light and agile, but without exception exuded a biting sharpness, and there was blood rising hidden in the golden light.

Wang Zongchao's eyes were sharp, and he observed that although the blood light was covered by a bright golden glow, its density was actually higher than that of the bloody evil spirit in the mountains. It was unexpected that the lives accumulated by this monk's subordinates would not be lost to that murderous man. only.

After the statue of Avalokitesvara appeared, the monk did not strike. His expression was neither sad nor happy. He asked aloud, "This is Avalokitesvara of Hundred Swords. Avalokitesvara is merciful, but the hundred swords are not merciful. Blood will be seen when they come out. Can the benefactor want to fight again?"

"Naturally, you have to fight in martial arts. You don't have to keep your hands. Even if you die, you will have no regrets." After seeing another powerful method of "Zhongpin Inviting the Gods", Wang Zongchao was delighted, and he would not stop. The shape turned sharply, and the human knife spun in unison, turning into a huge knife wheel that strangled and cut everything and slashed towards the monk.The hurricane was deafening, causing the trees within [-] meters to make the sound of crackling branches and leaves, and even the thinner trees fell down and broke directly by the strong wind. A small three-foot-high stone tablet collapsed in the hurricane, which can be seen The power contained in it is huge.

The monk turned around to respond, Guanyin moved like a hundred swords, bursting like thousands of flowers blooming brilliant sword shadows flying in all directions, weaving a dense mosquito-catching sword net in the air, with a golden sword that cuts skin and cuts holes. The sharpness of piercing the stone stretched towards Wang Zongchao.

At the moment when ordinary people can't even blink their eyes, thousands of gold and iron clanging, accompanied by dazzling sparks, formed a continuous sound.Wang Zongchao felt as if he had rushed into an impenetrable thorny forest, or into a raging torrent composed of tens of thousands of sword qi. Every time he slashed, he would encounter at least dozens of slanting waves. The incoming sword energy blocks it, and the resulting latent energy vortex is even more complicated and completely unpredictable.Although the saber did not collapse, it veered off because of this, driving the saber wheel and rolling over two meters away from the monk's side.

However, the aftermath of the hurricane energy aroused by the knife wheel was divided and decomposed by the monk's countless bodyguards, and the sharp sword energy melted layer by layer.

As soon as the knife went off, Wang Zongchao fell to the ground quickly, and he stood firm and was about to fight.However, the opponent's sword energy has already followed like a shadow, covering his whole body.

The monk's swordsmanship is so complex and changeable that it is unimaginable. They may open wide and close with great momentum, or come and go with subtle changes, or clumsy and simple, or swift and incoherent. Sometimes it is quite earth-shattering and stormy; sometimes it is dense and dense, like drizzle and light fog.What's even more frightening is that these completely different styles of swordsmanship and swordsmanship are all displayed at the same time, completely fused together, extremely unpredictable, and can even overlap like phantoms without affecting each other. But they all have real lethality

"It's rare for an ordinary mind to have two purposes, but this monk can use all his minds. Every sword in the Hundred Arms Avalokitesvara's hands can perform different sword techniques. There are indeed many things I didn't expect. Magical use..." Wang Zongchao even brandished the "Wanjun" magic knife to cover his whole body impenetrably at the beginning, but he still couldn't block the unimaginably complicated sword moves, and he knew that his moves could be said to be excellent. Lost completely.Simply rely on the "Warrior Battle Armor" that combines the powerful body protection and true energy to protect the whole body, only attacking but not defending, and attacking against attacking

Expanding his figure, Wang Zongchao's charge and run was like a storm, gradually turning into phantoms, phantoms, and countless phantoms.But each phantom smashed towards the monk with a thunderous momentum like a meteor falling from the sky, together with countless sword lights.Gradually, no one can see Wang Zongchao's figure clearly. All they can see are slices of sword lights, waves of air, seemingly endless, each more fierce and dazzling, and each wave more dazzling. Bo is violent and domineering, and even gives people the illusion of devouring the world and destroying everything.

Even if he is in the same innate realm, his internal strength is much thicker than that of the monk. As his skill continues to improve, [-]%, [-]%, [-]%... Although the monk's swordsmanship is mysterious, he gradually becomes more defensive and less offensive. At the same time, his feet began to step and dodge. There were golden lotuses supporting his feet, and the swastika was printed, making him levitate in the air without touching the ground. It seemed stable and dignified, but in fact it was extremely fast.

The old Taoist had already retreated to the side of the pagoda with the two boys, and he was horrified by the battle in front of him. He only expected that although Wang Zongchao had become a mid-level god, he would not be able to pass it on. The power of the sword is unexpectedly domineering and tyrannical, completely enough to overcome skill with force, and it is extremely difficult for monks with the "War God Armor" alone to break through.

At this moment, all the swords of the Avalokitesvara on the back of the monk have left their hands, and they are drawn straight and straight around him, circling back and forth. There are golden sword shadows everywhere, densely covering every inch of space within ten feet, and can be attacked or defended.Those golden swords materialized by "Please God" actually seem to have the characteristic of "taking pictures of passing marks". Spiritual judgment is also the unique strength of "Please God **".

Suddenly, among electric sparks and flints, Wang Zongchao flashed seven times in a row, leaving behind seven afterimages. The man appeared within ten feet of the monk, and he punched out.

The monk was taken aback, and at the same time his figure retreated, his sword glowed again, and he immediately forced Wang Zongchao back.But I already felt that the other party's punch seemed to have dozens of hundreds of different types of true energy, rushing towards him from different directions, some of which came from a direct attack, some from left and right sides, or pulled and squeezed Strength, and even the strength to attack and rotate from the soles of the feet, it is like falling into a raging vortex, no matter how difficult it is to control one's position.

Although his protective sword net heavily dissipated the power of the punch, he still felt that a punch that slipped through the net was attacking his upper body, but he only felt that someone was pushing him lightly, and he knew something was wrong.Immediately, the five viscera and the internal organs have been induced, and the colic is unbearable for a while, and the blood is churning.

With such a first move, Wang Zongchao had already spotted a flaw in the opponent's dense sword path, jumped up suddenly, and the "Wanjun" magic knife swung two unprecedentedly fierce and invincible sword lights, but they did not cut at the monk, but at the monk. Cut off somewhere in the Zhunjian net.

With a sound of "clang", the sound of metal and iron clanging resounded all over the field. Where the two huge sword lights meet, a brilliant and bright iron tree and silver flower suddenly burst out, and two golden swords can be faintly seen being touched by this mighty sword. Wu Lun's blow cut it into countless pieces, and each piece turned into a hot stream of sparks, scattered into the void in all directions, and turned into nothing.

The two knives had no energy left, and they slashed at the ground from far and wide, forming two deep ravines, one horizontal and one vertical, forming a big cross on the ground in front of the monk.

The physical body of the golden sword is broken, but it is not the same as the defeat of ordinary sword energy and sword light. After all, the sword energy and sword light are only temporarily condensed with true energy and murderous energy, while the golden sword or the "Wanjun" magic knife are all condensed with willpower and heart power. The damage to the mental body formed by divine power also means that the master's spiritual power has been damaged to a certain extent. In addition, the monk's hundreds of swords are connected to form a sword formation. After two swords are missing, the original rigorous, orderly and mysterious sword The situation suddenly became chaotic.

Wang Zongchao seized the opportunity to attack, but the monk responded calmly. The remaining 98 golden swords were suddenly recovered and twisted into a circle beside him. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was covered in a dense ball of light, but Under the impact of Wang Zongchao's increasingly stronger offensive, the ball of light continued to distort and deform, and the defense line showed signs of collapse in a blink of an eye.

Immediately afterwards there was another bang, the sword ball collapsed, and countless golden swords flew in the air like beehives exploded, but the monk was no longer among them.Seeing this, Wang Zongchao's heart sank, knowing that he had been tricked.