King's Landing in the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 112

On the battlefield, Zhang Daoyi observed the vision of ten Buddha coffins. At this time, the light of the Buddha covered the sky above the coffins and there was a faint sound of Sanskrit singing echoing. Under this amazing vision, powerful auras were awakening.

There was a divine light flickering in his eyes. At this moment, he peeked through the vision on the outside of the Buddha's coffin with the supreme spirit, and saw the situation inside.

"The so-called self-proclaimed method of Buddhism should be to seal the physical body and the Taoist fetus based on the divine formation, and then use the Nirvana method of Buddhism and Taoism to keep one's consciousness in a state of no birth, no death, no coming and going. Only in this way can we guarantee our own immortality!"

"But the divine formation also has its limits, and it is impossible to suppress it endlessly. As time goes by, the vitality of these self-styled Buddhist masters is also constantly passing away. If another thousand years pass, these self-proclaimed old monks It will be destroyed automatically!"

In the void, Zhang Daoyi's thoughts turned, and with his current wisdom, he quickly figured out the key to the self-proclaimed method of Buddhism.

"Furthermore, this method of sealing will also do great harm to the Taoist fetus and the physical body. Although these self-proclaimed old monks are still strong today, and their combat power is not weaker than before, their physical bodies and Taoist embryos have already been riddled with holes. You won't survive a day after that."

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

A loud explosion sounded like thunder on the ground. In the eyes of everyone, ten Buddha coffins exploded, sawdust flying, and ten skinny old monks in red cassocks appeared in front of everyone.

The bodies of these old monks are shriveled, like a piece of rotten wood, without any vitality. Only the sensual light in their eyes makes people know how terrible they are.

"Amitabha!"

"Poor monk Yuanjue, I have met all the patriarchs!" Monk Yuanjue took a step forward and bowed.

"Yuanjue, what do you mean by waking us up?" A skinny old monk asked, his voice was extremely hoarse, like the sound of two pieces of wood rubbing against each other.

"Today there is a demon head in troubled times, and he wants to overthrow the world and the common people. I implore all the masters and ancestors to take down the demons!" Monk Yuanjue said in a deep voice.

"Good!" ten skinny old monks said at the same time.

"That old monk seems to be a master of Buddhism 700 years ago. His dharma name is Shenxiu. I have seen his portrait before!" Someone said in the distance.

"There is also that one, who was a master of Buddhism 300 years ago. At that time, people in the world called Mang King Kong. It is said that he was the first master in the history of Buddhism to cultivate the golden body of Zhang Liu to Dzogchen. If the physical body is no longer Losing to the Buddha, at that time many people thought that he could prove the holy way, but unfortunately he was stuck in the supreme master, and his cultivation was hard to make progress, and he did not expect that he also used the method of self-appointment!" Someone also recognized The other masters spoke in shock.

"And that monk..."

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"Today, Yang Guang is doomed. With eighteen supreme masters working together, even if there is a saint who comes into the world, he will not be able to please him. What's more, what a pity for such an amazing and beautiful person!" Someone sighed. , some regrets.

Regardless of Yang Guang's personality, in terms of talent, it is estimated that no one can match him.

"These old monks are just lingering on their last days. Now that their source of life continues to burn, I'm afraid they won't survive tonight at this rate!" Zhang Dao shook his head in the void, the consequences of this practice were stronger than he expected.

If he guessed correctly, these old monks had at least one year of lifespan before they proclaimed themselves. Now, in order to keep themselves as a foundation, a year has been turned into a day. Only they themselves know whether it is worth it or not. .

"Keep Eighteen Arhats and Subdue Demon Array!"

On the battlefield, Monk Yuanjue and others rushed towards Yang Guang again, and the eighteen monks lined up to surround Yang Guang.

The scorching Buddha light erupted from their bodies, turning into Buddha fire like golden glaze, intending to refine Yang Guang.

The eighteen supreme masters joined forces to form an array, and their breaths and spirits were connected with each other. The terrifying momentum seemed to freeze the space, and the monstrous killing intent turned this time into a Shura field.

If an ordinary supreme master enters the formation, I am afraid that he will lose the courage to do it, and he will be defeated in an instant.

But Yang Guang was completely unaffected by the aura and killing intent of the eighteen monks after joining forces. The state of mind in the holy state cannot be easily shaken by the supreme master.

In the Eighteenth Arhats Falling Demon Formation, Yang Guang suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, his black hair danced wildly behind his back, and his endless fighting spirit rushed straight to Xiaohan.

The Buddha fire that originally surrounded him was forced away by the demon energy erupting from his body, and his Buddha embryo directly turned into a stream of light and penetrated into his body.

"Heavenly Demon Nine Tribulations, Eighth Tribulation, Return to One Tribulation!"

For a moment, Yang Guang's physical body swelled, completely stretching his wide imperial robe, and the half-black and half-gold mark on his forehead also turned into a strange purple at this moment.

Yang Guang forcibly merged the power of the Buddha and the devil with the power of returning to one calamity, and achieved a short-term unity of the Buddha and the devil.

In the void, Yang Guang slowly drew his saber.

One inch, two inches, three inches...

Every inch of Yang Guang's aura will rise a lot. Affected by Yang Guang's terrifying aura, monk Yuanjue and others suddenly felt a sense of oppression in their hearts. In their telepathy, Yang Guang at this time Like a dragon with teeth and claws, it will devour them at any time.

"cut!"

Yang Guang shouted violently, and the magic knife in his hand suddenly slashed out. The blade was sharp and flashed with cold light, drawing a round and beautiful arc in the void.

A purple knife light flew out from the magic knife in his hand, the knife light was as crystal clear as the finest amethyst, reflecting this charming halo.

"What a beautiful cut!" People watching the battle in the distance admired and were impressed by Yang Guang's cut.

The sword light flew out, and suddenly divided into eight parts in the void to form eight sword lights. Each of the eight sword lights has a different flavor, like wind, like fire, like water, like sky, like earth...

Then the eight sword lights suddenly turned, in line with Yang Yang's reversal of the five elements, and directly turned into 64 paths...

In the continuous derivation, but in an instant, a sword light turned into countless sword lights, and the sword light covered the world like a sea.

"Why does this knife have the taste of my Baji seal?" In the battlefield, Zhang Daoyi saw this beautiful knife cut by Yang Guang, and a thought flashed in his mind.

Although Yang Guang uses the sword method, the way of creating eight phases from chaos and then transforming them into infinity is very similar to Bajiyin. Chaos, but Yang Guang's knife is only based on the eight phases, and the one is infinite. Although the process is different, the essence of it is generally the same.

"He has transformed Baji Yin into his own sword, such wisdom is simply terrifying!" Zhang Daoyi sighed inwardly, Yang Guang's wisdom was beyond his expectation.

(End of this chapter)