Journey to the West: The Rise of Martial Arts

Chapter 138 Ice Tribulation
The moment Ren Qinglian blocked the attack of the white lotus sword array with the four-color black armor, the middle-aged nun secretly screamed that something was wrong.

With a thought, his body flew up from the wooden couch.

She was still sitting cross-legged, but under her seat, there was a phantom of a white lotus platform.

This is the unique vision of Cihang Jingzhai's "Great Compassionate Heart Sutra" that has been cultivated to the lotus platform state.

Ren Qinglian never let go of her guard against the middle-aged nun. When she sensed her approaching, with a thought, three phantoms appeared, each holding a sword. , surrounded the middle-aged nun.

"This is it!" The middle-aged nun saw the formation of sword lotuses in the void that Ren Qinglian created in a flash, and she was in shock for a while.

Although I haven't fully comprehended the mystery of the White Lotus Sword Formation, but with a little understanding, the sword lotus void arranged by Ren Qinglian has a bit of a lotus charm.

This kind of charm was born out of the White Lotus Sword Formation, so the middle-aged nun could naturally feel it.

But this sword lotus is not nine layers, but a full 36 layers, which coincides with the number of Tiangang, which is the latest achievement of Ren Qinglian's comprehension of the formation.

It's not that the more layers of sword lotus, the better, but in the final analysis, this is a sword array, and the more layers, the more changes.It's just that although the number of layers of the former Void Sword Lotus has increased, it lacks a trace of the essence of the lotus platform.

Just like the lotus in the pond in the mortal world, although it is also very beautiful, compared with the legendary twelve-grade lotus stands, or even the ninth-grade white lotus in the hands of the dragon girl holding the pearl, it is less beautiful.

This is the difference between immortals and mortals, and the sword lotus void created by Ren Qinglian before is like drawing a dragon by a painter who has never seen a dragon.

The middle-aged nun quickly discovered this, and said with a sneer, "Your trick looks fancy!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his right hand, and a ray of white energy pierced through the air, cutting through 36 layers of sword lotus, and went straight to Ren Qinglian.

Ren Qinglian turned a blind eye, and he was very confident in the strong defense of the four-color black armor.

With a cold snort, the Void Sword Lotus spun rapidly, condensing a water dragon and rolling towards the nun.

From a long distance away, the nun felt a strange cold projection.

Subconsciously urging the lotus platform under the seat to fly away, the surrounding air condensed.

Although there is no river here, Ren Qinglian's water control supernatural power can condense a little water vapor in this void.

The nun hadn't escaped from the void enveloped by the sword lotus, she froze in mid-air. Looking from the ground, it was as if a giant arm of black ice stretched out from the lotus platform, grabbing the nun in mid-air middle.

"Master!" Jing Chen's eyes were tearing apart, and the rest of the disciples were also shaken.

"Boom!" The Bailian sword array broke down without attacking, and all the rest of the force was submerged towards Ren Qinglian.

Ren Qinglian was unmoved, the four-color black armor was radiant, and at the intersection, there appeared a Taiji fish pattern where yin and yang converged, absorbing all the sword energy.

Jingchen and the others didn't care about subduing Ren Qinglian, the evil spirit, they all wept and slashed, clanging and severing the sword lotus from the ice chain.

The rest of the disciples leaped into the air one after another, and went to catch the fallen humanoid ice sculpture.

"Sisi!" A burst of cold poison spread, and the moment these disciples with poorer cultivation levels caught the ice sculpture, they were eroded by the cold poison on it.

A few disciples with slightly higher cultivation bases and not affected by the cold poison resolutely attacked and chopped off the hands of these disciples.

There were screams, but the lives of several people were saved.

"Toxic!" Jing Chen and the others were less than happy, but seeing this horrifying scene, they all changed their colors and turned pale.

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On the other side, Zhu Gangxie was much more sympathetic to the fragrance and jade, and did not use the rake, and only cared about teasing the Frost Language.

"You thieves are so unreasonable. My old pig just wants to discuss Buddhism with you, but you have no compassion. If you don't know 'cut meat to feed eagles, sacrifice your life to feed tigers', 'I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell ’, and wanted to kill the old pig..."

After all, he became a monk on the way, Zhu Ganglian knew a few Buddhist words intermittently, and he said them nondescriptly.

The movement of the middle-aged nun quickly attracted the attention of Zhu Gangli and the others.

"Tsk tsk, although the female Bodhisattva is a bit older, she still has charm. It's a pity that those little girls became disabled at a young age..."

Zhu Ganglu sighed, Han Bingyu was so anxious that he couldn't care less about continuing to entangle with him, so he turned around and was about to fly over there.

It's just that although her movements are fast, Zhu Gangli's movements are even more amazing.

With a sway, he has already come to her side like a ghost, clasped her pulse gate with one hand, pressed her back tightly with the other palm, and said with a smile: "Master, where do you want to go?"

While speaking, the mana surged furiously, and was involved in the strange meridians of Frost Language like a stormy sea.

At this moment, a monkey's voice came from a distance: "Idiot, what are you doing!"

But there was a lot of movement here, which attracted Xuanzang and his party.

When Zhu Ganglian saw Xuanzang, he laughed sarcastically: "Master, why are you here?" He put away his mana and let go of the Frost Language.

"Amitabha, so good!" Xuanzang glared at him, and then said to Han Bing: "The poor monk Xuanzang is the Tang Dynasty of the East..."

"Are you really monks from Nanbuzhou to learn scriptures?" Han Bingyu didn't know much about what happened at first, but after meeting Xuanzang at this time, he finally began to believe what Zhu Gangli said earlier.

"If it's fake, if the female lay doesn't believe it, the poor monk will still have a certificate of customs clearance..." Xuanzang said.

In fact, the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai have only received the precepts of refuge, which allows them to marry and have children, and they are not called bhikkhunis only after receiving the ten precepts.

This point was only thought of by Xuanzang on the way here, after all, according to the monkey's news, this Cihang Jingzhai is just a martial arts sect.

However, Han Bingyu obviously didn't intend to delve into the address of the other party, and before Xuanzang finished speaking, he said, "Oops!"

After finishing speaking, he strode towards Jingchen and the others.

Ren Qinglian was still relying on the emptiness to control the wind, suspended in mid-air, and absorbed the sword energy of the nuns. Ren Qinglian's understanding of the White Lotus Sword Formation went a step further. The three phantom bodies had been put away by him, and the 36-story sword in the void Lian still exists, and, with his perception, keeps changing.

But these are not the places that everyone pays attention to. Han Bingyu stopped Jing Chen's stupid act of breaking the ice to save people in time.

"These people are..." Jingchen discovered the existence of Xuanzang and others, and then found Zhu Gangyi who was obediently following behind Sha Wujing, and blurted out: "Why is this perverted pig here too! "

Pig Gang Mane lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eye, for fear of being asked about the origin of this "colored pig" by Xuan Zang and others.

Fortunately, following the introduction of Frost Language, Xuanzang's gaze has long been attracted by those disciples with severed arms and the ice sculpture in front of him.

"These are all done by Layman Ren..." Xuanzang looked suspicious, as if he couldn't accept that Ren Qinglian was so cruel.

The monkey shouted: "Master, these are laymen's hands, otherwise, they would have met the King of Hades long ago!"

"Amitabha, so kind!" Xuanzang chanted the Buddha's name, looked at Ren Qinglian who was still tinkering with the sword lotus in mid-air, and thought of the monkey's historical powers, he couldn't help saying: "Wukong, can you save this female layman? "

As he spoke, he pointed to the ice sculpture.

The monkey shook his head: "She is still alive. Although the old grandson has many methods, he still can't guarantee that she is intact. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell is needed. Layman Ren has kind thoughts in his heart, but he just freezes her with the power of mysterious ice." Without her, there is naturally a way to take back the ice."

As he spoke, he pointed to the mourning nuns with broken arms, "It's a pity that the broken arms of these female benefactors can't be saved even by Layman Ren."

The nuns who were determined to cut their arms were ashamed when they heard this.

At this moment, Jingchen woke up from the identity of Xuanzang and others, and muttered to himself: "Impossible, impossible, how could the master lie to us..."

(End of this chapter)