All Heavens: Start by guarding the light at night

Chapter 132 Liu Bai and Wei Guangming arrive at Xuankong Temple together

Green mountains and cliffs, green mountains and clouds, the peaks are like giants holding swords, towering into the clouds.

Surrounded by high mountains, with cliffs on both sides, it is extremely dangerous.

Beside the mountain, a large river flows endlessly, and the mountains along the bank are empty, as if they are covered with a veil.

What a poetic ink painting.

There is a building in the mountain. It is an old-style ancient pavilion with distinct black and white colors. It forms a courtyard with three roads and multiple entrances based on strict central axis symmetry.The layout is regular and orderly, with pavilions, pavilions, eaves and green tiles, intertwined, twists and turns, exquisite and elegant, yet majestic.

The word "Jiange" is written on the top plaque of the ancient pavilion.

The disciples of the Sword Pavilion practiced their swords as before, and bursts of sword intent echoed the entire Sword Peak.

There was no one on the throne belonging to Sword Master Liu Bai in the ancient pavilion.

Sword Saint Liu Bai has already left, walking northwest with his sword in hand, straight into the moon wheel.

In the northwest of Haotian's world, there is an endless cliff. The cliff goes toward the ground. It is extremely steep and stretches across countless miles to connect to one place.

In between is an extremely deep tiankeng, and at the bottom of the tiankeng is an extremely wide wilderness.

In the middle of the wilderness is an extremely majestic mountain.

This mountain is very high. If it were on the ground, it would be higher than Tianqi Mountain. And because it is located in a tiankeng, when you look at it from the ground, you can only see the green peak.

The mountains are covered with thick weeds, and the vigorous and green pine trees stand proudly in the weeds. The mountain wind blows, and the sound of pine waves beats the heart.

This mountain peak should be a smooth and cheerful environment, where you can enjoy the sweet air in the wind.

Unfortunately, there are countless yellow temples and Buddhist temples hidden among the woods on this mountain. Together, these temples and Buddhist temples form the unknown place of Buddhism, the Hanging Temple.

Liu Bai stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the giant peak in the distance and the peak at eye level with him. He was silent for a long time, and the expression on his face gradually became cold.

In terms of cultivation time, Liu Bai has only entered the five realms for the first time, and the foundation he has created in the human world is naturally far inferior to that of the Buddha.

The Buddha cultivated himself, and his final nirvana could no longer be calculated according to the worldly realm.

It has already surpassed the scope of human beings.

The master, the drunkard, and the butcher have all been hiding from Haotian. They have left their own footprints in Haotian's world, and there are traces that can be found.

But Buddha's Nirvana is between life and death. He is not really dead, nor is he really alive.

Living in the chessboard world, in the Buddha's world, the Buddha is like Haotian, able to control all rules, time, and space.

Even Haotian cannot know what kind of state the Buddha is in.

Liu Bai is the most powerful person in the world. He is confident that his sword can kill any strong person in the six realms in the world. Even Wei Guangming can only be at odds with him.

At this time, looking at the yellow temples and Buddhist temples between the peaks, he felt faintly uneasy in his heart.

The leader of the human Buddha's sermons, he was seriously injured and dying in a battle with Guangming, the great priest of Guangming, in the wilderness.

The most powerful people in the Buddhist sect have lost their fighting power.

But the pressure from the Buddha Sect is still as huge as a mountain.

Among the giant peaks, a clear and distant bell suddenly rang out from a temple. The bell swept through the forest and eaves, and it took a long time to reach the wasteland next to the sinkhole and reach his ears.

There is a reason why Xuankong Temple can be called an unknown place along with Zhishou Temple and the second floor of the academy, and it has remained immortal for thousands of years.

There is no doubt that it has corresponding strength.

"Great Priest, you really gave me a difficult problem."

There is a lone tree in the desolate wilderness.

The dry trunks are gray and white, and the futons are usually made of leaves with snow falling on them. This is the legendary Bodhi tree.

Buddha then passed into nirvana under the bodhi tree.

There are traces of depressions on the ground. It is obvious that many people come here to worship. The ground is flat and as smooth as a mirror. There is no trace of snow, not a fallen leaf, not dust, nothing.

There is an old monk wearing a hat and a tin staff under the tree.

The old monk had a strong aura. Standing on the ground, he seemed to be connected to the desolate and boundless earth. He was as heavy as a mountain. The cold wind howled, but it could not even blow his sleeves.

"Above the Five Realms?"

Liu Bai was confused. If he hadn't known that the leader of the lecturer had gone to the wilderness, he would have suspected that the person in front of him was the leader of the lecturer.

The old monk looked at Liu Bai with firm eyes and a look of compassion.

"Sword Saint Liu Bai, you shouldn't be here."

"If Buddha were alive, I might not come."

The old monk said indifferently:

"My Buddha has attained nirvana and will return one day."

Liu Bai's eyes were like swords, falling on the old monk, but his eyes were as sharp as the substance, as if they were going to pierce into the old monk's flesh.

"There is no Buddha in the Hanging Temple, so how can you stop me?"

"Bodhi is not a tree, why should you?"

"Old monk, I'm not a monk, and I'm not good at fighting. If you don't dare to take action, then just get out of the way."

"Even if Bodhi is a tree, it is also the tree of my Xuankong Temple. Liu Bai, this is not the place where you should come. Go back."

The winter wind howled from north to south, and the big trees stood still in the strong wind. Liu Bai's clothes were blown by the wind like whips, whipping in the air and making a sound.

"The name of your Xuankong Temple is not engraved on this Bodhi tree. How can it belong to your Xuankong Temple? You cannot take this Bodhi tree as your own just because the Buddha attained enlightenment and Nirvana under the Bodhi tree."

"This is my Xuankong Temple's territory. The Bodhi tree naturally belongs to the Xuankong Temple, just like the sword wall of the Jiange Pavilion. In your Jiange Pavilion's territory, the sword wall naturally belongs to the Jiange Pavilion."

"As expected of an old monk from the Buddhist sect, he is really good at reasoning. But I, Liu Bai, why should I reason with you? I just want to dig up your bodhi tree, kill the Xuankong Temple, and smash all the temples and Buddhist temples. ,so what?"

"The reason why the Southern Jin Dynasty is the Southern Jin Dynasty is because of you, the Sword Saint Liu Bai. The reason why our Xuankong Temple is the Xuankong Temple is not because of who we are. If you die, what will happen to your people of the Southern Jin Dynasty?"

The uneasiness between Liu Bai's brows disappeared, and his expression became calm, appearing calm and composed. On his stretched brows, there was a detached calm that had experienced the baptism of time, revealing the maturity and stability that had withstood the wind, frost, rain and snow.

If Xuankong Temple really had the courage to be an unknown place, how could it talk so many words and make so many truths to Liu Bai?
Even the Hanging Temple is afraid and trembling.

Liu Bai's calm face had a look of seriousness and caution. At this time, he raised his head, his expression was high, his eyes were bright, and there was unconcealable pride between his brows.

"If you want to kill me, Liu Bai, your Buddha sect is not worthy. Even if the Buddha is alive, a foot in front of me is my world, and no one can break it."

There was a boom, and thunder exploded in the sky.

The old monk was a little surprised and couldn't believe his ears that Liu Bai would say such a thing.

"You are a bit angry. Maybe you should calm down and think carefully about whether it is worth it for you to follow Wei Guangming."

"I know very well how your Buddhist sect behaves. Even if you pay any price, I, Liu Bai, can bear it."

The old monk suddenly paid homage to the Bodhi tree, and a chessboard was suspended beside the Bodhi tree, bearing the old monk's worship.

"Liu Bai, you still don't understand what you are facing. I have known Buddha for 5000 years before and 5000 years later. He is not in the Xuankong Temple or in the Buddha's body. The Buddha is in a small chessboard, waiting for Haotian. A full 5000 years, Liu Bai, do you know what this means? It’s a pity that my Buddha’s wisdom and compassion must be exposed today.”

Liu Bai stared at the ordinary chessboard and pondered for a long time. He finally understood what he was uneasy about at the beginning.

After Buddha's nirvana, he entered the chessboard. This chessboard was the battlefield where Buddha waited for Haotian.

Liu Bai is proud. Like many great figures above the Five Realms, he has no faith. All he believes in is himself.

The flower of light bloomed, and Wei Guangming, dressed in black robe, finally arrived.

Seeing the Buddha chessboard, he was quite surprised and said:

"Unexpectedly, the Buddha's chessboard was sent here from Lanke Temple. The Buddha's approach was really cautious."

When the old monk saw Wei Guangming, he felt panic-stricken, as if the eternal night was coming to press down on him and crush him. His heart was beating violently, and a cool breeze blew by. The monk's robe, which was originally motionless, was shaken by the wind. .

"Wei Guangming!"

The chessboard rumbled and turned, exuding a terrifying aura, like a world crashing towards Wei Guangming and Liu Bai.

"Light magic."

The flower of light bloomed across the front, blocking the movement of the chessboard.

There was a clicking sound in the air.

Countless energy of heaven and earth accumulated on the old monk, like a flood turning into a disaster, rushing out from the depths of his soul, impacting the chessboard, pushing the chessboard towards Wei Guangming and Liu Bai.

There is a sword hanging in front of Liu Bai. This is the sword of the world. It contains the sword intention of the river. When the river meets the chessboard, it is like hitting the rocks. Picking up the smoke wave as high as a person, looking at it from a distance, it is like a sword. Like the smoke and dust raised by thousands of troops, they came to cover them up.

This made Liu Bai feel palpitations in his heart, and the pain was overwhelming, giving him a feeling of collapse.

The battle with the Buddha Sect is not a simple battle between practitioners, but more like a collision with a world.

The flower of light is suppressed and its light is weakened.Wei Guangming was not worried at all. In the center of his palm, there was a drop of spring water, which contained a powerful power of faith. Like an uncultivated and desolate world, it hit the chessboard head-on.

In a simple confrontation, the power of their collision has surpassed the six realms.

"There is still such power in the world."

Liu Bai entered the Sixth Realm and was undoubtedly at the pinnacle of the Sixth Realm. There were not many people who could defeat him in the world today. Just as he imagined, if Wei Guangming did not rely on external force, the battle between the two of them would be impossible. The strength is only between the two.

Wei Guangming always fights according to the right time, place and people, and never fights unprepared.

As long as Wei Guangming takes action, he will definitely surpass his own strength.

It was like the fight between him and the lecturer in Daming Lake.

Wei Guangming had many ways to defeat the lecturer, but he used the safest one, the power of thunder.

Among all the cultivators in the world, who dares to resist the thunder of heaven?
The Buddha's technique has extremely strong defensive power. It is above the five realms and connected with the earth. Its power is endless. It is said that as long as you stand on the ground, your defense will not be broken.

Tianlei is also the strongest punishment force in the Haotian world, and its attack power is extremely strong.

The power of thunder lies in the fluidity of electricity, and its attack can penetrate everything.

The defense of the lecture hall is very strong, and any impact of heaven and earth energy will be useless.

Even if Wei Guangming wanted to get him off the ground, it would cost a lot.

But the sky thunder is different. As long as there is a conductor, it can penetrate.

The protection of the Buddhist sect's skills is outside the body. It is difficult for any heaven and earth energy or physical weapons to penetrate, but it does not include sky thunder, which can easily penetrate this layer of protection.

Wei Guangming killed the moon wheel and destroyed the White Tower.

When he came to Xuankong Temple again, he would naturally not be unprepared.

"Liu Bai, you go to Xuankong Temple first and destroy all the temples and temples. Let me deal with the monk and the chessboard."

After Liu Bai hesitated for a moment, he saw Wei Guangming's firm eyes and nodded: "Okay."

As a missionary, Wei Guangming looks very kind. His hair is combed very carefully without any mess. A few black hairs can be seen among the silver strands on his head.With slightly sunken eye sockets and dark brown eyes, his appearance seems to be telling the vicissitudes of the world.

The old monk looked shocked, as if he had a premonition of the coming crisis. Above the five realms, he was not as good as the leader of the lecturer. The leader of the lecturer now didn't know whether he was alive or dead, so how could he stop Wei Guangming.

"Do you know how the leader of the lectures was defeated by me?"

After hearing Wei Guangming's arrogant words, the old monk couldn't help but roar: "Wei Guangming, do you know that the Buddha is on the chessboard, do you really want to kill him or her!"

"When a fish dies, the net breaks? The fish will die, but the net may not break. I originally gave the Buddha a chance, but you don't cherish it. If you want to die so much, then just go die."

"Wei Guangming, you hide it so well. If I give you some time, even if Chen, the master of the Zhishou Temple, is not as good as you, you are just an ant under Haotian after all. You will never understand that Haotian represents What, do you think you will be a fishing net? You are right, the fish will die, but the net may not be broken."

The light on the chessboard became more intense. The old monk couldn't wait for Wei Guangming to take action, so he directly used the strongest method.

He is no match for Wei Guangming, he knows this very well.

The only thing that can defeat Wei Guangming is the chessboard, the Buddha's chessboard, and the thousand-year inheritance of the Buddha.

The golden light in front of Wei Guangming's eyes was even brighter, but the smile on his face was also thicker.

Around him, there was a spring.

Fountain of Hades.

No distance is fast. In Haotian's world, you can cross space at will.

Fountain of Hades, after entering the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, Haotian's thunder was blocked and unable to descend.

After leaving the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, Wei Guangming immediately placed the Fountain of Hades on the Holy Mountain of Light, and also suppressed it to prevent it from being discovered by Haotian.

Now, the Fountain of Hades appears again.

Along with hitting the ground, was a super huge iron pillar.

The clear sky suddenly turned into a large black curtain, covering the entire sky. Even the most dazzling sun disappeared without a trace, and the clouds became lower and lower.

The wind was blowing loudly, and the rolled up sand and stones were beating wildly against everything in the desert.

The small trees were swaying in the storm, making a whining sound. Everyone seemed to be drunk, fighting against the wind and flying sand.

It's like it's swallowing up the whole world.

Thunder flashed, and a huge hole appeared in the sky, as if the Kingdom of God had arrived.

A huge bolt of lightning illuminated the entire sky, racing with thunderous momentum, and landed on the towering pillar.

The old monk was shocked, his eyes widened with a look of horror, his heart stung, and his fingers trembled, as if someone had dropped a handful of steel nails into his heart, and a cold and hard pain rolled through the tip of his heart.

"Wei Guangming, you madman, you, you dare, you dare!"

Master once came to Guangming Mountain and forced Wei Guangming to use all his methods. Heavenly Demon and Apocalypse entered at the same time, and did not hesitate to force him to use the power of Haotian's authority and thunder.

Since that day, Wei Guangming knew how to use the power of thunder rationally.

This is not the Great Priest of Light. There seems to be nothing wrong with calling him the Great Priest of Heavenly Thunder.

Under the thunder, all living beings are equal.

The chessboard world was struck by thunder and trembled violently.

Under the sinkhole, on top of the towering mountains.

On the top of the Hanging Temple, the entire mountain looks like a huge barrier. There are many strange peaks and rocks in different shapes, which makes people feel the uncanny workmanship of nature.

As an unknown place, the Hanging Temple is naturally extremely dangerous.

Liu Bai was holding a long sword, suspended under the sky. His figure was like jade, his eyebrows were handsome, and he exuded an innate aura of a king.

Dressed in white, his figure is as strong as lightning, each move is faster than the next, the sword light is connected in a line, and each sword pierces the temple in the mountain.

The sword power and spiritual power are swift, and every time the sword is drawn, it is the strongest sword power.

The sword energy surged like a river, destroying the mountain crazily.

The golden Buddha light envelopes the entire mountain, guarding everything in the Hanging Temple.

Countless temples and Buddhist halls are connected together to form a huge formation.

It would be difficult for any strong person in the Six Realms to break through the Xuankong Temple's formation.

But Liu Bai was the exception.

He is the best swordsman in the world.

A sword out.

The Yellow River is rushing like a roaring dragon, hovering above the Hanging Temple and hitting the Hanging Temple crazily.

Along with the rumbling sound, the mountain began to break apart.

The people in the sinkhole have long noticed the battle between immortals in the sky.

It seems that gods and demons have invaded the Buddhist land.

People living under the tiankeng are born with low self-esteem, and they are even more frightened when they see the invasion of gods and demons.

Although they know that the only one they can believe in is Buddha.

But looking at the shattered Buddha soil in the sky, their faith began to waver.

People's faith collapsed.

The Buddha's light guarding the Hanging Temple also collapsed.

Some bright believers have already mixed into the sinkhole, and they have been waiting for today.

"The light will never die, and Haotian will live forever."

In the tiankeng, people promoted the teachings of light and organized an uprising army of hundreds of thousands.

Very early on, some people couldn't hold it any longer.

But they have been waiting for an opportunity.

Today, the time has come.

Hundreds of thousands of rebel troops took control of some of the managers of the Tiankeng and began to capture some important places.

Their goals are food, wealth, cloth, and all kinds of things.

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