The Heavens Begin with Zhuxian

Chapter 234 When the Sword Comes, the Sky Shatters

Sangsang's master is the great priest of Guangming, who once stood on top of the apocalypse in an instant.

At that time, Sangsang was standing under the old poplar tree on the edge of the cliff in the eastern outskirts of Chang'an City, watching that unprecedented battle in the most suitable venue for watching, and Sangsang was the person most qualified to evaluate that battle.

Jun Mo smiled and didn't say anything, because the senior brother said that the twelfth junior brother is very abnormally strong, so it is naturally stronger than Wei Guangming.

After taking another sip of wine, Jun Mo seemed to feel better about the outside world's struggle. He handed the wine to Ning Que, and forcefully pushed the three monks away from the window of the main hall.

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Outside the hall, the thunderbolt does not know when it will return to silence, and the torrent of Buddha's light shatters and disappears.

The sky is no longer as blue as before, but extremely pale, just like Sangsang's little face when it was enveloped by Buddha's light. Countless crystal white spots fall from the sky, as pure as the first snow in early winter.

It is the fine debris shed by the sky when it instinctively repairs itself, and it is the purest form of the breath of heaven and earth.

In the vast expanse of white snow, there was a light cough, and a boy in white clothes with a sword appeared on the broken ground. His sword was as sharp as before, and his hair fluttered wildly as before, but the corner of his mouth There are bright red blood stains on the chest, and there are blood stains on the white clothes on the chest.

The young man took the wine bag hanging from his waist in his hand, unscrewed the lid, took a sip of the snow white falling from the sky, and said happily, "Have fun!"

Happy, it can be said that the beating was very happy just now, it can be said that it was very happy to drink a sip of strong wine after the beating, or it could be said that it was very happy after seeing the white eyebrows of the old monk opposite.

The old monk opened his mouth and said: "I once received news from Xuankong Temple that you will participate in the Yulan Festival, and no one in the Buddhist sect can stop you, and the Buddhist sect can't bet on whether you will make a move, so I came here .Seeing you like this, the point that has always puzzled me is finally confirmed."

The boy smiled and asked, "Confirm what?"

"You came to Lanke Temple to protect the daughter of Hades is only secondly, and the most important thing is for me."

The boy's smile was stronger, and the alcohol was naturally stronger. After drinking half of the wine bag in one breath, he said: "You all say that the teacher is very tall, like a two-story building, but I have been peeing since I was a child. You know, the teacher is really tall, and it is taller than the second floor, the Xuankong Mountain, and Taoshan Mountain. As for me, I am at most about the same height as the Taoshan Xuankong Mountain, so naturally I am not taller than the teacher.

The drunkard and the butcher are tortoises in some muddy pond, and the temple master is on the South China Sea. Although I have a grudge against the temple, I still have no reason to seek him, so I want to have a good fight and have a very suitable reason. Naturally, I can only find you. "

Although the young man's purpose was determined, the old monk still had a very strange and complicated feeling in his heart when the young man said it out. Just because he wanted to fight, he tricked himself out with a conspiracy, and he had to fight with him .

"You lunatic."

Ye Chao liked being called a lunatic very much, so the words of the first lecturer made him very happy.Because, the one person in the academy who is called a lunatic is the little uncle.

"My little junior brother usually talks to me with meaningless nonsense, so I don't like his talking. But I still like what he said. The fastest way to practice in this world is to kill people."

"So, come again!"

One moment he was still chatting and laughing, but the next moment his words were full of murderous intent, which made people feel very awkward, but the chief lecturer didn't feel that awkward, because lunatics are like this.

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The crystal particles falling from the sky suddenly increased, like autumn rain falling with the wind like a knife.

They fell too much and fell too fast, so in an instant, the dilapidated top of Washan Mountain was turned into a piece of snow white.

The Buddhist world that the old monk's Buddha's words condensed was broken, so he didn't try to condense the Buddhist world.

Ye Chao tried to cut the old monk's vajra indestructible body with the broken jade sword but failed, so he didn't use Wudi to approach the old monk again.

The two just looked at each other, as if they were waiting for something, and let the crystals stain themselves white.

After a long time, a touch of light blue was restored in the sky, and the crystals also turned into light blue.

When the old monk opened his mouth, the Buddha's voice was no longer gentle, every word resounded like thunder, and every word was full of the majesty of Buddhism.

"This is what I heard: With the power of samadhi, all the mountains, trees, grasses, trees, and land in the Shantilan realm will be turned into seven treasures, so that all the people can see themselves, and they will all listen to the wonderful teachings in front of the Buddha..."

The Buddha's words were like thunder, floating far away along the sky. The monks in the hall, the Buddhist believers at the foot of the mountain, and even the people of Song State and Qi State seemed to have heard the voice of the Buddha who was the first lecturer. They either knelt or worshiped, or put their hands together. Pray in unison with the context of the Buddha's words.

It's just that the sky that had just turned slightly blue on the top of Washan Mountain turned white again, and the calm breath of heaven and earth came to Washan Mountain along the eight wastelands.

The already incomplete Washan could no longer bear the power of the Buddha's words. Like a small boat swaying in the waves, the hard mountain cracked and turned into countless boulders rolling down. At this moment, the remaining vegetation completely turned into flies. Ash.

I don't know at what moment, the old monk raised his hand, which reflected the incomparably brilliant colorful rays of light. In the rays of light, there seemed to be a floating mountain. There was an ancient temple on the mountain. The monks in the ancient temple were either chanting or It is practicing martial arts, or discussing Buddhism with each other.

Once the Buddha's words came out, the Buddha realm would naturally come into being.

It's just that this time the old monk's Buddhist world was not born with the help of an external framework, but accrued from the palm of his hand. This is his real Buddhist world.

The palm is the world, so he waved his hand, Washan fell, and the whole world fell.

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Ye Chao felt the great power contained in the scriptures chanted by the old monk when he was chanting, so from then on, he stepped forward.

Every step is extremely fast, every step crushes the rocks, and every step will appear a crystal fine fragment on the sky.

After he finished his last step, the sky above Mount Wa seemed to have turned into a shattered crystal, and then he jumped up, and the crystal fragments in the sky burst into crystal light.

He swung his sword, and the fragments joined together.

Falling down, cutting the sword, the sky on the top of Washan was shattered.

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Back then, the master told Ye Chao that he had seen a round of bright and clean jade plates in Mingzi scrolls.

Li slowly told Ye Chao that he saw a puddle of clear water in the Mingzi scroll, and there were countless messy and fine strokes flowing between the clear water.

But when Ye Chao looked at the Mingzi scroll, what he saw were fine lines, and those lines were connected together in a messy manner, much like white clouds flowing through the blue sky.

So after reading the Mingzi scroll, he likes to squint at the small lake to look at the blue sky and white clouds.

Since then, he has been realizing his own sword, the sword that can turn those messy and fine lines into the simplest vertical line.

Because he likes to slash with a sword, and what the slash leaves is a vertical line.

(This chapter is written very slowly.)
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