Fu Canglu

Chapter 691

Countless sea currents roll backwards, like cloud chips and flying fish.

The majestic mountain hangs upside down from the sky, the sea current is lingering, and the ocean is wanton.

Two streamers of light, one white and one black, come from the sea——

Yuan Tiangang's complexion was morbidly rosy, and his eyes fell on the high mountain.

Yi Xiao followed closely behind.

Two streams of light, one in front and one behind, first came the white coir raincoat boy, his two big sleeves slapped the ocean current fiercely, the water column pierced the sky, and a white coir coir raincoat stepped on the water drops, jumped up, took the wind, and landed there lightly. On the dojo of a hanging mountain.

Yuan Tiangang took a deep breath, trying to relax his face, still looking like he was facing a big enemy, he stared at Yi Xiao who was extremely peaceful and had already landed not far from him.

His Highness raised his head and glanced at the Sun Moon Altar.

It is not much different from what I saw on that picture scroll.

Countless sea waters are finely divided, swimming like fish, slowly swirling around the majestic mountain.

If you stand on the top of the mountain, you can't see how far you are from the sea.

The Buddha altar, which was so huge that one could clearly see the Bodhisattva's Dharma figure sitting on it from a distance of three thousand miles, stood two figures at the moment.

All in white.

Wearing lotus clothes.

The white-haired boy seemed to be thinking about what to say, he was still thinking about it, the man in lotus clothes was not in a hurry to make a move, but raised his head first, looked at the smiling Bodhisattva, and gently raised a palm on the ground. In front of his chest, he nodded slightly and saluted.

There is no difference between Putuo Mountain and Wanggui Mountain. The repair and construction of the Sun Moon Buddhist Altar are exactly the same. The thousand-year-old Buddhist holy mountain in the Central Plains, every plant and tree on the mountain, every temple and hall, especially the sun Yuefotai. There is no doubt that it was re-carved according to the appearance of Tianji Haiputuo Dojo in front of me.

The memory of leaving Yaobeiguan and climbing the mountain, now comes to my mind.

Yi Xiao suddenly turned around and looked in a certain direction.

The edge of the Sun Moon Buddhist Altar.

Back then, there was a man in a black robe, sitting on the edge of the Buddhist altar, with his feet dangling in the air, swaying slightly.

She turned her head, twisted up the hem of her clothes, and looked at herself with a smile.

As the strong wind blew past, the body of the black-robed woman trembled slightly, her smiling face and waving hands gradually became unreal, and finally blew into a burst of light rain.

Yi Xiao woke up suddenly, he grasped the cause and effect tightly, and looked at his teacher again.

In the confrontation between life and death, he unexpectedly lost his mind and soul at the Sun Moon Buddha Altar for a split second.

This is an extremely fatal mistake.

But for the first time in history, the white minion boy who was only ten feet away from him did not make a move.

Yuan Tiangang smiled and said: "How can you lose your mind in front of the Bodhisattva Dojo with your soul power?"

The white minion boy looked very calm, but in fact his heart was cloudy and uncertain.

He had no less than ten seals in his sleeves, as long as Yi Xiao had just reacted, half a breath later, then the ten seals would be thrown at the same time.

The nine streams of art are combined with Confucianism and Taoism. After they are assembled, they are so powerful that even if they are not equal to the cause and effect above all living beings, it is an excellent start to seize the opportunity.

The first time he boarded the Sun Moon Buddhist Altar, Yuan Tiangang also lost his mind for a moment.

This entire Putuo Mountain has a strange power, whether it is to seduce people's souls or distract people, that's why he chose this place for the final battlefield.

The Tianji sea area is an extremely unique sea area.

The deepest part of the bottom of the Tianji Sea is also the center, just below Putuo Mountain, where the tip of Lu Chen's Immortal Sword is suppressed.

Yuan Tiangang originally wanted to use the eight celestial aspects, plus the entire Fucang Lu, to try to move Lu Chen. Now it seems that it is difficult to collect the eight celestial aspects. The two celestial aspects of mind reading and sword bone cannot be separated from The host at that time was successfully stripped.

But it is not impossible to move Lu Chen.

Yuan Tiangang looked at Yi Xiao, let out a breath, and said quietly: "There is a picture scroll in Shengdao. It's called Yanlu Fragment Scroll. You must have seen it already."

Yi Xiao remained silent.

He still remembers the scene depicted in the "Yanlu Fragments". The fairy tower in the sky is magnificent, and the immortals are lined up like hemp, but with the fall of the "Lu Chen", the entire sky, with the tip of the sword as the At one point, an unprecedented collapse began.

Lu Chen fell, there was Fuzhou, there was the sea, there were fragments of small islands that collapsed, and finally became a densely packed small world.

For thousands of years, the vicissitudes of life have changed, some islands have fallen into the bottom of the deep sea, and some have been weathered into pieces by the years.

The "Yanlu Remnant Scroll" perfectly explained the history of the origin of the entire continent.

The rebirth of the human world originated from the destruction of the fairy world.

All beginnings come from the end of a sword.

But to really think about the scenes in the "Yanlu Fragments" and the message of will conveyed. Yi Xiao prefers to believe that it is an illusory rumor, a myth among folklore.

There are remnants of Yanlu on the Holy Island, Buddhism has its origin in Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism have their own versions, but all the origins point to that Lu Chen.

Where is Lu Chen?

If there is really Lu Chen, how can it be proved that the entire Central Plains, as well as the surrounding South China Sea, the Holy Island, and even other small worlds were all born under this sword?
This is just too absurd.

"No one believed it."

A strong wind blew past the Sun Moon Buddha Altar.

The young man said softly: "No one believes that Lu Chen caused all this. There is a piece of sword enshrined in the Ksitigarbha Pagoda. Tao Wuque died. Very few saw Lu Chen. The tip of Lu Chen's sword never No one has ever seen it. Therefore, what is under the tip of the Lu Chen sword has become an eternal problem."

"You should know how much I have paid for drawing that sword all these years, from Daqin to Xichu, to the present Spring and Autumn Period."

Yuan Tiangang smiled, and said: "I want to pull out that sword, and I want to see if what is pressed under that sword is what I think it is."

"Something?" Yi Xiao raised his eyebrows.

"Under the tip of the sword, there is probably nothing. But I hope very much that I can see a corpse. Even if I know, he must be dead." The white minion boy took a deep breath and said, "In my hand, hold Murong's third ray of soul is also the last ray of soul. I don't want to fight to the death with you, if you insist on fighting, I can only guarantee one thing, you will never get that ray of soul."

Yi Xiao's face was calm, his lotus clothes were swaying in the strong wind of the Sun and Moon Buddhist Altar, a white scarf was tied to his forearm hidden in his sleeve, and Murong's two spirits had already lived and slept peacefully in the white scarf .

He is sure to kill his teacher here.

The six celestial phases plus the half of Fucang Lu are no match for him.

Yi Xiao knew what kind of person he was facing. He had walked for thousands of years and used all means to achieve his goals. The gentle words read from the teacher's mouth were refreshing, but they were ten thousand times more terrifying than wolves, tigers and leopards. The heart-killing sword.

He tricks you into making mistakes.

Then make you regret it.

Give you another chance to regret it.

In the end, you lose everything.

Yi Xiao clenched Karma tightly in his hand, he no longer hesitated, raised the pitch-black long sword, the sun and moon Buddha altar was howling with strong winds, and the corners of the Bodhisattva's lips curled up slightly.

Changes later.

A voice came just right.

"Look carefully."

The six heavens surrounding Yuan Tiangang's head trembled slightly at this moment, and the white minion boy folded his sleeves together, and each of his left and right hands drew out a ball of bright light from the other side of the big sleeve.

Two bright lights.

A mass of gold, the shape is like rippling blue waves, but the color is extremely weird, the gold is not bright, but extremely dim and corrupt gold.

A mass of white, like thorns and thorns, is actually a bone, but at this moment the stubble of this bone has turned black, and the dark white color has some dark spots.

"The hosts of the celestial phenomena are the powerful source of the celestial phenomena. Whether it is a dragon or a snake or a lotus plant, even if they do their best, the karma and karma will be borne by their hosts. These hosts are said to be the patrons of heaven. , Aren’t they the victims of pain?”

"When they are still alive, they will be burdened by Tian Que and troubled by karma for the first day under the name of 'celestial practitioners'." Yuan Tiangang said softly: "Even if they die, the sky will not Without the master, these karma will not dissipate."

Yi Xiao suddenly shrank his pupils.

Yuan Tiangang's celestial aspect has collected six paths, with Duan Wuyin's devouring aspect as the core, Taixu aspect, dragon snake aspect, plant lotus aspect, longevity aspect, shark fox aspect, all were swallowed by him and turned into himself.

Tao Wuyou from the South China Sea has a mind reader in his body.

The elder brother has a sword bone on his body.

Yi Xiao originally thought that if his teacher wanted to gather all the eight great celestial features, he would achieve his goal by constantly killing celestial features practitioners.

Before the thunder calamity in the wasteland, Zhao Chunfeng once stepped forward to stop the thunder calamity for Li Changge. The old sword fairy was a practitioner with a sword bone.

He gave the elder brother his sword bone.

The sword bone that the elder brother cut open has disappeared.

Similarly, that golden light made Yi Xiao think of the boy in a wheelchair in the Overlord's Tomb, who was burdened with the inability to stand, the lonely and desolate "Three Thousand Wins in Chess".

Both of them were from the Great Chu Dynasty
Both of them are Da Chu's left arm and right arm
"I didn't want to use the aura of the dead," Yuan Tiangang said softly, "Everyone is already dead, why bother them?"

The appearance of the dead is completely different from the one stripped from the host.

Humans die first, and the celestial figure is not dead, and the karma is deposited. Swallowing the celestial figure is equivalent to swallowing karma. No matter how many evil obstacles the former has created in his life, he will have to pay back in multiples.

He said seriously: "It can be pushed to a desperate situation, what else can I do?"

The white minion boy stomped his feet violently.

On the Sun Moon Buddhist Altar, the Bodhisattva's Dharma figure was pulled up by a huge force, Yuan Tiangang crushed two balls of light with his hands, he swept a long distance, ignoring the little Highness who had been left behind by him, who was standing there in a daze, Flying towards the foot of Mount Putuo.

Above the sky, thunder came suddenly, chasing the white minion boy one after another and blasting into the water.

Yuan Tiangang's face was serious, he sank into the bottom of the sea, his sleeves fluttered, he raised his head, and confirmed that the man was still on the Sun Moon Buddha Altar.

Then he clenched the small blade of the sword tightly with both hands.

A dull roar was squeezed out of the boy's throat, and it continued on the bottom of the sea.

He wants to draw his sword!

On Mount Putuo, a thunderbolt descended from the sky.

Yi Xiao stood in a daze on the Sun Moon Buddha Altar, his karma should have been handed over long ago, but at this moment, his spirit was in a trance.

There was a shadow over his head.

Bigger and bigger and bigger.

It was the fallen bodhisattva, and there was an intoxicating tenderness in those eyes.

There's one more strand. Two strands?

Or more, flames.

(End of this chapter)