Chapter 203 Each has its own scruples, emergencies

"Hmm! How can a saint speculate? How can he speculate? Although the poor Tao is caused by the reincarnation of the yuan god, the realm is still the realm of saints. Unlike your practice, the poor road only needs to accumulate enough mana to break through the realm and rise up without any shackles!"

Seeing the suspicious eyes of the white-browed monk and Zen master Zunsheng, Ling Yun immediately snorted coldly and retorted with a little disdain.

Hearing Ling Yun's words, the white-browed monk and Zunsheng Zen master's faces were flushed and slightly embarrassed.

However, the white-browed monk still had doubts in his heart. He glanced at Ling Yun awkwardly and then asked:

"In the words of the saint, you only need to accumulate mana to break through the realm. In this way, isn't it difficult for this split to break through the realm of saints? Moreover, this method is so mysterious. Why don't saints use it more? They divide a few bodies and spend some time to become saints..."

At this point, the white-browed monk paused and then kept silent.

At this point, the white-browed monk also felt something was wrong, so he hurriedly stopped and stopped to answer.

Ling Yun took a strange look at the white-browed monk, was a little surprised by his ignorance, and said in his heart:

"How can this white-browed monk be so ignorant? According to what he said, won't the three worlds become the situation of saints flying all over the sky? Such ignorant words are actually said, and they are also known as Buddhist monks. It seems that there is really no one in this world!"

Before Ling Yun could reply, he listened to the Zen master beside him proclaim the Buddha's name loudly, and then said:

"There is no Amitabha Buddha! The split zoan is extremely dangerous, and its restrictions must be quite large. Otherwise, won't it be against the sky?

After saying that, he secretly glanced at the white-browed monk, but complained that he said such a fallacy.

"Ha ha!" Ling Yun smiled, looked at the white-browed monk contemptuously, and then said:

"I didn't expect such a simple reason. I don't know it. It's really a little unexpected!"

Speaking of this, but seeing a trace of sarcasm flashed on Ling Yun's face, he continued to say:

"Although the poor noumenon is a saint, a trace of sage dares not say that it can occupy the body of a saint. If the primordial spirit is accommodated to a certain extent, it naturally cannot grow. Unless it is a complete saint, it is possible to create a new saint.

"But the saint has his own body, and his strength is naturally not comparable to that of a mortal body. Who will abandon the saint's body, be reincarnated, and take the mortal body?"

After saying that, he looked at the white-browed monk with a very strange look, disdainful and contemptuous.

When the white-browed monk heard this, he suddenly blushed with shame and hesitated and couldn't speak.

When Ling Yun saw this, he felt impatient and said:

"The poor road is here to fight with you, not to preach to you! Don't think that you are arrogant and don't want to sneak up, so you don't have to be afraid to delay here.

After saying that, he stared fiercely at the white-browed monk and the Zen master.

The white-browed monk and the Zen master Zunsheng listened to this and looked at each other, both of whom saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

Finally, Zen Master Zunsheng took a few steps forward, loudly announced the Buddha's name, and said:

"There is no Amitabha Buddha! I don't think the saint is going to let me go, so we can only do our best to ask the saint for a few tricks!"

After saying that, Zen Master Zunsheng put his hands together and said "Amitabha Buddha" in his mouth, and then he saw a huge golden body behind him, with a kind face, exuding a faint atmosphere of peace, and the treasure was solemn.

Seeing this, Ling Yun showed a disdainful smile on his face and said:

"This is what Buddhism is like. You always have to be compassionate to the world, which is disgusting!"

After saying that, he shook the snow shadow sword in his hand, emitted a snow-white sword spirit, and attacked Zen Master Zunsheng. At the same time, he rushed directly.

Zen Master Zunsheng ignored Ling Yun's words, his eyes were slightly closed, and his fingers were crossed, and countless secrets were concluded.

Suddenly, the Dharma phase behind Zen Master Zunsheng suddenly collapsed and dispersed, turning into a little fluorescence, floating in the void.

In an instant, the dots and fluorescence in the void condensed into a pearl the size of a fist, crystal clear, like a crystal.

Seeing this pearl, Ling Yun was slightly stunned and looked at Zen Master Zunsheng in surprise.

Ling Yun naturally knows that this pearl is the relition of the Zen master.

However, the Buddha's reliquary is equivalent to the shen of the Taoist family, which is the top priority. As soon as the war began, this Sheng Zen master sacrificed the reliquzi related to his family's life, but it made Ling Yun a little confused and didn't know what he thought.

"What on earth is this bald donkey going to do?" Ling Yun guessed secretly in his heart, and at the same time, he did not forget to glance at the white-browed monk beside him.

After seeing the white-browed monk, Ling Yun was even more puzzled. He saw the white-browed monk standing quietly without any intention of taking action, which was really puzzling.

Seeing this situation, Ling Yun couldn't help frowning and thought to himself:

"What on earth are the two bald donkeys doing?"

Ling Yun didn't know that the reason why the white-browed monk didn't come to help him was that he didn't want to leave a handle for Ling Yun. If Ling Yun's defeat was a double battle, they would want to cry without tears.

Moreover, the white-browed monk was still full of confidence in Zunsheng Zen Master, and felt that the first person in Buddhism would definitely be better than Ling Yun, so he did not come forward to help.

At this time, the reliction in the void kept spinning, sprinkling a golden rain, pouring down like a waterfall, covering the Zen master.

Against the backdrop of this golden rain, Zen Master Zunsheng is more solemn, just like a real Buddha.

At this moment, Zen Master Zunsheng suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand.

Suddenly, the relitter rotated more rapidly, and at the same time, a golden sword light flew out, directly facing the sword spirit sent by Ling Yun.

"Pon!"

... After a loud noise, I saw the cold air all over the sky sprinkled with golden light, which seemed to be falling for the golden snow, which was very gorgeous.

But it is the sword spirit of Ling Yun that offsets the sword light of the Zen master.

Seeing this, Ling Yun was stunned and even stopped. He looked at Zen Master Zunsheng in surprise, but he didn't expect that his sword light was so powerful.

"The sword spirit just now has added the power of the law. Although there are restrictions on cultivation, it is impossible to meet all the power of the law, but it is not something that the monks in the human world can resist." Ling Yun thought silently in his heart.

Immediately, but when Ling Yun looked up at Zen Master Zunsheng, a trace of appreciation flashed on his face, and secretly said:

"This bald donkey is really worthy of being the Buddha's sect (human world). It has such a magical power. It's really amazing! But I underestimate the people in the human world!"

Ling Yun didn't know that Zen Master Zunsheng was also very surprised at this time.

The magic power used by Zen Master Zunsheng is called Yuanshen Huijian, which is the most famous method of killing demons in Buddhism, which is also much higher than the supreme power of Buddhism to destroy demons.

Unfortunately, this kind of divine power is my systematic cultivation method, relying on their own efforts and opportunities to practice hard. Ordinary Buddhist disciples, until they fly up, can't cultivate this magical power to the realm of great success.

However, this Sheng Zen master is an exception. As the first person in Buddhism, it goes without saying that his qualifications are not bad at all. As for the hard work, it can be seen that he has made great efforts to practice the Zen light.

Such a powerful magic power can only be offset by Ling Yun's casual sword spirit, which hit Zunsheng Zen Master and began to re-evaluate Ling Yun's strength.

Although there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, he did not stop in his hands. He put his hands together and kept reciting spells in his mouth. The top of the reliper emitted a sword light and attacked Ling Yun.

When Ling Yun saw this, his eyes lit up and said secretly:

"It's just the meaning of poverty!"

Just like Zen Master Zunsheng, Ling Yun also had some scruples about it. He thought about how to test it, but he didn't expect Zen Master Zunsheng to send it to the door, so Ling Yun was not polite. He immediately waved the snow shadow sword in his hand and emitted countless snow-white sword spirit. Compared with each other, he formed a big net and sent a sword mask to the Zen master.

"Poo!", "Poo!", "Poo!" ... The loud sound kept coming, and the golden snow in the void almost covered the whole void and fell slowly. The monk below only felt that the sky suddenly darkened, and the whole world was full of gold and white. If you don't look carefully, you can't see other colors clearly.

Looking up, I saw the golden snow falling all over the sky, which was also true.

Seeing this situation, everyone immediately realized that this abnormal situation must be caused by the aftermath of the great master's fighting method, so they ignored it and restarted the war.

Looking at the void again, the white-browed monk, who was originally calm, was already a little flustered at this time, and his face showed a trace of anxiety. He looked at Ling Yun and Zen Master Zunsheng in the field uneasily. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!" ... After several fights, the two sides couldn't help increasing their mana, and the bang also turned into a roar, which was extremely long and spread almost all over the human world.

Suddenly, Ling Yun suddenly stopped his hand, and a light flashed in his eyes. Then he laughed and said:

"Hahahaha! It turned out that there was only such a little ability. The poor Tao thought that the first person in Buddhism could do anything. It seemed that it was nothing more than that! You Buddha are going to the world of liss in the west. If you are poor, you will be a good person and send you back to the west!"

After saying that, he no longer confronted Zen Master Zunsheng, flew out directly and rushed to Zen Master Zunsheng.

After listening to Ling Yun's words, a trace of astonishment flashed on Zen Master Zunsheng's face. He looked at Ling Yun coming doubtfully and said in his heart:

"Is it true that what the sage of the sky just did is the same as the motive of the poor, and it is a tentative move?"

Thinking of this, Zen Master Zunsheng's heart suddenly tightened. At this time, he had not yet explored Ling Yun's strength, but Ling Yun had explored his own strength. How could Zen Master Zunsheng not be in a hurry?

As for whether it is true or not, Zen Master Zunsheng did not doubt it. After all, Ling Yun is a saint. From his previous ability to sense what he was thinking, it can be seen that Ling Yun must have some strange magic power, so he saw his strength early.

With this thought, Zen Master Zunsheng did not dare to neglect it. He hurriedly operated the mana and made the Buddha's Vajra not bad magic power. He planned to fight with Ling Yun and explore it when he fought.

Before Zen Master Zunsheng took action, I heard a sudden shout from the side:

"Thieves dare!"

Hearing this sound, Zen Master Zunsheng was stunned and subconsciously looked back.

At this moment, a white light flashed in an instant, ran past by him and ran forward.

Seeing this situation, Zen Master Zunsheng's face changed greatly, and he said in a hurry:

"Be careful behind you!"

(to be continued)