Chapter 11 Shakyamuni

Qiao Xiaoxuan, who fell far behind the righteous disciple, also saw this figure, and his heart was stunned. At the beginning of the guess, the answer was almost confirmed, and the answer was about to come out.

I only heard the general shout, "Who are you waiting for?! Breaking into the palace without permission, this is the Western Palace. How can you wait to be wild?!"

"Daxi! Yes, it must be the murderous demon king of Sakyamuni's loyalty. Who is this? Qiao Xiaoxuan shouted in his heart and secretly said that it was really troublesome this time.

"Who are you? How dare you shout for me to wait?!" However, a disciple of Jiuhuashan came forward and scolded. These are all righteous disciples with excellent talent. They have always been protected by the door. They are the guys whose eyes are higher than the top. At this time, a devil can also shout at them, and naturally they are not convinced.

"Huh?! Looking for death!" The young general stretched out his hand. Above the dome, a bright gem fell down and fell into his top door. It disappeared. It turned out that the bright light that was extremely windy was emitted by the gem.

The general took a step forward and stretched out his big hand. The Jiulongshan disciple only felt a huge suction pull in. At the moment, a shock mana stood on the spot, but he still couldn't help sliding forward. His other three peers pulled forward one after another and pulled up the mana to resist the suction.

The general's eyes flashed with a trace of disdain, and the other hand pulled out the long sword at his waist, but it was a bronze sword, integrated and without a scabbard, like a bare copper stick, ordinary.

The general split forward. This time, it seemed to open the ghost door. The ghost fog flew, the wind was turbulent, and the vast evil spirit gushed out. The disciples of Jiulong Mountain flew out of the flying sword, but they were rushed to the ground by the evil spirit and fell to the ground. They were like scrap iron. Others wanted to rescue, but they could not take a step forward. These four People have lost their heads, and even the Yuanshen has been wiped out by this evil spirit.

This shocking blow made these righteous disciples stunned on the spot. How could they think that this evil spirit was so powerful?!

"Hmm! Let's wait for you to understand today! A certain family is the adopted son under the throne of Daxi, King Funan, Sakyamuni Maha!"

Sakyamhartha shouted loudly, his arm shook, and the long sword was smashed down. Everyone just saw the amazing sword. No one wanted to go up and take it hard, and retreated two times.

But a golden light jumped out from behind everyone, and a cyan lotus flower in his left hand greeted him, rumbled! With a sound, Sakyamuni's sword was equal to that of the green lotus, and the evil Buddha's light was also annihilated.

Everyone fixed their eyes, but it was the Shakyamuni Hongkong monk. At this time, his right palm stood in front of his chest, his left hand was in the shape of a flower, and a magical blue lotus flower in his hand.

"Who are you who can take the king's sword?" Sakyamuni did not hide his appreciation.

"Amitabha, the little monk Shakyamuni Hongkong, has met the general."

"Good! I'll fight with you!"

Sakyamuni drank a sentence and cut it with another sword. Sakyamuni Hongkong still took it with a green lotus. Sakyamuni moved under his feet, his body rotated, and suddenly took action like electricity. The bronze sword danced into a ball of light and shadow.

I only heard a sound of ping-pong, and the lotus of Sakyamuni Hongkong could always catch the sword cut off, without any difference.

However, this green lotus is a magic transformation, but it is not an entity. After all, it can't last for a long time. However, in the blink of an eye, the green lotus of Shakyamuni's Hongkong suddenly dispersed. At this time, Sakyamha's long sword was split again.

With a sound of wind and blood light suddenly appeared, Qiao Xiaoxuan suddenly rushed out of the corner. At this time, he could not let the monks finish playing. Sakyamuni's emptyness and Sakyamian Day all had only 50% of their combat power left. The rest of the disciples could be ignored. If Qiao Xiaoxuan did not take action again, there was really only a dead end.

Qiao Xiaoxuan's cultivation. With the great power of the real body of the marrow-absorbing monster, a water moon sword in his hand was used as a dagger, and he stabbed the ridge of the bronze sword, causing Sakyamuni to take a step back.

Qiao Xiaoxuan caught the monk and retreated, but there was a rampage of evil spirit that invaded the meridians, and the qi and blood were stirred.

"Oh? Another one?" Sakyamuni stepped back two steps and looked at Qiao Xiaoxuan jokingly.

Others are also speculating about which disciple this is? How can it be a cold breath?

Sakyamuni Hongkong quietly held Qiao Xiaoxuan's arm, and a continuous pure yang force was transported over, but it would neutralize the evil spirit and did not provoke Qiao Xiaoxuan's own Xuanyin true qi to rebound at all. This precise control of the true qi alone will be eye-catching.

The two looked at each other and smiled, with a tacit understanding of pity.

These two people, one with silver hair, pale and beautiful face, black robes attacking the ground, indescribable evil charm; the other man wearing a hundred knots, with a kind face and upright.

There are two opposite temperaments, but there is no discord. Harmonious meaning.

"Taoist friend, the little monk, your cultivation is extraordinary, but the swordsmanship is full of loopholes. Let's give this sword to the little monk to use." Sakyamuni laughed.

When Qiao Xiaoxuan heard him satirize his swordsmanship garbage, he couldn't help blushing a little. He should have another intention to listen to what he said. He can't find himself at this time, right? At that moment, he smiled and said, "It's necessary to give it to you, but what do you monk want to do with this killing weapon?"

"Killing or not killing are both caused by people's hearts. The sword is innocent, so how can it be a weapon of killing?"

As Sakyamuni Hongkong spoke, he took the Shuiyue Sword and held it in his hand, but he did not feel the existence of Qiao Xiaoxuan's Yuanling. He must have taken it back, but this showed that he really wanted to give it to Sakyamuni Hongkong.

The monk looked at him with deep meaning, but he didn't say anything.

Whether it is a magic weapon or a flying sword, the master must put a wisp of divine thoughts into it, combined with the spirituality of the magic weapon or the flying sword itself to form a spiritual knowledge, so that he can control it freely. In this way, even if the magic weapon is taken by others, it can be taken back as long as the idea is moved. If the power is too far away, it is normal for the master to control the magic weapon to kill the treasure grabber.

Sakyamuni Hongkong didn't expect him to make a joke. He just wanted to borrow a sword. Qiao Xiaoxuan really gave it to him, and he was a little moved now.

Qiao Xiaoxuan doesn't care about a sword. On the contrary, it is difficult to find friends.

Sometimes people are like this. Due to chance, a glance and a few words of conversation can give birth to a tacit understanding and become a life-and-death friendship.

Shakyamuni Hongkong smiled and said to Qiao Xiaoxuan, "Well, today, with the sword of Taoist friends, I will perform a Taoist law, and ask Taoist friends for advice."

The meaning of this is to fight alone. Qiao Xiaoxuan naturally completed it and retreated to the side.

"Little monk, you don't pay much attention to this king. Let me see what level you have reached and whether you can turn me as a demon." Sakyamhartha sneered.

Sakyamuni held a sword in his hand and sat down slightly behind him, as if there was a prepared chair behind the nothingness.

Endless golden light spewed out of the void, and a "chair" really appeared behind Sakyamuni Hongkong. To be precise, it was a light and shadow lion, roaring with its claws and roaring fiercely.

Sakyamuni sat on the golden lion, his hands were slightly stretched out to both sides, and his left hand flashed blue, holding a cyan lotus with a roll of "Bang. Ruo Bodhi Magic Sutra, right-hand method. At the urging, the water moon sword dragon roared, and the sword light shot three feet, and the golden light was shining around. With a compassionate smile, the sky is full of solemn Buddha's light.

"Wenshu Demon Lord. If. Baoxiang?!" Those five turbid mountain disciples exclaimed.

Pure lotus, wisdom treasure scriptures, riding lions, holding wisdom swords, are the Dharmas of Manjushri Bodhisattva!

This Shakyamuni Hongkong monk is silent, but he is the most powerful person. He actually cultivated the Asurasha Hanguo position and summoned Manjushri Bodhisattva to protect himself!

For a while, the cold and evil spirit emitted by the ghost king Sakyamuni Mahama and the solemn spiritual and fairy light sprinkled by Shakyamuni's Hongkong method occupied half of the country and mountain. The golden and black colors in front of them continued to fight, and the sound explosions in the air were also comparable.

Sakyamuni corrected the color, and now the bronze sword stood between his eyebrows and saluted.

Everyone thought that he would be followed by a series of crazy attacks. Who knew that the ghost king was fixed here like this, closed his eyes, and a gem on the top rotated out, but it was not cold at all. Instead, he released a great light, just like an ancient magic weapon.

Qiao Xiaoxuan felt a little familiar when he looked at the gem. After thinking about it, he turned his right hand and saw the "shield" found on the cloud bed of Xianfu. There was a depression in the center, and the shape and size were no different from that of the gem.

Qiao Xiaoxuan's eyes turned around and secretly decided that the gemstone changed his surname to Qiao.

The stone wall floor around seemed to be empty. There was a fierce wind in the endless void, and the sky and the ghost fog surged, all rushed into the bronze sword. In the field, it seemed that everything was gloomy, and there was only this sword left in everyone's eyes.

With the power of Shakya Hongkong and the brilliance of the immortals, it is always difficult to get close to the wind and ghost fog. In the dark, the magnetic voice of Sakyamuni Hongkong sounded, but it was reciting the "Wenshu Shili Treasure Dharani Immortal Sutra". Before long, it seemed that unknown gods and demons were chanting together. The sound of the chanting of the sutra sounded together, and in a blink of an eye, it became extremely loud and filled with the world.

It was only a few breaths. The magic power of the ghost king Shakyamharma was condensed. At the moment, his eyes were opened, like electric light, and he sat on his waist. The sword was smashed down. The ghost fog and wind condensed the sword light as if it were real, and it was dark and shiny. The cold breath made everyone around him feel cold to the bone.

Sakyamuni Hongkong still sits with his eyes closed and recites the Buddhist scriptures silently. He seems to have forgotten everything around him, but he is just doing morning classes.

The sword light cut the protective fairy light, and even the loud spiritual Zen singing was interrupted, and the tip of the sword was three inches away from Sakyamuni's empty eyebrows.

Just when everyone's heart was hanging to their throats, a bursting sound suddenly appeared in the spiritual Zen singing, which was as empty as thunder. Sakyamuni Hongkong made a move. He gently threw his left hand, and the Qinglian and Baojing disappeared. In a blink of an eye, he would block the pierced sword three inches away from the face door, as if he had rushed over and let it pierce it.

The mana of the right hand was shocked, and the sword spit out with the truth in his mouth. He took the opportunity to pull a sword flower and float up. The golden light flashed, but there was no effort at all. It was as light as children's play, which made people worry that even hitting mosquitoes was too light.

In silence, the aura of heaven and earth suddenly burst. Moving, a deep darkness broke out in the center of the two's fighting, and the power of yin and yang was crazily devoured and annihilated, and any light and shadow projection could never come out again.

The darkness is like a ferocious devil, spreading rapidly in all directions, as if to devour everything, and Sakyamuni Hongkong and the Ghost King have disappeared for a long time.

Everyone urged their magic weapons to protect their bodies and hurriedly flew out of the hall.

Sakyamuni's eyes are sharp, and he has been staring at the bronze sword. At this time, relying on his magic weapon, he is not afraid of this violence. The moving energy flow rushed to the face of the two against the Kowloon God Fire Mask.

He is not the only one with such thoughts. The Shakyamian Day of the Jizu Mountain School also urged the sword light to wrap around him, and now he also rushed up.

But they said that their movements were fast, but not as fast as Qiao Xiaoxuan. As early as when Shakyamuni Hongkong lifted the sword and the two had not made substantive contact, he took action.

The sixth floor of the Ghost King Hall turned into a dark, and all kinds of light flew out, but three lines of Hongguang rushed to the center of the battle group. A line of fire was red, which was Sakyamuni's nature emptiness; a line of golden light, that was Sakyamuni Day; a line of blood light, that was Qiao Xiaoxuan.

Sakyamuni Hongkong fought against the ghost king with the Manjushri method. After all, there was an extra green lotus in his hand, blocking the other party's blow. The sword of wisdom directly cut the ghost body of Shakyamuni. As expected, the sword was broken, and the shadow of a demon body condensed by the evil spirit was broken. Hundreds of years of vitality was just a bubble.

But after all, the green lotus and the treasure scriptures of Sakyam Hongkong are not the true treasures in the hands of the Bodhisattva. The evil spirit penetrated the body and completely broke his Wenshu method, and even the male lion under him was extinguished.

Saka Hongkong monk's mouth was bleeding, and his meridians were broken, but he only had less air intake and more breath, and he was about to lose breath.

The blood light flashed, differentiated the two paths, and the reverse volume, attacking the Sakyamuni's Sky and Sakyamuni Day respectively, booming! Boom! Two sounds, the two naturally could not be injured by this, but the reaction force of the collision pushed them back to their original place. Seeing the blood light approaching the center of the regiment, they could only stare.

Qiao Xiaoxuan snorted. This bloody spirit was melted by his own blood. It was broken a little less. Naturally, he also suffered a little injury, but it was worth it.

At present, he threw the "shield" in his hand, caught the floating void gem, and fell straight into the depression. Qiao Xiaoxuan grabbed his body, grabbed the falling body of Shakyamuni Hongkong with his left hand, and caught the ordinary bronze ancient sword with his right hand. His mind moved, and the shield inlaid with gems flew back and fell into Qiao Xiao. Xuan Tianling disappeared.

This is not over yet. Qiao Xiaoxuan opened his mouth and spit out a light. He formed a door in front of him, but did not go in. Instead, he drummed the blood with all his strength and shook the mana. His eyes shot out two thick blood lights like substance, and spread like a spiritual snake. One entangled pulled the ghost fog that dispersed the ghost king Sakyam Mahama. , a brain inhales into the mouth.

Then he plunged into the door and disappeared into the void.

However, it was said that Qiao Xiaoxuan's series of movements came too fast, and only in a blink of an eye, the one from Sakyamuni's empty bombard could only hit the air. This future head of the Kunlun faction is depressed and puzzled. Who is this person? How can the spell be so weird?

Only Sakyamian Ri was really stunned on the spot. He didn't know the situation around him or his three brothers and sisters caught him, but they saw how their eldest brother looked at the void with a dull face.

How did they know that the Sakyamuni's sun had stirred up a huge wave in his heart, and the three words "Gemon Sutra" were like a thunderbolt, which scattered his nearly 100 years of nourishment and could no longer remain calm.

At the beginning, when he saw Qiao Xiaoxuan's bloody light between his hands and feet, he felt that it was wrong, but he couldn't say it. It was not until just now that Qiao Xiaoxuan blocked him and Sakyamuni's spiritual light that it was the method of the Demon Sutra. Hundreds of years ago, Gu Tian, the traitor of his chicken foot faction, was good at this method. Is this day going to change?

"There is an exit!" However, a disciple of the South China Sea School screamed in surprise.

However, it turned out that under the attack of Shakyamuni Hongkong and Sakyamuni Maha, it broke through this unstable void.

Originally, I thought I had to enter the seventh floor of the Ghost King Hall before I could return to the world.

When thinking that the sixth level of the ghost king is so powerful, this group of people are scared out of courage, and the real ghost king can't imagine. For a moment, their hearts were as dead, but at this time, an exit suddenly appeared, but the drowning man caught the life-saving straw. How could everyone not be surprised? Now they filed out and returned to the world.

A little faint green light flashed in the endless void, sweeping by, and everything calmed down. The main hall is still the main hall, but the ghost king and a group of invaders have died and fled. Evil Dragon Fairy House, Lotus Pavilion.

Qiao Xiaoxuan and Sakyamuni sat opposite each other, and the table was full of exquisite dishes, without any oily smell. The two talked and laughed and talked about Zen Taoism.

There was an old peach blossom next to him, but he didn't dare to insert half of his mouth, but from time to time he filled them with wine glasses.

"Ha ha, you are an interesting monk. You say that you are clean, and you have to drink again. You say that you are a wine and meat monk. You don't eat meat, and you don't even get any oily smell. Well, I don't know what to say about you." Qiao Xiaoxuan smiled and took a sip of wine.

It has been three months since the battle of the Ghost King's Hall, and Sakyamuni Hongkong's seemingly horrible trauma has also been better. Speaking of which, damage such as broken muscles and bones is almost hopeless for ordinary people, but for monks, it is really nothing. On the one, because the monk is much better and recovers faster; on the other, the monk also has a panacea.

There is nothing in Qiao Xiaoxuan's fairy mansion, but there is no shortage of medicine.

"Ha ha, wine is a grain brewing, not meat. Drinking doesn't kill people. Why do you quit it?" Sakyamuni laughed and said that there was still a trace of flushing on his peaceful face, but the internal injury had not healed.

On that day, he was shocked by the ghost king Sakyamuni Mahay and broke the Manjushri Dharma, which was equivalent to directly breaking his Asurasha Hanguo position. It was not easy to recover. Unfortunately, Sakyamuni Hongkong has not yet been cultivated as a reishi, otherwise it would not have been so troublesome.

"Wine makes you dizzy, and the West teaches eight precepts. This wine ranks fifth?" Qiao Xiaoxuan said.

"There are two fallacies in this statement of Taoist friends." Sakyamuni drank the wine in the glass and laughed.

"Oh? I hope to hear more about it." Qiao Xiaoxuan raised his eyebrows.