Legend of the Cultivation God - Chapter 3892

[Chapter 3892 Immortal Buddha fighting]

“Keng Keng…” The red and blue sword light let out a whining sound. Although the sword energy was sharp, it pierced straight into the Buddha’s seal to block the fire of the red lotus, but the strong force in the Buddha’s seal still blocked the sword light. The fight was dim, if the sword light had not been invisible, it would have been broken long ago.

“Oh?” The old monk was stunned for a moment, before he could understand how Xiao Hua had cracked his red lotus karma, “Swipe…” But there was another sound like the sound of water flowing above the bare head of the old monk. , Pieces of smallpox suddenly appeared, and these smallpox withered and shattered as soon as they appeared, as if a gust of wind was blowing from the old monk.

“Ah?” The old monk was shocked, and hurriedly patted his chest with his backhand. A layer of Buddha light was born from his chest, covering his upper body firmly.

“Unfortunately…” Xiao Hua sighed secretly, just now he urged the soul thorn technique to attack, but the old monk’s Niwan Palace actually had a defense. Although the flower was destroyed, the old monk did not suffer any damage.

However, even so, the old monk was startled, and unknowingly became wary of the humble Confucian cultivator in front of him.

“Amitabha…” The old monk proclaimed the Buddha’s name, and said with his right hand holding a flower, “The spring blossoms in the world are full of autumn, and the flowers bloom and fade away every year. It is better than entering my Pure Land, without sleep, without rest, without spring and autumn.”

As the old monk waved his right hand, a breeze brought the Buddha’s light to Xiao Hua. In the breeze, the Buddha’s light overflowed like a wave of water, and in the water wave a small flower was born in bud, and followed the Buddha’s light. During the flight, the smallpox slowly bloomed, and then slowly withered! The distance between the smallpox and Xiao Hua was only a few hundred meters, and the distance of several hundred meters flashed past. Within these hundreds of meters, the flowers sprouted and withered several times that day. It was really the power of life and death in Buddhism!

“Xiao Hua, hurry up!” Murong Congyun in the distance independently urged the inscription of the orb to resist the bowl.

“Keng…” Before Murong Congyun’s exclamation disappeared, several sword lights flew out from the sword grid and pierced the ceiling. Although this sword light is sharp, it just rushed into the Buddha light covered by the ceiling, and the sword light immediately became slow, and then the beams of sword light were scattered, but all the sword light turned into nothingness!

“Grandma, the methods of the Buddhist sect have become weird when they reach the high-level!” Xiao Hua narrowed his eyes and thought to himself, “Buddha and Bodhi are still in retreat, and the methods of the Buddhist sect Xiao are no match for this old monk, and even if he is If you can clean up this monk, it is not suitable for use at this time. Compared with this strange method of Buddhism, that is, the soul art of soul cultivation, but Xiao has the realm of soul cultivation, and the soul art is lacking!”

Thinking of this, a thought flashed in Xiao Hua’s mind. Seeing that the smallpox was approaching, the pressing Buddha light also covered him, and layers of strange bubbles were born from his skin. Xiao Hua opened his mouth. , “Pfft…” A mouthful of four-colored infuriating energy mixed with three lights rushed into this Buddha Light!

“Brush…” As if the spring breeze had blown, the smallpox, which had already begun to wither, suddenly became energized, petals swelled, and vitality came out from the smallpox, and the air bubbles on Xiao Hua’s skin It also disappeared instantly!

“Amitabha…” The old monk was shocked. The life and death of smallpox had been out of his control. The power of life and death that he was proud of had no effect under Xiao Hua’s true qi. This was the first time he had encountered it in his life.

“Forget it…” The old monk let out a sigh of vicissitudes of life. With a move of his right hand, the bowl fell into his hand, and with a wave of his left hand, a huge pestle appeared, and then the golden body of the old monk’s Buddha statue suddenly dried up. And the magic pestle fell lightly!

The demon pestle had just fallen, not to mention the sword grids where Xiao Hua and Murong Congyun were located, even the nearby sword grids were also shrouded, an inexplicable feeling of trembling was born in Xiao Hua’s heart! The wish-fulfilling stick in Xiao Hua’s hand was unusually heavy, and he couldn’t seem to lift it.

“Oh, no, is it possible that the warning sign was here?” Xiao Hua was shocked, and then saw that Murong Congyun’s six-character armor inscription could not be recovered in time. The inscriptions are all turned into fragments, the clouds and crystal threads are vanished, and the inscriptions fall into the orb! Fortunately, that orb was also made by a Confucian cultivator. Although it was beaten to nothing by the demon pestle, it also landed in front of Murong Congyun without being shattered.

Murong Congyun bit her lip tightly, and while catching the orb, she moved her feet, “Om…” A thick sword light shot up into the sky. However, this sword light looked very powerful, but just as it flew into the air, it just flew into the air. Like a candle, it was extinguished by the demon pestle.

“Grandma’s…” Seeing the full-strength blow of this sixth-grade Buddhist master of Yuanli, Xiao Hua swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Needless to say, Xiao Hua really couldn’t resist this blow at this time. If it is normal, Xiao Hua can urge Lei Dun to escape, but at this time he has already formed a group with Jian Tu, how can he escape? However, seeing the sword light urging Murong Congyun’s feet, Xiao Hua suddenly had a hint of enlightenment in his heart, “Since Murong Congyun can borrow the power of the sword map, why can’t Xiao? And Xiao knows how to transform swords. Of course I can’t compare to this old monk, but… at least I can fight back!”

Thinking of this, the demon pestle was already close, Xiao Hua had no choice, he bit his teeth, hurriedly put away the wishful stick, etc., and shouted loudly: “Miss Murong, quickly close your body and hide in Xiao Moujian. under you!”

Under the power of the subduing pestle, Xiao Hua’s voice also seemed very ethereal. Murong Congyun listened to it and was slightly stunned. Her body was also covered by the demon pestle, and it was unsustainable. Now it happened to be pushing the boat with the current, and the body shrank rapidly under the overflow of true energy, and finally the inscription fell into Murong. From within the top door of the cloud!

“Buzz…” Just as Murong retracted his body from the cloud, extremely dazzling sword light flashed in the sword grid where the two of them were, and the sword lines flowed like water waves, converging at Xiao Hua’s feet. , and then it was more like water flooding Xiao Hua’s legs, the sword light overflowed from Xiao Hua’s feet and onto his legs, and then quickly rose to his waist, and in the blink of an eye of Murong Congyun, Xiao Hua’s dharma body turned completely. Just a huge flying sword! This flying sword is firmly connected with the sword grid, and it looks like the sword column that pierced into the blood of the gods and demons before. It has the momentum of a sword reaching the sky!

“Boom…” Xiao Hua’s sword body had just been formed, and the magic pestle had already fallen, and it was still so light and fluttering, as if a whisk had struck down, but the uncast strength smashed on Xiao Hua’s sword body, a huge roar The sound sounded, the invisible air wave suddenly lifted the demon pestle, and Xiao Hua’s sword body made a crisp “click” sound, and the whereabouts of Jianhua disappeared into the invisible, dim light of the sword, Xiao Hua’s fleshly body. The dark golden color twisted frantically, and then it converged on the surface, and the rest… was the skin and the flesh, and the bones were exposed from the flesh and blood! Even under Xiao Hua, the previously unbreakable sword grid was now broken, and a wave of blood gushed out from the break. Looking at Xiao Hua again, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was like pale gold, and the sword body had not completely recovered back to the flesh, and the whole body fell towards the break of the sword grid!

“Xiao Hua…” Murong Congyun exclaimed, hurriedly waving his hand to hold Xiao Hua’s sword, but at this moment, the demon-subduing pestle, which had been blocked by Xiao Hua, waved again, and the old man with blood dripping from the seven orifices The monk, with a ferocious face, tried his best to swing the pestle to attack Murong Congyun again! Murong Congyun was terrified, how dare he go to Gu Xiaohua? He hurriedly poked his hand and took out another imperial weapon to block it, but now, Murong Congyun couldn’t resist the devil-subduing pestle at all, and the imperial weapon of Murong Congyun under the devil-destroying pestle couldn’t even give birth to Yunxia!

“Er dare!” Seeing that the situation was extremely critical, when Murong Congyun was about to die, a roar came from a distance, and then, a near-substantial column of aura came crashing down!

“Boom…” There was a loud noise, and the power was far inferior to that of the previous demon-subduing pestle, which was suddenly knocked into the air by this mighty column of air. The old monk’s figure also trembled a few times, and blood and tears in his eyes were streaming!

“Uncle Fourteen…” Seeing Murong Junpeng’s son flying over, Murong Congyun hurriedly shouted, “Come on me!”

“It’s okay…” Murong Junpeng flew into the air and called out, “Yun’er, hold on for a while, the Seventh Uncle and the others will be here soon!”

“Okay!” Murong Congyun was shocked when she heard that the seventh uncle was coming, but when she looked at where Xiao Hua was before, the blood mist poured out from the sword grid, where is Xiao Hua’s figure?

“Crack…” Murong Junpeng’s figure fell on the edge of the sword grid, the inscription on his hand waved, and the sword light above the sword grid flashed rapidly, but in a moment, it filled the place where Xiao Hua fell into the blood, and then looked at Taking a look at Murong Congyun, he said with regret, “What a pity! This Xiao Hua is really talented! From a distance, this old man can actually resist the Buddhist guardians of the sixth rank of Yuan Li, and he is more than enough to be a guest of my Murong family. .”

“Hey, Xiao Hua also died to save me…” Murong Congyun was a little disappointed, “If I knew this, I should have let Uncle Sixteen come!”

“Old Sixteen?” Murong Junpeng sneered, “His cultivation base is stronger than Xiao Hua, but you can guarantee that he can do as much as Xiao Hua when he comes! Do you think the seventh uncle arranged it blindly? Besides, Xiao Hua After all, it is an outsider, if the old sixteen falls here, the seventh uncle will not be easy to explain to the clan, you meet Xiao Hua… It can only be said that it is your luck.”

“Oh, that’s true!” Murong Congyun said, looking at the falling demon pestle in the distance, the old monk just grabbed it, and there was a sword light on the sword grid next to him, and the old monk didn’t have time to attack when he was protecting himself. kill yourself.

However, right here, Murong suddenly noticed an extremely hidden Buddha light from the corner of Yun’s eyes. It was flying from the sword mark, and she hurriedly called out, “Uncle Fourteen, from the left arm…”