Chapter 1530

The Buddha on the white lotus seat, unlike other Buddhists, looks like a very ordinary middle-aged monk, with detailed and vivid expression and full of smoke and dust.

In his eyes, there was no sense of wisdom. All the methods were pure and peaceful. Instead, they contained a variety of emotions. At the moment, they showed a complex color and looked at the remains of the ancient sword and the immortal Yuding.

In him, it is the long sword he bears that attracts special attention.

Linglie sword air rushed to the sky, covering the whole world of Yuquan, and even spreading to the distant universe void.

It seems that the sharp sword is better than the ancient sword of trapped immortals.

This Buddha is naturally the sword Buddha.

Tong Xinlin and Taoist Qingzhang had experienced the sword, Buddha and instrument in person at that time. Although they could not see its specific image, they could also feel the worship atmosphere that seemed to crush the Yuquan world at that time.

But now, the breath of sword Buddha is different from that of two thousand years ago.

It's not the same as the stoic and aggressive Shura way, but also different from the mad and bloodthirsty hell way.

The sword Buddha at this moment is not even Zen.

He said that he was like a Taoist God who made his way with sword. I'm afraid that more than one Buddha who proved the Buddha's power.

"Human way..." Some people who know about sword Buddha have an idea in their mind.

The sword Buddha sits on the white lotus and reaches for the ancient sword of fallen immortals.

But when a big fluffy paw came, the momentum would break the sword Buddha's arm, and he was not allowed to take the sword.

"Why is the demon body of fighting against Buddha here?" The sword Buddha's face shows the color of perplexity, but it never retreats.

One hand is still stretched forward, the other is "Shua" to pull out the back sword.

Then, like a meteor shower, the terrible radiance fell from the sky, and Qi Qi pointed to the Giant Monkey.

"Although it's a double flower gathering, it's not as fierce as the great sage of Qi Tian in the past." Sword Buddha said, the sword light has fallen.

The monkey showed his teeth and said, "you three flowers gather at the top and deceive yourself."

The monkey's hands are raised, and the golden light in the palm converges to form a wishful golden cudgel, which moves like a wind fire wheel.

The ferocious golden cudgel dance room sweeps the wind and clouds, and breaks all the sword lights that come down from the sky.

Then, turning over, he still hit the sword Buddha to grab the sword's arm.

The sword Buddha reaches out his hand and does not change his movement, but his body shape suddenly fluctuates.

At this moment, he seemed to be everywhere.

A sword appears behind the monkey, pointing directly to the back heart.

Yan Zhaoge and other people have a sword on their heads, just like the coming of punishment.

There is a flash of hand next to the ancient sword of trapped immortals. When you are near, you can see that you have caught the ancient sword.

The sword Buddha that appears at the same time is all true at this moment, not an illusion.

It is the unique miracles of the strong at Darrow level.

"Ah!" However, the monkey roared and turned his body into the air.

All of a sudden, it seems that there are countless monkeys in the void at the same time!

As many sword Buddhas as there are monkeys.

The dazzling vision, called Yan Zhaoge and others, seemed to be in a dream for a while.

Then at the next moment, the gods of both sides disappeared.

In the middle of the air is still a golden ape, and a sword monk confrontation.

"The great sage of heaven is worthy of being the great sage of heaven." The sword Buddha sighed, "when you fall to the level of Taixu, you still retain many of the wonders of daruo. At least you can do it under stress."

He was no longer sitting on the lotus platform, but stood up on the white lotus, holding a sword in one hand. The gray monk's clothes were blown by the wind, and looked more like an awe inspiring swordsman.

Yan Zhaoge appeared on Pan Pan's golden shoulder: "sword Buddha is worthy of being a sword Buddha. It incarnates the human way and is still the best strength in the pure land of white lotus."

The sword Buddha reincarnation six ways, in the heaven humanity, the Shura way and the hell way, the fighting power is the strongest, the human way, the animal way and the hungry ghost way are inferior.

But even so, its strength is still among the best in the world.

After all, as a sword Bodhisattva, he had several existence among the experts of the same level of Buddhism.

Once upon a time, as a Buddhist, was he an easy generation?

However, it is a pity that he still can't help Yan Zhaoge's golden body.

A great saint's golden body can be beaten by an outsider like the king of inspiration. If it's not the barrier of yuantianbao, it's no problem to kill the king of inspiration.

Fighting to defeat Buddha can suppress a great saint's golden body even if it is hurt. That's because of its strong strength.

Although sword Buddha is strong, it is still an outlaw after all. In any case, its strength is better than that of fighting against Buddha, which can't prove the true results of Buddhism.

"Who are you?" Sword Buddha's vision, scan Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di.

Yan Di did not go with Yan Zhaoge, but went to the dark red sword light interwoven void.

Too easy Hua Yun unfolds, as if echoing something.

Being stabbed by sword Buddha's eyes, too easy the clouds of Hua fluctuated.

But the golden body of the great sage flickered and the golden light flashed, which isolated the sword Buddha's eyes and made Yan Zhaoge and Yan Di not feel the cold.

Sword Buddha saw this, frowned, took back his eyes, and focused on Yan Zhaoge and the golden body of the great sage.

"My name is yanzhaoge. That's my father." Yan Zhaoge calmly replied, "Yan Xingtang, my ancestor, di Qinglian, my grandmother."

Hearing these two names, the dark eyebrows of the sword Buddha are twisted into a group, and their eyes are cold: "it turns out that they are the descendants of yanxingtang and di Qinglian. If they were not the two, I would not have wasted thousands of years."

His voice is very complex, including a bit of admiration and memory, but it is more irresistible anger, even hatred.

"Without respect, our ancestors and grandmothers would not be in trouble." Yan Zhaoge also said coldly.

Sword Buddha nodded slowly: "do you want to leave me?"

As far as he could see, suddenly there were black threads, which seemed to be countless Qi threads sticking out of the void.

The black silk thread interweaves, forms the huge net, gradually conceals the void, the life spirit exterminates the dead silence sword meaning, from which spreads out.

The figure holding the ancient sword of killing immortals is looming.

"Killing immortal......" Sword Buddha's eyes fell on the ancient sword in HD Xuan's hands. Then he looked at the ancient sword of trapped immortals, which was close to him but far away from the world, and shook his head: "there is indeed hope to kill me, but today you have no chance."

He turned his head and looked into the distance: "if the pure land of the central Saha is not fighting with the demons of Xianting now, I will enter the human way, and my disciple will come to find me. Two thousand years later, he should have become a Buddha."

As if to verify his words, in the distant void, there is indeed a sword shining!

In the sword light, a white lotus blooms.

White lotus sits on top of a young man, dressed in cassock, but left a long hair behind.

A long sword lay across the knee of the young man.